The big devil of the martial arts world

Chapter 97 Turning into Form, Slaughtering Buddha with Magic Knife, Defeating the Monk!!

Tianlong, Shaolin.

Among the golden martial arts, the sweeping monk who was rumored to be the first in strength, the strength he displayed now really shocked Ye Qianren.

Through Ye Yanren’s external transmission of the inner gang realm, as well as the law of the outer gang realm. Unexpectedly, the law of the unity of heaven and man was deduced.

Such a character, put in the world of the sect leader, is definitely a generation of martial arts grandmasters. But now this old monk’s unity of heaven and man is not perfect after all.

Ye Qianren killed with the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan Realm, and his blood was also boiling.

“What an old monk. Continue to fight” Ye Qianren has traversed the golden martial arts for many years and has never encountered an enemy. Now that he finally encountered a close opponent, Ye Qianren naturally had to fight well.

Performing the Son of Heaven Hope Qi Technique, he saw the endless silk threads, and also saw the weakness of the sweeping monk. The palm of your hand changes and you can perform various moves.

What big nine heavenly hands, eighteen palms of the dragon, Qiankun Lingyun hand.

Anyone who Ye Qianren understands, and everything that Ye Qianren will understand, is now on display.

The hands turned into phantoms, each time it was wrapped in qi, it was the power of the sky, like an endless meteor shower, killing the sweeping monks.

The sweeping monk looked at such a scene and sighed in his heart: “Amitabha Buddha… The benefactor is good martial arts, I Buddha is like coming”

The sweeping monk made a Buddha trumpet, clasped his hands together, and one arm suddenly appeared from him, and at this moment he seemed to become a thousand hands.

The intertwined arms also performed many moves in an instant. Each arm performs a Shaolin stunt. Each stunt also multiplies more stunts.

Shaolin’s seventy-two stunts, ordinary people refine one, it takes many years. The old monk cultivated seventy-two kinds, integrated them, and multiplied each other.

Each move contains seventy-two stunts.

After killing for a long time, the rolling aftermath caused many martial arts people to regress and dare not approach this battle.

Qiao Feng also stopped fighting one after another, looking at the battle in front of them, his heart was shaken. It is unimaginable that martial arts can reach this level.

That kind of killing each other, as if they can easily cut off rivers, as if they can easily destroy mountains and rivers.

If the ordinary innate realm approaches this battle, it will be crushed by the aftermath.

At this point, it is difficult to give up.

Suddenly, Ye Yanren pulled out his knife.

In the sky, the divine weapon and dragon slaying knife intertwined with qi and luck appeared.

“Three knives in the nasal road!”

Ye Qianren drank angrily and cut out a knife.

Since Ye Yanren obtained the three swords of the A Nasal Dao, he has not used much. But now cast, the blade is fierce, and the power is amazing!

Today’s Ye Yanren is shrouded in demonic qi. It was like an evil god who had come from hell to fight with the Buddha.

A nose hell, forever fallen.

The killing sword intent faintly breeds a kind of hellish demonic power. Even if such a knife is cut.

Such a magic knife made the incarnated old monk also surprised: “Devil? Good magic knife technique. Today Lao Gu will exorcise the devil. Like the palm of God.”

The old monk felt the pure and ultimate demonic nature from Ye Yanren’s sword technique.

Especially looking at Ye Qianren’s eyes, he found that Ye Qianren seemed to have fallen into a kind of madness, and also fell into a kind of indifference.

That indifference made him feel the birth of a demon.

For this, he wants to exorcise demons.

“Boom, boom…”

The pitch-black knife seemed to have been slaughtered from hell. The old monk was condescending, falling from the sky, turning into a divine palm and golden qi.

The two collided, and instantly erupted into terrifying fluctuations.

Shaolin shook, and the terrifying aftermath tore apart Shaolin’s buildings and swept away many broken corpses here.

Many people watching the battle in the distance, too close, were torn apart by the aftermath.

The power of terror is simply terrifying.

However, under such a collision, the golden qi is finally difficult to resist like a magic knife killed from hell.

Finally, it was cut off by the magic knife, and the terrifying edge also swept the old monk.

“Sting…”

The old monk’s condensed golden appearance now showed a knife mark. The pitch-black demon flame, like a toxin attached to the bone, gradually eroded the Buddha statue.

The old monk retreated, with a look of horror in his old expression: “What a magic path.” Even if I die today, I will remove demons from the world. ”

“Extermination? You’re not qualified…”

Ye Qianren was untamed, and the intertwined demonic qi was like a rolling wave of qi.

Today’s Ye Yanren is also affected by the knife intent brought by the three swords of A Nasal Road.

Good fellow, the three knives of the nasal road can be called a knife technique that hurts others and hurts themselves, it is simply amazing…

It seems to bewitch others and become a slave to the magic knife.

Especially baptized by demonic qi, it seems to be completely irrational. But Ye Qianren has the glazed golden silk in his body, and he also cultivates the method of Buddhism, and with a strong will, killing has already been used, so he has cultivated this sword technique to the extreme, and also controlled it to the extreme.

Now, Ye Qianren’s eyes flashed with cold light, like a dead thing. It is like a state of magic without desire and desire.

Regardless of the rest, to face the old monk is to cut off.

With such a sword, the killing artistic conception and the demonic artistic conception blended with each other, and with Ye Qianren’s too void qi, they turned into gods and demons.

Especially the state that Ye Qianren fell into, it was like killing a god.

The old monk is also anxious now, he wants to get rid of demons: “I am a Buddha, I want to get rid of demons…”

The old monk has practiced so far and regarded himself as a Buddha. The palm of the reprimand is really like the palm of the hand.

“The slamming palm and the blade collide intertwined, and the stirring breath swept the earth.”

But as it swept through, the aura became more and more terrifying,… It also exploded.

Ye Qianren swung the blade, and it flowed endlessly, like a rolling river, sweeping in front of him.

Every knife is like hell opening the door, and every knife is like hell descending.

Shaolin, the important place of Buddhism. Now it’s like hell.

There was flesh and blood everywhere, corpses everywhere. The endless magic qi was intertwined, making everyone look at it and feel a feeling that was not very real.

In the end, the demonic energy burned, as if it turned into a demon god phantom, intertwined with the Buddha statue.

The demon god slashed a sword, and the Buddha statue slapped a palm.

“Boom, boom, boom…”

The roar of that moment completely overwhelmed the Shaolin of Nuoda.

The terrifying edge also completely drowned out the Rulai in front of him.

The Buddha statue condensed by the old monk was cut by Ye Qianren and smashed by Ye Qianren’s magic knife.

Now the blade shrouded the old monk, and he could cut it off at any time: “Old monk, you have lost!” ”

“I lost. How can my Buddha be defeated? ”

The old monk seemed to be in a state of self-doubt.