During the wedding in Weicheng, Gao Qunshu hurried to Yunzhou and asked Yuan Ziang to give him a congratulatory gift.
Although the congratulatory gift was just a five-character note, the writing was full of sword charm and its power was clear.
Lin Ji understood it for a while, but still didn't understand it.
But now I suddenly realized that Haoran's sword style was very similar to the pen peak on the note!
I don't know if this Haoran sword technique was created by the Holy Emperor, or it was inspired by the amazing and talented first director of the Supervisory Sky Division, Mr. Lan.
The pen and sword are actually the same, even the same body!
After the two aspects were integrated, the unfamiliar swordsmanship suddenly became familiar and became more proficient.
The Zen monk kept retreating, unable to defend himself.
In the blink of an eye, his heart, throat, dantian and other places were hit by several swords in succession.
He aroused the body-protecting Buddha's light, and his whole body shone with golden light.
Although Qingzhi is powerful, it cannot be broken through for a while, leaving only a residual mark on the body.
At first, the residual mark was only a shallow mark, which disappeared immediately.
But as Lin Ji became more and more proficient in Haoran's sword skills, the sword marks on Chan's vital parts became more and more numerous and deeper.
Forced to Zen, he stepped back again and again, and was about to be forced into the seal of cause and effect.
The golden and black threads are continuously entangled, forming a huge semicircle that covers a hundred feet in radius.
It is constantly fighting with the Buddhist rhythm of emptiness and tranquility inside and outside, sometimes convex and sometimes concave, just like an egg with life inside.
The two rhymes intersected, and from time to time, lightning and thunder arose.
It seems that the two are fighting with each other with fists and swords, but the battle over Buddhist and Taoist charms has never stopped!
It even consumes more energy and energy!
Although the Zen monk at this time was only transformed into a spiritual consciousness, after all, it was also an Arhat's spiritual consciousness in the form of Taoism. With the blessing of Dharma, his combat power was almost at the peak of Taoism!
"I! Xiu Li, Xiu Li, whirling!"
Being pushed to the edge and seeing no way out, the Zen monk suddenly had an angry look on his face and chanted a Buddhist mantra!
puff!
puff!
With two explosions in succession, the two mute slaves of the Kong family who were originally dumbfounded suddenly turned into blood mist and shattered.
Immediately afterwards, Monk Zen's shoulders and armpits bulged violently.
Suddenly two heads and four arms appeared.
A golden light shone brightly behind him.
There was a Buddha statue standing faintly in the brilliant golden light.
They have three heads and six arms, with ferocious faces, each holding a magic weapon.
Lin Ji had seen this Buddha statue in the Thousand Buddha Cave above the water prison, but it was not nearly as vicious as this.
"Evoke evil with three sides and capture demons with six arms!"
Borrowing his flesh and blood, the Zen monk, who had formed the Buddhist image of three heads and six arms, shouted loudly and rushed straight towards Lin Ji.
Boom!
Every time a foot lands on the ground, the Yin and Yang Pisces cracks.
Hurrah!
The wind blowing from the six arms caused the golden and black threads to sway, exposing gaps one after another.
Channels of Buddhist rhyme penetrated from high in the sky, spreading golden light all over.
"Obstacle! The Mieluo God and Buddha is here! You haven't subdued the law yet!" The Zen monk took advantage of the situation and chased after him, dancing so hard that his six golden arms roared in the wind.
Originally, with only two arms, Lin Ji could still gain the upper hand, but now with six arms coming out, like a wall of gold, iron and copper, there was no gap to take advantage of.
Now the situation reversed, and Lin Ji was forced to retreat continuously, with danger everywhere.
Lu Zhaoer suddenly woke up and saw Lin Jizheng fighting fiercely with a three-headed and six-armed fierce monk. He was about to step forward to help, but found that the knife was spinning far away, and he could not exert any spiritual power, and he did not dare to move rashly. Afraid of causing Lin Ji to be distracted and defeated, he could only hold his hands together and worry secretly.
He secretly cursed in his heart: "Where did this damn Fang Yunshan go! Why isn't he here yet?"
After having a few more arms, Monk Zen's boxing skills were not messy at all, but he was able to add more and more holes and fill in the gaps more quickly.
Seeing the six arms whirring and turning, they turned into shadows, and the golden light burst out dazzlingly, forcing Lin Ji to retreat again and again.
"Well done!" Lin Jigao shouted and stepped back to avoid the sharp edge, dancing faster and faster.
The wind is strong and loud under the sword,
The sword glowed faintly.
"The sword is as dangerous as the sword..." Lin Ji thought to himself.
Haoran's swordsmanship is open and close, and his movements are majestic.
Under this vigorous dance, layers of air waves appeared out of thin air.
At first, the air wave was slightly turbulent like ripples on the surface of a rocky lake. Then it gradually intensified and became bigger, faintly setting off small waves.
"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry up! Hurry up!" Lin Jixing raised his spirits and shouted repeatedly.
"You're not going to die yet!" The Zen monk shouted in three gulps, his six eyes wildly turned into a beam of golden light.
There is sound in the fist, like chanting or singing, like thousands of eminent monks reciting Buddhist chants in unison.
There are shadows in the light, and it suddenly lights up, like the sun rising thousands of miles away!
Seeing the golden light carrying the shadow of Hehe Fuwei's fist rushing straight towards him, Lin Jimeng concentrated his energy into the sword and flung it out.
"go!"
Whoosh!
The green sword rolled up a whirlpool and flew towards it.
The golden and black threads, Yin and Yang Pisces were also sucked into it, turning into a wave of green light and rising wildly.
The air wave hit the golden light head on.
Like red iron falling on snow, all the golden light melted away in an instant, leaving nothing behind.
boom!
It hit the Buddhist rhyme and exploded with a loud thunder.
The air wave still continued unabated, tearing through the sky with a roar, and even drew a foot-wide groove on the ground before disappearing without a trace.
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He actually cut the Taiping County government office in two with a radius of several miles!
"quack……"
The Buddhist rhyme was broken, and the few crows that had been silenced screamed and fled in all directions.
The green light went away, flew for more than ten miles, and smashed a hill into flat ground.
Rumble…
Sounds of muffled thunder were heard in the distance along with the tremors of the earth.
The tiles and plaques all over the city fell to the ground one after another, making a crackling sound.
Immediately afterwards, there was another rumbling sound, and the beams and low walls collapsed one after another.
The cracks on both sides of the long ditch are crisscrossed and dancing wildly.
In the blink of an eye, the entire Taiping County was reduced to ruins!
Lin Ji looked at Changgou, filled with shock.
Although this sword was struck by him, he knew very well that the power of Haoran's sword energy was far more than that!
Just now his Dao Yun was suppressed and his spiritual energy was not full. Even so, he could still kill Arhat with one sword!
Although it was just a phantom of spiritual consciousness.
But it is comparable to the divine thunder of punishment that killed Alaya Shi!
When I enter the realm of Taoism, how powerful will this sword be?
Where was Mr. Lan back then?
"Are you okay? I thought you couldn't beat me!"
The nervous Lu Zhaoer suddenly turned from surprise to joy, and rushed forward to ask with concern.
"Don't even look at who your husband-in-law is? He's just a fake Arhat. It can be easily solved!"
Lin Ji smiled and shook his head. With a thought, he withdrew the Qingzhi sword and Lu Zhaoer's broadsword, and sheathed them. Then he felt relieved and didn't even sit down. He simply lay down on the ground with his arms stretched out.
Lu Zhaoer was stunned for a moment and then bent down next to him.
Fingers clasped together, looking at the stars.
"...My Buddha is so compassionate that he gives up even a single thought. Everyone pays homage to him, puts his hands together and retreats."
The little boy Kong Wenjie, who finally finished reciting the Buddhist sutra three times, seemed very tired. He tilted his body and fell asleep.
A dark red swastika mark was faintly visible on the back of the wrist of the dirty little hand holding half a chicken leg.
The mark was bright and dark in the bright moonlight, like someone's gently beating pulse...