1657 Shinmon

No matter how the other party asks, Bodhi responds like a stream. He is such a person, practicing himself in the red dust.

But Bodhi's work is not bluffing. He had a slight copper-colored glow on his skin, as if it had really been plated with gold. He stood there, as if the real Buddha was alive, and made some people feel ashamed that he would not dare to look at him.

"Now that the master has agreed, let me try?"

Long Fangyu said, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a golden sword from the box behind him.

"Well? Golden Dragon Sword?"

Seeing this sword, the Emperor Wu also recognized, he also called the name of the sword.

"Her Majesty Wu Huang knew this sword?"

"Seen a few years ago."

The Emperor Wu nodded, "In the past, a swordsman was known as the Golden Dragon Swordsman, holding a sword, sealed with gold and silver, and purported to be a copy of the Shangfang sword, which could cut off the deities and the demon. I did not expect that I can still see this sword today ,rare."

The old posture of Wu Huang, the appearance of a master, so that others can not fault it. No way, people are indeed old qualifications!

"Since it is a fake sword, let's try its power."

Long Fangyu did not know where this sword came from. He held the sword, stood in front of Bodhi, and asked with a smile.

"Master, can you?"

"Can't you really find a female donor?"

"The master also saw it. According to the rules of the game, it was just six of us."

Long Fangyu shrugged. "No woman."

"But the bear donor is female."

Bodhi reached out and pointed at a hundred people, apparently it was wearing a helmet, but for some reason, Bodhi saw through his body!

"It's a pity ... It's a pity ... It looks a little ugly ... Amitabha, a poor monk, has sinned and sinned ..."

The Emperor Wu took a cold look at Bodhi, this monk is indeed extraordinary, but after all, it is Li Fan who can only lose in his own hands!

"The master Dharma is deep and will never mind."

Long Fangyu said, suddenly a sword stabbed out and went straight to Bodhi's throat.

Bodhi didn't dodge, but let the sword of Dragon Fang poke him in the throat. He was still standing there, seeing good light and saying Amitabha.

This iron-sharpened sword was pierced into Bodhi's throat, but it could not be pierced at all!

"A good King Kong doesn't hurt you!"

Jiang Feng clapped and praised, "Even this kind of sword is helpless, amazing!"

Jiang Feng really admired that with this kind of golden body work, it really took a big advantage! If Li Fan or himself, or even the Emperor Wu will do this kind of effort, I am afraid the world can go sideways!

"Master, don't worry, I will try again!"

Long Fangyu said, holding the sword in both hands and stabbing in the eyes of Bodhi!

"when!"

As soon as Bodhi's eyes were closed, the sword was blocked by his eyelids!

There was even a golden Mars outbreak, and the Dragon Fangyu watching was shocked. He muttered in his heart, good guy, this King Kong isn't bad for his body, it's a little bit better! Not even your eyes are weak?

"Try the perineum again!"

The Dragon Fangyu is also bad, stabbing directly at Bodhi's crotch. But Bodhi was still unhurried, and stood there, letting him have such an inferior sword.

"Amitabha, is the donor happy?"

The Bodhi exercises got below, and they became iron crotches, letting the Long Fangyu shed cold sweat.

"You must have a life gate! Yes, your *!"

Long Fangyu carried the sword and walked behind Bodhi. Bodhi was so frightened that she covered her ass.

"Amitabha, this is a must!"

"Hahaha, it looks like you're here! Master, let's say we can't let you go!"

While talking, the bear-head came forward, holding Bodhi's hands in one hand, preventing him from blocking his own chrysanthemum.

"Master, I'm sorry, so please practice your Buddha in the next life!"

Long Fangyu stabbed Bodhi's chrysanthemum with a sword. But this sword broke when it broke!

"Amitabha, sin and sin ..."

In Long Fangyu's stunned eyes, Bodhi Zhen opened the bear head man, at the same time stepped back, folded his hands and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

"You lied to me?"

Long Fangyu suddenly came to understand, staring gloomily at Bodhi.

"When did the poor monk lie to the donor?"

Bodhi looks innocent.

"Since it's not a life gate, why is it guarded?"

"Amitabha, why should the donor ask the poor monk?"

Bodhi in turn asked Long Fangyu, "Have you not been humbled by chrysanthemums?"

"..."

Long Fangyu has always been intelligent, but this would be dumb to be questioned by Bo!

"The master seems simple, but he is clever."

Jiang Feng shook his fan and smiled, "The master is indeed invincible with this golden body, but the master wants to stop us, but it is not enough."

"Oh? What tricks does the donor have?"

"Master, let's take a gamble."

Jiang Feng closed the fan, pointed at the gate of the ancient castle, and said, "Since the master is here, Li Fan must think you are the undefeated door god. But if we can enter this door, even if we win, how?"

"Amitabha, naturally."

Bodhi is not outrageous. "As long as a few monks can break through the defense of the poor monk and enter the castle from this front gate, even if they win. Moreover, the poor monk is a monk and must not hurt others. So poor monks will not Do it for a few, please a few. "

"What else to say, everyone together!"

Upon hearing Niu Xueyan's spirit, he stepped forward again and attacked Bodhi directly! Under the command of the Emperor, the bear head people also followed, and attacked Bodhi with Niu Xueyan! Long Fangyu took out a sword again, exhibited his sword energy, and also slashed at Bodhi, but the three of them fought for a long time without any effect.

"The tiger of Shura!"

When Jiang Feng patted the fan, a black tiger jumped out from behind him. The huge black tiger rushed towards Bodhi and bit him in his mouth!

With a short slap, the tiger broke his two teeth, but Bodhi fart didn't matter.

"I don't believe it!"

The Emperor Wu also had a bit of temper. He was a monk. Although he was talented, how could he stop his footsteps?

"Give me up!"

With a wave of his hand, those who were besieging Bodhi dispersed. The Emperor Wu directly stepped forward, wrapped in dragon fairy power, a yellow emperor riding a dragon, and re-taped his palm on Bodhi's chest.

"thorn!"

Bodhi's body slipped out a meter away, but he stepped on the ground and stabilized his body. The golden light on his body seemed to light the golden body, and the emperor Wu Huang who saw it frowned.

"Amitabha, the donor has great strength!"

Bodhi folded his hands and said to the Emperor, "But to defeat the poor monk, there is still no ignition."

This monk was even provocative!