Zhenlongting

Chapter 233
As Zhang Kun's breath soared, the huge pressure caused by the Buddha formation of joy, like fallen leaves blown away by the wind, everyone felt a burst of clarity and came back to their senses.

The little girl looked at the majestic Zhang Kun with admiration, and said enviously, "When will I be able to have such a majestic, evil spirit?"

She was right.

In fact, Wu Zhenshan, the school captain of Subduing Demon, also wanted to say the same.

His eyes were full of shock.

He had already overestimated this Zhang Bailing very much, and he was no different from Zuo Donglin, the sixth-rank extermination school lieutenant, in his random moves that day. In his opinion, it seemed that this Zhang Bailing hadn't put out his full strength.

According to his estimation, as long as he is not suppressed by Wang Qi and has the support of the people, he will definitely be stronger by three points when facing Guangming, the silver monk of Bodhiyuan. Otherwise, it will be impossible to explain the results of the previous battle.

It would actually force Monk Guangming not to dare to provoke anymore, but to choose to squeeze the persimmon.

Facts have proved that the three of them in Tiance Mansion, together with the County Wei Mansion and the City Guard Army, are really weak and vulnerable.

The opponent only had one round of attacks, and almost died.

Such a powerful force.

Guangming's master and disciples, when they saw Zhang Bailing appearing, they didn't dare to make a move, they just watched helplessly, obviously afraid.

Before he could make a move, he was so frightened that the other party wanted to retreat, so majestic, so vicious.

This former head catcher, now the leader of the White Dragon Society, is much stronger and more intimidating than he imagined.

At this moment, Chen Zi'an's former county lieutenant, who was dragging half of his body struggling on the ground, seemed to be lowering his howl.

His wife, Chen Zuoshi, gradually stopped crying in distress and despair.

Zhang Kun's eyes were calm, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

How easy is it to leave?

He turned his head to look at Little Carp, seeing the girl's eyes wide open, eager to try, his heart skipped a beat.

I am a loner, so I can't do everything by myself. Although this little guy always likes to talk about the word "Sanggong", he is very inconspicuous, but his potential is still extremely strong, and the speed of his military strength is also remarkable.

Always let her be alone, and don't rush to this scene by yourself.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Kun drew out his knife and said with a light smile, "Look, Xiao Lian, this monk Fang Ming, who beat Tang Luo to death with three sticks earlier, how could he gain the upper hand and win quickly in the same mid-stage gang qi state?" opponent?"

"Because his strength is stronger, the array is blessed, and the Sanskrit sound is distracting, killing Captain Tang's fighting spirit."

Little carp answered without thinking.

After a long period of training in hell, her own cultivation may not have grown by leaps and bounds, but both her vision and her secret skills are much better.

See through the chance of victory or defeat at a glance.

In the same realm, there are different levels of strength. In a real life-and-death fight, under the same realm, it is very likely that a single move can determine the winner.

In this, it is related to mind, skill, strength and speed, etc., coupled with factors such as environment and background, spell birth control, etc. Anyway, the situation is very complicated.

If you want to beat your opponent, you naturally have to increase your own advantages and put your opponent at a disadvantage all the time.

This is what the little carp realized.

"That's right, if you were in Tang Luo's situation, how would you deal with it?"

Zhang Kun asked again.

"Avoid the sharp edge and wait for the opportunity to attack the weak point."

"Actually, it's not necessary. Just a quick word is enough. In the face of such a clumsy person who wins with strength, just ignore the opponent's attack and kill him first."

Zhang Kun shook his head slowly, and said lightly, slowly stabbing out the Yanyang knife in his hand, but using the knife as a sword move, slowly drew the knife in his hand, slowly straightened his arms, pointed forward with the tip of the knife.

It's like stretching, which makes people see clearly.

Monk Fang Ming was thinking about whether to ask his master for instructions, so he left and tried to find a way.

They were frightened by the previous battle.

Knowing that the other party also has an official status now, Wang Qi cannot be suppressed, and what's more outrageous is that the Great Joy Wisdom Array that he has set up by himself is of no use to him.

Even if they can win, they will definitely suffer heavy losses, and even a few people will die.

This kind of battle cannot be fought, and there is no need to fight it.

As long as he finds a way to bring in reinforcements, it is best to ask the great master of the Bodhi Court to kill this person directly with the momentum of Mount Tai, why not do it, there is no need to kill him now.

It's a pity that Fang Ming thinks this way, but Guang Ming doesn't think so.

He hasn't made up his mind yet.

Therefore, Fang Ming could only be patient, be careful, and dare not be careless.

Seeing Zhang Kun make a move with a knife, he actually used himself to teach the little girl.

He was stunned and furious in an instant.

Who can deal with such a slow knife?
Holding the handle of the subduing demon pestle with his right arm, Fang Ming's muscles bulged, his whole body was lifted up, his qi and blood were boiling, and the qi flowed. He waited for the opponent to attack, and with the help of the force of the formation, he fought back brazenly.

His thoughts had just turned around, and the Demon Subduing Pestle had just been lifted to his chest, the painfully slow knife light was still far away, and there was a pain between his brows.

puff……

Fang Ming let out a miserable howl, and lifted the Demon Subduing Pestle above his head, and his head burst open.

Blood splashed all around.

It has been blown into a paste by the gang qi attached to the knife and spilled on the ground.

The headless body shook a few times, and Fang Ming fell to the ground.

The Demon Subduing Pestle was unable to hang down, and fell to the ground with a loud clang.

"do you understand?"

"Understood, it seems to be slow, but it is fast. It is so fast that it surpasses people's line of sight and deceives people's six senses. Therefore, it is still far away, but it is actually stabbed in the head by the light of a knife. This stupid monk can't react at all."

The little carp's eyes shone brightly.

She really understood.

In fact, she has seen this move many times during hell training, but she never thought that it would be so easy to use against such a tyrannical, powerful opponent.

Killing an opponent is like killing a chicken.

"Very good. To deal with a domineering and powerful opponent, to win with speed is to fight for the ability to use weapons to the smallest detail, as well as the ability to think and react. However, to deal with an opponent like Monk Fang Jue who is skillful in using knives and heavily guarded, no matter how fast you are, He will also be blocked by his dense saber skills, and he can't play like a cat or a tiger in a fight, but has to find another way."

Zhang Kun looked at Fang Jue again.

This senior disciple of Monk Guangming, his hairs were standing on end at this time, as if he was facing a big enemy, Gong Bei held his saber in front, the nine rings would automatically move without wind, and the Gang Qi was like a tidal wave, layer by layer towards his body The outside fluctuates, and the brain has already rehearsed thousands of knives, and it is necessary to intercept and block in all directions, waiting for the opportunity to kill the enemy.

His saber technique is called Breaking Precepts and Killing the Body Dao. In terms of complex changes, it can be said to be second to none in the Bodhi Court. It has the intention of cutting endlessly with thousands of sabers and cutting off the flow of water with thousands of sabers. That's why he was able to chase after Wu Zhenshan before and cut it well. The opponent had no power to fight back at all.

On the one hand, due to the blessing of the formation, the attack power has greatly increased.

Another reason, of course, is that as long as this kind of saber intent is in motion, its attack power will become stronger and stronger until it converges into a monstrous force, cutting the opponent into thousands of pieces, which is absolutely impossible to resist
As Zhang Kun said, he is not afraid of the opponent's fast sword and fast sword. Facing an opponent who attacks fast, he has formed an instinct. strain.

As the great disciple of Zen Master Guangming, Fang Jue has his own confidence.

If you ask yourself based on moves alone, very few people can beat yourself.

Just made up my mind.

I saw Zhang Kun slashing his head lightly with a single blow.

"I want to repeat the old trick again, I think too much."

As soon as Fang Jue's Nine Ring Jie Dao moved, a ripple of Gang Qi shone around his body, and the light of the blade was like mist like silk, forming a net of sword Qi...

It is so complicated and subtle that people can't see where the hand is and where the knife is.

I only feel that there are knives everywhere, and there is a mountain of knives in front of my eyes.

"Good swordsmanship."

Wu Zhenshan also had to admit that the opponent's sword technique was indeed exquisite.

Humans are divided into good and evil, but this sword technique cannot be described as good or evil. It already has spirit, will, and spirituality in the sword.

I don't know how much painstaking effort and time this monk has spent on this saber-breaking sword.
"Even if he didn't rely on the advantages of the battle, I might not be able to defeat him in a fair fight before, and most of them would still lose."

Wu Zhenshan felt a little dejected in his heart.

Then, the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched wildly, and his whole body trembled slightly.

He saw that when Zhang Kun's light knife fell, it was as heavy as a mountain and a river.

It obviously looked like a feather, and when it fell, it was simply unstoppable.

Monk Fang Jue's complicated and mysterious sword light, when touched by the feather-like light, the gang energy immediately collapsed, the nine-ring ring knife was shattered into slag, and the whole person was cut off by this knife, like a hot knife cutting butter, straight It fell from the forehead and chopped into two pieces.

The two living bodies bounced on the ground a few times before losing their vitality.

"do you understand?"

Zhang Kun looked back at the little girl with a blank expression on his face.

"Take light as if it is heavy, let you cut thousands of swords, I will explode with one sword, use strength to focus on strength, attack them and save them, destroying the enemy is like destroying rotten soil."

Little carp deserves to have deep roots, he can understand a little bit, and he can understand it when he says it.

At this time, her eyes were shining brightly, and the two knife just now were in her heart for a long time.

In the life-and-death fight like hell training, she learned how to use various exquisite moves, and also learned how to deal with various extreme situations.

But the two swords in front of him were obviously in the same realm, with the same attack power, but with a change of thinking, they killed the opponent with ease.

This made her see another world.

The way of offense and defense, it turns out that you can still play like this.

The use of the wonderful, with one heart.

Seeing that Fang Ming and Fang Jue died without a sound, they didn't resist at all.

Fang Wu and Fang Shen were terrified, and they didn't care about deploying formations anymore. In fact, they couldn't go on deploying any more. There weren't so many people.

They turned and fled.

Immediately, he fled to Monk Guangming.

The previous two understatement beheadings made them understand that if they were really attacked, they would probably lose their lives in an instant, and even the master would not be able to rescue them.

"Master..."

A word is still in his throat.

Fang Wu and Fang Shen saw that the fat figure in front of them was gradually fading away, and they escaped faster than the two of them.

In their eyes, this master who has always been wise, powerful and invincible, for some reason, didn't make a move, didn't say a word, and didn't even say a word of cruelty. One step and ten miles, and he was about to escape.

How can it be?

A huge thought of loss just popped into my mind.

There was a thunderous roar in my ears.

"It's all here, don't go."

The figure in front of him flickered slightly.

Those who disappeared in place, apart from Shizun Guangming, was also the young man in white and jade crown.

In the void, there was a muffled thunder-like tremor, faintly roaring.

The ground shook and trembled.

Guangming's tall and fat body had already fallen from a high altitude.

With a stagger, his usual calm smile was missing from his fat face, and there was a trace of surprise and prudence on his fat face.

He has used this supernatural power hundreds of times.

Every time, it is free to come and go, whether it is chasing the enemy or escaping, it is easy and unstoppable.

However, this time, he had just activated the Divine Foot Technique, stepped out with one step, and the space flowed.

Before it landed on the ground, it was discovered that the space in front of him had become a mess, cut to pieces by countless light golden knives.

The blades that are like silk threads are densely covered in the void, as if they are waiting for birds with a net.

As long as one step is taken and the castration is not changed, it is very likely that a pair of feet will pass by, and the body will stay in place and be torn apart.

He was so bluffed that he tiptoed his heels on the spot, turned around with one step, and returned to the original place.

Because of the wrong magic power, the turn was too sharp, and he almost didn't fall.

This is something that has never happened since he became a small supernatural power.

The only explanation, is.

The opponent's understanding of this space and the ground several miles around him is far superior to his own.

Every detail is within a single thought.

Therefore, it is possible to take the first step with Dao Gang, seal off the space, and seal off one's retreat.

Thinking of this.

Monk Guangming felt cold in his heart.

His big ears twitched wildly, and countless information poured into his mind, analyzing which direction was the way out.

But what you can hear is that there are thousands of knives whistling like thunder, forming a net of knives within a radius of tens of feet around the body, no matter which direction they break through from, they will hit them head-on.

"Why bother?"

Monk Guangming sighed.

"Benefactor Zhang, one day you are here in Baling, and my Bodhi Court will not touch me again. We have no enmity in the past, and we have no grievances in the past. Why don't we just let the well water not violate the river water?"

Please forgive me.

He begged for mercy?

At this moment, not only Fang Wu and Fang Shen could not believe their ears.Wu Zhenshan also stared round his eyes.

Since the silver monk of Guangming came to Baling with his crowd, it is extremely vicious and evil, and they can give and take whatever they want.

It is obvious that they want to reproduce the scene in Pingjiang County in the shortest possible time.

He knew exactly what kind of hell the people and officials of Pingjiang County were in.

From the body to the soul, everything is already involuntary, and the chaos of demons is not enough to describe the tragedy.

There is no bottom line in doing things in this joyous vein, which makes people want to vomit.

Such a cruel, absurd and daring monk, how could he still beg for mercy?

If the souls of the few subduing demon school lieutenants, hundreds of officers and soldiers, and thousands of civilians who died in Pingjiang County knew, they would surely die in peace, right?

No, they don't even have souls.

There is no chance of reincarnation.

All of them have been crushed into powder, and turned into food for Bodhi monks to improve their cultivation.

When Wu Zhenshan heard Monk Guangming's faintly weak voice, he couldn't help but his nose soured and he shed tears.

"If I heard you right, are you saving your life? I don't understand. Have those women and people who died at your hands begged for your mercy?"

The corner of Zhang Kun's mouth revealed a sneer, and in a blink of an eye, he stopped looking at the fat monk who was as fat as a wild boar, but turned to look at the little carp: "I will teach you another trick, Xiao Lian, see clearly, in the face of this heinous and difficult situation For those who are pardoned, the only way to do it is to eradicate the evil and do everything, and kill them all, otherwise, it is not enough to warn those who come later."

Now that he has said this, he will not say more.

In the spiritual world, the countless tiny knives locked in a radius of [-] feet were suddenly retracted.

boom……

The sky was dark, as if it had collapsed.

A huge round pit also appeared on the ground, and countless vitality and dead energy were all extracted, and a ray of light from the knife produced countless small runes, turning into a huge knife gang stretching into the sky.

That stellar energy roared and galloped, every ounce of strength, every ounce of breath, roared and roared, as if transformed into the hideous and terrifying faces of countless men and women, with a hint of joy in the pain.

This type of knife gang has not yet fallen.

It just showed the shape of a knife, and ghosts were crying and howling in all directions. The whole Baling responded to it, faintly connecting to the far away Pingjiang County, and countless grievances responded.

boo...

The light of the knife fell, and it seemed to be true.

Monk Guangming was like a phantom in the water, unable to hold on for a minute or a second.

Beneath the blade that seems to be alive with spirituality, Guangming's entire face was cut into a puddle of blood in despair and helplessness...

The blood powder splashed, was affected by the golden knife, and then crushed into ash, melted into smoke, and disappeared into this space when blown by the wind.

Both body and soul are destroyed.

Leave no trace.

The knife gang opened up like water, and the frightened faces of Fang Wu and Fang Shen, two disciples of Bodhiyuan Guangming, disappeared in a flash. When hit by the golden water waves, their entire bodies melted down.

The surviving city guards, Wu Zhenshan, Chen Zuoshi and others all opened their mouths wide and trembled.

He opened his mouth to shout, but didn't.

The golden wave light passed over them like a phantom, without hurting a single hair, and returned to the Yanyang knife in Zhang Kun's hand.

The sky was clear.

"Qiang..."

The knife is sheathed.

(End of this chapter)