Xuanjia, Emei, Huangtong, and golden strands are exposed in the morning. Under the flick of the new sword master Xu Fengnian's "Broken Longevity", the six flying swords at the top of the Wu family sword tomb smashed the black-clothed old monk's hand, pierced through the cage, and rushed to the sky. .
Yang Taisui, who was stuck to the other six swords, flipped his palm lightly, as if turning the world upside down, childhood sweetheart Chunshui Peach Blossom Suzaku Taiah could only spin rapidly within two feet of his palm, allowing the six flying swords to be like a rainbow, still temporarily He couldn't escape, but the sickly old monk's cassock was also cut by the flying sword, and strands of it floated in the air.
Yang Taisui flipped his palm again, and the flying sword's raging distance was reduced from two feet to one and a half feet. After a few flips, the six flying swords were bound tightly so that they were almost motionless. The root of the Buddha's birth is a rare talent that is very different from the ordinary martial arts. Why don't you want to progress step by step to prove the way and take the edge every time? In this way, how many times can you afford to squander? Wudang old man The big Huangting pond created by the head teacher Wang Chonglou, only needs to be carefully watered and widened, that is the good fortune of turning the small pond into a vast lake. At that time, one hundred and eight golden lotuses will cycle back and forth, and they will live forever. Thousands and eighty flowers, what kind of heaven and man is it? It is precisely because His Highness does not know how to cherish and goes against the sky, now that the pond is dry and the golden lotus has withered, leaving only one standing alone, His Highness still does not know how to repent, and does not want to turn back?!"
At the end, Yang Taisui yelled out the word "turn back" with a Buddhist lion's roar, Xu Fengnian's war horse retreated frequently as if being hit by a hurricane, and finally knelt and touched the ground. Xu Fengnian floated off the horse, slapped the Chunqiu scabbard with the palm of his hand, and the scabbard swayed in an arc. The Chunqiu sword came out of the sheath. After drawing a big circle, it hovered in front of Xu Fengnian. Xu Fengnian walked in front of the war horse. Quickly raising his knees and standing still, this long-distance riding, this golden sweat-blooded steed has already had a bit of mystery, stepped on the horse's hoof lightly, turned around reluctantly, trotted away, and looked back three times at a step.
Yuan Zuozong, riding a horse in the distance and swimming slowly outside the great circle, pressed the Beiliang knife that had been unsheathed a few inches back into the sheath.
Xu Fengnian said in a cold voice: "The two sword gods, Li Chungang and Deng Tai'a, all did pioneering work. But you saints of the Three Religions closed their doors behind closed doors, afraid of karma and karma. Once contaminated, they are like a seed. Throwing it into a stone wall, sooner or later there will be a day when it will break through the cliff. Monk Nagarjuna did not become a Buddha because he didn’t want to. With your hair shaved and cassocks on, you’re still a Legalist at heart, and you’ve practiced the tricks. If you make a Buddha’s head, that’s a big joke.”
Yang Taisui smiled and said: "It's true that a poor monk can't become a Buddha head, and he can't prove the fruit of a Bodhisattva. But if I want to stop you, it's not difficult. When Han Shengxuan arrives at the iron gate, it's the mantis catching the cicada. The sparrow is behind, if you are obsessed with obsession, and you don't hesitate to cultivate your base and life and drag it on, then the Beiliang Chen Zhibao, who has quietly become a saint, will come and become a slingshot. Who is doing the hard work for making wedding clothes? Your Highness has Dahui, a rare smart person. You should know that the prince Zhao Kai is the king of Shu, and it is better than Chen Zhibao being the second king with a different surname. The reason why Beiliang can stand on three legs with Liyang Beimang , because the internal friction is small, once the family is separated, it will be difficult to say. In the eyes of the poor monk, the real enemy of Beiliang is Zhao Kai, the king of Shu ten years later, and Chen Zhibao at present. His Highness should know the balance between the two. how to choose!"
Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "That's not how the abacus is calculated."
The old monk in black imprisoned six flying swords including bamboo horse and vermilion bird with Buddhist supernatural powers, which seemed to be an understatement, but in fact it was by no means as leisurely and comfortable as it appeared on the surface. At this time, there was a killing intent between the inches of his palm.
Just as Yang Taisui was about to speak, Xu Fengnian waved his hands and said, "You Buddhists pay attention to teaching according to fate. Although you are my senior, your fate has already been exhausted in that drink. If that's the case, don't play tricks here. Today There has to be a clean break."
Yang Taisui, whose skinny body couldn't afford the black cassock, said sharply: "Xu Fengnian, do you really think that the poor monk can't kill evil spirits?!"
Xu Fengnian said with a smile: "Did Qin Tianjian use the four characters "monster, evil, and evil" to describe the unborn me in front of the emperor of the Zhao family?"
After saying this, Xu Fengnian took two steps, using the Spring and Autumn Sword as the center of the Thunder Pool Sword Formation, put his two fingers together, and touched the edge of the sword!
Spring and autumn penetrate into the yellow sand of the earth.
Xu Fengnian said silently: "I judge spring and autumn by spring and autumn!"
Yang Taisui said angrily: "Bold!"
This kid is so absurd that he wants to use his own luck to steal the secret of heaven through this famous sword!
This is where the real interception lies!
In Xu Fengnian's body, only Tao Manwu, who has a unique vision, can see the aura of purple and gold in the yellow, which rises and floats for nine days.
The black-clothed old monk overturned his palms, but he still couldn't control the six bamboo-horse flying swords. The latter came out all at once, swiped close to the ground, and then stopped at a height of one zhang above the yellow sand.
The six-handled flying swords that were already eager to try in the sky showed their majestic faces, forming a Big Dipper sword array with the Spring and Autumn Sword on the ground.
The twelve flying swords and the Spring and Autumn Sword form a Yin-Yang Liangyi sword formation.
The twelve swords themselves form a thunder pool sword array.
And with the mysterious experience taught by Wudang's young master uncle Hong Xixiang, the sword and sword are repeatedly formed into a perfect circle.
Yuan Zuozong patted his horse and turned back to retreat.
In this battle, he has nothing to do.
After hesitating for a while, intentionally or unintentionally, Yuan Zuozong froze for a moment, glanced at Xu Fengnian, and then started galloping wildly, passing by the battlefield where corpses were lying all over the place, he reached out and grabbed a long spear, and went straight to kill the corpse. A female Bodhisattva in white.
As soon as Yuan Zuozong entered, the red-robed woman retreated.
Yang Taisui looked up at the sky, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's really a great handwriting. But Xu family child, are you really a poor monk and a vegetarian?"
The old monk in black stomped his foot on the ground, the soles of his feet didn't even touch the ground, let alone the yellow sand rising up, he shouted: "Baizhang is merciful!"
Squeezing the jade buckle on his chest, Yang Taisui took off the black cassock that was as thick as ink, and with a twist of his fingers, the wide cassock, like a black cloud, flew to the nine heavens above the head of the old monk.
Like a canopy rising from the ground.
In the ancient book Zeng Yunzhong, there is a treasure tree planted by immortals on Nanshan Mountain, which towers into the clouds and has no branches or leaves.
This was supposed to be one of Yang Taisui's secret ways to fight against the catastrophe after he calculated that he would be a hundred years old. The top romantics in the world, everyone has great opportunities, and each has the ability to suppress the box.
After the cassock, which was no more than one foot long and wide, was lifted into the air, it engulfed hundreds of feet of billowing black clouds and shrouded the sky above the iron gate.
Yang Taisui glanced at the young man facing the wind in the jade tree in the distance, even this old sick tiger monk who was once an extremely courtier and then retreated bravely, at the moment it is inevitable to have mixed feelings for a moment, he was really underestimated before. Born into a wealthy family, it can kill the vigor of the younger generation. Once the luck declines, most of them are born because of this. Back then, when Xu Xiao conquered the Six Kingdoms, his achievements were unrivaled, and he was the first deadlock. The woman was pregnant with Xu Fengnian, entered the palace in white clothes, and entered the land of immortals and false lands. She was a sword fairy overnight, and then there was another deadlock. Xu Fengnian's refusal to be that playboy is another deadlock. Xu Fengnian has been holding back for twenty years, now that he has mastered martial arts, he is full of hostility and resentment, and he has tied even tighter the knot that has never been untied.
Yang Taisui slowly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, "The knot can only be solved by death. But today you, Xu Fengnian, must die first. Amitabha!"
Xu Fengnian let the world absorb his luck.
The seven orifices bleed slowly.
Since practicing swordsmanship and martial arts, he has also cultivated swords since then. How many times has Xu Fengnian experienced fighting and risking? I'm afraid even he himself can't remember clearly. He once rolled the dragon wall with sword energy. He once defeated Kunlun alone. He once guarded the city gate with a sword. He once killed Zhixuan with a single blow.
The space between the heaven and the earth was divided and squeezed by several sword formations and cassock black clouds layer by layer.
Whether it is Liyang or Beimang, the bursts of winter thunder coming early outside the iron gate are the most amazing.
Regardless of the thrilling scene above his head, Yang Taisui took a step forward in the thunder pool sword formation with sword energy rushing towards the bullfighting bull. The black rocks of the cliffs are constantly peeling off and rolling away.
In the second step, the distance was reduced, and there was still a foot and a half.
He took six steps in succession, each step imprinting a Buddha lotus trace on the ground.
The old monk in black looked compassionately at the young man who was only an arm's length away. These six steps plus the previous stomping were the true Buddha's seven-step lotus-growing supernatural power.
In addition to the obvious six huge lotus flowers in the sword array, there are also countless small lotus flowers appearing out of thin air on the ground, like a celestial maiden scattered flowers all over the sky, and like five hundred arhats blessing.
The huge sword array shook, and the sky and the earth were like a god shaking a huge bucket, with endless ripples.
The seventh step is the seventh lotus, which exploded and bloomed at Xu Fengnian's feet on the edge of the sword array.
Yang Taisui's face was yellow and golden, and he also looked a little sluggish, but the old monk still insisted on sending out a palm, crossed the thunder pool sword formation, and pushed Xu Fengnian's palm against Xu Fengnian's heart regardless of the skin of his arm being cut by a flying sword guarding this side.
No one had ever noticed that a touch of red robe circled a huge arc path, drifted towards it, and came behind Xu Fengnian who was flying upside down.
The two bodies shuttled past each other without stagnation!
It seems that the two heavenly beings are out of their bodies and wandering between heaven and earth!
Xu Fengnian grinned, the purple gold flower bud in his body burst into full bloom, and then withered pieces and fell into the waterless pond.
Chunlei knife in his left hand.
Painstakingly built the Thunder Pool Sword Formation.
Just waiting for this moment to be smashed by myself!
Ever since he became the rich bait of Zhu Pao's vagina, he has been waiting for this moment of "feedback"!
Losing a body of rhubarb is like sweeping the house to welcome guests. Only when the house is clean can the small temple be able to sit the big Bodhisattva Danying.
between arms.
Xu Fengnian opened the gate of heaven!
He slowly passed by the standing still old monk in black.
Lei Chi was destroyed.
The cassock is falling.
Dan Ying, who was floating in front of Yang Taisui, opened her mouth and sucked in, the two pairs of golden eyes that were originally impure became more transparent.
Armpit regenerates arms!
Xu Fengnian stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, with blood flowing between his five fingers, he walked slowly forward, first he used the pseudo-realm to point to the mystery, and then to make matters worse, he used the force to achieve the false-realm celestial phenomenon, unless he stepped on the big shit and directly became a land god , otherwise don't expect to become a pinnacle master.
Xu Fengnian looked at Zhao Kai who staggered back into the carriage over there, killing you boy, and then fighting off Chen Zhibao who wanted to make a profit, everything was worth it.