Master Xiu is cultivating

The pupils of the young sword cultivator shrank slightly - strong, very strong!

In front of this opponent, there is no possibility of winning at all.

He had confirmed this from the moment they fought each other, but as the two continued to fight against each other, he didn't get used to this shock, and the impact he received became more and more intense.

The sharp edge of the sword is unstoppable, but how can it smash the invisible breeze?

On the opposite side, there are green lotus everywhere, swaying and swaying, and the figure of the monk in the green shirt is even more ethereal, it is difficult to lock with the air machine.The golden flowers all over the sky were falling one after another, and the ethereal Sanskrit chanted, non-stop, not only the sword of the sword cultivator was shaking, but also his heart.

With the stagnation of the young man's sword, the monk in Tsing Yi also looked at him more peacefully, with a compassionate expression, like a Buddha.

Zen Buddhism has been in decline for a long time, and there has never been a great power in the sect.

In the past thousand years, the number of Buddhist disciples walking in the world of Fuli has become increasingly rare.Back then, he was still a beggar who made a living by begging and stealing. One winter was very cold. He lost his hand while picking up someone's money bag, and was caught and his limbs were broken.His companions carried him back to the ruined temple, but they didn't have the money to ask a doctor to treat him. Seeing that the half-grown child with yellow and skinny face was beaten, his injury worsened within a few days.

He had a high fever, but he felt chills all over his body. He vaguely felt that the old beggar in the ruined temple lifted the torn quilt covering him, looked at the wound, and sighed: "Oh, I'm afraid that you look like this." I can't survive this winter."

He thought in a daze, he couldn't make it through... Am he going to die?

The ruined temple in the east of the city is the place where beggars live, and the dead naturally cannot park here.Most people thought that he had no chance of surviving, so they swept him with a piece of broken grass and threw it into the wilderness. relief.

In the wilderness, he rolled up a straw mat and fell into a coma for a day and a night. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was snowing heavily in the wilderness.Most of his body has lost consciousness, but it doesn't hurt so much. He closes his eyes and begins to wait for death.However, he didn't know whether his life should not be terminated, or it was true that as the master said, he had a predestined relationship with the Buddha. When he was dying, he met an ascetic monk who was walking around the world and practicing Buddhism.

This monk with kind eyes and clear face is also his later master.

The eminent Buddhist monk traveled all over the world with compassion, rescued a dying child in the wilderness, and took good care of him for another winter.It was an extremely cold winter. Several beggars froze to death in the ruined temple, but he recovered completely under the care of the master.In the spring of the next year, when the willow branches turned green, he also worshiped his master and became a little novice monk. He practiced with his master, placed orders everywhere, and made a living by begging for money.

Buddhism is not prosperous, and the life of a monk who walks in the world is also poor. However, when he was a beggar, he had already tasted the warmth and coldness of the world. The time he spent with his master and listened to his teachings was the happiest in his life. day.His master is proficient in Buddhism, has opened the four senses, and is already a leader among Buddhist disciples, but he can't break through to a higher level after a lifetime of hard work. After all, his lifespan is exhausted, so he is left alone in this world again.

If luck in a world is doomed, and if the way of swordsmanship prospers, Buddhism is doomed not to prosper, so who made the rules?

The same is against the sky, and the sword cultivator can break through the dome with his sword and fly up in the daytime. Why can't Buddhist disciples complete their merits and become Buddhas immediately?What's more, the order of the world is in chaos, and even the luck of the world cannot make sword repairers go straight to the sky, so it is doomed for those who do not practice swords to be trapped and die in this world.

Why?Why!

The same cultivator, why does his master have to die while they can live!If he can snatch this unique luck and nourish the Buddhism, as those people said, can his master also practice to a higher level, and can Buddhism flourish?

Whether it is or not, I can't miss this opportunity.

He practiced the top three, and his aptitude is not excellent, but his cultivation level has surpassed that of his master back then.When I was doing ascetic practice in Xitu, I heard about the grand event held by the Wanxiang Gate, pondered for a moment, and planned to try it.After going through several levels, he became one of the dozens of people who joined the Wanxiangmen, and then got a meditation technique and some advice. On the day of the completion of the technique, a strange blue flower appeared on his face.

This blue and white seal is a secret method of Zen Buddhism. Once a flower blooms, it can save a person. The person who is saved loses his own will and can only be driven by the Buddha.His current limit is only able to make the flowers bloom three times. In today's battle, it is enough to speed up this group of three mighty sword cultivators.

These people are full of beauty, and they are so proud that they don't look down on anyone.And people in the world only know that the sword cultivator is strong, and they don't see anything else in their eyes. If they see the world's largest sword cultivator defeated at their feet and become a puppet for themselves, how will they feel in their hearts?

The smiles on the faces of the monks in Tsing Yi became wider, and their eyes became brighter. Today is the first day for them to bear what I, the casual cultivators, have endured.When they are pulled down from the altar by people like themselves, the world will naturally know that not only the way of the sword reaches the sky in this world, but also the way of Buddhism is brilliant and righteous, even brighter than the way of the sword.

He watched the movement of the sword in the young sword cultivator's hand change again and again, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to break free, so slow that even a mortal with no cultivation could take the sword, and he was about to speak to persuade him to surrender, but in his eyes First there was a strange light: "Huh?"

Ah Qi's expression was the same from the beginning to the end, and the hands holding the sword became two, just like when he was hiking across the wilderness, he held his sword made of iron sheets and cork tied together.The sword's momentum became sluggish, and it was extremely difficult to stab each sword, but the mountains in the sword light became more and more solid.

Thick mountains, majestic Mount Tai!

Although such a heavy sword intent is not enough to return to the basics, it is enough to make people see that this young man is limitless in the way of the sword!

At this moment, everyone can see that he is not the enemy of the monk in green, but it does not prevent him from winning the praise of his fellow disciples. Even the master of Dongling Peak, who does not often express his affirmation to his disciples, sees that he is solid in purpose. The majestic mountains also showed a smile.

Sword cultivators are proud, but that doesn't mean they can't accept failure.

No matter how thick the mountains are, there is no possibility of resisting Guo Zhe Qingfeng.

From the very beginning, the contest between the two had been judged, and the young sword repairer would not have any suspense in losing.The reason why he has not been defeated until now is only because the opponent has spare power, but this spare power is not to save the face of Xuantian Sword Sect, on the contrary, they came to the door today to lose face of Xuantian Sword Sect.

"Amitabha."

The monk in Tsing Yi sang the Buddha's name, as if he had finally seen enough of his opponent's resistance, he smiled and spoke softly.

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering. Turning back is the shore. My Buddha is merciful and saves all sentient beings. I think the donor has a predestined relationship with the Buddha. Are you willing to accept the poor monk's salvation?"

As the voice fell, countless long swords among the mountains erupted in a clear and long cry at this moment!

Jian Ming was the young disciple who couldn't restrain the anger in his heart when he heard this, and aroused his anger.Not only them, but even many elders who had reached home had displeasure and anger in their eyes when they heard this.This meditation practice is not only intended to defeat their disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect, but even so arrogant that he wants to save him!

If the disciple fails to resist, let him succeed in the transformation, not to mention the Xuantian Sword Sect's face, then the youth's future will be ruined!It seems that this group of casual cultivators dared to come to the door today, not only because they want to save face of Xuantian Sword Sect, but also because they want to completely enmity with them!

The young monk didn't care that he caused the anger of many sword cultivators on the mountain, and just looked at the opposite person with a smile on his face.Behind him, green lotuses swayed all over the ground, the buds trembled slightly, and the outermost lotus petals slowly opened, layer by layer.

The young sword cultivator on the opposite side held a long sword in his hand, as if he was resisting some kind of power from somewhere, and refused to surrender.With every point of resistance, the blood on his face faded, but the paler his face, the brighter his eyes.

The monk sighed softly and shook his head, as if he thought the young man's resistance was respectable, but at the same time he seemed to feel pity, and even thought he was ridiculous.The blue and white flowers on his face were strange, originally it was not obtrusive because of the Buddha's light in his eyes, but now the black pupils gradually turned blue, diluting the majesty of the treasure in an instant, and becoming evil.

Above the group of peaks, many elder peak masters suddenly had warnings in their hearts, but there was a person who was closer than them and reacted faster.I only heard the sudden rise of the pines between the sky and the earth, and a cry of cranes broke through the sky. It was Elder Xu who drew his long sword out of its sheath, ready to stop it.

With a red top and white feathers, and a light body, it is the sword intent of the elder in the return to the void stage.

The white crane Mingkong is no different from the real crane, it is about to rush into the battle situation and break the forbidden technique of the blue and white monk, but before the white crane can cross this distance, a big black and yellow hand stretches out across the sky, holding the white crane firmly Imprisonment.The five fingers lingered with the black and yellow air, assimilating all things, and the white crane let out a long cry, and it turned into a broken sword light between the five fingers that suddenly tightened.

Above the group of peaks, many elder peak masters hurriedly got up, and the natal long sword kept in the flesh and blood body hummed, as if they were awakened in an instant, exuding warnings and overwhelming fighting spirit to face a powerful enemy.

As soon as the white crane shattered, Elder Xu's figure disappeared hundreds of steps away, and reappeared at the edge of the ring.

The gentle expression on the old man's face has been replaced by a solemn expression, and his whole body has turned into a sharp sword, looking solemnly at the place where Xuanhuang's big hand disappeared.For a moment, it seemed that the whole world became quiet, only the chirping of pines and cranes from the long sword in his hand became the last sound that filled the world.

Although this black and yellow big hand has the same origin as the burly man who led a group of loose cultivators, his comprehension and use of the origin is much higher than this person.I just saw that Elder Xu wanted to intervene in the battle situation. The big man who had a dignified expression on his face relaxed completely, put his hand in front of him, and looked at Elder Xu with a smile: "This is just a discussion among juniors. Expert, is it convenient to intervene?"

On the boulder ring, the tall figure of the young man was pressed down bit by bit by the invisible force. Those majestic and majestic mountain swords were originally exquisite swordsmanship to defeat the enemy, but now they became the shackles imposed on him in turn.

The blooming green lotus not only grew where the monk's footsteps stepped, but also the towering mountain formed by Ah Qi's feet, body, and formed by his sword intent. Swaying cyan lotus!

The monk in Tsing Yi stood where he was, and the blue pattern on his left cheek was also changing, from budding to half-blooming.Anyone can see that once the green lotuses all over the place fully bloom, the young people who are still fighting against him at this time will be converted into believers by him, not only will they lose their sense of autonomy, but they will also lose their faith in the journey of cultivation. possible!

Elder Xu is afraid of the master of the Xuanhuang Hand who is hiding somewhere. The opponent's realm is higher than him, but he can't just watch a precious disciple being destroyed here. The person who is most sure of saving him at this moment is himself .

But in a blink of an eye, almost half of the layers of green lotus bloomed, and Elder Xu's heart trembled, and he was about to strike again, but he heard the big man's voice again: "Elder Xu, don't be impulsive, if you want to If you fight in person, you will also be selected as an opponent of comparable strength, right?"

Seeing the old man looking at him, the burly man laughed wildly, "A dignified sword cultivator at the Void Return Stage will never bully the juniors and make the monks in the world laugh at him. Just say something, and the elders of our Wanzong League will naturally accept the invitation , I will play a game with you next time. It’s just that we agreed earlier that it’s best for us to discuss and communicate one by one, and the scenery should be viewed step by step. If you jump from Jindan to Void Return Stage in one go—isn’t it too fast? gone?"

While speaking, he quietly observed the changes in Elder Xu's expression.

Elder Xu was caught in a dilemma in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.The head hasn't summoned yet, which proves that things haven't been done yet, and they need time to wait for the backup to be safe.

But if Qinglian is allowed to die, the young man in front of him will be ruined all his life, exchanging the lives of his disciples for time has never been the code of conduct of Xuantian Sword Sect.

"Uncle Master... don't... care about me!"

Elder Xu suddenly looked at the tall boy whose back was bent down, and heard him clenching his teeth, the sound seemed to be squeezed out bit by bit, but it made people hear the indomitableness in it.What is even more surprising is that at such a time, he can still laugh.

Every muscle in the young man's body was trembling, because his whole body was resisting vigorously, his fingers holding the sword turned white, the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, but his bent back straightened bit by bit in the eyes of everyone. stand up.

His voice was not loud, but the monk in green on the opposite side could hear him clearly, "This... is trying to crush me? Mount Tai—collapse!"

With the word "Beng" exiting, it was like a thunderclap, shaking the whole world!

The solid and majestic mountain exploded instantly as he exited with the word "Beng", and the surging sword intent swept across the peaks like a tsunami!

One "collapse", three beeps!

At the first sound, the sword intent collapsed into a surging tide!

At the second sound, the psychic long sword in his hand collapsed into flying debris!

At the third sound, the energy of the whole body was compressed in the chest, and the bones and flesh were shattered together!

The green lotus in the mountain flew out together with the shattered rocks, and was ruthlessly crushed by countless sword intents that were as fine as swimming fish!

A green lotus on the chest, together with the bones and flesh, was instantly swallowed up by the burst of vitality after being compressed to the extreme, and it could not wait until the next moment to fully bloom!

No one would have imagined that a sword cultivator would completely shatter the true form of the sword intent that he had condensed so hard. No one would have imagined that there would be such a cruel young man in the world. The bones shattered together with the true shape of the sword intent!

As soon as the green lotus was broken, the blue and white monk suddenly suffered backlash, his body froze, as if struck by lightning, he retreated several steps, a mouthful of blood sprayed on his feet, and his spirit quickly withered.

Those who dare to say that Mount Tai collapsed in front of them without changing face are because they have never seen Mount Tai collapse in front of them!

Not only was Tsing Yi Zen Cultivator who was directly impacted by the shattering violent sword intent, but even Elder Xu and the big man standing on the edge of the ring changed their colors, one of them rushed towards the blue and white monk, and the other towards Ah Qi.

The young man shattered his sword, shattered all the bones in his body, and a horrible blood hole was formed in his chest, where he could even see the beating heart in his chest, but he was still awake.

When Elder Xu caught him, he felt that he couldn't touch a good bone, but after this decisive blow, the young man could still laugh.

The young sword cultivator looked at his opponent who was sluggish and his face was as golden as paper, and the young monk opposite was also looking at him.

The young Jianxiu whose bones were all broken and with a hole in his chest that wouldn't bleed put away his smile, said seriously: "You and I—or should I say, what kind of grudge do you have with our Jianxiu? A monk violated the precept of hatred, but such a ruthless forbidden technique must be used in a sparring?"

On the opposite side, a part of his face was necrotic due to the backlash of the forbidden technique, as if he had fallen from the altar and returned to the world, the Buddha said: "There is a sword but no Buddha, there is you without me, that's it."