Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong and the other two stood on the boulder, watching the sword array in operation. This was just a small sword array running together, and the power had already made them nod their heads.

"I didn't expect this sword array to be so powerful." Monk Yuande said with emotion.

He and Fakong had studied this sword array for a while before arriving.

This sword array can be said to be the result of the wisdom of the three people, with Fakong as the leader, and the eldest prince Hu Houqing and Monk Yuande as the assistants.

Although it has been studied, the power of the actual practice still makes Monk Yuande admire it.

Because this sword array looks very simple, it requires tacit understanding, and these top masters are so tacitly in tacit understanding, which is amazing.

Fakong smiled: "How about the three of us being their opponents?"

"Very good." Hu Houqing said.

He was already eager to try the power of this sword array himself.

Fakong stretched out his hand: "Prince, Master, please——!"

Monk Yuande's eyes were like lightning, and his wide yellow monk robe was bulging, as if it was constantly inflating.

He swept everyone with his eyes like lightning.

As far as he could see, the top masters of Dayong, Dayun and Dayun had been disrupted.

There were six people in a team. Among the six people, some were three Dayong masters and three Dayuns in a team, sometimes three Dayong masters and two Dayuns and one Dayun master in a team, and sometimes three Dayong masters and one Dayun and two Dayun masters in a team.

In short, there was no pattern at all, and it seemed extremely messy, but after forming a team, they had a tacit understanding, as if they were the right people in the dark.

So there was no way to choose to specifically target the Dayong masters, so they could only find a random place to attack.

So the body moved together, like a goshawk, swooping to the left and punching in the air.

A delicate golden lotus flew out of his fist, grew in the air against the wind, and expanded rapidly. When it approached, it had turned into a huge golden lotus covering several teams.

"Bang bang bang bang..." With a muffled sound, the two six-man teams that were fighting suddenly stopped, turned around and rushed forward to block the fist shadow.

These six-man teams were all boxing and kicking, without weapons.

The golden lotus was cut and crushed by them, turning into golden fragments floating in the air, like golden confetti.

These golden fragments were broken but not scattered, and they fluttered in the air around several teams.

These six-man teams didn't care at all and didn't feel the threat of these golden fragments.

Monk Yuande folded in the air, pointed his toes, borrowed power from the void, and his body suddenly jumped up two feet high again, and punched in the air again.

Another golden lotus floated out, growing against the wind.

This golden lotus was like a whirlpool, pulling the golden fragments floating in the void violently, making itself more solid.

The two teams that came forward to meet it, their faces changed slightly, and two more teams followed, but they were two teams holding swords.

"Sizzle!"

"Bang Bang!"

The golden lotus was shattered again.

The golden fragments floated in the air, not falling, not disappearing.

These fragments were twice as many as before.

Then Monk Yuande punched again, this punch was even more powerful, and only eight teams of six people could block it.

After blocking it, the golden fragments were still flying, shattered but not scattered. They tried to stir it up but couldn't.

Fakong smiled.

The Great Golden Lotus Fist was really powerful, just like a snowball, getting stronger and stronger. It blocked one punch but couldn't block the second punch, and it blocked the second punch but couldn't block the third punch. One punch was stronger than the other, and the power was stacked. There was always one punch that couldn't be blocked.

Hu Houqing exclaimed: "You are worthy of being the Divine Monk Yuande!"

He was not clear about Monk Yuande's cultivation, and could not sense the depth of Monk Yuande. There was an invisible force blocking Monk Yuande.

However, Monk Yuande was still young, and was famous for his exquisite Buddhist teachings, not martial arts.

But as a disciple and pillar of the Great Miaolian Temple, the first sect of Dayong, his martial arts must not be too bad, otherwise no matter how profound the Buddhist teachings were, they would not work.

For sects such as the Great Miaolian Temple and the Great Snow Mountain, martial arts is the practice of Buddhist teachings. If martial arts are not successful, saying that the Buddhist teachings are profound is just empty talk.

If the Buddhist teachings are profound, then the martial arts must be profound, and this is the true profound Buddhist teachings.

Now looking at Monk Yuande's three punches, Hu Houqing already knew that Monk Yuande's cultivation was indeed stronger than his own, and he was worthy of being a Divine Monk.

The Great Golden Lotus Divine Fist followed one punch after another, becoming stronger and stronger, covering a larger and larger range, and finally covering more than 40 teams.

Thirty-six teams fought desperately and barely blocked his fist shadow. The fist shadow became stronger and stronger, and they had to cooperate with each other.

The teams cooperated with each other, with the teams as the basic units, and six teams formed a large formation, forming a total of six teams.

Fakong smiled and shook his head. This was already the limit of Monk Yuande, but it was not enough, and the pressure was far from enough.

He pushed with both palms lightly.

A gentle force fell on Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande only felt a sudden increase in his body, and a powerful force instantly poured into his body, squeezing his own energy to only one tenth.

These energy did not disappear, but were compressed, compressed ten times at once, and of course their power was more amazing.

The fist shadow of the Big Golden Lotus Divine Fist suddenly became bright, golden and dazzling.

The top masters of the six teams suddenly changed their colors. They found that this punch was so powerful that they were injured.

They couldn't hold on for another punch, so the six teams cooperated again to form a larger sword formation.

This is like a bunch of small lotus flowers, which together form a big lotus flower, and the power is naturally doubled.

They barely blocked the big golden lotus fist and were in a stalemate.

Fakong turned his head to look at Hu Houqing and said with a smile: "Prince, shall we also take action?"

"Okay." Hu Houqing nodded solemnly.

His cultivation is not as good as Monk Yuande's, and he can't suppress so many people. The rest of the people will have to look at Master Fakong.

If the three of them can't suppress them, then they must be unconvinced, and it will be difficult to really cooperate.

When he thought of this, he didn't hold back, jumped up, and pushed with both palms. Suddenly, a layer of air waves surged out, and then another push, and another layer of air waves pushed out, closely following the air waves in front, and caught up in the blink of an eye.

He pushed his palms nine times in a row, and the nine layers of air waves overlapped and enveloped more than two hundred people, forcing them to either palm or sword to meet.

Fakong smiled at them and shook his head.

They were too gentle.

A ball of light suddenly appeared on his right palm, as soft as moonlight, flickering like a bright moon falling into the lake.

His right palm slowly stretched out and suddenly shook.

The ball of light immediately scattered to both sides, forming a lightsaber, as if a long sword made of ice was reflecting in the sun.

He threw it casually.

The lightsaber turned into a white light and shot towards the crowd.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Ah ah!"

"Zhe!"

"Ah!"

...

The screams rang out continuously, and wherever the white light passed, people either flew up or fell to the ground and screamed.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of top masters fell to the ground.

The white light turned a circle and fell back into Fakong's hand, revealing its original appearance, a shining white lightsaber.

He nodded with satisfaction.

This small sword control technique combined with the Haoyang Sword is indeed amazingly powerful.

Then he shook his head again, saying unsatisfiedly: "When the dragon was born, its speed was much faster than this sword. You can't react in time."

The top masters who fell to the ground gritted their teeth and stood up, suppressing their shock.

I have never seen such a wonderful swordsmanship.

This is no longer a secular swordsmanship, but a method in myths and legends.

The power of the Haoyang Sword comes from the heart, especially in the Little Western Paradise, it is purely determined by his mind.

The injuries they suffered were all blunt injuries from impact, not penetrating injuries, so the warm power penetrated in and recovered quickly.

Fakong raised his voice and said: "There is also over there, be careful, I won't give you time to prepare."

After he said that, he raised his hand, and the lightsaber in his hand turned into a white light again and shuttled through the crowd.

Wherever he passed, there were still people flying around, no one was spared, and he was invincible and no one could match him.

When the lightsaber returned to his hand, more than a thousand people present were all injured and fell to the ground, no one was spared.

Everyone gnashed their teeth, extremely unconvinced.

It was just a light white light, even if it was more solid, it was not a real long sword, how could it be unstoppable.

But when they really touched it, they found that the long sword transformed by the white light was as heavy as a thousand pounds, pressing down like a mountain, with no resistance.

Under such a vast force, no matter how exquisite the moves were, they were useless.

This is the so-called one force defeats ten skills, and force defeats tricks.

Fakong put away the sword and smiled.

Monk Yuande and Hu Houqing also stopped, stood beside Fakong, and looked at the lightsaber curiously.

Fakong smiled and handed the lightsaber in his hand to Monk Yuande.

He took it with interest, and it was as light as nothing in his hand, a little lighter than cotton, and if he closed his eyes, he could not feel its existence.

He shook it and handed it to Hu Houqing.

Hu Houqing took it, held the hilt and waved it twice, then stretched out his left palm and slashed it with a sword in the palm of his left palm.

The lightsaber passed through his left palm without any hindrance.

This was indeed a beam of light, not a physical sword.

"This..." He looked at Fakong in confusion.

Such a light, which did not feel strange when it touched the body, how could it be so powerful in Fakong's hand?

A ball of light lit up on Fakong's right palm, then expanded and finally turned into a long sword, which was exactly the same as the long sword in Hu Houqing's hand.

Fakong glanced at the people who were slowly standing up with unconvinced faces, shook his head and said, "You are still far away, come again!"

He threw it again, and the lightsaber turned into a beam of white light and shot out.

This time, everyone dodged and did not let the white light touch them, otherwise they would definitely fly out.

But they could avoid the first white light, but not the second white light.

The long sword in Hu Houqing's hand also turned into a beam of white light and shot out.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Ah ah ah..."

Muffled sounds and screams rang continuously, and they fell to the ground again, their faces twisted with pain.

Fakong looked at them with a smile.

He could feel the emergence of faith.

People in the martial arts world are indeed afraid of power rather than virtue. If you want to believe in yourself, strength is the foundation, and Buddhism is second.

The two white lights suddenly collided in the air and condensed into a white light, which was brighter and dazzling.

The two white lights merged, and the speed was faster and the power was stronger.

Originally, if you were hit by it, you would fly one meter, but now you will fly two meters, the injury will double, and the recovery will be slower.

Fakong took back the lightsaber and slowly penetrated into his palm. Looking down at the people who fell to the ground, he said calmly: "Your previous cooperation was just barely displayed, and it is still far from being able to block my sword. When you can block my sword, there will be hope to stop the dragon."