As Zhang Kun's aura surged, and the huge pressure caused by the Happy Buddha Formation was like fallen leaves blown away by the wind, everyone felt their minds clear and came back to their senses.
The little girl looked at the majestic Zhang Kun with admiration and said with envy: "When can I have such majesty and evil aura?"
She was right.
In fact, Demon Subduing Captain Wu Zhenshan also wanted to say the same thing.
His eyes were full of shock.
He had already overestimated this Zhang Bailing. That day, he was on par with Zuo Donglin, the sixth-grade demon-slayer captain, with a casual move that day. In his opinion, this guy didn't seem to have used his full strength.
According to his estimation, as long as he is not suppressed by the king's aura and has the support of the people, he will definitely be three points stronger against Guangming, the silver monk of the Bodhi Courtyard. Otherwise, the results of the previous battle cannot be explained.
It actually forced Monk Guangming not to dare to provoke anymore, but chose to pinch the soft persimmon.
Facts have proved that the three of them from Tiance Mansion, plus the county captain's manor and the city guards, are really weak and vulnerable.
The other party was almost killed and wounded in just one round of attacks.
Such great strength.
When Guang Ming's master and disciples saw Zhang Bailing's appearance, they didn't dare to take action. They just watched helplessly, obviously afraid.
Before he made a move, he scared the other party into thinking of retreating, so majestic and evil.
The former head catcher, now the leader of the White Dragon Society, is simply much more powerful and intimidating than he imagined.
At this moment, the former county lieutenant Chen Zian, who was dragging half of his body on the ground and struggling, seemed to be howling in a lower tone.
His wife Chen Zuoshi's miserable and desperate cries gradually stopped.
Zhang Kun's eyes were dull, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
How can it be so easy to leave?
He turned to look at the little carp, and when he saw the girl's eyes widened and eager to try, his heart moved.
Being alone, one cannot always do everything by oneself. Although this little guy always likes to talk about the word "grandfather", which is very inconspicuous, his potential is still extremely strong, and the speed of his progress in military force is also remarkable.
Always take responsibility for her, and don't do this on your own.
After thinking about it, Zhang Kun drew out his sword and chuckled: "Xiao Lian, look at this monk Fang Ming. He killed Tang Luo with three pestles earlier. He was in the same middle stage of Gang Qi. How could he gain the upper hand and win quickly?" opponent?"
"Because his power is stronger, the formation blessing, and the Sanskrit music disturbing his mind, sapping Tang Xiaowei's fighting spirit."
The little carp answered without thinking.
After a long period of hell training, her own cultivation may not have grown by leaps and bounds, but her vision and secret skills have become much better.
The chance of victory or defeat can be seen at a glance.
In the same realm, there are different levels of strength. In a real life-and-death fight, in the same realm, the winner can be determined in one move.
This involves factors such as mind, skill, strength and speed, plus the environment and background, spells and other factors. Anyway, the situation is very complicated.
If you want to defeat your opponent, you must naturally increase your own advantages and put your opponent at a disadvantage at all times.
This is the understanding of the little carp.
"Yes, if you were in Tang Luo's situation, how would you deal with it?"
Zhang Kun asked again.
"Avoid its sharp edges and wait for opportunities to attack its weak points."
"Actually, no need. Just use the word "quick". Faced with such a clumsy person who uses strength to defeat others, just ignore the opponent's attack and kill first."
Zhang Kun slowly shook his head and spoke softly. He slowly stabbed out the Yanyang knife in his hand, but he used the knife to turn into a sword move. He slowly drew the knife in his hand, slowly straightened his arm, and pointed the tip of the knife forward.
It's like stretching, allowing people to see clearly.
Monk Fang Ming was thinking about whether to ask his master for instructions, leave here, and think of a solution.
The previous battle had frightened them.
He knew that now that the other party also had an official status, the king's aura could not be suppressed. What was even more outrageous was that the Great Joy Prajna Array he had set up was of no use to him.
Even if they can win, they will definitely suffer heavy damage, and maybe a few people will die.
There is no way to fight this kind of battle, and there is no need to fight.
As long as we find a way to bring in reinforcements, it would be best to ask the great master of Bodhi Court to directly kill this person with the overwhelming force of Mount Tai. Why not? There is no need to beat him to death now.
It's a pity that Fang Ming thinks this way, but Guang Ming doesn't.
He hasn't made up his mind yet.
Therefore, Fang Ming could only be patient and cautious, not daring to be careless.
Seeing Zhang Kun take action with his sword, he actually used himself as a lecture to teach that little girl.
He was stunned in his heart, and became furious in the blink of an eye.
Who can deal with such a slow knife?
Holding the handle of the demon-subduing pestle with his right arm, Fang Ming's muscles bulged, and he lifted up all his strength. His energy and blood were boiling, and his energy was flowing. He waited for the opponent to attack, and used the power of the formation to counterattack brazenly.
His thoughts had just turned around, and the Demon-Conquering Pestle had just been raised to his chest. The excruciatingly slow sword light was still far away, and his eyebrows felt painful.
puff……
Fang Ming howled miserably, raised the Demon-Conquering Pestle above his head, and his head exploded.
Blood splashed all around.
The sword had been blown into a lake by the Gang Qi attached to it, and spilled onto the ground.
The headless body shook a few times, and Fang Ming suddenly fell to the ground.
The Demon-Conquering Pestle hung down weakly and fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
"do you understand?"
"I understand. It seems slow but is actually fast. It is faster than people's sight and deceives people's six senses. Therefore, even though it looks far away, it is actually a sword piercing the skull. This stupid monk cannot react at all."
The little carp's eyes shone brightly.
She really understood.
In fact, she had seen this move many times during her training in Hell, but she had never thought that it would be so effective against an opponent with such tyrannical attacks and powerful moves.
Killing your opponent is like killing a chicken.
"Very good. To deal with a domineering and powerful opponent, a quick victory depends on the ability to use subtle weapons and the ability to think and react. However, to deal with an opponent like Monk Fang Jue who is sophisticated with swords and well-guarded, no matter how fast you are, They will also be blocked by his dense sword skills, so when fighting, you can't just follow the example of a cat or a tiger, but you have to find another way."
Zhang Kun looked at Fang Jue again.
The eldest disciple of Monk Guangming, the hair on his back stood on end, as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He bowed to the north and held a sword in front of him. The nine rings were windless and moved automatically. The Gang Qi was like a tide, moving towards his body layer by layer. With the external fluctuations, the mind has already rehearsed a thousand cuts, and it is necessary to intercept and block in all directions, waiting for opportunities to kill the enemy.
His sword technique is called breaking the precepts and killing the body. It is second to none in Bodhi Courtyard in terms of its complicated changes. It has the intention of cutting with a thousand swords and cutting off the flow of water with ten thousand swords. Therefore, he was able to chase Wu Zhenshan before and slashed. The other party simply had no power to fight back.
On the one hand, it is because of the formation blessing and the greatly increased attack power.
Another reason is, of course, that as long as this kind of sword intention takes hold, the attack power will become stronger and stronger until it becomes a powerful force, cutting the opponent into thousands of pieces, which is absolutely difficult to resist.
As Zhang Kun said, he is not afraid of the opponent's sharp sword. Facing an opponent with quick attacks, he has developed an instinct. Even if he cannot react mentally, the nine-ringed sword in his hand will spontaneously attack him as if with divine help. strain.
As a disciple of Zen Master Guangming, Fang felt he had his own confidence.
If you ask yourself, few people can beat me based on moves alone.
I just strengthened my mind.
Then he saw Zhang Kun slashing his head with a light sword.
"I want to repeat the old tricks again, I think too much."
Fangjue felt that as soon as the nine-ringed sword moved, a ripple of Gang Qi shone around him, and the sword's light was like mist and silk, forming a snare of sword Qi...
It is extremely complicated and mysterious, making it difficult for people to see where the hand is and where the knife is.
I feel like there are blades everywhere, and there is a mountain of knives in front of me.
"Good sword skills."
Wu Zhenshan also had to admit that the opponent's sword skills were indeed extremely exquisite.
People can be divided into good and evil, but this sword technique cannot be described as good or evil. It already has spirit, will, and spirituality in the sword.
I don’t know how much effort and time this monk spent on this body-breaking sword.
"Even if he didn't take advantage of the formation and had a fair fight, I might not really be able to defeat him. Most of them would still lose."
Wu Zhenshan felt slightly frustrated.
Then, the corners of his eyes suddenly twitched crazily, and his whole body trembled slightly.
He saw that Zhang Kun's light sword fell as heavy as a mountain or a river.
It obviously looked like a feather, and when it fell, it was impossible to stop it.
Monk Fang Jue's complicated and mysterious sword light was touched by the feather-like sword light, and the gang energy immediately collapsed. The nine-ring sword was broken into slag. The whole person was chopped off by this sword, like a hot knife cutting through butter. It fell from the forehead and was chopped into two pieces.
The two living bodies bounced on the ground a few times before losing their vitality.
"do you understand?"
Zhang Kun had no expression on his face and looked back at the little girl.
"It's light as heavy as it is heavy, and you can cut it with thousands of swords. I will burst out with one sword. I will use my strength to conquer the enemy. I will save him when I attack him. I will destroy the enemy like rotten soil."
The little carp deserves to have deep roots. He can make sense with just one point and explain it clearly with just one explanation.
At this time, her eyes were shining, and the two swords just now were lingering in her heart for a long time.
In the life-and-death struggle that was like hell training, she learned how to use various exquisite moves and how to deal with various extreme situations and make comebacks.
The two swords that killed the enemy in front of him were obviously in the same realm and had the same attack power. They just changed their thinking and killed the opponent easily.
This allowed her to see another world.
It turns out that the way to attack and defend can still be played like this.
The beauty of application lies in one mind.
I saw Fang Ming and Fang Jue dying without any sound or resistance.
Fang Wu and Fang Shen were so horrified that they didn't bother to set up any more formations. In fact, they couldn't set up any more formations because there weren't so many people.
They turned and fled.
Immediately, he fled to Monk Guangming.
The casual executions of these two swords made them understand that if they were really attacked, they would probably lose their lives in just an instant, and even the master would not be able to save them.
"Master..."
A word was still stuck in his throat.
Fang Wu and Fang Shen saw that the fat figure in front of them was gradually disappearing, and he actually escaped faster than the two of them.
This master, who was always wise, mighty, and invincible in their eyes, for some unknown reason, did not make a single move, said a single word, or even uttered a harsh word. He directly used his divine foot power and transformed into smoke. It takes ten miles to escape.
How can it be?
The huge thought of loss just occurred in my mind.
A roar like thunder was heard in his ears.
"You're here now, so don't leave."
The figure in front of him shook slightly.
Apart from Master Guangming, the ones who disappeared from the spot were also the young man in white clothes and jade crown.
In the void, there was a muffled thunderous sound and a faint roar.
The ground shook and trembled.
Guang Ming's tall and fat body has fallen from the height.
Staggering, his fat face lost the usual calm smile and gained a hint of surprise and caution.
He has used this magical power hundreds of times.
Every time, you come and go freely, whether you are chasing the enemy or escaping, you are relaxed and unstoppable.
However, this time, he had just activated the magical foot power method, took one step, and the space flowed.
Before he even landed on the ground, he discovered that the space in front of him had become a lake of liquid, cut into pieces by countless dull golden sword lights.
Dao Gangs, which are like silk threads, are densely spread in the void, as if they are spreading a net to wait for the sparrows.
As long as you take one step and don't change the castration, it is very likely that one foot will pass by and the body will stay in place and fall apart.
He was so frightened that his toes turned into heels on the spot, turned around in one step, and returned to the original place.
Because he used the wrong magic power and turned too hard, he almost fell.
This is something that has never happened before since I mastered the small magical power of Shenzu Tong.
The only explanation is.
The opponent's understanding of this space and the ground within a radius of several miles is far superior to his own.
Everything from big to small, all in one thought.
Therefore, we can use the sword to take the lead, seal the space, and seal our retreat.
This is the thought.
Monk Guangming felt cold in his heart.
His big ears twitched wildly, countless information poured into his mind, and he analyzed which direction was the best way to survive.
But what you can hear is that thousands of swords roar like thunder, forming a network of swords within a radius of dozens of feet around you. No matter which direction you break through, you will hit them head-on.
"Why bother?"
Monk Guangming sighed.
"Donor Zhang, as long as you are here in Baling, I, the Bodhi Courtyard, will never get involved again. We have no grudges in the recent days and no grudges in the past. How about we just keep the water from the well and not the river?"
Please forgive me.
Did he ask for mercy?
At this moment, not only Fang Wu and Fang Shen couldn't believe their ears. Wu Zhenshan also widened his eyes.
The silver monk from Guangming came to Baling with his crowd. He was extremely vicious and took everything he asked for.
Obviously he wanted to recreate the scene in Pingjiang County in the shortest possible time.
He knew what kind of hell the people and officials of Pingjiang County were in.
From the body to the soul, everything is no longer autonomous, and the chaos of demons is not enough to describe the miserable situation.
This kind of joy has no bottom line in doing things, which is disgusting to hear.
How could such a cruel, absurd and bold monk beg for mercy?
If the souls of the demon-subduing captains, hundreds of officers and soldiers, and thousands of people who died in Pingjiang County knew about it, they would definitely die in peace, right?
No, they don't even have souls.
There is no chance of reincarnation.
All of them have been crushed into powder and turned into materials for the Bodhi Sangha to improve their cultivation.
When Wu Zhenshan heard Monk Guangming's faintly weak voice, he couldn't help but feel a sore nose and shed tears.
"If I heard correctly, are you trying to save someone's life? I don't understand. Have those women and people who died in your hands ever begged you for mercy?"
There was sarcasm on Zhang Kun's lips. In a blink of an eye, he no longer looked at the big monk who was as fat as a wild boar. He just turned to look at the little carp: "I will teach you one more trick, Xiaolian. You can see clearly. Facing this kind of evil difficulty The only way to pardon the perpetrators is to eliminate all evil and kill them all. Otherwise, it will not be enough to warn those who come after you."
Once he said this, he said no more.
In the spiritual world, countless tiny blades locked within a radius of thirty feet were suddenly withdrawn.
boom……
The sky was dark and dark, as if it was collapsing.
A huge circular pit also appeared on the ground, and countless life and death energy were all extracted. A hazy sword light appeared, and countless small runes appeared, turning into a huge sword that stretched across the sky.
The Gang Qi roared and surged, every bit of strength, every trace of breath, all roaring and roaring, as if it had transformed into the hideous and terrifying faces of countless men and women, with a trace of pleasure in the pain.
This style of Dao Gang has not fallen yet.
Just showing the shape of the knife, ghosts were crying and howling in all directions, and the whole Baling responded, faintly connected to Pingjiang County in the far distance, and countless resentments boiled in response.
Wave……
The light of the sword fell, as if it was real or not.
Monk Guangming was like a phantom in the water, unable to hold on for a minute.
Under this sword that seemed to have spirituality and came to life, Guang Ming's entire face was cut into a pile of blood powder in despair and helplessness...
The blood powder splashed, was affected by the golden blade, was crushed into ashes, melted into smoke, and disappeared into this space when blown by the wind.
Both body and soul are destroyed.
No more traces will be left.
The blade spread out like water, and the frightened faces of Fang Wu and Fang Shen, two disciples of Bodhi Courtyard Guangming, disappeared in a flash, and their entire bodies melted after being hit by the golden water wave.
The surviving city guards around, as well as Wu Zhenshan, Chen Zuoshi and others, all had their mouths wide open and their whole bodies were trembling.
He opened his mouth to shout, but no shout came out.
The golden wave of light passed over them like a phantom, without harming a single hair, and returned to the Yanyang knife in Zhang Kun's hand.
The sky is clear.
"Qiang..."
The knife is sheathed.
