Jiumo's wisdom.

"What Mr. Murong admired back then was the sword technique of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, not the sword formation of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword. Although this sword formation in Tianlong Temple is very powerful, at best, it is only comparable to the Luohan Sword Formation of Shaolin Temple and the Chaos Sword Formation of Kunlun Sect. It seems that it is not considered an unparalleled sword technique in the world."

He said this was a "sword formation" rather than a "sword technique", which was to call the opponent's six people to take action together and arrange the formation. It was not just one person who used the six-merid divine sword, just like he used the flame sword.

The abbot of the first person felt that what he said was indeed reasonable and had nothing to refute.

Bengan sneered.

"Whether it is the sword technique or the sword formation, I have just compared the sword to discuss swords. Did King Ming win or our Tianlong Temple win?"

Jiumozhi did not answer, closed his eyes and recited silently. After a cup of tea, he opened his eyes and said.

"The temple has a little advantage in the first battle, and the monk seems to have a chance of winning in the second battle."

Ben asked in a shocked voice.

"The Ming King wants to compete in the second battle?"

Jiumo's wisdom.

"A real man is confident in his words. Since the young monk has agreed to Mr. Murong, how can he retreat in fear of difficulties?"

The original cause.

"However, how could the Ming King already have a chance of winning?"

Jiumozhi smiled slightly and said.

"The martial arts masters are profound, can't you guess thoroughly? Please accept it!"

He talked about slowly pushing his palms out.

Withering and Wind, Benyin and other six people felt that each had two internal forces coming from different directions.

The original innate and others felt that their power could not be blocked by the sword technique of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword. They both palms came out together, and with these two palm forces, only Master Kurong still pushed his thumb with both hands and used Shaoyang Sword Technique to catch the enemy's internal strength.

Jiumozhi immediately stopped the move after launching this palm force and said.

"offend!"

The first innate and the first contemplation looked at each other and they all understood it.

"He can produce several forces at the same time on his palm. If Master Kurong's Shaoshang swords are further attacked, he can resist them as much as possible. But we must abandon the sword and use the palm. These six-merid divine swords are obviously not as good as his flame sword."

At this moment, smoke rose in front of Master Kurong, and black smoke was divided into four directions, attacking Jiumozhi.

Jiumozhi was very afraid of the old monk who sat facing the wall and never turned his head. Suddenly, black smoke came, and he couldn't guess his intention for a while, so he still used the "fire knife" technique and blocked it from four ways.

He did not fight back at the moment, but was on guard against the attack because of waiting for the group to attack, while still watching the change, to see what kind of power there is to Master Kurong and Rong.

The black smoke became thicker and thicker, and the offensive was extremely fierce.

Jiumozhi was secretly strange.

"How can it last for such a full effort to attack, and so-called "wind will not last forever, and heavy rain will not last forever? How could Master Kurong and Rong use such impatient and fierce means to deal with the enemy?"

I thought he would never be so unaware of it. He must have had another trick. He was guarding the door with his heart flexibly in order to adapt to the situation. In less than a moment, four black smoke suddenly divided into one and two, two and four. Four black smoke was divided into sixteen paths, and Jiumozhi pushed him from all directions.

Jiumozhi thought to himself.

"What's the point of being strong?"

Expand the flame sword technique and seal it one by one. With the force of both sides, sixteen black smoke suddenly scattered, and the smoke filled the room for a while.

Jiumozhi was not afraid at all, and encouraged his true power to protect his whole body.

But when the smoke gradually faded and thinned, in the misty smoke, I saw Benyin and others kneeling on the ground with a solemn expression, and the eyes of Benguan and Benguan showed even more grief and anger.

Jiumozhi was stunned and immediately realized his enlightenment and cried inwardly.
Chapter completed!