In the Daxia Imperial City, the Marquis Mansion is known, and the day of the war is getting closer and closer, but the Marquis Mansion is surprisingly calm. In the Hou Mansion study, Ning Chen spends most of the time resting and recuperating, preparing for the upcoming battle.
When Mu Chengxue came, there were more and more silent moments. Most of the time, he didn't say a word, just stood quietly in the room, looking in the direction of the palace, falling into memories and contemplation.
Xia Ziyi has not yet come out of the retreat, and inside and outside the secret room, the demonic atmosphere is surging.
In the crucial battle, the three of them carry the sustenance of many powerful people in the world. The terrifying strength of Hades makes the world see no light at all. This battle will be the most crucial duel between humans and gods.
In the study, Ruoxi pushed open the door and entered, brought the brewed bitter tea, and placed it beside Zhiming.
"Master Hou, is your head still hurting?" Ruoxi's beautiful face flashed a hint of unbearableness and said softly.
"It's okay, I can hold it." Ning Chen opened his eyes and said calmly.
Ruoxi picked up the bitter tea, tears in her eyes unknowingly overflowed, and said, "If Ruoxi has a low status, thanks to the Marquis not abandoning him, and staying in the Marquis' mansion, he had no right to say anything more, but Ruoxi still begs the Marquis, no matter what, must come back alive"
She knew that the enemy that Marquis faced this time was different from the past. This was a real god, a god that human beings have never won, regardless of myth or reality.
Ning Chen got up, walked to the window, looked at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, and said, "Ruoxi, do you know when the darkest time of the night is?"
Ruoxi shook his head and said softly, "I don't know"
Fatigue flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, and sighed, "It's before dawn"
This is his last responsibility. The world needs a hope. He can't guarantee whether he can come back alive. However, even if they can't come back, they will leave a trace of light in the world. The world cannot be destroyed, and the dawn will eventually come.
In the homeland of Western Buddha, outside Tianfo Mountain, where the demon temple and the shrine stand on three legs, a figure in cyan clothes came up, with an extraordinary temperament, which made people look at him.
"Eastern China, Prince Yan of Daxia, please see Guangzun." Before Foshan, Prince Yan stopped and said calmly.
"Since you have come to see me, you should know the rules of Foshan, please join the battle," a Foshan deacon responded, moving out of the way and saying.
Prince Yan walked forward, his expression was as calm as water, and he did not see any waves.
Aman followed quietly with the sword stand on his back, and the breath of the simple sword circulated, making him extraordinary.
The three formations in Foshan are the tests that people who have not been summoned must pass to see Guangzun. For hundreds of years, only one person has been able to succeed.
In the first round, the demon of the heart refines the formation, the clear sky sees the moon, the fragrance of lotus is misty, and the two people who entered the formation come slowly, the formation disturbing the heart and trapping the people who are in the formation.
However, the two walked through the refining formation without any pause, blocking countless Tianjiao's heart demon refining formations, but they failed to play a half role.
"How could this be so?" The pavilion master of the precepts frowned, and the Buddha's face became suspicious, flashing puzzled.
In the ten thousand years of Foshan, countless arrogant people have come here, and they have suffered a lot in this inner demon formation. This is the first time he has seen such a situation.
In the second formation in Foshan, four bodhisattvas appeared, with powerful auras, extremely amazing, each of them was infinitely close to the third congenital calamity, and they could successfully step in only after the calamity.
The bodhisattva blocks the road, and the road ahead is blocked. Only by crossing it can you see the face of the Buddha.
"Aman," Prince Yan said calmly.
Aman nodded, put down the sword stand, and without a word, obediently retreated from the battle.
"Jingfeng Pavilion Four Royals, learn from the benefactor's great tricks." The headed Bodhisattva stepped forward and said.
"Please"
Prince Yan stretched out his hand and said politely.
Please leave the word, the atmosphere is condensed, the battle will start, the four imperial rivals will compete, and the first battle will be the contemporary legend of Daxia.
The cyan and red swords came out, and the dazzling brilliance was dazzling.
Prince Yan's double swords were against the four imperial swords, the sword movement was brisk, the momentary turning was heavy, and the constantly changing sword stance did not stagnate at all.
The sword on the sword of Shenzhou, reappearing the unparalleled sharpness, the powerful Four Imperials of Buddhism, for a while, it is difficult to gain a half-point upper hand.
"There is such an amazing sword in the world." From a distance, the eyes of the master of Jingfeng Pavilion flashed in amazement. Even in the homeland of Western Buddha, there are only a handful of swordsmen who are so extraordinary.
At this moment, the brilliance of the sky gathered, and an illusory light and shadow appeared. Although the face could not be seen clearly, the powerful and unusual coercion invisibly indicated the identity of the visitor.
"Guangzun" Commandment Pavilion Master and Jingfeng Pavilion Master all saluted and said respectfully.
"Jingfeng, Commandment, the two of you watch the battle carefully, maybe it will be of unexpected help to the cultivation of the two of you," said a calm voice in the light and shadow.
"Yes"
The two took orders and responded.
The light and shadow dissipated, and the pressure dissipated. The two pavilion masters of the Discipline Pavilion and Jingfeng Pavilion got up and looked at the battle situation in the distance. This time, they were much more serious.
In the four imperial trapping formation, the different light exchanged by the two swords crossed dazzlingly, and the green and red were more shocking than the four imperial martial arts.
In fast times, it is like riding the wind and afterimages, in heavy times, it turns into a thousand points and breaks mountains, and the four rivals compete against each other.
"Four Royals are going to be defeated"
In the distance, Pavilion Master Jingfeng sighed softly. This person obviously hasn't used all his strength. He is only more martial, and it has already made it difficult for Siyu to support. The real strength of this swordsman from another realm is definitely no less than that of Foshan. of the lords.
It's not that Si Yu is too weak, it's just that under the suppression of the two swords in this person's hands, he can't even perform half of his abilities.
Fast, accurate, simple and amazing moves, the position of each sword will not be the slightest difference, it is really eye-opening.
I have watched the sword all my life, and today, Fang Shijian is on the sword.
In the battle situation, but after hearing a loud noise, the Qingjian broke through the predicament, one flew out, the sword edge sealed the throat, and stopped one inch before.
"Accept," Prince Yan said calmly.
"Amitabha, please." The four of them stopped and respectfully moved out of the way.
"Thank you"
Prince Yan thanked him, waved his hand, the blue and red returned to their sheaths, and walked forward.
Aman stepped forward and picked up the sword stand again, smiled at the four of them, and followed.
"Junior sister, don't look at it." The head of the Golden Bodhisattva glanced at the woman behind him and said.
The woman withdrew her gaze, a trace of regret flashed on her face, and said, "This girl is really a genius in cultivating Buddhism, it's a pity."
"With a clear mind, no matter which path of cultivation you take, she will be the most beautiful jade. If this woman has a relationship with me in Foshan, she will definitely come again in the future," said the Golden Body Bodhisattva calmly.
The two people who went away did not hear the Bodhisattva's dialogue. The third round of Foshan arrived, and the final test before meeting Guangzun was also the most difficult one.
Foshan reached the top and stepped into the battle, but there was no one in front of him. Prince Yan showed no anxiety and waited patiently.
At this moment, Brahma rain fell from the sky, lotus blossoms fell on the ground, and the golden Buddha light was dazzling and dazzling, followed by a dazzling figure slowly falling, with a holy breath and a solemn Buddha appearance.
"The last level, please," the Buddha said.
"Please"
Seeing that the people at the gate were extraordinary, Prince Yan's expression also became solemn. With a wave of his right hand, the sword frame trembled, and Ningyuan flew out. Immediately, a powerful force penetrated into the body, and the body was fully opened, and it was soaring.
The Buddha moved, the lotus was born step by step, and the earth continued to rise from the ground. The next moment, in the rain of the Buddha, a stream of light passed by, and the palm of the body was cold, and the power was amazing.
Prince Yan swung his sword to block the move, and with a slam, the Buddha lotus shattered continuously around the two of them, turning into golden stars and floating away.
The Buddha's palm shakes the divine front, one is as heavy as Mount Tai, and the other is Shen Ruo Ningyuan, the most extreme strong confrontation is a contest of moves, and it can be measured.
There are arrogances in the world, such as the legend of Daxia, the myth of the sword in the deserted city, which cannot be measured by cultivation, especially when there is a sword in hand, it is almost synonymous with invincibility.
The Buddha is also extraordinary. He uses his palm to shake the sword. Between moves, he does not fall into the wind. The sword is fast, and the palm is also fast. The sword is strong and the palm is strong.
In the blink of an eye, the battle of dozens of moves, the two were still indistinguishable, the swords and palms clashed violently, the aftermath was turbulent, and the lotus disappeared.
"Bodhicitta Zen, between a single thought"
The Buddha showed a great move, the scattered Buddha lotus re-formed, and with a single thought, he realized the Dao, and reproduced the supreme Buddha Dharma of Buddhism.
The swastika manifested, constantly turning around the two, and the lotus corresponded, shedding rays of light, illuminating Foshan,
"One sword bans martial arts, there is no way in the world"
Prince Yan swung his sword to condense his energy, the same ultimate move, the endless black brilliance scattered, the move of banning martial arts and destroying the Dao, reappearing in the world.
There was a sudden shock, the two retreated together, and then the Buddha's light rose again, and a supreme golden scroll fell from the sky.
The golden scrolls are spread out, and the Buddha's words fly out from the sky, and each word is a mantra, or transforms into a Bodhisattva with kind eyebrows, or transforms into a vajra.
"My Buddha, Merciful Hang, saves the world without delusion"
Ten thousand Buddhas enter the mundane world, the Buddha's Dharma verifies the road, the Buddha's light fills the sky, illuminates the world, and the most holy trick comes down.
Prince Yan's eyes narrowed, and Ningyuan was shocked. From the sword stand not far away, three swords flew out, and then Ningyuan trembled, turning into a shooting star that shot into the sky.
"Four swords move the world, heaven and earth fall together"
The sword light fell, and the move to move the world reappeared in the world. Suddenly, the four swords shook the four directions, Foshan swayed, and the earth collapsed with a bang.
The two poles collided, the sky and the earth were miserable, the top of Foshan, the rocks were constantly cracking, criss-crossing, reaching thousands of feet away.
After the dust settled, the turbulent Foshan returned to calm, and the final chapter of the indistinguishable battle was completed.
"An extraordinary swordsman," the Buddha said.
"Being honorable is too honorable," Prince Yan said calmly.
"Ah"
The Buddha smiled lightly, but when he saw the dazzling brilliance, the Buddha's appearance changed, and a young man with the appearance of a Buddha walked out, with a powerful aura that was several times more powerful than before.
Guangzun, Guangzun, the head of Tianfo Mountain, the supreme power of the Great Perfection of the Three Disasters, and the lord of the demon temple and the lord of the shrine palace, the supreme being of the West Buddha, finally showed his own dharma.
"You're so young." Aman glanced curiously at Guangzun's true form, and then couldn't help but murmured in a low voice. Guang Zun chuckled lightly, what a young girl with a clear mind. Since he entered the Great Perfection of the Three Disasters, this is the first time he has seen someone who has no sense of his coercion at all.