Super Monk

Bai Yu roared. The people in Jianwang villa are almost dead now. Except for him, only one of his sons, Bai Jianfeng, is left. If Bai Jianfeng dies, his Bai family will be dead. Such a big sword king family was very powerful in the hands of Bai Yu for decades, but now it was destroyed by Zhao Fugui overnight, and Bai Yu was very angry.

The evil spirit is boiling on Bai Yu's body. The boiling evil spirit is about to burn. The strong evil spirit even makes the sky dim.

"Come on!" Bai Yu reaches out his hand and grabs the ruins of Jianwang villa fiercely. The warriors on the mountain feel a heavy burden, as if they have been loaded with a heavy load. Then, huge beeps ring at the top of the mountain.

"Buzz, buzz!" The white light flew to the sky in an instant, and the bright light was reflected on the boiling evil spirit. As soon as Zhao Fugui's eyes were fixed, he could see clearly that the white light turned out to be a cold sword. Some scenes of swords are even written in plain handwriting, such as tai'a, Yuchang, Longyuan, Chengying, Chixiao, Zhanlu and moye.

As soon as these swords appeared on the top of the mountain, the air seemed to prick people. Many masters and great masters could not help but use their vigorous Qi to protect their bodies.

"Hiss, a lot of swords, although not all of them are genuine, they must come from famous swordsmen who have been raised by Kendo masters. This sword spirit is really terrible!" Someone said with a shocked face.

"I didn't expect that there were so many famous swords in Jianwang villa. I'm afraid Jianzong is just like that. What does Bai Yu want to do?" And someone murmured.

"Younger generation, our Bai family has been carrying on the tradition for hundreds of years. Since the first generation of ancestors, we have collected famous swords in the world. Even if we can't get the real swords, we have to invite the best sword casting masters to imitate famous swords and give them to the experts of the Bai family. For hundreds of years, in the hands of my sword King Bai Yu, 999 swords have been buried in the sword valley of my Bai family! Today, I will use my Bai family's accumulation for hundreds of years to let you know the details of my Bai family. How can Jianwang villa be humiliated? Even the most powerful can't be

Bai Yu roared wildly, pointed in the air, and the dense frost sword suddenly turned. These swords are composed of nine mother and son Lianzhu swords as the core and 999 swords as the backbone. As soon as the sword array came out, the sky was covered with dense swords, and the terrible sword Qi even had the potential of swallowing thousands of Li.

The faces of countless strong men in Zhenwu circle changed greatly. They retreated again and again, and even directly retreated a few miles away. The terrible sword spirit near Jianwang villa has made these martial arts strongmen dare not stay. Many people clearly feel that as long as the sword array falls, I'm afraid there will be no grass and no life there.

"Ten thousand swords belong to the clan!"

Dense sword gathered into a rush to the sky sword, dense to Zhao Fugui shot in the past. In the sky, countless swords form a sword river. The sword river releases its bright sword Qi, which is like a raging wave falling from the Ninth Heaven, rushing to Zhao Fugui fiercely.

"Boom!" The mountain blocked the way of Jianhe river. In the blink of an eye, the whole mountain was wiped out. The high mountain was flattened for hundreds of meters in an instant, flattening the mountain with one sword.

"Only when you look at this sword can you know the style of the king of the sword. It's really earth shaking and unmatched!" There is a great master level old man to see this sword shocked murmured.

"Ten thousand swords belong to the clan, worthy of ten thousand swords belong to the clan, and this sword has been trained by the king of swords!" The expression on Ye Wuyou's face also changed. He said solemnly, "if I face this sword, I'm bound to run away. I don't know how Zhao Fugui will deal with this move!"

"But no matter what he's going to do, he can't stop the sword king!"

All the pressure seems to fall on Zhao Fugui's shoulder. No one thinks that Zhao Fugui can block the sword and shake it.

Zhao Fugui's face was also very dignified when he faced this move. His eyes were shining. The Yin God had escaped from the sea of knowledge and stood high on it. Then the world seemed to be quiet.

"Three thousand people are drunk with flowers, and a sword shines in Kyushu!"

"One, sword, break, ten thousand, law!"

A golden light rose from Zhao Fugui's body, which was an irrepressible surging sword Qi. Zhao Fugui's body had the sword Qi from every place, and the endless sword Qi gathered together, and Zhao Fugui's Yin God also instantly put into the sword Qi.

Taking body as the sword, Qi as the God, and spirit as the spirit, they gather together to form a sword that can break all the dharmas, and one sword can break all the dharmas, which is quite different from ye Hongyi's kendo. In Ye Hongyi's Kendo, one sword makes ten thousand dharmas, while in Zhao Fugui's, one sword makes ten thousand dharmas disappear, and one sword breaks all the dharmas in the world.

"The sword of destroying the Dharma, the legend is true!" Ye Wuyou was shocked to see the sword change color. He didn't expect that Zhao Fugui had such a deep understanding of kendo, and he didn't expect that Zhao Fugui had such a determination.

"Well, well, well, it's really worthwhile to watch such a sword in this life!" There are also Kendo masters sitting cross legged on the ground, looking at the sword solemnly, as if they were worshiping.

Wanjian Guizong encountered a sword that broke all kinds of skills. The golden sword ran into the river of sword spirit in an instant. "Boom" seemed like a god thunder over nine days. Even the warriors who were several miles away felt the shocking sword spirit coming. Fortunately, there were no ordinary people within dozens of miles near Jianwang villa, otherwise ordinary people would not know what the end of this brilliant sword was Fruit.Just at the moment when the golden sword ran into Jianhe river, Jianhe river began to disintegrate, and countless swords whined and turned into bits of debris, floating in the wind. The golden sword bit by bit cuts open the Jianhe river, and the Jianhe river gets shorter and shorter. But when the Jianhe river is half cut open, the golden sword finally begins to slow down.

The golden sword seems to have met a great obstacle. It's hard to move forward. The Jianhe river is not willing to be cut off. A sword bumps into the golden sword crazily, as if it wants to die with the golden sword. But all the swords are broken.

In a flash, there are only nine ancient swords left in Jianhe. All the other swords were smashed by Zhao Fugui. But the golden sword awn was cut open. When Jianhe appeared in front of the nine ancient swords, he couldn't maintain the shape of the sword. Zhao Fugui's bloodstained body appeared from the golden sword awn.

At this time, Zhao Fugui was just like a man who was fished out of blood. His whole body was full of blood. His body was full of sword marks, and he was almost cut to pieces by countless swords. But even so, the light in Zhao Fugui's eyes was more and more bright.

"Ten thousand swords are just like that!"

"Boom!" Zhao Fugui fiercely reached out and grasped the nine ancient swords.