Even though his body turned into a struggling skeleton, the demon on the high platform still looked up at the face of the little girl in the snow and the golden light.
So he roared: "You are already dead, and you still dare to appear in the world!"
So, he waved the magic sword in his hand with his skeletal fingers, intending to slash at the girl in the golden light from a distance. qδ.net
However, before his magic sword had time to slash out, there was a sound in the wind like an iron sword dragging on the stone floor, which was harsh and unpleasant.
But it was the Qilin strings that held the soul for eternity, cutting out a sword like water...
A sword whizzed out of the wind and snow, cutting through the wind and snow with the power of water. No one could dampen its edge.
As a result, the devil had to change his moves and strike at the sword energy that was transformed into water-like power.
"Crack!" a sound sounded.
While Zhuang Wan'er was dumbfounded, on the high platform, the demon sword in the devil's hand was cut into fragments all over the sky by an invisible sword energy in an instant, and flew in all directions.
Many years ago, Li Xiuyuan used an iron harp to slash out tens of thousands of sword energy at the city gate in the southern border of the Five Domains, defeating the enemy in one day.
So today, the string that was stained with a drop of his saint's blood instantly took on the meaning of a saint.
There has been no saint in the wilderness since ancient times. When a saint makes a move, even the devil cannot take the move.
A sword energy embodies the compassion of Buddhism and the anger of the young man. With the vibration of the unicorn strings, it slashes out a sword energy towards the demon on the high platform.
And the fragments of the magic sword that flew out didn't even have a chance to fly into the wind and snow, and turned into nothingness.
The strings in front of him were stained with Li Xiuyuan's hard work, and in front of him was Ximen Xiaoyu's smiling face. For a moment, the young man's heart burned like fire, and he turned his endless anger into a sword energy.
"Woo!" Behind Li Xiuyuan, a terrifying black mist suddenly appeared. It was a dark sword left here by the old man in the goat cave outside Wangtian City.
The dark sword whizzed through the air, slashing at Li Xiuyuan who was sitting in the snow amid lightning and stone fire.
Li Xiuyuan did not raise his head or turn around... Just as Po Meng said, the young man's eyes were already blind. A sudden change made him lose his human eyes.
Since there were no snowflakes falling in his world, there would naturally be no demonic sword energy roaming around.
The aura of heaven and earth in the long street trembled under the slash of the sword, as if the devil was about to appear and want to destroy this world.
However, since there is no snow in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, he will naturally no longer be bound by things in the world. It is the destructive sword behind him that makes it clear that it is still a common thing in the world.
Without him in his eyes, there was no way for Lai Ya Te to hurt the young man who fell into sorrow and condensed a line between saints, even if the sword came from the devil.
All this was not arranged by the old Taoist priest.
All this, as the old Taoist priest said, his precious disciple has exceeded all his expectations.
Therefore, Li Xiuyuan, who was playing the piano, remained focused. He even wanted to reach out and touch the golden light above his head and the girl in the golden light.
However, at the moment, he is still trapped in his own soul-crushing song.
In addition, there is a vague meaning of Buddhist compassion, Bodhisattva compassion, so compassion for the six paths, and at this time Xiaoyu is on the way to the six paths...
His two fingers fell on the strings, and his mind moved.
Countless kalpas ago, the sense of silence and killing from ancient times followed the sound of his piano and fell on the magic sword behind him that cut through the wind and snow.
As a result, the intention of this magic sword that destroyed all things in the world burst into flames with a "Boom!" sound in an instant.
The billowing black mist on the magic sword suddenly burned, turning into a burning fireball between the lightning and stone fire.
This is Li Xiuyuan turning his piano into a sword!
This is the power of King Kong to subdue demons!
On the high platform, the demon skeleton was suppressed to the ground by a saint's will. He watched helplessly as a dark sword left by his master was cut into a ball of burning flames.
In a moment, outside the city lord's mansion
Two different realms emerged.
Both realms come from the boy who fell into the snow.
One is the meaning of the saint from the Meishan Mountain, and the other is the meaning of the Bodhisattva from the Buddhist gates in the heavens.
The young man was still playing the piano on the snow. In the snow and wind, in the Buddha's world, under the suppression of the saint's will, the devil who was cut into a skeleton could not escape.
In the wind and snow, Li Qiushui had already dragged Huangfu Qingmei to the door of the lakeside shop.
Snowflakes fell on their oil-paper umbrellas, like a big mountain, so heavy, so heavy.
The overwhelmed two women had no choice but to put away their oil-paper umbrellas, and the two mountains disappeared in the wind and snow.
Huangfu Qingmei looked at the golden light that was gradually disappearing over the city lord's palace, and was speechless. She could no longer cry.
She was even thinking, how could Li Xiuyuan, who had lost his eyes, embark on the road to heaven?
Li Qiushui looked at the girl in the golden light and couldn't help but sigh quietly.
No wonder this side of the world can understand his brother's thoughts. It turns out that you have reached the state where you want to be on par with the world?
So, what else in this world can stump you?
Even if you lose your eyes, you are still a well-deserved legend, no, a god in this world.
God's will is like iron, even if the saint is reincarnated, it may be difficult to change it.
At the moment, Ximen Lone Star has already led an army of three thousand, through the wind and snow, out of the south city gate, heading towards the Buddhist temple dozens of miles away.
Accompanied by crows, he goes there to slay demons.
With a sigh, King Qin Guang on the Forgotten River put away the golden light that passed through the nine secluded places in the world, and sighed softly.
Looking at Po Meng, she said, "Sentiment has hurt separation since ancient times. My brother is just an idiot."
When the wind picked up again, Po Meng put down the fire and put the lid on the pot.
Looking at King Qin Guang in front of him, he sighed: "It's a rare occasion, so I'll go to the village and have a drink."
King Qin Guang looked at Li Xiuyuan who fell in the wind and snow and said: "My old friend has gone on a yellow crane. Please don't break the rules of heaven and earth again."
Po Meng was startled when she heard this, and then nodded gently.
"Dang Dang Dang!"
Like an iron horse running rampant between heaven and earth, he heard King Qin Guang's instructions, which made Li Xiuyuan instantly hold back his fingers in anger.
When he raised his head, snowflakes were flying all over the sky. Every snowflake was a sword, and the snowflakes all over the sky were flying swords.
He wanted to use this flying sword to kill the demon on the high platform, and a terrifying murderous aura suddenly appeared in the sky outside the city lord's palace.
This is his world, not the devil's.
However, when he thought about it, he saw Huangfu Qingmei and Li Qiushui by the lake.
He saw Wang Lianhua and Zhuang Waner sitting on the ground outside the tea hall of the city lord's mansion... In the blink of an eye, his mind changed again.
But in less than a quarter of an hour, his mind changed twice.
The blind Li Xiuyuan silently put away the guqin in his hand, quietly took out the star-picking wooden bow, and held a sacred arrow forged at the foot of Luoxia Mountain in his hand.
One branch condenses the power of time from the Snow Mountain of Datang.
A condensed divine arrow made of the fire of Buddhist nirvana and the divine fire of Kamigawa Netherworld.
A magic arrow mixed with the magic pattern of the magic sword.
A unique iron arrow in the world, with a clear sound of "Buzz!", pierced the wind and snow and flew towards the devil on the high platform.
The divine arrow pierced the wind and snow, and flew behind the high platform with a saint's intention to suppress the devil.
In the end, only a "click!" sound was heard in the wind and snow.
The divine arrow pierced the demon's already skeletal body, pierced his divine sea, and the sharp divine arrow pierced the tall building sign of the city lord's mansion.
Under the flying eagle's nest, there is a struggling and howling demon body.
However, the current demon is already a skeleton. The demon suppressed by the saint's will, no matter who comes, can't stop it.
He can be released from the magic arrow.
Released his spiritual consciousness, Li Xiuyuan and the woman sitting on the snow in front of the flower hall said in a solemn voice: "I suppressed this demon in front of the city lord's palace for three years, and I will use every drop of his essence and blood to pay tribute..."
"If the saint doesn't come out, no one can release him... In three years, he will turn into ashes all over the sky!"
While the two women were stunned, the boy turned around and gradually disappeared into the snow.
Wang Lianhua let out a cry, and two lines of tears rolled down again.
Zhuang Wan'er sighed softly, thinking to herself, who in this world could suppress the devil on that tall building and survive for three years?
Just to sacrifice those who died...
The sense of injustice in Li Xiuyuan's heart is no longer burning. He is looking at this world with his mind's eye and Buddha's eye.
While reciting sutras about the past life, he headed towards the wine shop.
Then, in the wind and snow, there was a faint sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures, echoing in this majestic city.
Li Qiushui, who was already sitting in a small shop by the lake, received a message from her brother. At that moment, she also understood that because of her blindness, Li Xiuyuan might not be able to go out for a while.
The high mountains are covered with white snow all over the mountains and plains.
Three thousand troops appeared under the snow-capped mountains, and the crow turned into a black lightning, piercing the wind and snow and heading towards the top of the mountain.
Seeing it in Ximen Lone Star's eyes, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, as if he had returned to the past when he brought Xiao Hei to the mountains to eliminate those bandits.
The army was divided into several groups and headed toward the temple on the mountain in silence. Their mission had just begun.
It snowed heavily today, and there were no pilgrims on the mountain road, allowing the army to go up calmly without being disturbed.
Ximen Lone Star had a gloomy face because he remembered the scene outside the city lord's palace and his sister.
At that moment, he clenched the spiritual sword in his hand and secretly made up his mind that if there were demons on the mountain, then none of them would have to stay in the temple.
If there is no Buddha on the mountain, it is all demons. He will let crows set fire to a Buddhist temple as he did many years ago.
Just like when we burned down the bandit's lair, we will never allow people to create demons and stay in the mountains to cause harm to the world.
His expression became more and more solemn, because he only saw Buddha in his eyes and could not see the devil.
Fortunately, Li Xiuyuan asked the crow to follow him here... Apparently, the crow has a pair of fiery eyes that can help him distinguish whether the monk on the mountain is a Buddha or a demon.
At the moment, this mountain is just an iron barrel. At the foot of the mountain are surrounded by a thousand troops, holding bows and arrows poured with kerosene. If any demon dares to break through, the sky will be filled with fireworks.
Snowflakes all over the sky fell on the bodies of Wang Lianhua and Zhuang Waner, dyeing the hair of the two women white.
Zhuang Wan waved her sleeves, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, and a sword energy slashed at the demon who was stared at by Li Xiuyuan on the building sign.
"Crack!" There was a sound, but the demon's right palm, which was already a skeleton, was chopped into pieces by her and fell down one after another.
But not a single broken bone fell on her body.
Wang Lianhua looked at the demon suppressed on the building sign and couldn't help but ask: "In-laws, is our child harmed by this demon?"
Zhuang Wan'er shook her head and replied quietly: "It is up to Li Xiuyuan to investigate and get to the bottom of this matter, and give us and parents all over the world an explanation."
The demon on the building sign snorted and screamed: "Smelly woman, you are all dead, my master will come to save me."
Zhuang Waner frowned slightly and shouted coldly: "Now, let him come over!"
A clear rebuke pierced the wind and snow in front of him.
Wang Lianhua looked up at the sky and shouted coldly: "Come here, devil, I'm not afraid of you."
