Chapter 123: Offer a stick of incense and drop the Bodhisattva sword

The invincible old monster Wang.

The name is not something the world blows off.

It was the result of the lord of Emperor Wu City's sixty years of fighting in front of this city.

Regardless of whether it is Deng Tai'a, the second most popular martial arts critic, who is hailed as the new swordsman in the world.

Or Cao Changqing, the overlord of Western Chu.

Or maybe it's the old swordsman in blue who has returned to the world.

They have never shaken the invincible figure of this old monster.

This name is Huang Zhentu, and thirty years ago he was named Jian Jiuhuang alongside the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a.

It is the sword will and heart that have been cultivated for thirty years.

This battle still failed to gain any benefit.

"The six paths of Jiazi lock reincarnation!"

Lao Huang had already used his six swords with all his strength.

The five famous swords in the rosewood box have already been deployed.

Every time he uses a sword, the power of the original sword will be doubled.

But the sixth sword was slashed out.

Only then could he let the old man in black change his fingers into fists to deal with the majestic sword energy offensive.

Lao Huang worked hard and the six swords were passed.

There are still three swords!

"The seven swords will defeat all the immortals in the sky!"

This sword.

Above the clear sky, there seemed to be stars twinkling at night.

The five swords rise to the sky and fall.

It was like five meteorites falling on Emperor Wu's city.

This scene.

It was enough to make all the spectators in the city clap their hands and shout "Enjoy"!

But for that burly old man.

Still not enough.

Wang Xian holds the sky with one hand.

The five swords came fiercely, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The layers of residual clouds were shaking.

It seemed as if they were all going to be crushed by an invisible force in the next moment.

"I think you're ready."

"Let's give that Wang Xianzhi a surprise."

"At the same time, it also makes this life enjoyable."

Wu Changqing looked at the stunning and stunning Seven Swordsmen, and suddenly spoke to Liu Songtao standing beside him.

"You're thinking……"

"Hahaha, that's it."

"As it should be!"

Liu Songtao laughed wildly inexplicably.

Wu Changqing released the restrictions on Liu Songtao so that the opponent could fight with all his strength.

"The Eight Immortals kneel down during the last song!"

On top of the city tower.

As Lao Huang moved forward, he began to stagger, and he was even a little unsteady on his feet.

He looked pale.

There was already red blood overflowing from the tip of his nose and the corners of his mouth.

But the old man was unmoved by this and continued to establish the power of the eighth sword!

The five flying swords suspended in mid-air by Wang Xianzhi's hand trembled violently.

He broke free from the restraints.

As fast as thunder, a flying sword nailed Wang Xianzhi's body.

The sword energy thunder pool is completed!

Wang Xianzhi's expression was finally no longer dull, and his eyes looked at the stubborn old man, full of relief.

Boom!

A thunderbolt shining down on the world was attracted by the sword formation.

The clear sky fell without warning.

Heaven and earth were eclipsed by it.

The thunder from the sky fell on the top of the city, and violent thunder and strong winds erupted.

The affected spectators in the city retreated one after another.

But there are still people who are not afraid of death and shout "Happy!"

The Eight Swords is over.

Wang Xianzhi's figure appeared in the thunder and lightning, still unscathed.

It's just that his posture changed from facing the enemy with one hand at the beginning to protecting his chest with both arms.

"If only to this extent."

"you can go now."

Wang Xianzhi said calmly.

The old man, who was already breathing heavily, smiled and shook his head.

Wang Xianzhi's brows couldn't help but frown deeply.

He saw it.

This old man came here with the mentality of fighting to the death.

"as you wish."

Wang Xianzhi put down his hands again and began to stride towards the old man who smiled and had missing front teeth.

The people in the city had already anticipated the outcome.

Many people sighed.

But just three steps ahead of Wang Xian, he was less than ten feet away from Lao Huang.

Everyone in the city was shocked and suddenly raised their heads.

He looked at the top of the city.

The old man, who seemed to be at the end of his rope, somehow managed to take a breath again.

This new breath can be described as thunderous!

The onlookers below the city all felt a chill in their hearts involuntarily.

"This sword was struck by me thirty years ago."

"But today is different from the past. Jian Jiu has a name."

"I will use this sword to make your arrogant Wang Xianzhi fight the enemy with both hands!"

Lao Huang suddenly roared.

The sound shook the sky.

next moment.

A burst of heroic spirit, angry bullfighting.

It burst out from this old body.

Earth-shattering.

at the same time.

Outside Emperor Wu's city, there was also an aura that could not be underestimated, which was comparable to the power of Lao Huang's dying sword.

For a while.

Emperor Wu's city was in chaos, and he didn't know why.

They know what's going on in the city.

But what is going on outside the city?

Are there any experts out there?

Wang Xianzhi also frowned and looked back.

Looking at the crazy monk, his whole body was glowing with golden light, and a statue of the Buddha more than ten feet long stood behind him.

The momentum was huge, as if he was planning to take action.

He looked again at the young man in white next to the crazy monk.

The young man stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at him with a smile.

"Brat!"

Wang Xianzhi looked at the young man's uneasy and kind-hearted smile, and a bad thought came into his mind.

He couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

Lao Huang was also a little confused at this moment.

But the mind should not be disturbed.

The arrow has to be fired when it is on the string.

He could only forcefully stabilize his mind and work hard to accumulate the power of this last sword.

"This sword."

"My heir apparent named it."

"Bad horse yellow wine...six thousand miles!"

Lao Huang used up all his strength to yell out the sword move named by Xu Fengnian.

Let the world know about his sword that finally allowed Wang Xianzhi to use both hands.

It comes from His Royal Highness Chrysostom.

The terrifying sword intent finally condensed.

The thousands of swords on the wall of the Sword Burial Pavilion began to tremble in unison at this moment.

Take the five swords in the sword box as a guide.

Use Lao Huang's lifelong courage as the blade.

There is no fancy movement in this sword, and it has reached the point where the swordsmanship has returned to its original nature.

Five swords fired in unison.

Straight towards Wang Xianzhi's five orifices.

Feeling that apart from the sword that opened the Heavenly Gate, in terms of the exquisiteness of the sword's power, it could be called the No. 1 sword at that time.

Wang Xianzhi's eyes were extremely stunning.

It's just like what Old Huang said.

Finally, he used his hands to fight against the enemy.

Wang Xianzhi clenched his fists, the fists that had smashed the huge waves of the East China Sea for sixty years.

It was also not fancy until he faced the five swords.

Just when the two are about to collide.

Both Wang Xianzhi and Huang Zhentu looked stunned.

Then he suddenly turned his head and looked outside the city.

The five swords that originally carried unrivaled sword power seemed to have lost their power in an instant and rolled directly to the ground.

And outside Emperor Wu's city.

The sky had already become chaotic at some point.

Under the dark clouds.

A golden statue stands in the vast sky.

Like this compassionate Buddha who saves the suffering in the world.

Liu Songtao in front of the Golden Buddha.

Big sleeves fluttering.

Slowly put your hands together.

"I offer you a stick of incense and drop the Bodhisattva Sword!"

"I establish mercy for the world!"

The crazy monk's words were like the Sanskrit sounds of heaven and earth, resounding in the ears of everyone in Emperor Wu City.

Everyone felt that their brains went blank for a while, and their eyes stared blankly at the shore of the East China Sea, reflecting the golden statue standing in the sky and the earth.

That is, after Liu Songtao said these words.

The chaotic sky seemed to see light again.

Thousands of feet of rays of light pierced the dark clouds and shone on the East China Sea.

A golden sword fell into the world under the twilight.

This scene.

It can be said that it is shocking to the world.

What's even more incredible is that.

On top of that stone tablet, a young man in white waved to Wang Xianzhi or Jian Jiuhuang.

Said something.

"Lend you a sword."

The sound was not loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone.

Then everyone in Emperor Wu City saw it in horror.

On the magnificent East China Sea.

Build tall buildings from low ground!

A tidal hill suddenly rose!