The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

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No one looked at Basiba's body lying on the ground, everyone's eyes were on Zhang Sanfeng who had ascended to the sky!

What is martial arts, this is martial arts!

It's not an illusion, it's not a falsehood, and it's not all kinds of stories forged by the predecessors, but a real ascension!
The founder of the Wudang School, the most outstanding talent in Taoist practice for hundreds of years, today, in front of everyone in the world, ascended to immortality!
This is a grand event in the martial arts world, and a blessing for martial arts practitioners all over the world!

From now on, they should know where the extreme state of martial arts is!
"Congratulations to the real person becoming immortal!"

Zhang Daoxuan suddenly made a Daoyi, shouted loudly, and looked extremely respectful!

As if in a chain reaction, all the disciples of the Taoist sect saluted and shouted: "Congratulations to the real person who has become an immortal!"

All the heroes on the mountain suddenly came to their senses and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the real person who has become an immortal!"

The voices of tens of thousands of people, in unison, resounded through the sky and shook the sky and the earth, all congratulating this unparalleled martial arts grand master for ascending to heaven and immortality!
Zhang Sanfeng, who practiced martial arts, deserves such respect!

In the night, only Zhang Sanfeng's hearty laughter was heard, and then he said with a smile:
"I am invincible against the world, and I will not fight with anyone!"

The sound reverberated in the mountains, full of the martial arts spirit of a generation of martial arts masters, everyone's hearts were swaying, and they were fascinated.

This time, it will be two worlds apart!

Zhang Sanfeng's figure fell into the pitch-black crack, and immediately, the crack began to shrink continuously, gradually closing, and getting smaller and smaller, and the unfathomably high and palpitating boundless aura gradually faded away.

However, at this moment, a clear Buddha's name suddenly sounded in everyone's ears:

"Amitabha!"

The voice was loud and full of Zen, resounding in everyone's ears, and immediately awakened them from the shock of watching Zhang Sanfeng's ascension!
They looked intently, but they could see that not far from Basiba's body, Hutu Living Buddha, who was already dead, opened his eyes at this time, with a smile on his face.

He said with a smile: "Real Master Zhang ascended to heaven, it seems that in this competition, my Buddhist sect won, or the old monk is even better!"

Everyone was shocked, and they were able to come back from the dead. Is there such a method in this world? !

Zhang Daoxuan frowned, and said: "Impossible, under the sky and thunder of the gods of the poor, his spirit died, and it is absolutely impossible to come back from the dead?"

"wrong!"

Suddenly, the old celestial master suddenly woke up and shouted: "You are Ba Siba, you use the dead body to revive your soul!"

It's not Hutu, it's Basiba!

The group of heroes present couldn't help being horrified. After eating Zhang Zhenren's sword, they can still come back from the dead? !

Hutu Living Buddha said with a smile: "Tianshi has good eyesight, but it's not about reviving the dead, this is my tantric empowerment inheritance!"

He stood up, shook the dust off his white shirt, looked leisurely, with a slight smile on his face, and said: "This debate on scriptures and martial arts is my Buddhist school's victory, everyone, if you are not convinced, Stand up as much as you can!"

The golden Buddha's light bloomed from him again, dazzling and extraordinary Zen, and contained a majestic majesty in it, overwhelming everyone's hearts, and it was difficult to look at him!
This power is only less than ten or even less than that just now, but for all the Taoist disciples present, it still has the effect of crushing!
Ba Siba, he is not dead!

Mo Li and even the other Wudang disciples felt extremely humiliated. Everyone knew that Wudang had won this fight!

But what about Wudang victory, Zhang Sanfeng has already ascended, who can compete with Ba Siba? !

Li Li grasped the broken sword in his hand, feeling ashamed and hated in his heart, he was ashamed that he caused Zhang Sanfeng to fly away, and he hated that he was powerless to kill the powerful enemy!

Desperate love and hatred, across the world...

A joke is just a joke!

His eyes were blood red, the Meridian Sword was buzzing in his hand, and the sword intent in his body gushed out indefinitely, killing Ba Siba!

This idea kept intertwining and flickering in his mind, but at this moment, as if sensing the murderous aura in his body, Ba Siba smiled and turned his gaze over.

When he looked at those eyes, those eyes as deep as an abyss and as secretive as an ocean, Li Li could only feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet, quickly spreading all over his body, extinguishing all the killing intent in his body!
In the face of the opponent's tyrannical spiritual will, if you draw a sword, you will die!

Li Li's impulsive thoughts dissipated immediately, leaving only sadness and guilt in his heart.

It is true that it is brave of blood to step forward with a sword, but after that, what about Wudang and Taoism?

Ba Siba didn't care about Li Li any more, and glanced at the Taoist people one by one with a smile on his eyes. Wherever he looked, no matter whether it was a hidden world veteran or a Taoist master, they all bowed their heads one by one, not afraid to look at him, Instead, they can't look at each other!

The innate realm, even the innate realm that was severely injured by Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi sword intent, is not comparable to that of ordinary masters.

"No one stood up, it seems that everyone thinks that the old monk is right."

Ba Siba laughed, and said: "Since this is the case, Buddhism will win this debate. If you are still not convinced, you can come to the Tibetan monastery. The old monk is waiting for you!"

In his smile, he was full of joy and joy, and everyone who heard it felt aggrieved for a while.

But what can he do if he is aggrieved, Zhang Sanfeng has already soared, if he does not bow his head, all the elites of the Daoist sect present today may all be buried here!

Zhang Daoxuan and other Taoist seniors trembled with anger in the face of this scene. Eighty years ago, they won first and then lost, and finally a great master Zhang Sanfeng came out. But in today's battle, the Taoist actually won first and then lost again!

Long heaven, how unfair!
Just when everyone was helpless, when Basiba was full of ambition, suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky:

"Although the poor Taoist enters the immortal sect, he can also strike another sword for my dao sect!"

"Basiba, take another sword strike from the poor!"

Above the sky, in the void crack, suddenly there was a sword light thrown down.

The sword light was crimson, and the aura was scorching hot, like a meteor falling to the ground, the red light shone for three thousand miles!
Ba Siba stood where he was, suddenly his figure was tall and straight, as straight as a thousand feet!

He put his palms together, and they closed together in the void!
call out!
Amid the sound of piercing the sky, the red brilliance suddenly stopped!
boom!
The berserk energy burst, countless sword energy swept around, and the sky and the earth were filled with flying sand and rocks!
When the sand, gravel and dust settled, the cracks in the void in the sky had been completely closed, leaving only a clear night sky and a little bit of the lofty aura remaining.

As for Ba Siba, he kept his palms folded, and the smug smile on his face hadn't completely dissipated, but there was a long sword in his chest.

The sword is three feet and six minutes long, the blade is as black as ink, and on the hilt, there is a black and white Tai Chi engraved, it is a real martial arts sword!
Blood trickled down the long sword and dripped down to the ground, staining his white clothes red!
Ba Siba's face was as pale as snow, and there was blood on the corner of his mouth. His clasped palms were tightly clamped on the edge of the sword closest to the hilt, and his flesh and blood had turned over, dripping with blood, as if he had been cut by the sword energy.

He was badly injured, no one knew how much.

The only certainty is that he will not die.

Because that pair of clasped palms clamped the blade of the sword firmly, and the real martial arts sword not only did not pass through the chest, but also did not stab the vital point.

But enough is enough, Zhang Sanfeng's sword energy is by no means something ordinary people can bear!

Seeing Ba Siba's miserable appearance, everyone in the Taoist sect couldn't help but regain their spirits!
The old celestial master Zhang Daoxuan gave Song Yuanqiao a look, Song Yuanqiao immediately understood, he stood up and said: "Dare to ask the Living Buddha, dare to ask the Buddhist sect, who will win and who will lose in this battle?!"

Abbot Kongwen, who was the presiding party of the Buddhist sect just now, looked at his nose with his eyes, and his heart with his nose, and kept moving the rosary with his palm, reciting the Buddha's name in a low voice, as if he didn't hear Song Yuanqiao's words at all, and the other monks followed suit. Eyebrows downcast, without saying a word.

Who wins and who loses, need to say at this time?
When Basiba is unable to fight, who is the opponent of Wudang Zhenwu Seven-section Formation on the Buddhist side? !
But they could only think about it in their hearts, and no one dared to say it out loud.

There is only one person who can decide the outcome, and that is Basiba!

For a moment, both sides of Buddhism and Taoism, and even the tens of thousands of heroes present, all focused their eyes on the white-clothed monk.

How is his injury? !
Quiet, extremely quiet.

Except for panting, no one dared to make the slightest sound, they just stared at the white-clothed figure quietly.

Ba Siba didn't speak, he moved his palms outward slowly, during this process, the edge of the real martial sword was gradually pulled out of his body, and blood gushed out of him continuously, but he didn't seem to notice it. , Pulled out the long sword without moving!
At the moment when the tip of the sword was completely separated from the body, the body of the Living Buddha who had just successfully empowered him trembled slightly.

He held the hilt of the sword, and looked up and down the real martial arts sword, and there was nothing but admiration in his eyes.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao frowned, and said loudly: "Living Buddha, whoever wins this battle, should we compare again?!"

There was a hint of persecution in his tone, but Ba Siba ignored it, instead he stroked the blade lightly, and said with a soft smile: "What a real martial arts sword, what a Zhang Sanfeng!"

"Living Buddha, you..."

Song Yuanqiao was about to speak out again, when suddenly, Ba Siba's expression changed, his palm shook, and the real martial arts sword turned into a black streamer with a 'swoosh', and flew towards Song Yuanqiao rapidly!
A sense of deadly danger and terror welled up in his heart, and subconsciously, Song Yuanqiao rolled around like a lazy donkey, trying to avoid the long sword!

The sword light flashed, and a ray of blood bloomed. After the situation became clear, everyone could see clearly that there was already a deep sword mark on Song Yuanqiao's left arm. As for the True Martial Sword, it was nailed to the On the side of the tree trunk, it is still buzzing and trembling!
"Master!" "Brother!" "Master!"

……

All the disciples of the Wudang School cried out in concern, but Song Yuanqiao waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

He said solemnly: "Unexpectedly, the power of the Living Buddha is so profound!"

When everyone in the Taoist sect heard the words, their expressions were filled with disappointment.

Who wins and who loses, needless to say, at this time Ba Siba can still make a move, who dares to fight with him!
Ba Siba glanced at the crowd, his domineering aura was undoubtedly revealed, and he shouted sharply: "If anyone is not convinced, just come up again to learn!"

Apparently connecting Zhang Sanfeng's two swords, this living Buddha with profound Buddhist studies can no longer suppress the anger in his heart!
No one stepped forward, and no one dared to step forward!

Even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't kill Ba Siba with a sword from outside the sky, so who could be his opponent? !

"Since there is no one, let's go..."

"Wait a minute!"

Ba Siba's words were interrupted again.

The one who interrupted him was none other than Zhang Daoxuan, the old celestial master who blatantly killed Hutu with the thunder of heaven and sky just now!

He suddenly got up and walked slowly towards Ba Siba.

This old celestial master who has been practicing on Longhu Mountain for dozens of years has murderous aura oozing from him.

The man said seriously: "Since Master Zhang is gone, the old Taoist will have to come and learn the living Buddha's esoteric martial art."

"Just you?"

A smile appeared on Ba Siba's face, and he said: "Old Heavenly Master, it's not easy for you to cultivate, it's better not to die for no reason, go down the mountain honestly."

"Go down the mountain?"

Zhang Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, and said: "Master Zhang is not afraid of ascension, let alone an old man who has only a few months to live?"

Zhang Daoxuan has already damaged his original source, and his life will not be long before he has entered the innate world and forced the thunder method of the gods.

He said full of nostalgia: "The old Taoist remembers that in the battle in the imperial palace, the living Buddha wore a white monk's robe, which was spotless and easily defeated all the masters of my Taoism."

"At that time..."

He paused, and said with a half-smile: "At that time, what the Living Buddha said was only four words, kill them all."

Kill them all!
Just these four simple words, but it makes people feel a sense of murderousness rushing towards them!

"But what the living Buddha said today is that he wants me to go down the mountain."

Zhang Daoxuan said with a sneer: "In this way, the old Taoist wants to try with his life, how much ability does the Living Buddha have!"

When it came to the word collar, his figure suddenly stood upright, his whole body was covered in robes without any wind, and a palm suddenly slashed down!
Boom!

In the middle of the sky, a furious thunder exploded, making people's ears buzzing!
Around Ba Siba's body, suddenly there was a golden Buddha's light shining brightly. His face was solemn, his eyebrows were solemn, and he kept chanting scriptures in his mouth. Amidst the Zen sounds, everyone was in a trance, as if they saw a purple thunder dragon descending from the sky. It was extremely ferocious, and with a fierce aura, it directly slammed into it!

A huge gust of wind spread out, blowing people's hearts and hair stuffy, and it was almost impossible to breathe.

Countless swastika symbols rose up, and the Buddha's light covered everything. When the brilliance reached its peak, all the visions disappeared.

When everyone came back to their senses, there was no Buddha light, no thunder dragon, only a monk in white and an old Taoist stood facing each other.

The old Taoist suddenly smiled, and said, "You... you really are a strong outsider."

As soon as the words fell, the man shook his body three times, fell to the ground, and died.

"Old Heavenly Master!" "Senior!"...

All the people in the Taoist sect cried out in grief, but at this moment, the figure of the monk in white swayed and fell to the ground, but he didn't have the strength to stand up!

First receive Zhang Sanfeng's sword across the air, even if the distance is too far, the power of the sword energy will be reduced a lot, Ba Siba is also seriously injured and can only support it with all his strength, and then Zhang Daoxuan's life-driven Shenxiao Tianlei, How can he still end up well?

"Okay... What a Taoist door... What a Taoist door..."

Ba Siba read twice with a smile, and said weakly: "Fight again in the future, fight again in the future..."

A group of Buddhist monks rushed up one after another, carried him on their backs, turned around and ran away.

The Taoist disciples wanted to chase and kill them, but the Seven Heroes Mo Li and others headed by Wudang were all wounded by Ba Siba, but they were powerless, and could only watch helplessly as they rushed out of the entanglement and siege of the Taoist disciples.

A big battle ended like this.

It's just that Li Li looked at the real martial arts sword stuck in the tree, and at the old celestial master who died not far away, he felt mixed feelings and felt very sad.

"Li'er, the sword must be sincere, and the sword must be straight when the heart is sincere!"

"You little monkey, your skills are improving very quickly!"

"Li'er, you will go on the road with Yang Xiaoyou tomorrow, and pay homage to Hero Yang for the old Taoist."

……

All kinds of things in the past came to Mo Xin's mind one by one, he blamed himself, he felt guilty, but no matter what, he couldn't let Zhang Sanfeng who was forced to ascend to the world again!
"With a clear conscience, a clear conscience..."

He muttered these words, and suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell limply to the ground.

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(End of this chapter)