Even though Liu Songtao understood what Wang Xianzhi was thinking, he still blocked his way.
With one move of the falling sword, countless bodhisattva images were attracted, trapping Wang Xianzhi who was in it.
The bodhisattvas have high and low faces, some are so clear that the brows and eyes can be seen, or they are misty and vague. Among them, the four bodhisattvas are the most tall and solemn, and they are divided into four directions. Avalokitesvara who eradicates the suffering of all living beings, Manjushri Bodhisattva who is pure and untainted and beneficial to the world, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva who has no retreating heart, and Ksitigarbha who vowed to save all sentient beings and become a Buddha.
Among them, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is the most vivid and amiable, due to Wang Xiaoping's unrelenting sword heart before, it fits this way virtually.
After Wang Xianzhi stepped on the ground, he withdrew his fists abruptly, and with him as the center of the circle, a wave of energy that could overshadow the turbulent tide that slapped Emperor Wudi's city was released wantonly. Most of the Dharma statues collapsed suddenly, and some were crumbling, obviously showing signs of collapse.
Only the four great Bodhisattvas remained motionless, and Manjusri Bodhisattva even opened his golden mouth slightly, reciting scriptures, and there were vaguely long-sleeved celestial maidens hovering above their heads.
The golden light overflows between the heaven and the earth, and the fluorescence flows, just like being in the Buddhist kingdom on the other side.
A hundred years ago, the number one person in the rivers and lakes met the even more transcendent number one person in this world. This magnificent state of fighting with all his strength has indeed achieved a level that is unimaginable today without records in ancient books!
Wang Xianzhi didn't control Qi at all, turned into a sword, turned into a sword, and transformed into a figure, and punched in all directions. After the punches, before the phantom had time to merge into one, a stream of snow-white light bypassed Manjusri and rushed towards the old monk to enter meditation Liu Songtao.
Behind Liu Songtao emerged a Bodhisattva of Fudo of Esoteric Buddhism, making an angry gesture.
After being hit violently by Wang Xianzhi's body, Liu Songtao didn't change his sitting posture at all, but his sitting position slipped out ten feet backwards. There was another collision, and there was a loud thunder. Liu Songtao, who was sitting on the ground with his hands clasped together, retreated again and again, but on the way of retreating both human and dharma, the Fudo Ming King let out a muffled roar.
If everyone is obsessed with obsession, they have already been awakened. If it was a stubborn demon, he would have been frightened away.
It's a pity that it was Wufu Wang Xianzhi who could compete with the immortal Lu Dongxuan who bumped into him!
In the third blow, the standing Wang Xianzhi kicked the sitting Liu Songtao on the forehead.
Kicking the leader of the Demon Cult who had put down the butcher knife and practiced Buddhism for a hundred years on the ground directly into the ground, Fudo Mingwang Dharmakaya sank deep into the ground, revealing only the frightened face that tended to slacken.
At the same time, the four bodhisattvas in the distance turned into fireflies in the world, slowly lifted into the sky, and returned to the sky.
Wang Xianzhi stopped the offensive that was simply invincible, the old man showed a trace of anger for the first time, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you know that someone has a wish?!"
Liu Songtao, who was still underground, stood up, turned his palms together to salute, and took the initiative to disperse the last Dharma image.
Then he walked slowly on the dirt road as smooth as a sword, stood in front of Wang Xianzhi, nodded, and replied softly: "May everyone in the younger generation can open the gate of heaven with a sword."
Wang Xianzhi said indifferently: "I'm just an old man who only has eyes for the world."
Liu Songtao thought for a while, and said calmly: "You think that the rise and fall of the world is the burden that kings, ministers and scholars should shoulder. They have done well. In a peaceful and prosperous world, they can't afford it. In troubled times, people are not as good as dogs. Anyway, you, Wang Xianzhi, only shoulder the burden of martial arts. But you have something to think, and I have something to think about. In the final analysis, it is because of different ways, so the plan is different. In order to win the world, the two dynasties of Liyang and Beimang were short of military pay and money, so they had to use various banners To destroy the Buddha, let the Taoist priests seal the gates of the two Buddhist temples, not to mention the destruction of countless temples and scriptures, not only that, but also to try their best to sever the inheritance of Buddhism. Liu Songtao wants to continue a stick of incense to the Buddhism here and now It's not that I, Liu Songtao, want to flatter that young vassal king of Beiliang, but I want to do a little bit for Buddhism, try to protect the last pure land, every inch is every inch, even if it's just to give a monk a place to stand. Good thing."
Wang Xianzhi waved his hand, "I have to hurry, I don't want to talk to you."
The purple-gold color in Liu Songtao's expression fluctuated, his aura was unstable, and he suddenly asked with a smile, "Wang Xianzhi, how much effort have you put in?"
Wang Xianzhi didn't answer, but asked instead: "Stop it, or not?"
Liu Songtao turned sideways and stretched out a hand, "Since Liu Songtao has nothing to ask for in Zhulu Mountain, he has already put it down. Besides, taking off his cassock does not mean that he is no longer a monk, and he cannot die for the time being. Besides, you may not be able to kill him." that person."
Wang Xianzhi kept silent, brushing past Liu Songtao.
In the end, Liu Songtao still didn't know whether Wang Xianzhi gave his best, and he didn't expect too much, thinking that nine out of ten would be enough.
A hundred years later, in this river and lake, the water level is much higher than before. He was a little late, but he was not too late.
Liu Songtao walked to a place on the bank of the Guangling River, picked up a handful of muddy river water, washed away the blood casually, and thought about going back to Xiaoping, the king of Wudang who had different ways but could conspire with each other, but he was unsteady and sat on the wet stone pile , sighed, got up with difficulty, and looked to the south, "It's a pity that the Peach Blossom Sword God, who only heard his name but never saw his face, probably won't come."
Liu Songtao resisted the stinging pain, swept away, found Wang Xiaoping, bent his back to carry this Wudang Taoist priest who could have overlooked the sword forest after Deng Tai'a, straightened his waist, and said softly: "Gao Shulu's physique, your peach wood sword , the poor monk's Buddhist energy, added together, the chances of winning are still not great."
Liu Songtao smiled wryly and said, "Is it misfortune to have such an old man suppressing Jianghu? Or luck? We can say that that vassal king must be a great misfortune."
On the other side, Zhao Huangchao disappeared.
Jiang Di, the woman who was lucky enough not to die after the First World War and was able to pass that test, she is still here.
Liu Songtao stared blankly at the torrent of water, speechless. Back in the day, she once said with a smile that there were partridges in the south of the south of the Yangtze River, and she kept saying "it can't be done".
Liu Songtao closed his eyes, silently recited Amitabha, and then strode forward after opening his eyes.
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Wang Xianzhi punched Huishan Ziyi into the bottom of the river with a fist like a rainbow, and then blocked Wang Xiaoping's deadly sword, and moved away the blocking stone of Liu Songtao, who was transformed from a demon to a Buddha, in one day. They didn't bother too much, but there is no doubt that the number one person in the world, the Lord of Wudi City, was tossed almost into a rage by an unknown girl who didn't know how to advance or retreat, let alone tireless.
The first inexplicable attack took place at the end of the Songxian River, a tributary of the Guangling River. The vicious hand knife is more the appreciation of the seniors to the younger ones, there is no anger at all, and after dodging, they did not pursue. Watching the little girl's figure disappear, she bent down and retreated from the battlefield, running like a fox, which can be described as extremely fast. The main reason is that she came and went in a hurry, and hardly involved her qi, which was not easy. At that time, Wang Xianzhi just remembered a saying that was widely circulated in Wudi City. The former eleventh Wang Mingyin killed a young woman assassin with a sinister knife through her chest. At that time, Wang Xianzhi didn't pay much attention to it until she got It was an absolutely true anecdote that truly remembered this killer. She took the opportunity to kill the gatekeeper of Tai'an City, the astronomical master Liu Haoshi!
Presumably she is the little girl who came to make the fourth stone.
Four. The homophony is dead. Little girl, this is not very auspicious.
At first Wang Xianzhi thought the little girl was quite interesting, if he met, he could chat with her for a while to relieve boredom.
Half a decade later, we met for the second time on a post road close to Hezhou. Wang Xianzhi was walking slowly under the shade of willow trees by the roadside. Suddenly, the girl killer sprang out from under the horse's belly, walked close to the ground, then jumped up very quickly, and still stabbed Wang Xianzhi's heart with a knife in his hand.
Wang Xianzhi grabbed her wrist and threw it, her frail body abruptly broke a willow tree as thick as a blue and white bowl.
Wang Xianzhi thought that the incident was nothing more than three, and the little girl should know the severity, but unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, the sneak attack followed.
Wang Xianzhi closed her eyes and rested in the wilderness, sitting and sleeping for three full hours. It was not until midnight that the girl broke through the ground ten feet away. Even Wang Xianzhi didn't know how she guessed that she would sit there. Take a rest, because no matter how advanced the Qimen Dunjia is, it is impossible to make undetectable movements under his nose.
This time, Wang Xianzhi, who didn't care whether she was sleeping or waking up, turned her head hastily to avoid the girl killer's knife piercing her eyes. For the first time in the fight, Wang Xianzhi had already confirmed that the little girl's hand knife was very weird. , is a novel technique that he has never heard of before. It is clean and neat, and is good at breaking gangsters. Even the physique of ordinary warriors in the diamond realm may not be able to resist it. Moreover, the restraint of the girl's hand knife is almost self-abuse, so before the hand knife succeeds, In an instant, she can burst out with ingenious knack of fingering and mystery, which is similar to Han Shengxuan's skinning and cramping. It can be said that her hand knife is easy to kill a master of the rivers and lakes below the first rank, but her original intention is even more perverted. He went straight to assassinate the Celestial and Land Immortals in the first and second realms.
Who in the world can teach such an unreasonable killer
So in the third confrontation, Wang Xianzhi, who was always sitting cross-legged, avoided the knife with his head sideways, grabbed her ankle, smashed her back to the ground in front of him, and asked aloud, "What's your name?" name?"
The girl jumped out of the big hole made by her body, and disappeared in a flash without making a sound.
Wang Xianzhi was just a little helpless towards Niu Danqin, but he didn't get up and chase her, more like treating her as a naughty child with a bad temper.
Soon Wang Xianzhi changed from being helpless to being tireless. The girl killer didn't even know how to accept it when she was happy. Only three days later, Wang Xianzhi entered the territory of Hezhou near Beiliang Road, and launched another clever attack.
Wang Xianzhi drew water from a deep well to drink. Without warning, the little girl slipped out along the well wall and stabbed Wang Xianzhi's neck with a knife.
Annoyed that she didn't know what to do, Wang Xianzhi hit her head with an elbow, knocking her down to the bottom of the well, and there was a sound of falling water.
This elbow, Wang Xianzhi no longer shows mercy, even if he is a first-rank Vajra master, he may have to cultivate obediently for a year and a half before he can get out of bed and walk.
but.
Later, when she showed up, she was a girl killer with no blood on her face, and she still carried out the fifth assassination tirelessly!
Wang Xianzhi was walking in the busy city, and a ragged little girl rushed out from a dark and narrow alley. This time, Wang Xianzhi directly punched her in the head.
The girl threw her head back and slammed into a restaurant, smashing an outer wall and several wine tables, and sat slumped against the inner wall of the restaurant.
Wang Xianzhi said coldly: "Next time, you will really die."
The stubborn girl pressed her weak back against the wall with all her strength, and her toes were firmly on the ground, trying to stand up on this basis, but she sat down again after halfway up.
So repeated, I do not know how many times, every time in vain.
Half a day later.
It's the last time.
Wang Xianzhi was walking on the post road on the border between the two states, and he could already see the boundary marker between Youhe and the two states.
Beside the tall boundary marker, there is a young girl standing there in the scorching heat of the Northland, still wearing a ermine hat crookedly and carrying a sunflower.
She seemed to want to foolishly monopolize her.
The girl snorted.
She is no longer able to sneak attack and assassinate anyone.
She could only stop here openly.
Then she raised her arm, wiped away the blood oozing from her nose or mouth, gently placed the sunflower on the boundary marker, carefully took off the ermine hat, pulled out an old pearl hairpin, and put them all on it , and put it together with the sunflower that is far from golden in color.