The Daxia Imperial City, Zhiming Hou Mansion, is getting closer and closer to the war, and the Hou Mansion is surprisingly calm. Ning Chen spent most of his time resting and resting, preparing for the coming battle.

Mu Chengxue is coming, and there are more and more silences. Many times, she doesn’t say a word, just stand quietly in the room, looking at the direction of the palace, and falls into memories and meditation.

Xia Ziyi was in seclusion before leaving, and the demonic atmosphere inside and outside the secret room was surging. The emperor was in a demon with his body and devoted his best to win the last hope for the world.

In a crucial battle, the three of them carried the sustenance of many powerful people in the world. The terrifying strength of Pluto made people unable to see any light. This battle will be the most critical showdown between humans and gods.

In the study, if you open the door and bring the cooked bitter tea, and place it next to Zhiming's life.

"Mr. Marquis, does your head still hurt?" Ruo Xi's beautiful face flashed with a hint of unbearableness and said softly.

"It's okay, I can hold on." Ning Chen opened his eyes and said calmly.

Ruoxi picked up the bitter tea, tears in her eyes unconsciously overflowed, and said, "Ruoxi's identity is low and he has been kept in the Marquis's Mansion. He is not qualified to say more, but Ruoxi still begs the Marquis to come back alive no matter what."

She knew that the enemy the marquis had to face this time was different from the past. This was a real god, a god that humans had never won before, whether in myth or reality.

Ning Chen stood up, walked to the window, looked at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, and said, "Ruoxi, do you know when the darkest time of a night?"

Ruoxi shook her head and said softly, "I don't know."

Ning Chen's eyes flashed with fatigue and sighed, "It's before dawn"

This is his last responsibility. The world needs a hope. He cannot guarantee whether he can come back alive. However, even if they cannot come back, they will leave a trace of light to the world. The world cannot be destroyed, and dawn will eventually come.

The hometown of West Buddha, outside the Tianfo Mountain where the three-legged tripod of the demon temple and the divine palace, a figure in blue clothes came to me, revealing her extraordinary temperament and making people look at her side.

"In the Eastern Region, Prince Yan of Daxia, please see the Lord of Light." Before Foshan, Prince Yan stopped and said calmly.

"Since I'm here to ask for a visit, I should know the rules of Foshan. Please join the formation." A Foshan deacon responded, making way for the way forward and said.

Prince Yan walked forward, his expression as calm as water, without any slight turmoil.

Aman followed quietly behind with a sword frame on his back, and the ancient sword aura flowed, making him extraordinary.

The Three Formations of Foshan are the tests that those who have not been summoned must go through to ask the Lord of Light. Over the past few hundred years, only one person has succeeded.

The first formation was the inner demon refining formation, the moon was seen in the clear sky, and the fragrance of lotus was misty. The two people who entered the formation walked slowly, refining the formation disturbed the heart, and trapped the people who entered the formation.

However, the two walked through the formation without any stop. They blocked the inner demon formation of countless geniuses, but failed to play a role.

"How could this be?" The Lord of Jielu Pavilion frowned, and Buddha Yan became suspicious and puzzled.

In Foshan for thousands of years, countless geniuses have been here, and they have suffered a lot in this inner demon refining formation. This is the first time he has seen such a situation.

In the second formation of Foshan, four Bodhisattvas appeared, with a powerful aura of stunning. Each one was infinitely close to the third innate disaster, and only after the disaster came, they could successfully step in.

Bodhisattvas block the road and the road ahead is blocked. Only by breaking through can you see the Buddha's face.

"Aman" Prince Yan spoke and said calmly.

Aman nodded, put down the sword frame on his body, and retreated obediently without saying a word.

"The four emperors of Jingfeng Pavilion, learn the best skills of the donor" took the Bodhisattva forward and spoke.

"please"

Prince Yan stretched out his hand and said politely.

Please fall, the atmosphere is condensed, the battle will begin, the four emperors of the competition will fight against the contemporary legend of Daxia.

The two green and red swords appeared, dazzling and dazzling. The four of them moved, and the immortal Vajra body shook the two swords, and the sound of fighting sounded.

Prince Yan's two swords faced the four emperors. The sword was brisk and turned heavy in an instant. The constantly changing sword momentum was not stagnant at all. Attack, fierce and powerful, defended, and without any leakage.

The sword on the Shenzhou Sword reappears unparalleled sharpness. The powerful four Buddhist emperors could not stand at the forefront.

"There is such a stunning sword in the world." In the distance, the eyes of the master of Jingfeng Pavilion who was watching the battle flashed in his eyes. Such extraordinary swordsmen are only a handful of people even in the hometown of West Buddha.

At this moment, the light in the sky gathered, and an illusory light and shadow appeared. Although the face was not clear, the powerful and extremely powerful pressure invisibly explained the identity of the visitor.

"Guangzun" the Lord of the Precepts and the Lord of the Jingfeng Lord saluted together and said respectfully.

"Jingfeng, precepts, you two watch the battle carefully, and may be unexpectedly helpful to your two of you're both in their cultivation." A calm voice came out from the light and shadow, and he said.

"yes"

The two of them received the order and responded.

The light and shadow dissipated, and the pressure dissipated. The two masters of Jielu Pavilion and Jingfeng Pavilion stood up and looked at the battle situation in the distance. This time, they became much more serious.

In the Four Imperial Confinement Formation, the strange light exchanged by the two swords passed through the dazzling and brilliant colors. The four Imperial Confinement of the Wuwu Buddhist Sect, light and heavy, constantly changing, one fast and the other sinking, shocking.

When it is fast, it is like riding on the afterimage of the wind. When it is heavy, it turns into a thousand pounds to break the mountain. The four kings compete with four against one, but the more they fight, the more they retreat.

"The Four Emperors are going to lose"

In the distance, the Master of the Jingfeng Pavilion sighed softly. This person obviously had not used all his strength, but was only more powerful, which made it difficult for the Four Emperors to support him. The real strength of this swordsman from a foreign land is definitely no less than that of the Masters of the Foshan Pavilion.

It was not that the Four Emperors were too weak, but that under the suppression of the two swords in this person's hands, he could not even swing half of the energy.

The fast, accurate, simple but amazing moves will not be different in the position of each sword, which is really eye-opening.

Watch the sword for a lifetime, today, I know the sword and the sword.

During the battle, there was a loud noise from the sound of the green sword, and the heavy force of the green sword broke the dilemma. One flew out, the sword edge blocked the throat, and stopped one inch before.

"Seeking the Rebellion" Prince Yan said calmly.

"Amitabha, please" the four of them stopped and respectfully made way for the future.

“Thank you”

Prince Yan thanked him, waved his hand, and returned to the sheath, and walked forward.

Aman stepped forward and raised his sword frame again, smiled at the four of them, and followed.

"Junior sister, don't look at it." Hu Jinbo Bodhisattva glanced at the woman behind him and said.

The woman withdrew her gaze, and a trace of regret flashed across her face, saying, "This girl is really a strange talent for practicing Buddhism, what a pity."

"The state of mind is clear. No matter which path of cultivation you take, it will be the most beautiful unforgettable jade. If this woman is destined to be with me, Foshan, she will definitely come again in the future." The Golden Body Bodhisattva said calmly.

The two people who had gone away did not hear the conversation between the Bodhisattva. The third formation of Foshan arrived and met the Light Lord before meeting the final test was also the most difficult level.

Foshan reached the top and stepped onto the battlefield, but there was no one in front of him. Prince Yan looked anxious and waited patiently.

At this moment, Brahma rain fell from the sky, lotus was born on the ground, and the golden Buddha light shone brightly. Then, a brilliant figure slowly fell down, with a holy breath and a solemn Buddha appearance.

"The last level, please," said the Buddha.

"please"

Seeing that the gatekeeper was extraordinary, Prince Yan's expression became solemn. With a wave of his right hand, the sword frame trembled, Ningyuan flew out, and then a powerful force penetrated into his body, and his body was fully opened and he rose.

The Buddha moves, and lotus grows step by step. The earth under itself continues to rise. The next moment, a stream of light passes by in the Buddha's rain, and the palm is full of vigor, with amazing power.

Prince Yan waved his sword to block the move, and with a bang, the Buddha lotus around the two of them continued to shatter, turning into golden star dots and floating away.

The Buddha's palm shakes the divine edge, one is as heavy as Mount Tai, and the other is as heavy as a condensation. The most extreme strong and powerful confrontation is a battle of moves and can be used as a measure.

There are geniuses in the world, such as the legend of the Great Xia Dynasty and the myths in the sword in the deserted city. They cannot be measured by cultivation, especially when there is a sword in hand, it is almost synonymous with invincibility.

Buddha is also extraordinary. He uses his palm to shake the sword. He does not fall in the wind in his moves. The sword is fast, the palm is fast, and the sword is strong, and the palm is also strong.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them still couldn't decide the outcome. The sword palms clashed, and the aftermath storm and the Buddha lotus disappeared.

"Bodhicitta Zen, in one thought"

The Buddha showed his ultimate move, and the scattered Buddha lotus condensed again, and realized the Tao with one thought, and reappeared the supreme Buddhist Dharma of Buddhism.

The word "吉" manifests, constantly turning around the two people, and the lotus corresponds to each other, radiating thousands of lights, illuminating Foshan,

"One sword bans martial arts, there is no way in the world"

Prince Yan swung his sword to condense the Yuan, and the same ultimate move, the endless black light dispersed, the move of forbidden martial arts and destroying Taoism appeared again in the world.

The two of them retreated together, and then the Buddha's light rose again, and a Supreme Golden Roll fell from the sky.

The golden scroll spreads, and the Buddha's words are flying out in the sky, each word is a mantra, or a merciful Bodhisattva, or a angrily Vajra. The Buddhist legendary holy moves manifested around the Buddha.

"My Buddha sails with kindness and will save the world without any ulterior motives."

Ten thousand Buddhas enter the mortal world, the Buddha's Dharma realizes the great way, the Buddha's light is everywhere, illuminating the heaven and earth, and the most holy move comes down.

Prince Yan narrowed his eyes, Ningyuan shook, and three swords flew out from the sword frame not far away, and then Ningyuan trembled and turned into a meteor soaring into the sky.

"Four swords move the world, the world falls together"

The sword light fell, and the move of the world appeared again. Suddenly, the four swords shook the four directions, Foshan swayed, and the earth collapsed a hundred feet apart.

When the two poles meet, the heaven and earth are in tragic. At the top of Foshan, the rocks continue to collapse, crisscrossing, reaching thousands of feet away.

The dust and sand fell, and the turbulent Foshan returned to peace. The battle situation was not decided by the winner and loser, and the final chapter was marked.

"Extraordinary Sword Man" said the Buddha.

"The glory is too honorable" Prince Yan said calmly.

"Oh"

The Buddha smiled faintly, but saw the dazzling light, the Buddha's appearance changed. A young man led the Buddha out, and his powerful aura was only several times far away.

Guangzun, Guangzun, Tianfoshan, the strongest man with the Great Perfection of the Three Disasters, and the Supreme Buddha, who is ranked alongside the Lord of the Demon Temple and the Lord of the Divine Palace, finally realizes his own Dharma image.

"So young." Aman glanced at Guangzun's true appearance and glanced curiously, then couldn't help but mutter in a low voice.

Guangzun chuckled, what a clear-minded little girl. It was the first time he had seen someone who had no sense of pressure on him since he entered the Great Perfection of the Three Disasters.

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