On this day, clouds moved everywhere in Yongzhou city.
I don't know how many masters rushed out from the dark corners, and I don't know whether their target is Fang Jie or Luo Yao, or whether they want to kill both of them. It turns out that in Yongzhou City, there are so many big figures hidden unknowingly, hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
As a result, blood was flying all over the sky.
Xiang Qingniu glanced at the old man who appeared in front of him, then turned his head to look at Fang Jie who was inside the boundary. He could see how terrifying Luo Yao's world was. If Fang Jie had been replaced by him, he would have collapsed by now. He knew that his cultivation base was higher than Fang Xie's, but at some point his cultivation base seemed to be inferior to Fang Jie's.
At least, he can't use this kind of world.
For some reason, Xiang Qingniu suddenly laughed.
He pointed to Fang Jie, who was still unyielding in the Vajra World, and said word by word to the old man in the distance: "Do you know who you are going to kill? Do you know what unforgivable crime you are doing? One hundred Seventy years ago, my master traveled 900 miles with a single sword in Chang'an City and beheaded a great monk who came out of Dalun Temple. Since then, people from the Buddhist sect who are close to heaven have dared not step into it for a hundred years. Central Plains. In the next few decades, my master always said that he was lazy, and that the affairs of the world should be left to the younger generations. He can’t do everything with his old bones. No pressure, no motivation, one by one doesn't know why the Buddha sect dare not come, but they are arrogant and forgetful."
"Now, the person you want to kill is a guy who dares to scold the Buddhist sect. As a Han, you come to kill him?"
The old man in a washed gray robe was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Some things are clearly wrong, but you still have to do them, can you understand? What's more, things like scolding your mother …I can and I can, too.”
Xiang Qingniu sighed with some regret: "Enough people have died in the Jianghu of the Central Plains..."
The old man raised his head and looked at the sky: "Senior Wan walked the rivers and lakes again before his death, so many great practitioners who stood at the top of the peak died. Shouldn't your master be blamed?"
Xiang Qingniu took a sip: "I'm here to tell you this because I have the qualifications to teach you a lesson. It has nothing to do with age. No matter how old you are, your mind is full of shit, so I can naturally look down on you. What right do you have to say that I Master?"
The old man frowned slightly: "You are only allowed to talk about people, but not others?"
"May!"
Xiang Qingniu nodded: "I'll talk about it after I win."
The old man was silent again, and then said very seriously: "A long time ago, I heard that Senior Wan has four proud disciples, all of whom are supernatural beings. There are rumors in the world that Yang Qi, Prince Zhong of the Great Sui Dynasty, is the senior disciple. One, on Zhuque Mountain, he died together with the Great Wheel Ming King of the Buddha School. This alone has been passed down through the ages. I am in awe of such a figure unique to the heavens. You are his younger brother, and I have respect for you. Therefore, you If you get out of the way..."
"If I get out of the way, I will be born by your mother."
Xiang Qingniu hugged the circle with both hands and pushed outward: "Big Zhoutian!"
The old man's face changed, and he stretched out his arms to the sides, and a huge firebird appeared behind him, with both form and spirit, it looked lifelike. The firebird spread its wings about ten meters wide, raised its neck and let out a loud cry, and rushed towards Xiang Qingniu with a wave of its wings back like a volcano.
"The illusion of internal strength, if you have never met Da Zizai, you may have been intimidated by you! This kind of fantasy, don't use it to scare people."
Xiang Qingniu snorted coldly, and pulled back violently with his hands that had been pushed forward, the soaring firebird froze, then let out a slightly frightened cry and tried to back away, but was caught by Da Zhoutian. The suction pulls it over, no matter how it flaps its wings, it can't break free. When it was about to reach Xiang Qingniu, the suction turned into repulsion, and the big bird was knocked back like a shell fired from its chamber, and its form and spirit immediately dissipated. Before the big bird stabilized its figure, it was sucked back, and then was blasted out again by the repulsion.
Repeated this three times, the fire bird was hit like a chicken that fell apart.
It's just a little big.
The old man's eyes froze, he raised his right hand and clenched his fist, then pointed his index finger at Xiang Qingniu.
The seemingly unremarkable finger made Xiang Qingniu put away his previous contempt. He stood firmly on his feet, and then stretched out his right index finger and pointed forward.
The old man's flat finger began to show its power 30 meters away from Xiang Qingniu, and the huge force plowed a deep groove on the ground that was two meters wide and two meters deep. The trend of breaking the river! It is said that Zhang Zhenren in Wudang Mountain has the unique skill of four elephant fingers, and he once cut off the flow of the Lancang River to save people. Looking at the old man's finger, there is a faint aura of that finger.
Then, this finger strength met Xiang Qingniu's sword energy.
Xiang Qingniu seldom used sword energy. He always said that he was the most ineffective disciple of Mr. Wan, but he, Xiao Yijiu and Luo Weiran all had the same idea, that is, try not to use sword energy. Because in their opinion, no matter how much effort they put in on sword qi, they could not compare to Yang Qi after all.
No, doesn't mean it won't.
He is Xiang Qingniu, a disciple who breaks all laws and stars with one sword.
How could one's attainments in the Dao of the Sword be low
Sword Qi is formless, soundless, and imageless.
But the sword energy is extremely powerful, overwhelming, and powerful.
The old man's finger could cut off the flow of a great river, but what he encountered was the sword intent of Wan Xingchen, which is unparalleled in the world. Therefore, the sword energy naturally broke through the finger force, and then swept it away.
The grey-robed old man's expression obviously froze for a moment, then he nodded and praised sincerely: "If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the mountain. If you don't enter the cloud, you don't know the mist of the cloud. If you don't see the sun, you don't know the brilliance of the sun. After seeing this sword, I can finally get a taste of what kind of unparalleled old man Wan Yijian Zhen Jianghu is."
He turned and walked back, three steps.
With a snap, his body split open straight as if a line had been drawn, splitting into two pieces. The two corpses fell down, one left and one right, and the left eye saw the right eye.
"wrong."
Xiang Qingniu shook his head: "How can you see my master's sword intent from my sword?"
Talk, kill.
Xiang Qingniu
He turned his head to look at the young man who was still struggling to support in the King Kong world, and suddenly had the illusion that he was that guy. Then he shook his head, thinking that if he was that guy, he might have died... a hundred times.
…
…
Fang Jie felt that he was going to die.
This feeling flashed in his mind dozens of times a minute. Every time such a feeling appeared, he was instantly denied it.
die
If he just died like this, wouldn't the preparations for waiting for so long be wasted? I have been thinking about what kind of difficulties I will face almost every day for so long. It is not unexpected that this situation is not unexpected. Is there any surprise? If not, why give up
So he carried it unbelievably time and time again.
It is impossible to describe the pain without being in the Vajra World. When Dalun Mingwang taught the Dharma on the golden lotus throne of Dalun Temple in Daxue Mountain, Da Zizai once asked: "Master, you said that the Buddha is merciful and saves the world. You should use it to influence. But there are always many stubborn people in the world. Those who are ineffective and cannot be influenced, how should we deal with them?"
King Dalun Ming replied: "When the Buddha created all living beings, he discovered that all living beings have two sides, one is good and the other is evil. Human beings are the elders of all spirits, and these two natures are more profound. One person does good at one time, and evil at the next. Ordinary people can be saved from evil and keep good, because ordinary people’s good thoughts are greater than evil thoughts. If someone’s evil thoughts are greater than good thoughts, the Buddha also has two sides. Kind eyebrows and good eyes, but also the wrath of the vajra.”
King Dalunming said: "As the leader of the Buddhist sect, I should have the responsibility to punish evil and promote good. When I watched the sunset on the golden summit, I suddenly felt something, so I created the Vajra Realm. For the wicked, this Vajra Realm is ninety-nine or eighty One layer of hell. Each layer of hell has eighteen thousand kalpas. Every kalpa can control people’s life and death.”
Fang Jie didn't know that King Dalunming had said these words, but he was in the ninety-nine and eighty-one hells, and he was going through thousands of pains and tortures every second. Seen from the outside, the Vajra Realm is just a pale golden mask, which cannot be broken by all kinds of magic methods. But outsiders seem to be calm, but in fact they are extremely dangerous. Only a practitioner like Xiang Qingniu can see through the cruelty and viciousness in the world.
In fact, every time Fang Jie thought that he was going to die, he was tortured by a huge pain.
There are flames, thunder and lightning, strong winds, and heavy rain...
He was just supporting his own small world tightly, preventing the many tortures in the diamond world from crushing his own world. Xiang Qingniu admired and even stood in awe precisely because he could see clearly. Xiang Qingniu's majestic inner strength can be seen in the entire Central Plains, but he knows that compared with Luo Yao's inner strength, he is still far behind. As for Fang Jie and Luo Yao, they were fighting for their internal energy right now, and both sides were exhausted. But Luo Yao's internal energy is too huge, compared to the internal energy that Fang Xie can use is pitifully small.
Xiang Qingniu knew very well that he might not be able to hold it for half an hour.
It didn't take half an hour for his internal energy to be exhausted by Luo Yao.
But
Fang Jie still persisted.
So at this moment, not only Xiang Qingniu, but even Luo Yao didn't understand where Fang Xie's inner strength could still support the seemingly crumbling little world. Luo Yao knew how much internal strength he had expended in supporting the Vajra Realm, and he was not afraid of expending it in order to obtain Fang Jie's body, as long as he could get this body, no one in this city could stop him. As long as he is given a period of time to recuperate, when he returns to Chang'an City, the Iron Armored General may not be able to win.
"Are you in pain?"
Luo Yao asked.
The corner of Fang Jie's mouth was bleeding, which was bitten by himself.
He nodded without denying it.
"Such pain is actually more terrifying than death..."
Luo Yao seemed to sigh, and then asked Fang Jie seriously: "Death is just a moment, and you don't even feel any pain. Although you are alive now, the pain you experience is 100,000 times the pain of death." Ten thousand times, just to live this moment longer, don't you feel that it is meaningless to endure all kinds of torture? Why bother?"
Fang Jie was silent, and after a while he replied with some difficulty: "There is a gambler who is holding a good deck of cards in his hand. Only he knows how good the cards are. But his opponent is a rich man. He is holding a deck of cards that may be better than him. At this time, the rich man undoubtedly occupies the absolute gesture. Because he has good cards in his hand and he still has money. Although the gambler also has good cards in his hand, he Not much money."
At this moment, Fang Xie was still in the mood to say such a thing.
Even Luo Yao didn't understand.
"In this situation… "
Luo Yao pondered: "I don't see any chance for a gambler to win. Even if his cards are better than those of rich people, but he has no money to keep going. Shouldn't he give up in the end? His cards are worth tens of thousands of gold, but He can't play ten thousand gold. The rich man's card is not worth ten thousand gold, but he can give ten thousand gold, so... the gambler must lose in the end."
"It seems you don't understand."
Fang Jie stretched out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said inexplicably, "It tastes good."
This time it was Luo Yao's turn to be silent.
Half an hour passed in silence, and an hour before and after, Luo Yao thought he could kill Fang Xie at least a hundred times, but Fang Xie was still alive. Although Fang Jie's world is getting darker and darker, he is still stubborn and unreasonable. Luo Yao's Diamond Realm is still dazzling, and it seems that it can crush Fang Jie's Realm at any time.
One is bright and bright, and the other is flickering.
Even an idiot can tell who wins.
But at this moment, Luo Yao's eyes suddenly became terrified. He looked at Fang Jie, and the corner of his mouth trembled slightly: "I understand...so... I will try my best to kill you."