dusk.
The ancient road is vast and the sunset is all over the sky.
Under the sunset, there was a person standing, and everyone was looking at that person!
He was so quiet, so quiet that he seemed to be one with the world!
No one could tell that he was in the slightest panic. He was still well-dressed and neatly groomed, without any dirt or wrinkles. His white clothes were as new as new and his demeanor was graceful.
No one could see any panic in him. His face was still so calm and indifferent, with no change, no unnecessary expression, bright eyes, and a faint smile.
Anyone faced with this situation would be surprised, appalled, and afraid; but he seemed too calm and too calm.
He just stood there, giving people a look of being careless, casual, and cynical about everything, but also making people feel how arrogant, detached, and arrogant he was.
The demon is almost invincible in the Wutongxuan realm. The demon's swordsmanship is almost godlike, but no one has ever seen it because everyone who has seen it has died.
The various factions and forces dare not take action easily. They need a test, which may be a test or a signal to take action.
Therefore, the sword light suddenly rises!
Without moving or drawing their swords, the sixteen swordsmen hidden in the darkness drew their swords together. The sixteen swords were displayed together, and the sixteen sword lights lit up together.
Sword rays came out from all directions around his body, from sixteen places in total on his back, armpits, upper arms, wrists, back of neck, chest, throat, and feet.
With calculated calculations and unintentional calculations, they used the first strike to control the last strike, and used sixteen people to bully one person. Not only did they occupy the right time and place, but they also took all the advantages. The cooperation of the sixteen swordsmen was impeccable, regardless of the timing, location, or key points of the attack. Errors and omissions.
Everyone saw that the devil was enveloped by the sword light, the sword light flashed in his eyes, and he was surrounded by everyone, but why did he still not move?
The sword light was fast and swift, but he remained motionless. However, a strange power suddenly arose in his body. This power was invisible, imperceptible, formless, formless, and qualityless.
The sword light fills the sky, and the sword is like lightning.
But before the light of the sword arrived, they all suddenly stopped. The sword edge was still half a foot or three inches away from the target, and they could no longer advance. There was only a "ding" sound, the sword edge broke, and the broken blade flew away.
The flying broken blade turned into sixteen starbursts. The starbursts flickered and returned faster than when they came. The sixteen swordsmen stagnated and began to fall one by one.
Everyone has a broken blade at their throat. The broken blade is their own broken sword. They died under their own broken sword blade.
It was as if he had done nothing. He did not move his feet or hands. He was still looking ahead and still had a smile on his face.
The temptation has appeared, but the signal has been extinguished. Seeing such a scene, everyone's heart trembles. Looking at the devil again, many people's faces are pale, paler than paper and whiter than snow.
The devil never moved from beginning to end, but he could fight back and kill people just by standing still; in just one moment, with just one counterattack, he killed sixteen swordsmen.
Koo Zhong looked at the man from a distance, with longing and fanaticism in his eyes; looking at the man in the distance, he couldn't help but secretly think about the feeling of "If life is like this, why should I leave it behind?"
There was no other sound on the palace road, everyone silenced their voices and held their breath.
Suddenly a female voice said: "Amitabha, why don't you let me go?"
The person who spoke was a female nun. Although she had been tonsured, her face was extremely beautiful and beautiful. She appears to be in her thirties, but her plain jade face gives off a worldly look. She is wearing a wide monk's robe that illuminates her body. She is performing Buddhist rituals with her right hand, while holding a long sword in her left hand.
The monk's robes fluttered and people fell from the building walls.
Randomly asked: "Fan Qinghui?"
Fan Qinghui whispered the Buddha's name and said, "It's the poor nun!"
Ranyi said calmly: "You told me to put it down, but you held the sword yourself?"
Fan Qing Hui's jade face said calmly: "If the donor can let go, how can a poor nun come with a sword?"
He nodded casually and said, "If I can let it go and just retire, would you be willing to let it go?"
Hearing his words, Fan Qinghui showed a trace of joy that seemed to come from the bottom of her heart for the first time in her pure jade face, and nodded: "If the donor can realize his mistake and retreat, the poor nun will stop the war and stop killing more! "
Ranyi smiled and said: "Then you don't have to stop. In fact, Ren never minds when others use swords against me."
Fan Qinghui was stunned for a moment, then calmed down and said calmly: "Donor Ren, are you kidding us?"
Ranran said lightly: "It's just a joke. Do you dare to disagree?"
As soon as he stopped speaking, his eyes immediately glanced over. Many people couldn't help but take a step back when his eyes touched him. No one would have thought that with their current situation, they would still be afraid of him.
Fan Qinghui said sadly: "It seems that the donor has made a decision in his heart and has long been prepared to swear to be the enemy of the world."
Randomly shook his head and said: "I just do it casually and follow my heart, how can I be so serious as you said. When you speak like this, it's as if Ren seems to see you and the others in his eyes."
As he said that, he smiled and waved his hands and said, "It's not that, it's not that!"
The disciples of the Demon Sect in the dark were all dumbfounded when they saw this. In the Tai Chi Palace, Huan Huan couldn't help but laugh.
Some people laughed, but most people couldn't laugh at all.
How can you laugh when you are looked down upon and treated with such contempt?
Fan Qinghui said with an angry look on his face: "Donor, what do you mean, you have never taken anyone in the world into consideration?"
He nodded arbitrarily and nodded very simply: "In today's world, there is really no one who can enter Ren's eyes. No matter the so-called 'three great masters' or the leaders of Buddhism, no matter whether they are righteous or evil, they are all rotten wood and cannot be looked at. generation."
Everyone was furious, even those in the dark looked unhappy!
However, even though they were furious and dissatisfied, they still did not dare to say anything in the face of this demon. They could only retaliate with murderous eyes, venting their emotions in their hearts.
With a long sigh, Ning Daoqi floated down from top to bottom.
Just listen to him say slowly: "It seems that you have a very high vision, and you don't care about the world anymore."
Turning his eyes randomly, he shook his head and sighed: "I think of the 'Huang Tian Dafa' created by Sun En back then. It was inherited from Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu, the Taoist ancestor, and combined with the great achievements of Taoism in the two Han Dynasties. It originated from Huang Lao, taught the law to heaven and man, and practiced it." Because you have reached the state of transcendence and sainthood. Why are you and other descendants so miserable? You will not achieve Buddhahood until you reach Buddhahood. This is a good "Huangtian Dafa". You don't study hard and practice it deeply, but you want to learn Zen Buddhism. Forget it, you You even created some 'Sanshou Bapu' and you are so complacent, saying that you are so stupid that you are so young, you simply don't know what it means."
Ning Daoqi was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that he would be scolded as soon as he opened his mouth. The tone of the elder's lecturing the younger made him very uncomfortable.
Others were stunned when they heard this lecture.
