Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 263

"middle!"

The air flow was cut by the long sword, making the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

Although Wen Lianggong didn't show any extraordinary aura, he was just like the ordinary Taoists he had seen before. He just looked a little too strong because he had practiced some boxing and kicking, and there was nothing else out of the ordinary.

But from the bottom of his heart, Yan WenDao almost trembled from the depths of his soul as if he was looking up to a god.

This was the feeling he had a few years ago when he was facing an evil god statue worshiped by a group of evil god believers and accidentally stared into the other person's eyes.

But now, Wen Lianggong in front of him gave him this feeling again.

Therefore, since the other party asked him to use the sword, Yan Wendao naturally did not dare to hold anything back. It can be said that this sword is the sword at his peak. It not only affects the muscles and bones of the whole body, but also uses a kind of breathing. The secret method of igniting the physical body with the spirit temporarily unblocks the protective limiter of one's body.

call!
Time seemed to slow down rapidly at this moment.

Yan Wendao clearly saw that as the long sword cut through the air like a sword, the clouds of air explosion were broken by the tip of the sword, and then erupted into an extremely sharp sound of hissing in the air.

Yan Wendao's heart was instantly ignited with infinite anger, making the long sword in his hand move even faster.

I saw that huge figure with long hair tied up in a bun, all golden and shining, like a statue of a god made of gold and bronze sitting in the center, wearing a red cassock and golden clothes with gold edges. People unconsciously feel the desire to kneel down and worship with piety.

Suddenly it slowed down.

In an instant, he felt that the world around him had completely dimmed, and he fell into a deep dark night with no tomorrow.

Mentally suffering from the attack technique he 'witnessed', his body was greatly affected.

However, before his anger could spread, he met Wen Lianggong's pair of extremely deep eyes.

In an instant, a bone-chilling chill swept through his heart like a rolling wave. The indescribable horror at seeing the Buddha and Arhat turned into a big hand and tightly grasped his heart, making him feel stiff.

However, Wen Lianggong, who had a dull face, slowly raised a finger.

For a moment, he felt as if he was in an extremely cold place with hundreds of degrees below zero, making it difficult for him to move.

boom!
It was like a thunder exploded from his heart.

The moment he met Wen Lianggong's eyes, Yan Wendao's spirit that he had cultivated for decades before he achieved anything was sucked into those eyes.

But directly in front of him, there was a huge figure that exuded immeasurable brilliance and sat down.

In the eyes of outsiders, the long sword was supposed to shine with the might of the Nine Provinces, tear the sky apart, and pierce the golden travertine.

However, Yan Wendao did not feel at all that the gold and bronze statue in front of him was sacred or solemn.

Vaguely, there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds all around, and the words of preaching were as loud as thunder, making people feel sacred and inviolable.

A kind of ultimate pleasure released under huge pressure arises spontaneously. You can even clearly feel that your spirit is condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and your body is shackled to the limit. It seems that at this moment, there is something slightly undetectable. The illusion of looseness.

terror!
Great horror!
What kind of spiritual practice is it to condense such a Buddha and Arhat? It is truly inhuman and cannot be touched by ordinary people.

A finger? !

Speaking of Wen Dao, his face was red at this moment, his posture was crooked, and the long sword in his hand was like drawing a talisman in the air, and there was no trace of the tip of the sword.

Just like that, he staggered up to Wen Lianggong.

Wen Lianggong stretched out two fingers to gently twist the tip of the long sword in Yan Wen Dao's hand, and slowly stabilized Yan Wen Dao's tilted body. Next to them, the young man with glasses, the short-haired woman and the driver also looked blankly at Yan Wendao, who was originally very fierce at the beginning, with a sword slashing across him, but suddenly stopped midway, and even walked to Wen Lianggong in such a crooked way. beside.

Just now, they felt Wen Lianggong's eyes light up slightly, and then they saw that Yan Wendao could no longer maintain the posture of drawing the sword.

This weird scene only makes people feel chilly in their hearts.

Even the old security guard sitting in the security booth not far away, holding a jar of tea in his hand, looked dumbfounded and looked at the scene in front of him with his mouth wide open.

Originally, he was ready to call the police, but the scene before him happened too fast. Even the TV broadcasts often appeared in front of him, standing in front of him and talking down to the Taoist priest in front of him.

He knew that Taoist priest.

A Taoist from Changqing Temple in Shudao Mountain.

A few days ago, when this Taoist was carrying supplies up the mountain, he hired a light truck at the foot of the mountain to load and unload the goods in the parking lot. At that time, he even shouted at the Taoist priest and asked him to move away quickly.

I still remember that the Taoist priest even smiled apologetically at him.

The old security guard couldn't help but shudder when he thought about this. He really didn't expect that the gentle Taoist priest who was so polite and seemed to be relatively strong could actually be a murderer without batting an eyelid.

Wouldn't this kill him so much that he would also be chopped into pieces? !
At this moment, Yan Wendao also came back to his senses and looked at Wen Lianggong with a look of horror as he gently twisted the tip of his long sword.

The relaxed and carefree look on Wen Lianggong's face, even the expression of traveling around the mountains and rivers, almost broke his Taoist heart!
Yan Wendao swore that even if he met the number one on the Dragon Ranking, he would have to go all out when faced with his sword, which was at its peak and even slightly sublimated. Otherwise, if he was not careful, he would end up with his head missing. But Wen Lianggong just glanced at him, causing his peak sword to be completely shattered.

It's really embarrassing.

The bespectacled young man and short-haired woman on the side yelled in their hearts: How is this possible!

They are all martial arts practitioners, and they are of extraordinary birth, and their vision is naturally broad. How can you not see that the sword of Yan Wendao has vaguely exceeded the limit of the master. If the environment allows, if they go one step further, it may not be impossible to transcend the ordinary and become a saint.

After a long while, he said in a harsh voice: "What is that?"

"It can be regarded as an Arhat Dharma."

"Dharma..."

After a while, Yan Wendao's voice was dry: "Isn't the Taoist a Taoist priest? How can he be an Arhat?"

For the first time, Wen Lianggong's face showed a hint of complexity.

"Yeah, I'm obviously a Taoist priest, but Taoist sects practice qi and Buddhist sects practice horizontally. It's really difficult to find a Taoist sect to practice kung fu horizontally. It's so difficult!"

Yan WenDao let go of the sword dejectedly and lowered his hand.

Wen Lianggong raised his eyebrows, slightly loosened the two fingers holding the sword, and let the sword fall to the ground.

It is really a dream for him to take this.

It is really a dream for him to take this.

Although this Changyuan Sword is called a magic weapon by the world, there is no hint at all on the attribute panel when you touch it. It is obviously not the magic weapon that hides itself in the mythical world, but is just a weapon that can be regarded as the best in the world. .

"I lost!"

(End of this chapter)