I was an immortal emperor in the Sui and Tang Dynasties

Chapter 42 Jing Nian Temple

Yang Guang's figure was like lightning, his hands turned into palms, shining golden light, every time he hit, there was a sound of Buddha's voice, and everyone who was hit would utter a scream.

Fanqing Huifeng's eyes flashed with angry flames, the sword in his hand stabbed out, and the sword energy rolled up, but he couldn't help Yang Guang at all, and he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.He could only watch one figure after another being knocked into the air.

"Fun Lord, don't run away if you have the ability." Fan Qinghui slashed out the sharp sword in his hand and roared loudly.

"Fan Qinghui, wait a moment."

The breeze swept under Yang Guang's feet, pointed out, and killed the rebel in front of him, ignoring Fan Qinghui behind him, and said with a smile.

"Hunjun. Get out of the way, let me kill Hunjun." Fan Qinghui let out a long roar, his face was stern, his eyes were indifferent, and he stabbed out with a sword, and he could stab Yang Guang's back in sight.

"Huh! The heart of the sword is clear? No." Yang Guang felt the sword energy stabbing at his back, and in a hurry, he quickly cast the phantom magic body technique. There were a few more figures of Yang Guang in the air, but the opponent's sword energy seemed to recognize it. Like myself, I was surprised to find myself in many phantoms.

"Dang!" With a soft sound, the index finger flicked the sword, and the sword let out a soft chime, and then escaped from danger.

"What a deep internal force, how could you have such a profound internal force." Fan Qinghui was very surprised, she didn't expect to be about the same age as herself, and the depth of internal force was shocking.

"You know too much." Yang Guang looked stern. This is a stubborn guy, and it is impossible for him to become his own leek.The index finger of his right hand formed a sword, and the Gang Qi came out from the finger, hitting the sword.

Fan Qinghui groaned for a while, her face was pale, she felt that her right arm was numb, and she almost couldn't even hold the sword.He retreated quickly, afraid of being overtaken by Yang Guang.

"Amitabha." At this moment, a sound of Buddha sounded from a distance, and four monks rushed towards Yang Guang.

It is the Four Great Vajras of Jingnian Temple.

"It's just right." Yang Guang laughed loudly, waved his right hand, and saw a sharp sword burst out of the air and fell into Yang Guang's hand.

"The Sword Art of the Other Shore." Fan Qinghui in the distance saw Yang Guang's attacking style, and his face paled.

"Fan Qinghui, let me show you what the real Cihang Sword Code is." The sharp sword in Yang Guang's hand flickered, and the sword energy pierced through the air, directly involving the Four King Kongs.

Monk Bu'an swung the Jiedao in his hand and let out a sharp roar, and there was a little panic between his brows.The opponent's sword came too fast.

"Dang!" There was a soft sound, and a golden Zen stick stood in front of the sword.

The two monks were knocked flying several feet away by the huge force.

No anger, no ignorance, no greed, and no fear, the four monks showed surprise on their faces.

"Four King Kongs of Jingnian Temple, come." Yang Guang pointed at Fan Qinghui with a sharp sword in his hand and said with a sneer, "Fan Qinghui, you can also go up together! Let me see the abilities of the five of you."

"The faint king should be killed." Fan Qinghui didn't care, and cut towards Yang Guang with the sharp sword in his hand.

The sharp sword in Yang Guang's hand pierced out, which was the loophole in Fan Qinghui's sword move, forcing Fan Qinghui to withdraw the sword move in his hand, very aggrieved.

"Amitabha, let's deal with the Hunjun together!" Monk Bu'an showed a complex look on his face, and cut out the Jiedao in his hand.The Four King Kong also made their moves one after another.Five people fought around Yang Guang.

Yang Guang's face was indifferent, the sword in his hand was either blocking, stabbing, or slashing, each move must be a place where everyone must save, the five people's internal energy rolled around, covering the whole body, but it was rare that they were in a defensive state.

"Jianxin is transparent, this is clearly the state of Jianxin's transparent." Fan Qinghui's eyes were shining with anger.

The surrounding martial arts masters had long been stunned by the situation in front of them. Yang Guang was one against five, and he was not at a disadvantage, and he was in an attacking state.

Half a minute later, white mist shrouded the five people's heads, sweat flowed from their foreheads, and internal energy had already gushed out, but Yang Guang's face was calm, and he could not see anything unusual.

Yang Guang's eyes were empty, and the sharp sword in his hand swept away, enveloping the five people without any abnormality.

"Monk Liao Kong, if you don't come out again, I will kill the five people in front of me." Yang Guang's voice came from far away, rumbling, resounding through the Jingnian Temple.

The voice rumbled, but there was no memory.

"It's a pity." The sword in Yang Guang's hand came out and stabbed at Monk Bu'an.

Seeing this, Monk Bu'an swayed and hid aside.

"Ah!" There was a scream, but Monk Bu Tan covered his neck with his right hand, and saw a sword hit the opponent's neck, killing him.

"Come back." Yang Guang's face was indifferent, and he swung his right hand, the sword pierced by the monk who was not greedy flashed coldly, and fell towards Yang Guang's hand. When everyone was surprised, the sword seemed to be controlled by a force. The non-greedy monk on one side killed him.

How could the monk who was not greedy think that the sword could turn a corner, one could not dodge in time, the sword slashed fiercely on the arm, and the right hand fell to the ground even with the Zen staff.

"Fan Qinghui, is this Jianxin Tongming? You really are ignorant." A trace of fatigue flashed in the depths of Yang Guang's eyes.

This is indeed not the sword heart, but the sword control technique. According to Yang Guang's ability, he can only use the sword control technique within a few feet. Every time, the spiritual power in the body is completely consumed.

"Shameless." Fan Qing Huiqi's delicate body trembled, he let out a sharp whistle, his sword was shining brightly, and he looked desperate.The other two Buddhist Vajras also roared fiercely.

"Sure enough, it's a bald donkey." Yang Guang's eyes suddenly lit up, his body flew up, several feet high, and he struck forward with his right hand.

A powerful force knocked everyone around into the air.

Everyone looked over, but saw that there was a thin monk in the sky at some point. The monk had a compassionate face, and he was wearing a golden cassock.

"Grandmaster! Master Liao Kong."

Everyone around exclaimed, walking in the air is one of the signs of a master. Unexpectedly, Monk Kong in the Jingnian Temple is actually a master.

"Monk Liaokong, you have finally appeared, handing over Heshibi, this is not something you can control." Yang Guang stood tall and tall, standing above the void.

"Grandmaster, another grandmaster."

"The Hunjun is actually a master."

Someone in the crowd exclaimed loudly.

"Your Majesty, why do you want to deceive others too much? He's Bi is an ancient treasure, and the virtuous live there. Your Majesty, it is the best thing to stay in my Jingnian Temple." Monk Liaokong spoke.

"You Jingnian Chanyuan dare to take the Jade Seal of Chuanguo as your own. You are really brave? You also want to choose a Mingjun for the world, a group of rebels." Yang Guang sneered: "A monk, six unclean, also known as A monk? You should be killed!"

Yang Guang's eyes were like lightning, he gave up the sharp sword in his hand very simply, his palms whizzed down, and charged at Monk Kong, everything is nonsense, just kill him directly.

Monk Liaokong's complexion changed, he sat in the Jingnian Temple and took care of He's Bi, to a certain extent, he was actually borrowing He's Bi to practice.

With palms interlaced, Monk Liaokong swayed, and a golden light flashed across his face.

"Your foundation is not stable. You have just broken through, and there is still an unknown aura in your body. You broke through with the Jade Seal of Chuanguo, which clashes with the Buddhist internal force in your body." Yang Guang opened his palms wide and closed.

One palm after another, there is no move at all.It is by relying on strong internal force to collide with Monk Liaokong.

Monk Liaokong's expression was gloomy. He knew that Yang Guang was the No. 1 subordinate of the master, so he used the power of He Shibi to forcibly break through to the realm of the master two days ago.

I thought I could easily defeat a powerful enemy, but now I realize that as I am improving, so is the enemy. A powerful force is transmitted from my hands. This is not an innate state, but it is clearly a master state.

Fan Qinghui looked at the two people in the air, and was stunned for a long time. Hunjun actually became a master, and even Monk Kong was no match for the opponent. It seemed that he was still at a disadvantage.

She really wanted to go up to help, but unfortunately, in the face of the attack of the master, she was not able to go up, and the surrounding qi could kill her.

"Liao Kong, it's still too late for you to surrender to my Great Sui." Yang Guang looked at Monk Liao Kong who had a pale golden complexion, and the master who was urged by He's Bi was destined to have an unstable foundation.

Liao Kong was speechless, his arms were trembling, the enemy's internal force was like a mighty river, rolling in, rushing into the meridians through his hands.

"Your Majesty's bravery is admirable, but the general situation is such that His Majesty cannot resist it. If Your Majesty stays in our Jingnian Temple, I, Jingnian Temple, will be willing to save His life." The voice of Monk Liaokong rumbled.

Yang Guang was taken aback for a moment, and soon understood what was happening. He laughed and said, "So you still have a helper, and the Jingnian Temple has existed for hundreds of years. Get up! Let me see."

"Amitabha." At this time, there were three more figures in the Jingnian Temple in the distance, and their bodies were full of decay.All three monks have short hair on their heads, and the cassocks on their bodies are worn out, and they have not been out for many years.

"The poor monk Du'er (Wu Jie, Du Nan) has seen the Son of Heaven." As soon as the three monks finished speaking, their bodies shook, and they rushed towards Yang Guang without giving Yang Guang the slightest chance.

"Shameless." Xu Xingzhi's voice came from afar.

"The three masters have made a move, and the faint king will die." Fan Qinghui watched the three masters make a move, and there was a smug look on Fen's face.

As one of the two holy places of righteousness, Jingnian Temple has a profound foundation and countless masters. The three masters of Duzi generation have all reached the realm of masters. Now the three of them will be able to kill Yang Guang if they attack together.

"Grandmaster, today I will show you what a real master is." Seeing this, Yang Guang burst out laughing, without the slightest trace of fear on his face, he went forward instead, and even let go of his own defenses. Let the three masters hit his body, and there will be bursts of metal and iron clanging sounds in an instant.

Facing Sandu, Yang Guang's face was calm, and he clapped his hands, like a mountain peak roaring down, it was Shaolin's unique skill, the Sumeru Mountain Palm, which was powerful and majestic.

Monk Dujie swayed, his hands trembling.

Du E and Du Nan hit Yang Guang's back with both palms, making a sound of gold and iron clattering.

The faces of the three of them are not good-looking. This is clearly the Vajra Immortality Divine Art, which is the top body-protecting divine art of Buddhism. If you want to defeat the body-protecting magical art, you must have your own internal strength far surpassing the opponent's.

Is this just the case?From the arms of the monk Dujie, one can see the majesty of Yang Guang's inner strength, which is shocking.

Yang Guang still didn't care about the people behind him, he just pointed his palms at the monk Dujie, one palm after another, shaking the void, and the people around were also shocked when they saw this.

Fan Qinghui watched her teeth ache for a while, at this time, Fan Qinghui realized that Yang Guang's men stayed behind just now, otherwise, she might not be able to bear the opponent's palms, and would be shocked to death by the palm of Mount Sumeru.

As for the Monk Liaokong on one side, with a face like gold paper, he stared at Yang Guang in the air, palm after palm, as if hitting his own heart, which made him feel powerless.

"When did he become a master? Why is there no news?" Fan Qinghui, who was looking aside, couldn't help asking.

"The Hunjun is insidious and cunning. He has hidden his martial arts for so many years, and the world doesn't even know that the other party is a martial arts master." Fan Qinghui was even more annoyed when he thought that the other party would also have a clear sword heart.

"You are far from Shifeixuan." A chuckle came from a distance.

Fan Qinghui looked over, but saw that his disciple Liu Jing was defeated by Houhou, and the sword in his hand flew to nowhere, and he was even more annoyed.

"Demon girl, die." A murderous intent flashed in Fan Qinghui's eyes, and he saw the sharp sword in his hand stabbing towards Houhou like a stream of light.

"Fan Qinghui, you are courting death." There was a soft voice, and a black figure descended from the sky, standing in front of Houhou, it was Zhu Yuyan, the head teacher of the Yin Gui Sect.

"Zhu Yuyan, you are so courageous. You actually dare to show up in the Jingnian Temple today at the demon extermination conference. You are courting death." Fan Qinghui looked wary.

Zhu Yuyan's strength is not much different from her own, but if the other party's master and apprentice join forces, she will undoubtedly lose.

"The Demon Extinguishing Conference is nothing more than a group of rebels. Fan Qinghui, from the looks of it, the Jingnian Temple is nothing more than that. I'm afraid it won't last long in His Majesty's hands!" Showing a smug look.

"Hmph, you're not much better. Isn't your Demon Sect rebellious?" Fan Qinghui looked at the situation in the field with a hint of worry on his face.

Jingnian Temple is now full of details. If it is destroyed by Yang Guang because of this, it will be a huge blow to the Holy Land headed by Cihang Jingzhai. After the emperor of the Sui Dynasty destroyed Jingnian Temple, he would not let it go Cihang Jingzhai.

"We're not as crazy as you are. It's really daring to think of manipulating the change of imperial power and choosing the emperor for the world." Zhu Yuyan shook her head immediately.

"Zhu Yuyan, don't make yourself so noble. Your demon sect is also thinking of changing the dynasty, just like us. If you don't die, you will not end well." Fan Qinghui said suddenly.

(End of this chapter)