Chapter 639 Buddhism is the most holy, Buddha's anger lotus
Feng Yu stood up, wiped the red color from the corner of his mouth, and smiled like a man-eating beast. That look made the white-faced monk behind him also frown. This was the first time he saw someone with such a demonic nature. It was simply worse than
His father was even worse.
"kill!"
Turning his gaze to Jiang Chen, Feng Yu slashed over with his sword and hit the spear, causing Jiang Chen's jaw to go numb.
"You have already reached the Dongxuan Realm, there is no way you can be so strong! This is impossible!"
Feng Yu's demonstrated strength was much better than Jiang Chen's, which made him very angry who had been praised by others since he was a child. He wanted to kill him quickly. He raised his gun and collided head-on with Feng Yu who was charging towards him.
The Zhao brothers and Lei Tianzhu have already rushed to the rebel army ahead. In their view, His Highness is so powerful that they no longer need to add fuel to the fire once he has taken action. The most important thing is to be able to restore the disadvantage, and to repel the Jin-Xia coalition forces is the most important thing.
The key to preserving Qingzhou.
Feng Yu and Jiang Chen, two of the most powerful people of the younger generation, didn't have any moves. They just collided with each other. Their bodies were completely touching each other. Jun Xie's sword and spear were both smashed.
When they went out, the two began to fight each other with their fists, one punch and one palm. The white clothes and armor on their bodies were all in tatters, but neither of them wanted to admit defeat, gritting their teeth and holding on.
Feng Yu's Shocking Palm Technique shuttles back and forth, and the Shaolin Dragon Claw hand is a grappling technique. It has some advantages, but it is not obvious. In the face of the absolute cultivation level, it is still recovered, and the sword is lost in the hand.
The swordsman's strength will be greatly reduced. Feng Yu has not yet practiced to the point where the heaven, earth and air can be used as a sword, and Jiang Chen will not give him this opportunity.
A punch to the chest, a palm to the shoulder; a kick to the arm, and a headbutt to the head.
The children looked like they were fighting, but they couldn't help but show their anger. There were holes all around, and no one around them dared to help. The white-faced monk watched the two people's fighting spirit and stayed at the city gate.
The group of scholars in white clothes looked at Feng Yu's arrogance, Yu Baimei laughed and said: "Life is full of energy, it should be like this, wonderful! How magnificent!"
This hand-to-hand fight didn't last long. Jiang Chen punched Feng Yu in the chest with all his strength. Feng Yu also hit Jiang Chen's heart with both feet. Both of them were thrown away and fell heavily to the ground.
Vomiting blood profusely.
While watching everyone one by one, Feng Yu was the only one who stood up in the end. Jiang Chen struggled, but still couldn't get up. Feng Yu sneered, his blood-red eyes were particularly evil, and with a big move, Jun Xie Sword returned to his
With his hand in hand, he staggered step by step to Jiang Chen's side and stabbed him with his sword.
A strange figure rushed out, sucked Jiang Chen in, and struck Feng Yu with a palm. The white-faced monk immediately took action and blocked the palm with his indestructible body.
A seemingly inconspicuous slap actually broke the indestructible white-faced monk that few people had ever broken!
Terrifying power exploded between heaven and earth. Feng Yu fainted and was carried back to the city gate by Bai Mian. Many people were affected. Some soldiers with little cultivation were bleeding from their orifices on the spot and lost their vitality.
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"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
Among the Shanxi-Xia coalition forces, the retreat horn sounded, and the hundreds of thousands of troops finally retreated like a tide. On the prairie, everyone alive cheered, celebrating the victory of this desperate struggle.
With the help of the ghost doctor scholar Liao Zaihua, Qin Wuliang almost wiped out all the enemy forces in You Rongdao, which was considered a great victory. Except for Li Bi'an and later reinforcements, there were not many left in Zuo Rongdao, and they suffered heavy losses. , but few coalition forces withdrew.
In comparison, this prairie is the most brutal scene of the battle. It can be said that there is no place to set foot every step of the way, and the number of dead bodies has reached such a level. It can be said that the Beifu soldiers were overturned in one day. , the remaining strength is less than one-third of the original strength. Of the 500,000 Jin-Xia coalition forces, only half of them retreated this time, and the number of casualties is much the same as that of Qingzhou.
I don’t know how much time passed, but Feng Ao flew back dusty and dusty. His face was obviously much pale to the naked eye.
"Where is my disciple? Is he okay?"
Qin Wuliang and Wang Xiu had returned to Tianqiong Pass with their army. The military tent was filled with doctors and wounded everywhere. Seeing Feng Ao coming back, he pointed to a tent not far away.
Feng Ao strode in and felt a little distressed when he saw Feng Yu lying there.
"Many of the bones in his body are broken. I'm afraid he won't be able to get off the ground for a hundred days."
"I'll go find Yun Chong and ask him to treat Xiaoyu. He must have a way!"
"Senior Feng, His Highness's internal injuries are not too serious. He can recover with his own strength. It is only a matter of time. However, his ribs are almost completely broken. To be able to stand up and continue fighting at that level is beyond the limits of the human body. It can be regarded as... It's a miracle, but it also undoubtedly aggravated his injuries and damaged his muscles and bones."
Wu Xin chased after Lei Zhong, and the two fought from day to night, which was several times longer than the fight between Feng Ao and Wu Yong.
"Smelly monk, you really want to have trouble with me!"
"Everyone from Raimon should die!"
A silver-white Buddha statue shines between heaven and earth. Moistened by the Buddha's light, Wuxin's aura returns to the top again, and even has a tendency to climb upwards.
Lei Zhong has never seen someone who wants to kill him like this. Even though both of them were injured, he still chased him to the coalition base camp. He really wasn't afraid of death.
Someone down there has prepared bows and arrows. With a command, thousands of arrows are fired!
Even if Wu Xin was pierced by an arrow, he still had to put some paint on Lei Zhong's body to relieve his anger.
More and more feather arrows were directed at Wu Xin. Wu Xin's indestructible body was only able to block it with all its strength, and was unable to launch any more attacks. Even the Buddha statue was accidentally broken.
Wu Xin looked at Lei Zhong getting further and further away, and another person rushed up. It was the ghost figure who rescued Jiang Chen.
He waved his right hand, and just like breaking the white-faced monk's indestructible body, a very inconspicuous palm print flew out.
Wu Xin's Dharma was destroyed, and he was pushed back for dozens of miles before he stabilized his figure in the sky. The arrow rain arrived in an instant, and many of them had penetrated his body, and blood stains burst out.
When the white-faced monk arrived, it was already a step too late. Wuxin's eyes suddenly became clear. He glanced at the white-faced monk and smiled, "Kid, don't worry."
The silver-white Buddha statue had dispersed, but what rose next was a golden statue, surrounded by a light purple aura.
Bai Mian was very surprised when he saw this scene. He already knew about the master's uncle becoming a demon, but how could it be such a pure Shaolin martial arts at this time? And there was a vague shadow of reaching the holy sect of Buddhism. Could it be that the master's uncle was going to become that at this moment? Saint? The most holy person in Buddhism is the realm of heaven and man in the rivers and lakes!
The foundation of Shaolin is unknown, but the saint has hardly appeared to the world for thousands of years, and it is not known whether he has.
"Who said that there is only one side of the saint? There are thousands of Buddhas, even the angry eyes of Vajra are also saints!"
Lotus blossoms bloomed around the golden Buddha image, more and more, so many that they submerged the sky.
Feng Ao and others also walked out, looked at the sky, and had some vague guesses in their hearts. The closer they got to that level, the stronger this feeling became.
"That golden light is full of Buddhist power. Could it be that there is a Buddha who wants to become a saint?"
"I met two of the monks who came here today, Wu Xin and Bai Mian. He should be one of them. Wu Xin is obsessed with killing. It seems that he will be the Bai Mian monk, but his conduct is not what he should be."
Among the lotuses surrounded by Wuxin Dharma, a red dot appeared on the white figure. The red dot gradually expanded and became bigger and bigger, until it was so big that it covered the entire lotus. It turned out to be a cluster of sparks.
The lotus turns into sparks, dyeing the night into day!
"Buddha's Angry Fire Lotus!"
With the supreme Dharma given by Wu Xin, Fire Lotus had already achieved great success and began to fall towards the location of the coalition camp.
That ghostly figure was none other than Lei Zidao, the leader of the Lei Sect. Apart from him, no one had the level of cultivation to be able to break Wu Xin's Vajra Body with one palm. At this moment, he was looking at the sea of flames filling the sky, and the suppressive power of Heaven's Dao in it made him
He felt scared and yearned for it.
He led Lei Zhong and other experts to release his true energy with all his strength, forming an oval-shaped shield of Gangqi, trying to block the sea of fire.
"The fire of karma is endless and cleanses away sins."
When the flames hit the Gang Qi shield, even the true Qi began to burn at the weak point, and became more and more intense.
"Everyone, try harder! He is not the Holy Saint of Buddhism, he is just burning himself!"
The white-faced monk silently recited the Buddha's name without stopping him. He knew that Uncle Master's persistence lies in Leimen. Now that he has finally given up the devil's way, his will for revenge cannot be wiped out. Lei Zidao is here, and this is what he has tried his best to do.
The only chance to go all out.
Some of the silent karma fire fell to the ground, and soon burned on the coalition soldier through the true energy, and even water had no effect.
Lei Zidao looked at the soldiers who had become burning men, waved his hand and threw them away directly, not wanting to be implicated by them.
"Don't let these fire people get close to us. This is Buddhist karma fire. It spreads through true energy, but it can only be suppressed by more powerful true energy. Once the weakness is broken, we will all be burned to death here.
Under the fire of karma!"
Who doesn't want to live? Those who were burned became the stepping stones for their survival.
The power of the karmic fire will eventually be exhausted, Wuxin's body shape in the sky has become increasingly blurred, and the Dharma has gradually faded away.
He smiled slightly, made a gesture of holding flowers in his hands, and suddenly said, "Amitabha, this poor monk is willing to go to the underworld to atone for his sins."
It turned into a relic, but the pure energy intensified the burning of the karmic fire.
Lei Zidao didn't expect that he would risk his life. In desperation, he used the Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder to wrap up the karma fire layer by layer. He suddenly stretched out his hand and threw Lei Zhong out. The half-step heavenly man's strength was brought into full play.
, using Lei Zhong as the bait and Xuan Lei as the guide, finally stopped the spread of Karma Fire. This chapter has been completed!