Looking at the thousands of white cloud swords in the sky, even Lin Xiaolu drooled with envy.
I have to say, this method is too cool!
In the field, Chen Nianyun and other sword cultivators looked envious when they saw this scene.
This is sword cultivation!
"Swish, swish, swish!"
In the sky, countless cloud swords flew out, and they all bombarded the old man Tianzhu. The old man Tianzhu quickly raised his hand to block it with his spiritual method.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The shield composed of Yunjian and spiritual energy erupted in continuous explosions, while the old man looked horrified.
This sword and two swords are fine, but the number of these cloud swords is almost inexhaustible, and he can't resist it for long.
In the sky, Situ Zhong pointed to the sky with one finger and to the old man Tianzhu with the other. The clouds in the sky were like an inexhaustible river, constantly condensing the clouds and the sword flew down, turning into a rain of swords. Following Situ Zhong's sword The fingers kept bombarding the old man Tianzhu.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
Cloud swords bombarded the field with huge spiritual explosions, and the spiritual shield of the old man Tianzhu finally lost after blocking several spiritual swords, and shattered like glass!
"boom!"
There was a loud noise, and the old man Tianzhu was knocked away by Situ Zhong's sword.
In the sky, Situ Zhong saw that the opponent was injured without hesitation. With a wave of his Taoist robe, a small transparent sword immediately condensed on the sword finger of his right hand.
Shushan Sword Technique—Floating Sword Shadow!
He subconsciously wanted to kill the old man who was still in the air, but in the distance, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared!
The monks who were fighting fiercely were stunned when they were illuminated by the golden light. Lin Xiaolu and others also looked over curiously.
I saw dazzling golden light shining from a very far distance in the sky, and bursts of Buddha's voice appeared together.
Seeing the Buddha's light and hearing the Buddha's voice, the handsome duck in Lin Xiaolu's arms was immediately startled.
Is Tianzhu Buddhism coming?
In the field, Situ Zhong was illuminated by the golden light. He looked at the army of monks getting closer and closer in the distance, frowned slightly, and then flicked his sword finger!
"call out!"
"boom!"
Outside the sky, a palm-sized transparent small sword suddenly turned into a transparent giant sword, and collided with a huge golden "swastika". Both of them were trembling, and for a while they were in a stalemate.
The monks in the entire battlefield stopped one after another and looked at the scene where the sword and the swastika were confronting each other. Tan Songlei and other Shushan inner disciples were even more shocked.
The leader's Fusheng Sword was actually blocked!
In the sky, the Taoist and immortal Situ Zhongjian frowned, and suddenly turned the hand holding the sword secret.
"Whoops!"
The huge floating sword shadow and the golden swastika were shattered at the same time and both dissipated.
After it dissipated, everyone saw the person who made the move.
Under the fiery red clouds, there are countless Buddhist monks floating. These monks are all emitting golden light at the moment, and they are chanting sutras with their palms clasped together. The person who just released the golden swastika and beat Situ Zhong is on par. It was the leader among them, an old monk wearing a golden monk's robe.
Lin Xiaolu looked at the old monk in confusion, while the handsome duck in his arms looked nervous.
"The monks from the Vishnu Temple are also going to invade China? Isn't this a fool's errand?"
"Handsome duck, are these people very powerful?" Xiao Yu'er asked at the side.
The handsome duck nodded:
"Vishnu Temple, the strongest Buddhist sect in Tianzhu, used to be hostile to the Tianzhu Sect, but now it actually helps them for some reason."
After saying that, it raised its head, looked at Lin Xiaolu seriously and said:
"Boss, we can't beat him. Let's run away together."
Lin Xiaolu:......
At this moment, all the three Nascent Souls of Tianzhu Sect were injured. Although Situ Zhong, Luo Zhongze, and Ye Qingluan were a little tired, they were obviously fine. The three leaders stood in a row with ugly faces, looking at There are two sects in front of you.
They knew that there were two Nascent Souls in the Vishnu Temple. If we add the three Nascent Souls in the Yeshi Temple, there would be five Nascent Souls!
Therefore, if the two sects of the Yeshi Temple and the Vishnu Temple are integrated into one, whether it is the Yuanying monk or the Danjie monk, they are far inferior to each other and are no match at all.
what to do?
In the sky above Loulan City, the number of monks on both sides soared and lined up one by one, while Lin Xiaolu and others continued to watch eagerly from behind.
Shuai Shuaiya analyzed the situation for him, and finally determined that he couldn't beat him!
"Boss, there is nothing we can do. Cultivators from more than half of the country are here. How many of us are there in Longmen Emei, Shushan? If we can beat them, there will be ghosts. It is wise for us to run for our lives now.
Boss, don’t hesitate, you can just maim yourself, and let’s summon Lao Li, so there’s no need to escape.”
"boom!"
"Ah! My duck eyes!"
In the sky, the three leaders headed by Situ Zhong all looked ugly, while the Tianzhu monks in front of them looked eager to try.
Monks and monks from Buddhism and Tianzhu Sect have spread all over the sky. In addition, their Buddha lights are shining with golden light. It is like the sky is filled with gods and Buddhas, giving people great pressure!
And just when all the monks in China showed their willingness to fight to the death, and many inner disciples began to clamor for help, Ye Qingluan suddenly put away the mace.
Everyone was stunned, and Situ Zhong and Luo Zhongze also looked at her with puzzled expressions.
"Master Ye, what are you doing?"
In the field, Ye Qingluan smiled cutely:
"Fight a bald donkey with a bald donkey."
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked puzzled, but the handsome duck behind him raised his head in surprise.
The next moment, all the Shenzhou monks felt something at the same time and raised their heads, while the Tianzhu monks who had a chance to win also looked upward.
I saw an old monk wearing tattered cassocks standing in the sky above!
The old monk had a clean face and looked at the monk wearing golden cassocks among the Tianzhu monks.
The tattered cassock and the golden cassock formed a sharp contrast for a while.
Luo Zhongze and Situ Zhong looked at Wu Xin in the sky, both with doubts on their faces.
They didn’t know much about Wu Xin, they had only heard about it.
"Master Wuxin!"
Lin Xiaolu shouted excitedly when he saw Wu Xin, and Wu Xin in the sky also looked at the boy with a smile, and then he looked at the monks in the Vishnu Temple again.
"Where is your Buddha?"
As soon as these words came out, all the monks in the Vishnu Temple looked horrified, and the leader, the golden-robed monk, looked at him angrily, with fear in his eyes!
He said in slightly accented Chinese dialect:
"Buddha wants to save China, but Wuxin, the poor monk advises you, get out of the way!"
Wu Xin heard the words and showed a kind smile:
"What if the poor monk refuses to let me go?"
"That poor monk will burn you into relics today!"
Hearing this, Wu Xin smiled and put his palms together.
"Polopo, monks don't tell lies. If you can't do it, your Buddha will be disappointed~"
The old monk named Boluo Po suddenly turned pale.
He was speechless, and his originally kind-hearted face began to become more and more distorted, and finally he said angrily:
"You really want to be an enemy of Tianzhu Buddhism!"
Wu Xin smiled and did not answer directly, but asked instead:
"Do you know why this poor monk has no intention of teaching?"
Polopo sneered: "Don't you just want to say that you freed up your heart and gave it to Buddha? Are you worthy?"
Wuxin shook his head, clasped his palms together and said:
"The poor monk has indeed emptied his heart, but not for Sakyamuni, but for all living beings in China!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent!
"good!"
Ye Qingluan applauded repeatedly, then waved to the Tianzhu monks and said:
"Come on, come on! This leader is going to kill you to pieces today!"
At this moment, in the sky, the monks on both sides had fighting intentions on their faces, and Boluopo was staring at Zen Master Wuxin.
Even the handsome duck couldn't help feeling a little emotional when he saw this scene.
It was so dangerous, I almost couldn't help but speak out, but fortunately Zen Master Wuxin came.
The Dharma has no intention, but it is better to have intention!
