I have a sword that can sway the heavens

"The poor monk captured you two first, so that you can teach you to repent to the Buddha for your words and deeds today!"

The young monk in a snow-white monk's robe had a mark of vermilion on the center of his eyebrows. He stepped forward, his hands bursting with the Buddha's light of the swastika, and he directly grabbed Li Er and Shi Feixuan.

"Monk Jiaye, you are not young anymore, why do you have to fight against two juniors? Let the old man meet you."

Yuan Tiangang stepped forward to meet Venerable Kasyapa.

Sweeping the green sleeve robe, it covered the dazzling Buddha light and lifted up the beautiful mountains and rivers.

boom!

The robes of the two were agitated, the air waves in the square were turbulent, and the floor tiles paved with white jade were blown away layer by layer.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Liaokong took a step forward and looked at Lier. He who hadn't spoken for decades spoke today, and said in a low voice, "Benefactor Li, you guys are here to argue with me, and we don't need to do that." Word of mouth."

"Today, if your Daoist sect wins, I will close the Buddhist monastery for a hundred years. If the Buddhist sect wins, the Daoist sect will bow their heads to the Buddhist sect and admit their mistakes, and Li benefactor will resign himself from the seat of the Buddha. How about it?"

Behind Monk Liaokong, no anger, no ignorance, no greed, no fear, and Fan Qinghui all changed their faces.

This Master Liaokong has practiced closed-mouth meditation for decades, and once he opens his mouth, he vents his skills!

Lear looked at Kong, shook his head and said, "Not enough!"

Chapter 134 The Battle Begins

"not enough!"

Lear shook his head.

If the Taoist sect lost, not only would he have to bow his head to the Buddhist sect to admit his mistake, but he, Lear, would also have to kill himself.Buddhism lost, and it was just that the Jingnian Temple was closed for a hundred years, which is unreasonable no matter how you look at it.Although Lear didn't think he would lose.

Liao Kong hadn't spoken for decades, his voice was a little dry, and he asked Lear, "How about the sword fairy desire?"

Lear pondered for a moment, then replied, "Since you want to gamble, you might as well gamble bigger."

"The Daoist sect lost, and the Daoist sects in the world hid in the mountains and forests from now on, and did not ask about common matters. Li paid for his life and made amends to the Buddhist sect with his flesh and blood."

"Buddhist sect loses, Buddhist sects in the world destroy Buddhist temples by themselves, take out the golden body of Buddha and the accumulated money, and let Li deal with it."

Monk Liaokong squinted his eyes and asked, "Maybe the sword fairy's words represent the Taoism of the world?"

Lin Chu took a step forward and said with a smile, "The leader of the Taoist sect naturally represents the Taoist sect in the world!"

Turning his head away from Kong Kong, he looked at Venerable Emperor Xin, Venerable Jianglong, and the Painful Zen Master at Shaoshi Mountain.

Venerable Emperor Xin was tall and majestic, nodded to Monk Kong, and said, "Promise them."

Venerable Jianglong and Zen Master Kuxin did not refute, but just recited Amitabha silently.

In the dispute between Taoism and Buddhism, they cannot retreat a step.

"it is good."

"Since there is no objection, Master Kong is invited to draw the Dao, and the Daomen will follow!"

With his hands behind his back, Lear's slender figure is tall and straight, like an upright long sword.

His clothes fluttered, his Taoism was natural, his fairy demeanor was transcendent, and his eyes were as bright as stars.

As the world says, the sword fairy Lear is an immortal fetus conceived by the stars all over the sky, and no one in the world is closer to the fairy than him.

As soon as Li Er finished speaking, the Venerable Emperor Xin took a step forward, walked up to Lin Chu with a Zen staff in his hand, and said with a smile, "Old Taoist Lin, you are a senior, born 50 years earlier than me. During the years when you ruled the world, I have always been Buddhist novice."

"We are not from the same era, but today we have to decide who is the winner. The old monk also wants to know, what methods do you have left for this once magnificent Taoist celebrity?"

The old Taoist Lin Chu held his whisk and said with a smile, "You are a junior, and the old Taoist will let you go first."

Venerable Jianglong walked up to Chen Ze, clasped his hands together, and said in a soft voice, "Senior Chen, I will offend you today."

Chen Ze took off the iron sword on his back, put on a shelf for cutting the sword, and said coldly, "Don't say too much, life and death depend on fate!"

Zen Master Kuxin's robes were messy, he looked at Sun Simiao with a sad face, spread his hands and said, "Daozhang Sun, please."

Sun Simiao smiled kindly and nodded, "Please."

Liao Kong stretched out his hand, took a mouthful of the saber, looked at Lear solemnly, and said in a dry voice, "In order to reduce the sin karma, the old monk has practiced closed-mouth meditation for 30 years, keeping his mouth shut and mind, and not asking about worldly affairs. If you don't want to, you can't avoid the sin karma. Since Sin karma cannot be reduced, and the old monk broke the precepts today, so he has to leave the Sword Immortal in the Jingnian Temple."

"Sword Immortal, please!"

Monk Liaokong did not open his mouth for 30 years. He closed his mouth and closed his mind.Open your mouth today, release all your 30 years of skill, and climb from a master to a grand master with momentum.

The momentum continued to skyrocket, and the aura on Monk Liaokong's body became stronger and stronger, and it didn't stop after entering the Grand Master.

This monk is very ambitious.

If he is really allowed to practice closed-mouth meditation, when he succeeds, he will break through the realm in one fell swoop, directly from the master to the broken.

Lear couldn't help admiring the Monk Liao Kong in front of him.

Closed-mouth meditation is not a peerless magic skill. Many Buddhist temples in the world have closed-mouthed meditation practice methods, which are very popular.It is not difficult for ordinary Jianghu people to obtain the practice method of closed-mouth meditation.

The difficult thing is to keep your mouth shut and your heart closed. If you don't say a word for decades, you can't practice it without great wisdom and perseverance.

Quit lifting the knife upside down.

Monk Liaokong glared, and cut off Lear's head with a knife, just like Ananda, a disciple of the Buddha who broke his precepts, he cut off the illusion of a sea of ​​blood.

Lear took his time.

The sword box behind him opened automatically, and nine streams of icy blue light shot out, drawing a semi-circular arc, condensing frost in the air, trying to penetrate Monk Kong.

Jingle Jingle!

Jie Dao brandished a layer of Dao Curtain, knocking nine beams of light into the air.

Monk Liaokong's eyes widened, and he stomped out a deep hole in the Baiyu Square, like King Kong Ming's anger, with a mighty and overbearing slash, intending to split Lear in two.

Lier raised his eyelids lightly, and the Ningshuang Sword in his hand, which was shining with white fairy light, sang crisply.

The sword's light soared, and with a sword in his hand, it struck down like a thunder, the sky was instantly covered with dark clouds, and electric snakes entangled and collided in the air.

A sword slashed down, thunder roared, accompanied by the crisp sound of metal and iron.

clang!

The broken precept knife in the hands of the monk Liao Kong was cut off, and there was a hideous sword mark on his chest, the monk's robe was stained with blood, he flew back backwards, and hit the ground heavily.

Lear refused to show mercy at all, raised his hand to attract, and nine streamers of light flew towards Monk Kong, intending to take his head away.

"Host!"

"Bold thief!"

Not angry, not ignorant, not greedy, not afraid, Vajra the Four Great Buddhist Dharma Protectors stood in front of Monk Kong in an instant, and the Arhat handprints bloomed with infinite Buddha light, isolating the nine streamers of light.

Li Er's eyes were indifferent, and the Ningshuang sword fell again. This time, the sword body poured out endless sword energy, like the sky hanging upside down, unstoppable.

Vajras, the guardians of the four Buddhist sects, backed away in unison. The monk's robes on his body were torn apart by the sword energy, blood oozing from the small wounds, and he was in a panic.

Monk Liaokong broke the closed-mouthed meditation, and his skill has climbed to the level of a great master. Unfortunately, his strength is not enough to match Lear.Not angry, not ignorant, not greedy, not afraid of the four holy monks joining forces, but it is only equivalent to a great master, far behind Lear.

Today, Lear has already surpassed the limit of a great master. With the sword out, the space is covered with tiny cracks like a shattered mirror.

There was a hideous sword mark on Monk Liaokong's chest, and blood stained his monk's robe. Holding a broken knife in his hand, he stood up with difficulty, and said to the four great monks beside him, "This man's power is as high as the sky, and his swordsmanship is beyond the realm of a great master. But he refused to leave and insisted on staying in this world. It seems that he is determined to destroy my great cause of Buddhism and dig the foundation of my Buddhism."

"Buddhist disciples obey orders, Brahan fights, kill this beast!"

Headed by Monk Liaokong, and the four guardians of the Dharma, more than 100 monks from the Jingnian Temple ran out with iron rods and formed a large array of Arhats to subdue demons.

Fan Qinghui had a solemn expression, and wanted to go up to help.

Concubine Shi Xuan took a step forward and stopped Fan Qinghui, "You can't go."

Fan Qinghui looked cold, and asked, "Sinister, are you really going to help the Taoist sect to embarrass me?"

Shi Feixuan shook her head, "I'm not helping the Taoist sect to embarrass you, I'm saving your life. Even if you go up, it's just a life for nothing."

"Shi Feixuan, your wings are stiff."

"I'd like to see what you have cultivated to dare to speak to the teacher like this."

Fan Qinghui held the sword with a cold expression.

With one sword strike, like a rushing river, it was unstoppable to kill Shi Feixuan.

Sword Qi Yangtze River!

Concubine Shi Xuan pointed her finger like a sword, pointing out with one finger, breathing out the sword energy with her fingertips.

With the same sword energy of the Yangtze River, Shi Feixuan used her fingers as a sword to break the iron sword in Fan Qinghui's hand, and said softly, "Master, you have cultivated the Cihang Sword Code for decades, but the heat is not enough."

"You can't even beat Feixuan, how dare you draw your sword at Brother Li?"

Chapter 135 Closing

"Master, you have cultivated the Cihang Sword Code for decades, but it's not enough."

"You can't even beat Feixuan, how dare you draw your sword at Brother Li?"

Concubine Shixuan shook her head, her eyes were sincere and her words were earnest.

Fan Qinghui's face was livid, she looked at Shi Feixuan in disbelief, and asked sharply, "Have you taken that step and stepped into the supreme heaven?"

Concubine Shi Xuan looked at Fan Qinghui with pity, and said softly, "Master, you are on the wrong path!"

"Let's go back."

"After going back, Cihang will fast and seal the mountain quietly, so don't interfere in the dynasty's disputes."

"Brother Li, Feixuan will intercede. As long as Cihang Jingzhai doesn't intervene in the dynasty disputes, brother Li won't have trouble with Cihang Jingzhai."

Fan Qinghui couldn't bear Shi Feixuan's pitiful eyes, she looked like a madman, and shouted, "I'm not wrong!"

"Cihang Jingzhai is right, and so is Buddhism!"

"Shi Feixuan, you are the one who is wrong!"

"Sinister, take your life!"

Fan Qinghui charged towards Concubine Shixuan again, but was immediately repelled by Concubine Shixuan.

Concubine Shixuan was dressed in white, like a Luoshen coming out of water, with a detached demeanor and compassion in her eyes.She just watched Fan Qinghui come one after another, repelling Fan Qinghui one after another, and the compassion in her eyes became more and more intense.

Around the square of Jingnian Temple, a group of spectators retreated and retreated, with horrified eyes and dizzy eyes.

The square is divided into several pieces.

The battle between Yuan Tiangang in Qingcheng Mountain and Venerable Kasyapa in Daxue Mountain is about to be decided.

Venerable Kasyapa's white monk's robe was torn, his handsome face was covered with sweat, and he was panting heavily.On the other hand, Yuan Tiangang was still spotless, with a calm expression on his face.

Lin Chu, an old Taoist in Maoshan, fought against Venerable Emperor Xin of Jingtu Temple.

Laoshan old Taoist Chen Ze cut the sky with his iron sword, and his sword energy cut through the clouds, and he fought with Fa Yanzong's Venerable Dragon Subduing. Wherever the two passed, the ground was blown up layer by layer.Shenlong Xuying and Excalibur Xuying kept biting and colliding.

When Sun Simiao fought against Zen Master Kuxin, the movement was much quieter, and there was no obvious trick.

Concubine Shixuan suppressed Fan Qinghui again and again, and Fan Qinghui fell into a state of madness.

All eyes turned to Lear.

Someone whispered, "This time, it seems that Buddhism is about to lose."

"Well, Sword Fairy Lear is really powerful, and his swordsmanship is profound. You can see that the space around him is shattered. It turns out that the legend of Shattered Void is true. Sword Fairy Lear has already reached the supreme realm of Shattered Void. "

"People in the world are ignorant, and it is an insult to Sword Immortal to rank Sword Immortal with the three great masters."

Under the eyes of everyone, Lear's Ningshuang Sword swallowed its light, and the tip of the sword lingered in flames.

Clang!

Looking at the Arhat formation, Lear slashed out with a sword, and the sword energy howled into a sea of ​​flames, and the phantom of a phoenix was reborn from nirvana in the raging fire.

The space is like a mirror being shattered, and the void cave of Hei Haloxylon appears, which makes people shudder.

The fire was raging, burning in nothingness.

No blood mist exploded, no limbs were broken, and no blood flowed into rivers.

Lear's cold eyes reflected the sea of ​​flames, and the mournful howls of the monks lingered in his ears, even if those monks rolled on the ground, they couldn't extinguish the flames attached to the bones.

The crowd's scalp was numb, and their mouths were parched for a moment. They watched Master Liaokong, the Four Guardian King Kong, and hundreds of warrior monks in the Jingnian Temple being burned into nothingness by the flames, leaving no ashes behind.