Dark clouds gradually began to appear above the Changhe Demon Cave.
As soon as the dark clouds came together, strong winds began to blow. The strong wind blew the withered grass to the ground, the fallen leaves danced wildly, and the people on the ground could not open their eyes.
Rumble——
There was muffled thunder in the clouds, and it was obvious that a storm was coming.
High in the sky, the strong wind did not affect a small position.
After putting on the mask, it suddenly became quiet.
The mask was not airtight, but it somewhat blocked the light. Tang Zhao wore it not so much to cover his eyes, but to calm himself down and bring his mind closer to the judge.
From the outside, the mask is black and white, but from Tang Zhao's side, there is only darkness.
Close your eyes, plug your ears, and the world becomes dead silence. After concentrating my mind, I no longer felt the coldness brought by the strong wind on my body.
Losing your senses is a terrible thing. Loss of the five senses can make a person collapse.
But he did not collapse. Even if his senses were blocked, he still had one sense that could break through the confusion until he reached reality, the so-called consciousness.
The sixth consciousness of Buddhism.
These are all words of Buddhism. Can this sixth consciousness break through the barriers to perception?
Faintly, his consciousness raised his head, as if he was meeting another pair of black and white, bottomless eyes.
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The inner side of Tang Zhao is dark, and the outer mask is black and white.
After putting on the mask, Haechi quietly stepped out of the sword, flicked his tail, and put on Tang Zhao the pure black cloak.
And the blade of his sword is snow white.
Black and white!
Behind Haechi's almost substantial shadow, another figure appeared.
The figure was very faint and faint, with only a vague halo. He vaguely looked like a tall and thin man.
Ku Yi's expression moved slightly. As a veteran swordsman, he naturally recognized that the sword in Tang Zhao's hand was Quan, and even guessed that his sword elephant was Haechi, but he was still stunned when he saw the shadow.
Isn't there only one sword elephant that Quan Jian can mobilize? Why did another one come out?
Could it be...a swordsman?
Is it some kind of swordsmanship? Or is it a vision that only occurs when Quan Sword is used to its extreme?
Immediately afterwards, Kuichi calmed down - there is no point in investigating what this phenomenon is, the swordsman's duel is to see the tricks. What matters is not where the swordsmanship comes from, but how to crack it.
Since it is the Quan Sword, then the swordsman is a dead person?
The dead will not be confused, so I need to use a pair of closed eyes to see his true identity...is this the idea?
"Idiot." He sneered lightly.
His other swordsmanship is confusing, but the "Arhat Formation" swordsmanship is not. Every Arhat body is real.
In other words, it is both true and false.
If it is true, the flesh, strength, consciousness, and martial arts of each Arhat are real. Each person has an independent will and does not need to be distracted for manipulation.
If it is false, all Arhats are immortal and can be reborn indefinitely unless they kill their true form.
Eighteen people are flesh and blood. Even if he doesn't use the sword skills to confuse people, no one can find his true identity.
Living people can't do it, but dead people can?
Seventeen people roared at the same time and rushed forward with weapons in hand.
"The art of sword control - Haoran's righteousness - soaring into the sky!" The white aura rolled up crazily, and a white aura rose into the sky!
There are thick dark clouds above the head, and the white air is like a beam of light, breaking through the heavy dark clouds and shining in all directions.
This is sword control!
In order to concentrate on finding the source of the breakdown, Tang Zhao had no way to defend point to point, and his biggest defensive move was Shou Qingping. He couldn't easily release that kind of defensive move now.
So he chose to use sword control. Sword control is not only a skill to force the sword to be used, it is also a skill to guide the sword element to be added to oneself.
The power of drawing the sword into Haoran's righteousness is called "Haoran's Sword Controlling Technique"!
He is covered in awe-inspiring white aura, which is the aura of a gentleman who protects his body. It can repel evil spirits at the top and frighten Xiaoxiao at the bottom.
What he wanted to shock was the group of villains in front of him.
Yes, the sinner's clone used the many to bully the few and besieged them brazenly. How could he not be Xiaoxiao?
Isn’t it too small to call oneself an Arhat?
Where the white air was swept away, those menacing bald monks suddenly became a little shorter, and the hands holding the weapons froze. Even though they were approaching Tang Zhao, they could not make a move for the moment.
In the sky-high white air, the swordsman's figure became more solid, and his straight and deep facial features were vaguely visible. The Haechi no longer roared and charged, but squatted beside the swordsman, like a housekeeping dog.
The scene was at a stalemate for a while.
In the corner beyond the reach of Bai Qi, there was a figure quietly approaching the edge drawn by Tang Zhao.
It was a bald monk who looked exactly like the dozen or so monks who were besieging him.
Yes, there were only seventeen people participating in the siege of the Eighteen Arhat Sword Formation.
There was also a monk who took advantage of the chaos of the battle to sneak around the battle and touch the edge.
Tang Zhao said that he would not be allowed to cross the line. Is it true that he could not pass the line? The sideline looked very powerful before, but then Tang Zhao's attention turned to the frontal battle. He left the unclear line there alone. How could he know it was not a bluff?
Even if it is not a bluff, this Arhat has the body of a vajra and is also the condensed power of powerful swordsmanship.
You are also good at swordsmanship, and I am also good at swordsmanship. How come my swordsmanship is not as good as yours?
Whether you win or lose, you will know after a touch.
Before the Arhat came to the sideline, he looked back at the anxious battle situation, put his hands together for luck, and his body was shrouded in a layer of golden light!
Vajra is indestructible!
Although it is a worldly martial arts, it is blessed by sword energy, and its body is three points stronger than the top martial arts masters. Ordinary swords cannot leave even a trace.
Gu Xin/s was protected by golden light, and the monk crossed the sideline with a swaggering step.
laugh--
It was as if countless steel wires were cutting through his body, his movements stopped, and the golden light swayed slightly.
Immediately afterwards, the person who was still intact just now suddenly fell apart like a toppled building block.
Countless pieces of flesh and blood rolled down and scattered in the air, like a smoldering firework.
Inch!
Torture for dealing with conspirators, intruders, and traitors!
Nothing is indestructible, only those who cross the line will die!
For a moment, Ku Yi from another battlefield could not help but be shocked and lost his mind.
It was not that one of the monks present lost his mind, but that all the monks were lost together, showing exactly the same expression and even eyes. Even if there were a pair of observant eyes within a few feet, there would never be any flaws.
The Arhat Formation has no flaws to begin with!
Losing consciousness is a matter of a moment, and if Ku Yi doesn't let anyone take advantage of the opportunity, he will come back to his senses immediately. It's just a failed trial, it's nothing.
With a snap of a finger, seventeen people retreated, a gap opened in the formation, and a monk appeared out of thin air to fill the positions of eighteen people. Everything went smoothly without a single flaw.
But for Tang Zhao, there is no need to identify any flaws, they are there from the beginning.
Haoran's sword-wielding skills only opened up a barrier for him, allowing him to concentrate on doing his own thing.
Instead of concentrating on distinguishing between true and false, he prepared his sword.
"Swordsmanship - righteous and awe-inspiring!"
An awe-inspiring power of righteousness rolled over in a mighty manner, hitting the banks in all directions like a tidal wave.
If the awe-inspiring white aura is like cotton, with needles hidden in the cotton, which just makes Xiaoxiao afraid to approach, then the awe-inspiring aura is like an arrow, shooting out thousands of arrows to sweep away the evil spirits passing by.
This kind of shock does not shock the villains with evil intentions, but the criminals who have committed the crime!
boom--
At this moment, lightning flashed in the dark clouds.
The rainstorm has arrived!
It rained heavily around Changhe, and countless water poured into the river. Outside, there was only sporadic rain.
In an instant, Ku Yi felt as if he had been hit hard, his head was dizzy, and he almost vomited blood.
Only one of the eighteen monks suffered from this kind of dizziness, while the others seemed to be fine.
There is only one person who is different!
Ku Yiyi raised his head and saw the swordsman in the void turning his head and meeting his eyes. Even such illusory eyes seemed to be able to penetrate his soul.
Kuyi shuddered again and tasted a fishy salty taste in his mouth.
"Have you discovered? Even if you can give the dummy your appearance, your strength, and even your life, there is one thing that you can't take away and can only stay with you."
"Your sin!"
"All your sins were committed by your own hands. Your hands are stained with blood, and even the water of the great rivers cannot wash them away. Your sins will always follow you, like maggots on your tarsus. Entangled with you! In Buddhist terms, this evil force will not be purified with your death, causing you to fall into the realm of animals forever in all your lifetimes!"
"Let me help you out!"
Tang Zhao raised his sword.
The swordsman in the void raised his sword.
"Swordsmanship - complete the task of eradicating evil!"
With one sword, the human sword merges into one, and a white rainbow penetrates the sun!
There was no obstruction, no deflection, and in an instant, the sword was in front of Kuyi.
Ku Yi didn't react at all. Maybe he was still too frightened by the righteousness to react. Maybe he had a premonition, but in any case, his reaction was meaningless.
With a sword that was useless against the dragon, he gently cut Kuyi's neck open, like cutting through solidified lard.
No blood.
Everything is cleaved, including blood.
The blade penetrated and retracted, not a drop of blood splashed on Tang Zhao.
call--
As if a gust of wind blew, Ku Yi's body was blown away.
He turned into a puff of smoke, a mist, and a gust of wind, and dispersed gently, leaving no ashes behind.
As Tang Zhao said, he doesn't have to worry about suffering from reincarnation because not a single trace of his soul will enter the reincarnation.
Everything this sinner left in the world is gone.
Only one sword buzzed in the air and fell downwards. Before it hit the ground, the luster on the sword's body had disappeared, and it was as dull as rusty iron.
The swordsman is dead and the sword has disappeared.
Tang Zhao took off his mask, revealing his childish face, looked at the figure in the void, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Lord Judge."
After putting on the mask, his voice changed and became calm and serious. After taking off the mask, his clear boyish voice returned.
In silence, the figure disappeared.
Tang Zhao's face suddenly turned pale. He felt exhausted both physically and mentally. He could no longer hold on and fell downwards.
Haezhi did not hold him up anymore, but quietly disappeared.
Mission accomplished.
He had done everything he could in swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and swordsmanship. He was physically and mentally exhausted and could no longer hold on.
It’s time to let go of the Haechi Sword.
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