After saying this, the sword came out!

Before Zhang Jiao Ren moved, the sword was still in his hand, but a bright moon rose from his hand.

Tang Zhou snorted coldly, and a long sword slashed, a bright light cut through the silent night, rolling up the fallen leaves in the yard and flew towards Zhang Jiao.

The fallen leaves are like a butterfly, hovering in the air, forming a large vortex in a moment. The sword is like a bright dragon flying out of the vortex and biting it on the edge of Chengying.

The shadow in his hand shook, Zhang Jiao changed in the air, the moon scattered and the stars rose, and the bright moon turned into stars in the sky to cover Tang Zhou under it.

Tang Zhou shouted loudly and took several steps before he stood firm. His right hand trembled faintly, and several round holes as big as coins were left on his long sleeve.

He shook his hand secretly and looked at the round hole in his sleeve. Tang Zhou frowned slightly and smiled sinisterly: "A sword in hand, I have Xingyue! What a star and moon sword technique! Sect Master Zhang hid it deep enough. People in the world say that Sect Master Zhang is an unsuccessful scholar. Who can guess that Sect Master Zhang's sword technique has reached its peak!"

Zhang Jiao took back the shadow pestle and stood on the ground, looked down at Tang Zhou's bulging back, and shouted sternly: "I felt that everything in the world was unpredictable. I watched the bright moon and stars at night, and it took me ten years to become the sword of the stars and moons. Tang Zhou! Take out the weapons you are best at, so that this sect can see your support and pride. Otherwise, you will definitely not be able to stand in front of this sect!"

"snort!"

Tang Zhou struggled with his hands, and his black robe fell to the ground, revealing a bare head, and a round stick of more than six feet behind him, as dark as the night.

"Sect Master Zhang is very knowledgeable about Buddhism, and I don't dare to cherish it myself. Then please ask Sect Master Zhang to observe the Buddhist mad stick method!" Tang Zhou roared and abandoned his sword and held the stick, and his momentum gradually increased, like a tiger eager to try in the dark night.

It's indeed a stinky monk!

Since Emperor Ming sent an envoy to seek Buddhist scriptures in the west, Buddhism in the Western Regions has invaded the Central Plains and has not died of the desire to destroy our Taoism. Well, although this battle has been caused by the chaos of our sect, it cannot be eliminated because of our sect. Let us let our sect do our best for our Middle-earth Taoism today!

Zhang Jiao Chengying's sword swung, aiming at Tang Zhou's sword and rising from the wind. His Taoist robe fluttered and his beard flew up, and his hand held the Chengying's eagle and looked at the wolf.

At this moment, he was no longer like the great wise and virtuous teacher with a feathered clothes, nor like the Heavenly General holding heavy troops, but more like a famous swordsman of "Huo Ruyi shot nine sunsets, and was as sharp as the emperors and dragons flying."

"The stars hang down flat and broad, the moon rushes through the river." The stars have not hanged or risen, but the bright moon has shone across the river. Zhang Jiao shouted loudly, and the sword wheel of Chengying was like a full moon, rising suddenly on the rushing river, reflecting the bright river water. The two bright moons rose and rose, and the sky was full of silver. In the blink of an eye, Tang Zhou enveloped it.

One inch shorter and one inch more dangerous! In a moment, only the bright moon was left on Tang Zhou's body, and the situation was extremely steep.

Humph, you can't survive without being crazy! This is what you forced me, and today I'll let you see the unique skills I taught!

"Crazy Stick Method!"

With an angry shout, Tang Zhou swung a round stick and moved back and forth. The crazy stick method was used like black water, one stick after another, and the shadow of the stick was like a heavy green mountain, protecting the whole body, and the stick was like a long rainbow drinking stream, and the tip was unbearable.

It turns out that resisting the enemy is like a wall of a city, and breaking the enemy is like thunder and lightning.

Tang Zhou's Wind Demon Sticks and Magic Ball Sticks hit the top of the bright moon. From time to time, the bright moon sets, the stars rise, and the moon sets, and the hillside suddenly disappears, turning into silver lights in the sky, flying like a meteor.

Although the shooting stars have traces, the shadows are

No trace.

Stars dotted, stick shadows were rising. One star fell and one star rose. Tang Zhou's crazy stick technique inherited the Buddhist angrily Vajra, opened and closed, and swung ten steps, but still could not escape the sword edge that was spurting out the stars in the sky.

After about thirty rounds, Tang Zhou screamed, two starlights penetrated into his chest, and a bright moon hit his arm.

The shadows of the stars and moon sticks all dispersed, the winners and losses in the field were decided, but life and death were not over. One arm scattered on the ground, the wound was smooth and smooth, and the blood was flowing like a stream.

Zhang Jiao was still standing quietly in the field, bent down with a sword, but his eyes seemed to be dimmer.

Tang Zhou's sword creation was rolled from his lower chin to his right chest, and his flesh rolled to both sides, and his left hand broke with his arms. His former appearance was like a thunderbolt, but now he looks more like an evil ghost from hell.

"It's impolite to come but not come back. I have already learned the Star Moon Sword Technique of Sect Master Zhang. Sect Master Zhang will try my best skills again!"

Tang Zhou laughed and spitted bloody phlegm in his mouth, his eyes condensed and shouted angrily: "Ten Thousand Buddhas are coming to the sect!" His right hand shook, and the round stick in his hand scattered countless lights and shadows. Then he raised it with the flow, and the lights and shadows suddenly disappeared, leaving only a tube shadow as thick as an arm, slashing through the void and stabbing towards Zhangjiao.

"Hmph! Looking for death!"

Zhang Jiao dragged his sword and flew over. Chengying drew a few sparks on the ground, and was about to come to Tang Zhou. Suddenly, the long sword came back and flew forward, and the whole body of force poured into the sword body, and the sword was in the center of the stick.

The force of a thousand pounds reached the head of the stick instantly. Tang Zhou vomited blood and flew backwards for more than a foot away. Suddenly, his feet took a little further and laughed: "Thank you, the sect leader, for sending you off!"

Rabbits rise and fall, and Tang and Zhou dynasties have disappeared into the night.

Zhang Jiao looked at Tang Zhouyuan, the calm expression on his face disappeared, only haggard and sadness remained. His chest suddenly surged and blood fell to the sky.

"Senior Brother!"

A cold wind suddenly hangs in the yard, and a black figure rushed from outside the yard like a ghost, holding Zhang Jiao tightly in his arms.

...

"Senior Brother!"

Zhang Jiao listened to the familiar voice, felt the temperature in his arms, slowly opened his eyes, looked at the firm face and familiar Taoist robe in front of him, and a hint of warmth appeared on his face: "Kunlun, you are here!"

"Senior Brother, how are you?" Kunlun gently wiped the blood from the corner of Zhang Jiao's mouth, took out a pill from his arms and stuffed it into Zhang Jiao's mouth, and there was anxiety between his eyebrows.

"It's useless, don't waste the pills anymore. Brother Yu has been exhausted for so many years. Even without that Tang Zhou, Brother Yu can't last long." Zhang Jiao shook his head, raised his hand hard, touched Kunlun's eyebrows, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth again, "Junior brother, I haven't seen you for many years, and you are still as you did before. How old is Ren Xia? I don't know how to change your anxious temper!"

"Senior Brother!" Listening to Zhang Jiao's complaining and concerning words, Kunlun hugged Zhang Jiao tightly in his arms, and a tear slid into the corner of his eyes. The scenes of studying with Zhang Jiao in the past flashed through his mind.

In the wilderness, I practice sword competition with my senior brother; in the Taoist temple, I sit with my senior brother to discuss Taoism; in the city, I enter the world with my senior brother to practice.

People in the world think that the senior brother is just a scholar who has fallen into the past, but only they know that the senior brother is not ordinary talented, and he is a talented person who stands upright and amazing.

In the fields, I laughed at the success or failure of the Han Dynasty. I lived in the Taoist temple and argued with my master. I was arguing with the rise and fall of Taoism, and I looked down on the world and gave me guidance.

How could a hero be restrained by a failed scholar?

Unfortunately, it would be useless to think about it. The extremely talented senior brother back then had reached the end of his life. Kunlun hugged Zhang Jiao tightly, and the crystal bead quietly descended.

"Junior brother, people die. Why should a man behave like a real man? " Zhang Jiao coughed a few times, and his right hand struggled to support the ground. "Help Brother Yu get up. There is only Zhang Jiao standing in this world, and there is no Zhang Jiao lying on the ground!"

After more than ten years of love for the master, how could Kunlun not understand Zhang Jiao's personality and be proud and talented. He was a man who dared to fight even the sky! A scholar who lost his name? I bah! That's because Zhang Jiao disdained to bow his waist for five dou of rice!

Kunlun wiped his tears and helped Zhang Jiao up tremblingly. Zhang Jiao leaned against his arm and looked at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes seemed to dim a little: "Do you still remember the prophecy and divination of Emperor Wu that Master mentioned back then?"

"What my senior brother said: "Du Gao, a man who replaced the Han Dynasty?"

Although Zhang Jiao was unsteady, he still tried hard to support his body: "The Han Dynasty had six or seven disasters, and the law should be ordered again. Who should the descendants of the royal family responded to this? The 67 and 42 generations of Han Dynasty should be Tu Gao. Tu Gao was a high thing on the road. And the 67 and 7 disasters were the sum of 13. The former Han Dynasty had exactly 13 emperors from Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang to Emperor Ai of Han Liu Jizi."

Kunlun thought for a moment, and his sad eyes lit up: "So, senior brother, you also consider this to rename Taiping Dao to the Yellow Turban Army?"

"That's true! The Han Dynasty belongs to fire virtue, fire produces earth, and the yellow five elements belong to earth. The scarf is a headscarf and a human head. Earth is born with fire and replaces the Han Dynasty. Isn't the Yellow Turban the Han Dynasty the person who replaces the Han Dynasty?

But Brother Yu only realized today that the prophecy and divination also said 6742. The integer multiples of these 677 were originally more than 420 years, and the former Han Dynasty has only more than 400 years. Where did the 420 years come from? It is still more than 20 years away.

Unfortunately, if the sun misses it, you can't see the sunrise, and if the moon misses it, you can't see the moonset. There is no medicine for regret in this world. Although there is a way of peace, the Yellow Turban is not high. I pity my tens of thousands of Yellow Turban brothers who were ruined in vain!"

Zhang Jiao's eyes were filled with gloomy cough, and his chest was filled with blood. His tall body could no longer stand steadily and then fell to the sky.

Kunlun hurried forward, hugged Zhang Jiao tightly and said anxiously: "Senior brother, don't say anything, you swallow the pills first, and then Junior brother will take you to find your master immediately!"

"Junior brother, I'm doing it myself... I know, Brother Yu, Brother Yu's end is coming." Zhang Jiao coughed violently, and a flush suddenly appeared on his pale face, "Brother Yu is leaving... Chengying Sword is leaving for you... Remember, be careful, be careful... Buddha, Yang... I Taoism!"

"Senior brother, don't worry, I've recorded it all!" Kunlun kept nodding, his head as if he was pounding garlic.

Zhang Jiao tried hard to lift the Chengying Sword in his hand and handed it to Kunlun. As he spoke, he had already exhaled his energy and had a lot of energy: "Junior brother, the Han Dynasty is about to perish. You are... you are a famous family, and you also have... Tu Gao's meaning, don't let God down... Ten years later, you will be the dominant one..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand was lighter. The Chengying Sword suddenly fell down and fell to the ground with a clang. Blood from Zhang Jiao's mouth kept gushing out like a spring, as if the red flowers on the other side suddenly bloomed, gorgeous and sad.

"Senior brother, I swear in front of you today: I will do my best to fulfill your wish, and I will definitely overthrow the imperial court of the Later Han Dynasty and promote my Taoism in Laozi and Zhuangzi!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!