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Part 4: Heng Jian Xue Facing the Wind Chapter 471: All the way forward, all the way to death

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    The four holy monks shouted the Buddha's name in unison and wanted to stop, but it was already too late, and it was not even a little late At the same time that Fan Qinghui fell into the dust, the wind and snow teleported among the four holy monks.  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????¡­  The wind and snow quickly waved out a palm, like endless snow swirling with ice flowers, surrounding the side of the peak, so crystal clear, so beautiful, and so deadly Master Jiaxiang pushed out with one finger, and drew "ten" in the void!  Among the four great saints of Buddhism, Master Jiaxiang¡¯s Kuzen Mysterious Skill is the most popular, followed by Master Emperor Xin¡¯s Dzogchen Staff Method, followed by Master Daoxin¡¯s Bodhidharma Hand and Master Wisdom¡¯s Heart Buddha Palm.  The so-called "Ku Zen Xuan Gong" pays most attention to the way of virtuality and reality. Sometimes it is like a dry well, empty and unstrengthed, and sometimes the waves break the shore and are unstoppable. It specializes in attacking the enemy's fatigue with hardness, and defeating the enemy's hardness with softness.  To offset it, you must use the wrong force. Even if Feng Xiaoxiao is a great master, he will inevitably suffer losses again and again.  But with the first swirl of the ice flower, the "ten" character in the void had already collapsed. Starting from the fingertips, the muscles and bones were shattered.  With no remaining strength left, the three masters of Emperor Xin, Daoxin, and Zhizhi were defeated together, and couldn't help but fall back.  When the ice flower swirled for the second time, Master Jiaxiang ceased to exist and completely turned into a handful of thick blood mist, which condensed but never dispersed, still in human form.  The wind and snow waved another palm, and the blood mist turned into a strong wind, blowing the three holy monks like fallen leaves in late autumn, messy in the wind, and they retreated involuntarily.  Feng Xiaoxiao stared blankly at the wind and snow dancing in a dream, and was distracted for a moment.  It was really difficult for him to reconcile the sweet and submissive little maid back then with the charming and chilling woman in front of him.  Fan Qinghui and the four great holy monks were able to fight against a great master like him, but Feng Xue didn't even use up three moves, and two people died tragically on the spot Even Feng Xiaoxiao was horrified to see it.  Let alone others?  The snowstorm in front of us is really scary!  A monk who chants sutras and practices Buddhism all day long will not have a low state of mind, but he is still trapped in fear and chaos.  Venerable Emperor Xin¡¯s deep and resonant voice caused a group of monks and soldiers to break out of the encirclement immediately.  Anyone who still has eyes knows that the current Fengxue has exceeded the realm of the Grand Master and is far beyond the power of human power. The Buddhist sect is destined to suffer a disastrous defeat this time. If they don't retreat, when the surrounding demonic sects react, they will be completely wiped out.  .  ?????????????????????????Except for the three remaining holy monks, the only ones who form the Cihang Sword Formation and the Buddhist Formation are the top masters.  Led by three holy monks, they suddenly surrounded Feng Xue, trying to trap Feng Xue in it.  This is a lineup that can beat Feng Xiaoxiao to death, but it can't resist Feng Xue's power. He can't help but die miserably and retreat.  The wind and snow seem to be completely integrated with the heaven and earth. Every move can arouse the power of heaven. No one can resist it, and no one even dares to resist it.  Falling in Feng Xiaoxiao¡¯s eyes, the shock was even greater.  From the perspective of Tao Xin Zhong Mo, everything in the world is a fluctuation, the human body is one kind of fluctuation, the true energy is another kind of fluctuation, and the spiritual energy contained in the sky and the earth is the largest fluctuation, everywhere and endless.  With a casual strike, Feng Xue was able to wield the aura of heaven and earth and directly use it as a sword to scatter all the fluctuations in front of her!  Regardless of swords, masonry, human body, true energy, or even thoughts and souls, they are all scattered in one blow Because nothing can compete with the world, there is nothing that can block Feng Xue's moves! ?????????????????????????????????????????????????? Feng Xiaoxiao suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly shouted: "Xue'er, come back!" He only shouted four words, and the wind and snow drifted more than ten feet, killing more than ten people, and chased him to the outermost wall of the courtyard.  Break the Emperor's Heart and his Great Perfection Staff.  Hearing Feng Xiaoxiao¡¯s words, Fengxue hesitated for a moment, glared coldly at Master Daoxin who was waiting to die, and then turned around.  She didn¡¯t seem to have used any movement skills, because no movement skills could reach this point. This was truly walking with the wind Feng Xiaoxiao knew that she was still late, and couldn¡¯t help but feel a little annoyed.  He indeed deeply hated Cihang Jingzhai and the Buddhist sect for besieging him for many days, but that did not mean that he wanted the Buddhist sect to suffer too much damage, because this would seriously damage the vitality of the martial arts community in the Central Plains, and ultimately give the foreigners an advantage.  Unexpectedly, Feng Xue's attack was like a hot knife cutting butter. She was unimpeded and powerful. Before Feng Xiaoxiao could react, she had already killed Fan Qinghui and beheaded two Buddhist saints.  Seeing Feng Xiaoxiao staring directly at her, Feng Xue couldn't help but feel a little hot, and whispered: "Master, I I'm so angry."?, that¡¯s why I killed those monks, don¡¯t be angry with Xueer.  " Feng Xiaoxiao did not answer. Instead, he stared blankly at Fan Qinghui's body. After looking at it for a long time, he sighed quietly. Feng Xue saw that he seemed very unhappy, and couldn't help but feel even more panicked. " Shan Wanjing said to  Her attitude changed greatly, and she said with a smile: "These bald donkeys are so disgusting, let's just kill them all, out of sight, there is nothing to be sorry for.  " As she spoke, she glanced at the scattered monks with her beautiful eyes, and said bitterly: "How many people from the Dongming Sect have been killed in the past few days, I really wish I could kill them all.  " Feng Xue took a look at Feng Xiaoxiao's face, and felt even more timid. How could she dare to move? Feng Xiaoxiao restrained her emotions, smiled, and said softly: "Thank you for your hard work!  " Feng Xue blushed and shook her head. Although she had been in seclusion and didn't know what was going on outside, when she came out and saw the great change in Xiji Garden, and the Buddhist sect was still surrounded by such a big movement, Feng Xiaoxiao looked even more exhausted.  Her face was haggard and gloomy, and she didn't have the charm of the past at all. She knew that her master must be struggling to support her for her safety. How could she not be grateful?  Somewhat unable to hold on anymore, he held his forehead tiredly and said: "The Demon Sect still needs to deal with the aftermath, um" His bloodshot eyes turned a few times on Feng Xue's pretty face, very hesitant, Feng Xue was shrewd.  , but the murderous nature is too strong. If she really wants to deal with the aftermath, she will be easy to kill again. When he wakes up, there may not be a few living people left in the upper echelons of the Demon Sect Standing quietly behind him, he has been silent.  The silent Shan Meixian said softly: "Let Wanjing take you back and have a good rest. I am here, so don't worry.  " Feng Xiaoxiao was moved in his heart. Shan Meixian had always paid for him silently and never asked for anything in return. But in front of Shan Wanjing, he could not act too affectionately. Thousands of words turned into a gentle smile.  He said: "Thank you for your hard work!  I asked Xueer to stay and help you.  " Seeing the two of them flirting with each other and expressing affection, Shan Wanjing pulled Feng Xiaoxiao's arm into her arms and hummed: "You have to go quickly, I am tired.  " Shan Meixian hurriedly winked at Shang Gong Shang Bo. The two nodded and immediately followed with a group of Dongming sect disciples. Shan Wanjing dragged Feng Xiaoxiao out of Xiji Garden when suddenly there was a burst of energy that could melt iron into a pot.  The scorching storm came over the sky, Shang Gong and Shang Bo shouted angrily at the same time. Their swords came out and hit them together, but they instantly spurted blood and flew backwards. They didn't even survive a single move.  Seriously injured! A bright sun suddenly appeared in the sky, hanging above Feng Xiaoxiao's head, making his eyes black, and the space he was in immediately became hot and boiling, as if deep in magma (To be continued.) ;
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