"Roar……",
The giant dragon phantom roared.
The shadow of the giant dragon kept hitting the huge golden Buddha's palm, and the Buddha's palm was frozen in mid-air.
The dragon blood all over Ding Xiaoyi boiled with roars,
His bones began to crack at that moment.
The huge Buddha palm condensed with the pressure like several invisible mountains, crushing the bones around him until they almost shattered.
But the giant dragon phantom roared.
The huge Buddha's palm was hit hard, and the golden Buddha light surrounding the eminent monk of Tianlong Temple began to dim a lot.
"Click" sound,
The Buddha's palm that was slapped down was finally knocked away by the giant dragon's shadow.
The Buddha's palm shattered and opened like a mirror, and at the same time, the shadow of the giant dragon became extremely dim.
There was a loud "boom" sound,
The giant dragon finally knocked open the Buddha's palm, and the giant dragon burst out of the palm with a roar.
There was a "crash" sound,
The golden Buddha palm cracked open and turned into countless rays of golden light that scattered between the sky and the earth.
And the giant dragon's phantom also turned into countless streams of light and sank into Ding Xiaoyi's body.
"Zheng" sound,
Ding Xiaoyi suppressed the surging blood energy, and the sword in his hand made a high-pitched sword roar.
"In drunkenness, the sword energy is unparalleled",
Ding Xiaoyi shouted sharply.
A trail of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
And his figure turned into a stream of light and shot towards the senior monk of Tianlong Temple.
"Hey...",
Everywhere the long sword passed was shattered.
Ding Xiaoyi's figure penetrated from the split Buddha's palm, and the long sword pointed directly at the Buddhist monk with a strong sword energy.
"Amitabha",
The eminent monk of Tianlong Temple shouted in a low voice.
And he raised the Zen staff in his hand and pointed it towards the long sword, and layers of Buddha's light arose on the Zen staff.
Ding Xiaoyi had a cruel look on his face,
The Gang Yuan in his body surged even more, and he poured all his sword intent into the long sword.
"hiss",
The sword energy on the long sword tore apart the layers of Buddha's light.
Ding Xiaoyi's figure suddenly disappeared, but the bad master was shocked.
He lowered his body and saw the sword light grazing his scalp, and Ding Xiaoyi passed by the eminent monk of Tianlong Temple.
And no one thought that,
Ding Xiaoyi held a long knife shaped like a crescent moon in his left hand. The long knife contained a strong blood evil aura.
"Zheng",
A soft sound sounded in the ears of the bad master,
A ray of red light shuttled through the space and pointed directly at the back of the bad master.
Ding Xiaoyi's face was as ferocious as a madman,
He holds the sword in his right hand and the knife in his left hand, like a peerless killing god.
But the bad master was alert, and he swept the Zen staff behind him.
"clang",
There was a sound of gold and silver.
The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand turned into a rainbow and fiercely passed over the back of Master Miao's neck.
A "hiss" sound,
A blood mark appeared on the back of Master Bad Miao's neck, but no blood flowed out.
Ding Xiaoyi felt sad,
The body refinement of this eminent Buddhist monk has reached the state of indestructible vajra. This is the true state of super vajra.
Turning around,
The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's left hand was shrouding the opponent with a fierce blood-colored evil aura, while the long sword in his hand could not help but focus on the situation.
The monk raised his Zen staff and waved towards the long knife.
A strong gust of wind blew out, and violent energy exploded in the high air.
The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand flashed again,
The long knife in his hand has been put away, and he holds the sword with both hands.
at this time,
Storms and clouds are rising,
The surrounding space began to tremble, and he looked at the Buddhist monk coldly.
"When you're drunk, you can kill an immortal with a sword."
Ding Xiaoyi shouted loudly (This chapter is not over yet!)
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Drink, he had no choice but to use the first forbidden technique again.
The Gang Yuan in his body surged towards the sword like a tide,
At the same time, all the cultivation around him turned into majestic power and roared towards the long sword.
"Hey...",
As Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but gather a huge momentum,
This space could hardly bear his powerful sword, and it made bursts of cracking sounds as if it was overwhelmed.
Master Bu Miao had a serious look on his face.
His eyes were shining brightly, and his face showed a solemn look.
But Ding Xiaoyi was furious at this moment, with murderous intent rising all over his body. He was like a Shura God of Killing.
Ding Xiaoyi pointed his sword directly at the bad master.
The space made bursts of cracking sounds, and Ding Xiaoyi raised his long sword and stabbed towards the solemn-faced monk of Tianlong Temple.
That sword,
It exceeds the limit that this space can bear,
This sword is like a flying fairy from heaven,
This sword was so stunning and brilliant that it caused the heaven and earth to tremble.
Ding Xiaoyi did not expect that if he used this forbidden technique again, it would cause such a big commotion.
But he didn't care,
The only thought in his mind was to deal with the Buddhist monk in front of him.
"Hey...",
I saw only the long sword left between heaven and earth.
The blazing sun was also eclipsed by this sword, and everyone's eyes were attracted by that powerful sword.
It was as if the space between heaven and earth had been emptied out by that sword,
Everything the long sword passed turned into nothingness, and the expression of the senior monk from Tianlong Temple finally changed.
"boom",
Master Bu Miao released all his cultivation.
A more dazzling golden Buddha light appeared all over him, and he clasped his hands together like a Bodhisattva who sympathized with the world.
The long sword condensed the power of creation and stabbed towards the Buddhist monk.
Ding Xiaoyi has become one with that sword.
He is the sword, and the sword is him.
A "hiss" sound,
Wherever the long sword passed there was nothingness.
That sword transcended the limitations of space and time and arrived in front of the Buddhist monk in an instant.
"Prajna Nirvana",
The Buddhist monk shouted loudly.
Then his palms turned into huge golden palms and struck hard at the sword that was shooting towards him.
But the power of that sword was beyond his imagination.
The long sword penetrated through the giant palm like a piece of stone.
Wherever the long sword touched, it turned into nothingness, even the giant palm that was about to strike was no exception.
There was a "pop" sound,
The long sword penetrated Master Miao's chest, causing a shower of blood.
The drops of blood rained up and turned into blood flowers falling from the sky.
"Bang" sound,
The figure of the bad master fell from the sky,
It hit the ring made of huge rocks hard, but that sword did not completely kill the Buddhist monk.
Ding Xiaoyi felt fatigue coming over him like a tide.
His body standing in the air kept shaking, and his face became extremely pale.
He looked coldly at the super cultivators who were eyeing him eagerly.
He was furious,
Although the aura around his body was sluggish, none of the super cultivators dared to attack.
"Wow" sound,
Scarlet blood spurted out from Master Bad Miao's mouth.
He stood up slowly, then looked up at the young man in cloth standing in the sky.
"Thank you for showing mercy to the benefactor."
Master Bad Miao clasped his hands together and said to Ding Xiaoyi, who was standing in the sky, but Ding Xiaoyi's face did not show any fluctuation.
"You can leave. The Buddhist lantern cannot be returned to your Tianlong Temple for the time being."
Ding Xiaoyi's tone was a little tired, and he said to the bad master.
His sword did not penetrate Master Bu Miao's left chest, but passed through his right chest.
"Almsgiver Song, little monk (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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Farewell. "
Master Bumiao looked at the stunned Song Tianye,
His figure flew towards the void, and ripples like water patterns appeared.
He tore open the water-like ripples, got in, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
The eminent monks of Tianlong Temple came quickly, but they also left quickly.
But Ding Xiaoyi’s eyes flickered.
His eyes passed over the body of a famous super cultivator.
But everyone who came into contact with his gaze felt their whole body tense up.
If Ding Xiaoyi used that powerful sword just now, none of them would be able to escape.
They looked up at Ding Xiaoyi, but there was endless bitterness in their hearts.
Has this world really changed?
Why can a ninth-grade great master kill a super-grade cultivator at will, and it is as easy as chopping melons and vegetables?
"Do you want to continue?"
Ding Xiaoyi said to everyone coldly.
However, the expressions of those super high-level cultivators changed several times, and despair appeared in their hearts.
Ding Xiaoyi's strength was noticed by them.
Even the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple could not do anything to him.
And although they are super-level overhauls recruited from the imperial palace, they still have self-awareness.
"Ding Xiaoyi, we'll see you in the capital. I hope you'll still be alive then."
Song Tianye finally said to Ding Xiaoyi through gritted teeth, and he could only leave Anzhou unwillingly.
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