Martial arts: People are in Qixia Town, starting with a green snake with two sleeves

Iron armor, large shields, soldiers, war horses, battle formations, swords and spears all turned into fly ash, and the sword energy pierced through the army and slashed on the wall of Heyang Imperial City.

"boom"

The majestic city wall collapsed in an instant, turning into fine powder and gravel, and the entire city wall became fly ash under the sword aura.

The smoke and dust billowed, accompanied by the sword energy soaring into the sky, and the screams echoed under the imperial city.

After more than ten breaths, the storm of sword energy dissipated, and the smoke and dust fell to the ground. Looking around, the original black torrent of iron armor disappeared, replaced by corpses all over the ground.

Broken long knives, shattered armor, and broken flags were soaked in blood, and the air was filled with thick blood mist.

Corpses littered the ground, blood flowed like rivers, and at the foot of the imperial city, it turned into a sea of ​​blood. In the sky and on earth, only the figure in white robes holding a green bamboo sword stood in the sea of ​​blood, unstained by dust.

After the sea of ​​blood, the original majestic city wall disappeared, and the road was smooth, and the houses, restaurants, and inns in the city could be seen.

The power of a sword is so terrifying.

Behind him, Qingbai Eryi had a dull expression, his eyes were wide open, and his delicate body was trembling. The woman from the Xuanyuan family looked at the back of the white robe in disbelief.

He swallowed unconsciously, feeling terrified.

The same is true for the woman wearing a bamboo hat and wrapped in white clothes. After a while, she showed a thoughtful expression and said softly: "¨" It seems that you defeated Old Monster Wang in Wudi City and became number one in the world, invincible The state of mind is complete, so that the strength has improved again."

"cough cough"

In the sea of ​​blood, a figure's eyes were wide open, the iron armor on his body was shattered, and he held a long knife across his chest in his hand.

"boom"

The long knife shattered, turned into powder, and fell into the pool of blood under his feet. The eyes of the Minister of the Ministry of War, who is known as the best swordsman in the world, were full of fear.

Looking around, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood all over the ground. Looking back, the city wall behind him has been reduced to ashes.

On the city tower, the [-] grandmasters of the Heyang imperial family didn't even leave a trace of their remains, not to mention their auras.

All fell under this sword, with no bones left, not even a little resistance, and those who died could not die again.

Gu Shangshu turned his head, looked at the figure in white robe holding a bamboo sword, looked up to the sky and laughed, the laughter was sad and indignant.

The tens of thousands of troops disappeared just like that. They were all the elite of the Heyang royal family, and they were buried under this sword.

What King Kong, Zhixuan, the grand master of the Celestial Phenomena Realm, is like an ant in front of that white-robed man.

The laughter stopped abruptly, Gu Shangshu threw down the bare hilt of the knife in his hand, his expression was pale, if he hadn't mobilized [-]% of his skill at the last moment to forcibly block the sword energy, I am afraid that he would also be broken by this sword.

"This is the strongest swordsmanship in Kyushu throughout the ages. Is this the number one in the world, the strength of the Green Bamboo Sword God?"

Gu Shangshu muttered to himself, lost his mind.

He watched helplessly the figure in white robe, holding a three-foot green bamboo sword, stepping over a pool of blood, stepping over corpses, and stepping into Heyang Imperial City.

"It's over."

Gu Shangshu shook his head, turned and left in the opposite direction, his state of mind was broken, the cultivation base of the land gods and fairyland was gone, his fate collapsed (Qian Zhao's), and he fell into the celestial phenomenon realm.

Since then, the world's number one Dao of the Sword has nothing to do with him.

"kill"

Just after entering the imperial city, there were armored soldiers rushing from all directions, slashing horizontally with a sword, destroying the dead.

In an instant, the area within a hundred feet was razed to the ground and turned into ruins.

With a little tiptoe, he rose against the wind, his robe fluttered, and Feng Xu rode the wind, rising into the sky above the capital, heading towards the forbidden palace of the imperial city.

"Stop."

An old monk with white eyebrows stood on the long street, holding a Zen staff and wrapped in a cassock of gold thread. In an instant, the cultivation base of the land fairyland exploded, and the whole body was glowing with hot golden light.

He is an old monk from Huangyuan Temple. Although he is a Buddhist, he does not appear in the Buddhist sect, but has the same status as Longhushan.

Full-time for the Heyang royal family to offer sacrifices to the ancestral temple, the old monk revealed the vajra body, and the immeasurable Buddha energy gathered around him. A golden light soared eight hundred feet into the sky, illuminating the entire imperial city, and under the Buddha's light, the murderous aura was reduced.

In the void, bursts of Zen sounds echoed. The old monk sat cross-legged, a golden lotus platform condensed under his body, lifted his body, and slowly suspended in the air, blocking the road leading to the forbidden palace of the imperial city.

The billowing Buddha light bloomed and turned into a barrier to cut off the void.

The old monk recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and said with a compassionate expression, "Su Jianshen entered the Heyang Imperial City today, and slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people. Even if there is a huge resentment, it should be eliminated. Why don't you just retreat."

"You want to stop me?"

Su Xuan stopped his steps and stepped into the void. After the golden light, there was the Forbidden Palace of the Imperial City, where tens of thousands of soldiers stood ready to fight.

"Amitabha."

The old monk opened his mouth, arousing the vast Buddha power, the golden light vibrating, sparkling like water in a vast ocean, setting off waves.

"Qi luck is the foundation of a country. If luck is lost, the country will not be a country. The ancestral temple is a small matter, and the people who suffer are the common people, hundreds of millions of people. Please Su Jianshen think twice."

The old monk spoke earnestly and earnestly.

"Haha, common people."

Su Xuan disdained: "If one Heyang dies, there will still be tens of thousands of Heyangs. If Su only cuts off [-]% of his luck, he is already giving the Heyang royal family face.

Master's Dharma is profound, why did Guanglao stop me from persuading the Son of Heaven Heyang to disperse his authority and become a commoner? ".

Chapter 180: Sacrificial to a Temple Tathagata Dharma Body

The old monk was silent, his eyes were watching his nose, his nose was his ears, his ears were his heart, and he was not talking. Over the sky above the imperial city, a white robe smiled and said, "What? It is said that persimmons are only soft when you pinch them. Do you, monk, think that this young master is better than you?" The Son of Heaven, Heyang, needs to be easy to talk to."

"Amitabha."

The old monk was silent for a moment and said: "People all say that Su Jianshen is the strongest swordsman in Kyushu throughout the ages, I wonder if I dare to bet with this old monk."

"What are you gambling?"

Su Xuan looked calm and spoke indifferently.

"If this old monk can catch Su Jianshen's three swords, how about retreating?"

The old monk of Huangyuan Temple said.

"Are you provoking me?"

He had a playful expression: "Do you think that my son is arrogant, and then he said that there is no need for three swords, one sword is enough?"

"No."

The old monk shook his head.

"it is good."

The corner of Su Xuan's mouth raised: "If you can catch my three swords without dying, I will immediately withdraw from the imperial city."

The white-browed old monk clasped his hands together and sat cross-legged on top of the golden lotus. After reciting the Buddha's name, his eyes opened wide. In an instant, the Buddha's power soared, reaching heaven and earth, and a beam of golden light penetrated the sky above the imperial city.

The Buddha's light surged and condensed the vision of Taoism. There are eighteen arhats sitting cross-legged behind the old monk, and there is a big sun Tathagata hanging in the air, twirling flowers and fingering formulas.

Outside the imperial city, the Huangyuan Temple trembled tens of kilometers away, and immediately after the bronze bell rang, thousands of novice monks sat cross-legged in the temple.

"Also ask Su Jianshen to unleash his sword."

The old monk spoke.

"Since the monk wants to die, then I will help you."

After saying that, the green bamboo sword in his hand vibrated, and in an instant, a fierce sword light was emitted, and the sound of sword chant echoed in Heyang Imperial City for a long time.

Terrible sharp air soared into the sky, tearing the clouds and mist, black clouds gathered, and thunder and lightning flashed.

Before the sword was drawn, the void trembled, violent pressure emerged, ripples spread little by little, and energy surged.

"boom"

The coercive air machine fell, the oppressive Buddha light trembled, and the golden light that pierced the sky swayed, as if it would collapse at any time.

"Namo Amitabha."

The old monk recited the Buddha's name loudly, urging to emit a hotter Buddha's light, blessing in the void, resisting this terrible coercion.

"bang bang bang"

The void exploded, black cracks appeared one after another, and dense thunderbolts fell from the sky, splitting around the imperial city. The old monk was surrounded by thunderstorms, and the golden lotus under his feet twirled.

Breathing out mysterious power, he protected the old monk's whole body, attracting the power of heaven and earth, and the golden light soared, like a flat boat in a storm.

The wind is fast, the thunder is full of the sky, the void bursts, splits on the golden light, the air machine falls, and suppresses the universe.

Behind the golden light curtain is the imperial city. Under this coercion, trembling, the earth is cracked, and dense cracks are formed, pavilions, towers and pavilions, palaces and temples are trembling under the air.

Inside the main hall 870, the civil and military people of the Manchu Dynasty were in panic, and they all looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling terrified.

"Your Majesty, the Minister of War has escaped."

A servant came back to report: "Tens of thousands of cavalry and [-] masters were established in Heyang, and they were buried under Su Xuan's sword. Only Gu Shangshu survived and left the imperial city."

As soon as this remark came out, both civil and military officials in the whole court were shocked. This Gu Shangshu's status in Heyang was no less than that of the king of Xiliang who broke the soil and sealed off the border.

It was the imperial court who set up Haizijinliang, and now they have abandoned the city and fled, especially at this critical juncture, which hit the civil and military officials especially hard.

"Where did you go?"

On the dragon chair, Emperor Heyang asked with a sullen face, word by word.

"He went in the direction of Yanbei."

The waiter replied.

"Yanbei."

The Son of Heaven gritted his teeth, Yanbei had 20 cavalry, and they were the elite confidantes of Gu Shangshu back then, and now they are going to Yanbei, the meaning is self-evident.

"Come here, go and chase Gu Shangshu back."

The Son of Heaven spoke.

"promise."

Naturally, someone took the order.

"Boom"

"Boom"

A thunder as thick as a bucket fell and struck the open space in front of the palace gate, bricks and stones splashed, and the flames shot up into the sky. When the smoke and dust cleared, a large pit appeared.

Inside the main hall, everyone's eyes were turned to the outside of the imperial city, the two figures in mid-air, the golden beam of light shot up into the sky, entering the sky filled with thunder and black clouds.

Opposite the old monk, the figure in the white robe exuded an overwhelming coercion, with terrifying aura, rolling like a dragon.

Slowly raised the three-foot-four-inch green bamboo sword and placed it in front of him. After a while, he narrowed his eyes and slashed at the white-browed old monk with his sword.

"Boom"

The storm of sword energy roared, covering the sky and covering the ground, and the golden light that reached the sky trembled and collapsed, and it shattered after only holding on for half a breath.

The storm of sword energy surged towards the old monk with white eyebrows, the rolling Buddha light was shattered, the cassock fluttered, and the old monk chanted the Buddha's name.

The whole body was full of qi and blood, the vajra dharma body was running, protecting the whole body, spreading his hands, and the phantoms of the eighteen arhats behind him shattered one after another.

Even the Tathagata Dharma body has cracks, like a candle in the wind, it will go out at any time.

In the Huangyuan Temple outside the city, thousands of monks and novices sat cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures, the bronze bell rang, and the giant Buddha in the temple vibrated.

In the dark, countless paths of mysterious energy rose into the sky, gathered together, crossed the void, and appeared above the old monk in the imperial city.

With the blessing of this mysterious power, the power of the dharma body of Tathagata who was crumbling behind the old monk soared, the golden light was restrained, and the dharma body exuded powerful Buddha power from top to bottom.

In the storm, a ray of sword light crossed the void and slashed towards the old monk. The void was shattered, and thunder and storm followed.

The sword light shone like a crescent moon, mighty and mighty, with terrifying power. The old monk raised his palm and squeezed the palm print, and the Dharmakaya of the Great Sun Tathagata behind him also made the palm print.

The old monk raised the coercion of the terrestrial fairyland to the extreme, and the power of the Buddha was surging. Under the dark sky, he lit a bright lamp.

The palm of Tathagata's Dharma body penetrated into the storm, and shot towards the sword light, the void trembled, and the vast power of the stalwart fell, shattering the storm.

Flames emanated from the void, which were the flames caused by the coercive collision of the Dharma body and the sword light air machine, and the sky and the earth shook.

"open."

The old monk shouted loudly, his white eyebrows danced wildly, and the Tathagata's dharma body stretched out with both arms, as if to lift up the world.

The golden light, like a sword that opened up the sky and the earth, rushed into the sky of thousands of feet, splitting the entire hazy sky into two.