The speed of the donkey at the foot of the mountain has reached its limit, but it still cannot catch up with the Buddha.
The donkey howled in anxiety, its body's energy began to explode, and its four hooves sped up again.
Zuo Qianhu's eyes showed surprise and uncertainty. He touched the donkey's body and then gave it a heavy pat with his hand.
The donkey was suddenly frightened. The peak strength of Ming Jin actually broke through to An Jin, and then it gained a lot of strength out of thin air.
Whoosh!
The black shadow disappeared.
Outside the city of Gusu, tens of thousands of people gathered together, and people came out one after another. They looked at the Buddha who was slowly approaching in bewilderment.
Because a large amount of Buddha's light is absorbed by it, the impact on ordinary people is weakened, but this also makes the crowd regain their sanity, causing panic.
There were also believers who knelt on the ground and prayed. For a while, the evacuating team came to a standstill.
Fu Qingfeng stood in the crowd with his sister Fu Yuechi on his back. They felt the Buddha approaching step by step, and couldn't help feeling despair.
"I..." Fu Qingfeng's tone was full of guilt, but Fu Yuechi covered it with his hands.
"Sister, let's walk together on the road to hell."
At this time, the people around suddenly screamed and saw a donkey coming towards them at an extremely fast speed.
When it reached the middle between the Buddha and Gusu City, it stopped, and Zuo Qianhu jumped off the donkey's back.
He signaled the donkey to move away, and then made a knife-swinging motion.
The fish knife stayed on top of his head, and his body began to accumulate strength. The energy used this time was unreserved, and even blood flowed from the corner of Zuo Qianhu's mouth.
The strong wind was swirling around him, so what if he was a mortal? As the first general of the Song Dynasty, Zuo Qianhu had reason to cut off this false Buddha.
Zuo Qianhu's aura continued to rise, wisps of white smoke emerged from his head, and the mountains and rivers were silent for a while.
But even so, it was still not enough in front of the Buddha. This giant did not take Zuo Qianhu seriously at all, and it continued to walk towards the people of Gusu City.
Thick saliva flowed from his mouth, and his appearance as a Buddha could not hide his demonic nature.
The sound of horse hoofbeats was heard in the distance. Wang Sheng came with an army of dozens of people, seemingly planning to catch up with the Buddha.
Zuo Qianhu felt new strength burst out of his body, the muscles in his arms swelled, and the white smoke behind him gathered together, forming a soldier wearing Song Dynasty-style armor.
The shadow of the soldier made the same movements as him, and soon solidified.
The Buddha stopped and bent down to look at Zuo Qianhu. The three heads were fixed on each other, with malicious eyes in their eyes.
The internal energy in Zuo Qianhu's body is constantly flowing. He knows that as long as he is prepared, he can break through to the golden elixir of martial arts in his current state for more than ten days at most. By then, his life will be extended by four hundred years, and the great path can be expected.
Moreover, the Buddha's target was not him. Zuo Qianhu could have completely evacuated Gusu City.
But this is not the path he wants to take.
"A mere... demon dares to offend our Song Dynasty..."
"It's absolutely ridiculous."
Zuo Qianhu took a step forward. This step cut off his opportunity to break through the martial arts golden elixir, but it also made his momentum reach its peak.
"My Buddha is compassionate!!!!"
Buddha murmured in his mouth, and grabbed Zuo Qianhu with his arm. Although its body was extremely large, its speed was not cumbersome at all.
Zuo Qianhu lightly tapped on the ground and jumped into the air. Not only did he take the opportunity to dodge the attack, but he also stepped on the Buddha's arm and headed towards his head.
The remaining five arms of the Buddha quickly grabbed him. The people of Gusu City who were watching held their breath and did not dare to blink at all.
Zuo Qianhu snorted coldly, and like a prophet who predicted the future, he used all kinds of extreme movements to dodge, and at the same time, his pace quickened again.
"My Buddha is merciful!!!" The Buddha was furious. The person in front of him was like a mouse. He looked so weak, but he couldn't do anything.
The eyes of Medicine Buddha's head shone with light, and then his hair grew like a plant, and within a few breaths, Zuo Qianhu was surrounded by them.
Zuo Qianhu felt the surroundings fall into darkness. He freed one hand and pointed his index finger forward.
The sword energy formed into a pillar, directly breaking through the Buddha's demonic methods, and he moved further to the shoulder position.
The eyes on Amitabha's head emitted hot Buddha light and headed towards Zuo Qianhu.
But Zuo Qianhu had no intention of evading. He just turned his body slightly to let the Buddha's light pass by him, and a large piece of flesh and blood on his arm was melted away.
Then he jumped up and jumped into the air.
The fish knife was raised, and amid the turbulent wind and clouds, a sunrise was slowly rising on the far eastern horizon.
Zuo Qianhu joined the army when he was fifteen years old and has been in the army for twenty years. He has experienced dozens of battles, large and small, and has killed countless souls under the sword.
There was no trace of his knife at all, and the moment he raised his hand, it fell down.
As Zuo Qianhu slowly fell, a huge head behind him was severed from the neck, and dark golden blood flowed out.
The Buddha was in pain and let out bursts of wailing. Amid everyone's shocked gazes, the Medicine Buddha's head fell to the ground.
In Fu Qingfeng's eyes, only the grace of this sword remained, and the word martial arts continued to expand.
But how can a monster with nearly three thousand years of cultivation be so easy to deal with? Granulation sprouted from the broken neck of the Buddha's neck, and the new head recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zuo Qianhu's strength was exhausted after he cut off this sword, but he still had some room left.
He took off the long whip from his waist and swung it, wrapping it around the Buddha's arm, and his body swung up again.
In mid-air, Zuo Qianhu worked hard to adjust his balance, and the fish knife in his hand was ready to go again.
In the mountains and forests, a goshawk's roar rang out, disturbing everyone's dreams.
There must be no room for this sword strike. Zuo Qianhu couldn't help but groan, and the sound of bones colliding could be heard from all over his body.
The blood instantly soaked his clothes, and he forced a second slash. Zuo Qianhu felt that his body was instantly severely injured.
But since you have paid the price, you will definitely gain something.
Amitabha's head fell from the Buddha's neck, and the demon was left with only the last head. If it is attacked again, it will lose all its vitality.
The Buddha stretched out four arms to tightly protect his neck, and then struck Zuo Qianhu with the remaining arm.
Unexpectedly, Zuo Qianhu endured the severe pain all over his body and at the moment when his arm was about to be attacked, he tied a long whip with a lancet and threw it at the Buddha's body, while he dodged.
His arms began to accumulate strength. As long as he slashed with the last knife, the demon would undoubtedly be destroyed, and so would his own life.
Zuo Qianhu didn't hesitate, he raised the fish knife, and blood flowed out uncontrollably from his facial features.
Just when he was about to slash out, he suddenly turned his head and saw a terrifying aura appearing in the direction of Hanshan Temple.
A shout echoed through the sky.
"Asura!!!"
The clouds broke, but the endless black air blocked the sunlight.
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