The three of Fa Kong stood on the boulder and watched the sword array in action. This was just the running-in of small sword arrays, and the power already made them nod.
"I didn't expect this sword formation to be so powerful." Monk Yuande sighed with emotion.
He and Fakong studied the sword formation for a period of time before arriving.
This sword formation can be said to be the result of the wisdom of three people, with Fakong as the leader and the eldest prince Hu Houqing and monk Yuande as assistants.
Although I have studied it, but after actually practicing it, the power reached such a level, it still made Monk Yuande amazed.
Because this sword formation looks very simple, it requires tacit understanding, and it is amazing that these top masters have perfect tacit understanding.
Fakong smiled: "How about the three of us being their opponents?"
"Very good." Hu Houqing said.
He was already ready to try out the power of this sword array.
Fakong stretched out his hand: "Prince, Master, please——!"
Monk Yuande's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his broad yellow robes were bulging out, as if they were constantly being inflated.
He glanced at everyone like lightning.
As far as I can see, the top players in Dayong Dayong Dayun and Dayun have been disrupted.
Six people form a team. Among the six people, some have three Dayong masters and three Dayun masters as a team. Sometimes three Dayong masters are in a team with two Dayun masters and one Dagan master. Some have three Dayong masters as a team. The master and a big cloud form a team of two big masters.
In short, there is no pattern at all, and it seems extremely chaotic. However, after forming a team, they have a tacit understanding, as if they are the right people.
Therefore, there is no way to specifically target the Dayong masters, we can only find a random place to attack.
As a result, his body formed together and flew to the left like a goshawk, punching out in mid-air.
An exquisite and exquisite golden lotus flew out of his fist, grew in the wind in mid-air, expanded rapidly, and when it approached, it turned into a huge golden lotus and enveloped several teams.
"Bang bang bang bang..." Amidst the muffled sound, the two six-man teams who were fighting suddenly stopped, turned around and faced the punch, blocking the shadow of the fist.
This six-person team is all about boxing and kicking, and has no weapons.
The golden lotus was cut and smashed by them, turning into golden fragments floating in the air like golden confetti.
These golden fragments were broken but not scattered, flying in the air and scattered around several teams.
These six-person teams didn't care and didn't sense the threat of these golden fragments.
Monk Yuande folded in the air, pointed his toes, and borrowed strength from the void. He suddenly jumped up to two feet high again, and punched in the air again.
Another golden lotus floated out and swelled in the wind.
This golden lotus is like a whirlpool, violently pulling the golden fragments floating in the void, solidifying itself.
The two teams came up to meet him, but their expressions changed slightly. Two more teams followed, but they were two teams holding swords.
"Chichi!"
"Bang bang!"
The golden lotus was shattered again.
The golden fragments are floating in the air, never falling or disappearing.
There are twice as many pieces as before.
Then Monk Yuande punched again, this punch was even more powerful, and it took eight six-man squads to block it.
After blocking it, the golden fragments were still flying one after another, broken but not scattered. They tried to stir them up but couldn't.
Fakong smiled.
The Great Golden Lotus Divine Fist is really powerful, it is like a snowball, getting stronger and stronger. It blocks one punch but cannot block the second punch, blocks the second punch but cannot block the third punch, each punch is stronger than the last, and the power is stacked. , there is always a punch that cannot be blocked.
Hu Houqing praised: "He is worthy of being the holy monk of Yuande!"
He was not clear about Monk Yuande's cultivation and could not sense the depth of Monk Yuande. There was an invisible force blocking Monk Yuande.
However, Monk Yuande is still young and is famous for his exquisite Buddhist teachings, not martial arts.
But as a disciple and pillar of the Daimiaolian Temple, the first sect of Dayong, his martial arts skills must not be too bad, otherwise Buddhism will not be as profound as it is.
For sects such as Daimyolian Temple and Daxueshan, martial arts is the practice of Buddhism. If martial arts is not accomplished, it is empty talk to say that Buddhism is profound.
If Buddhism is profound, martial arts must be profound. This is the true depth of Buddhism.
Now looking at Monk Yuan De's three punches, Hu Houqing already knew that Monk Yuan De's cultivation was indeed stronger than his own, and he was worthy of being a divine monk.
The Great Golden Lotus Divine Fist punched one after another, getting stronger and stronger, and its coverage area became wider and wider, eventually covering more than 40 teams.
Thirty-six teams fought hard to stop his fist shadow. The shadow of the fist became stronger and stronger in the end, and they had to cooperate with each other.
The teams cooperated with each other, with the team as the basic unit, and the six teams formed a large formation, forming a total of six brigades.
Fakong smiled and shook his head. This was already Monk Yuande's limit, but it was not enough. The pressure was far from enough.
He pushed gently with both hands.
A soft force fell on Monk Yuande.
Monk Yuande felt his whole body suddenly swell, and powerful force poured into his body instantly, squeezing his own Gang Qi to only one tenth.
These Gang Qi did not disappear, but were compressed, ten times compressed at once, and their power was of course even more amazing.
The shadow of the Great Golden Lotus Divine Fist suddenly brightened, and it was so golden that it was difficult to look directly at it.
The top masters of the six teams suddenly changed their expressions. They discovered that this punch was so powerful that it actually hurt themselves.
He couldn't hold on after another punch, so the six brigades cooperated again to form a larger sword formation.
This is like small lotuses that are grouped together to form a big lotus, and the power is naturally doubled.
They could barely block the Great Golden Lotus Divine Fist and were in a stalemate with each other.
Fakong turned to look at Hu Houqing and said with a smile: "Your Highness, shall we take action too?"
"Okay." Hu Houqing nodded solemnly.
My own cultivation is not as good as that of Monk Yuande. If I cannot suppress so many people, the remaining people will turn to Master Fang Kong.
If the three of us cannot suppress them, then they must be unconvinced and find it difficult to truly cooperate.
Thinking of this, he no longer held back, jumped up, pushed hard with both palms, and suddenly a wave of air surged out, then pushed again, and another wave of air came out, chasing the air wave in front, and caught up in the blink of an eye.
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He pushed out his palms nine times in a row, and the nine layers of air waves were superimposed and enveloped more than two hundred people, forcing them to use their palms or swords to attack.
Fakong looked at them with a smile and shook his head.
They are too soft.
A ball of light suddenly appeared in his right palm, as soft as moonlight, shining like a bright moon falling into a lake.
The right palm slowly stretched out and suddenly trembled.
This ball of light suddenly dispersed to both sides, forming a lightsaber, as if a long sword carved from ice was reflected in the sunlight.
He just threw it away.
The lightsaber turned into a white light and shot towards the crowd.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
"Ah!"
"Go!"
"ah!"
…
Screams sounded continuously, and wherever the white light passed, figures flew up or fell to the ground screaming.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of top players fell to the ground.
The white light turned in a circle and fell back into Fakong's hand, revealing its original appearance, a white Yaoyao lightsaber.
He nodded with satisfaction.
The combination of this small sword control technique and the Haoyang Divine Sword is truly amazing.
Then he shook his head and said dissatisfied: "When the dragon was born, it was much faster than this sword. You can't react."
The top experts who fell to the ground gritted their teeth and stood up, trying to suppress the shock in their hearts.
I have never seen such wonderful swordsmanship.
This is no longer a secular swordsmanship, but a method in myths and legends.
The power of the Haoyang Divine Sword comes from the heart, especially in the Xiaoxitian Paradise, and it is purely determined by his mind.
The injuries they suffered were all blunt impact injuries, with no penetrating injuries, so the warm power penetrated them and they recovered quickly.
Fakong raised his voice and said: "And over there, be careful, I won't give you time to prepare."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand, and the lightsaber in his hand once again turned into a white light and shuttled through the crowd.
Wherever he passed, there were still figures flying around, no one was spared, and no one was invincible.
When the lightsaber returned to his hand, more than a thousand people present were all injured and fell to the ground. No one was spared.
Everyone gnashed their teeth and was extremely unconvinced.
It's just a white light that looks light and fluttering. Even if it is solidified, it is not a real long sword. How could it not be blocked?
But when I actually encountered it, I realized that the long sword transformed by white light was as heavy as a stone, pressing down like a mountain, with no resistance.
Under such vast power, even the most exquisite moves are useless.
This is the so-called one force to defeat ten groups, using strength to defeat cleverness.
Fa Kong sheathed his sword and smiled.
Monk Yuande and Hu Houqing also stopped, stood next to Fakong, and looked at the lightsaber curiously.
Fa Kong smiled and handed the lightsaber in his hand to Monk Yuande.
He took it with interest, and it was as light as nothing in his hand. It was lighter than cotton. If he closed his eyes, he would not feel its existence.
He shook it and handed it to Hu Houqing.
Hu Houqing took it, held the hilt of the sword and waved it twice, then stretched out his left palm and struck the palm of his left hand with the sword.
The lightsaber passed through the left palm without any hindrance.
This is indeed a ray of light, not an actual sword.
"This..." He looked at Fa Kong in confusion.
This kind of light doesn't feel strange when it touches the body. How come it is so powerful when it is in Fakong's hands?
A ball of light lit up in Fakong's right palm, then expanded, and finally turned into a long sword, which was no different from the long sword in Hu Houqing's hand.
Fakong glanced at the people who were standing up slowly, with unconvinced faces, shook his head and said: "You are still far away, come again!"
He threw it again, and the lightsaber turned into a white light and shot out.
This time, everyone dodged to prevent the white light from touching them, otherwise they would fly out.
But they could avoid the first white light, but they couldn't avoid the second white light.
The long sword in Hu Houqing's hand also turned into a white light and shot out.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
"Ahhhh..."
Muffled sounds and screams sounded continuously, and they fell to the ground again, their faces twisted in pain.
Fakong looked at them with a smile.
He could feel the confidence coming to him.
As expected, people in the martial arts still fear power rather than virtue. If they want to believe in themselves, strength is the foundation, followed by Buddhism.
Two white lights suddenly collided in the air and condensed into a white light. The white light became brighter and dazzling.
The combination of the two white lights is faster and more powerful.
Originally, being hit by it would fly one meter, but now it will fly two meters, the damage will be doubled, and the recovery will be slower.
Fakong retracted the light sword and slowly penetrated it into the palm of his hand. He looked down at the people who fell on the ground and said calmly: "Your previous cooperation was only mediocre. It is far from being able to block my sword. What?
Only when you can block my sword can you hope to block the dragon."