This earth-shattering knife cut into a Buddhist bead!
The beads were cut in half and rolled into the water.
At the same time, Xing Ji was hit by a flying blow and fell from the air.
Everyone's eyes followed the beads, and their minds went blank.
What's this?
Where did it come from?
No one thought about this problem.
This sword failed, the opportunity has been lost, what should we do?
How to deal with the devil when he escapes from trouble?
No one is thinking about this kind of problem.
As for the guardian envoy who was in charge of the overall situation, he was shot down and fell from a high altitude. His life and death were uncertain, and no one paid even more attention.
The prosecutors and military attachés who were wielding swords around were all focused on following the beads with their eyes, as if the beads were the only treasure in the world, a drop of nectar in the severe drought. There was no room for anything else in their eyes and no room for any thoughts in their minds.
, just looking at the Buddhist beads that were split into two halves.
Something's wrong, something's wrong!
Tang Zhao felt uncomfortable all over and sweat dripped from his forehead, but he couldn't keep his eyes away from the beads. He always felt that if he didn't stare at the beads, there would be nothing to see in the world.
Ahhhh——
its not right!
Originally, his mind should have been blank, and he could not even think. But there was still a lingering feeling in his heart, which was very uncomfortable. The discomfort made his subconscious painful, as if someone was on his lap while he was sleeping.
He stabbed him with a knife, allowing him to retain some sense of consciousness.
What is that kind of discomfort? I feel uncomfortable in my bones, and I want to go crazy with disgust...
Yes - sin!
What a terrible sin, press it on me!
With a fierce wave, a Haechi jumped out, then turned into a stone statue and pressed down somewhere.
In the air, it seemed to be disturbed by something. It wanted to turn around and follow the direction of the prayer beads, but at that moment it had turned into a stone and could no longer turn around. It just pressed down like this——
boom!
For a moment, it felt normal!
Tang Zhao's attention suddenly turned away from the beads, and then he saw Xingji, who was about to fall into the water, only a few feet away from Jiaolong's head.
Not caring about anything else, Tang Zhao shouted: "Sword Controlling Technique - Rainbow Transformation!"
Tang Zhao and the Haezhi sword turned into a clear black and white rainbow light, passing through the air, and in an instant they were close to the water. At the critical moment, Xing Ji was fished out.
Xing Ji was attacked from behind, but he was only knocked away and not seriously injured because Tang Zhao used his last bit of consciousness to throw a magic weapon to help him block the attack. In addition, they, real swordsmen, have Gang
Qi protects the body, and after two bufferings, the body will be fine.
The moment before he was caught by Tang Zhao, Xing Ji had already woken up and forcefully swung his sword. A beast jumped out and dragged him and Tang Zhao high into the sky.
However, when they reached high altitude, the two of them looked at the overall situation, and their eyes were about to burst.
The iron chain array on the river was completely loose. The iron chains were loosely suspended on the river. The river flowed like a broken ice, and the iron ropes tied to the dragon were also hanging weakly. The dragon did not return to the water again, but
His beard and hair were spread out, and he stared at Xingji like a volcano erupting.
The thin layer of suppressed flames on its body has been completely extinguished.
The terrifying aura emanated from the dragon's body, casting an irresistible shadow on people's hearts.
The time has passed!
All previous efforts are in vain!
Xingji's heart was bleeding, and the beast roared behind him. However, compared with the dragon whose body was gradually entangled in clouds and mist, it was not even a big cat.
Turning his eyes, he found the culprit.
In the air, a monk in white clothes sat cross-legged in the air. The moonlight slanted on his side, and a jade plate reflected a soul-stirring light.
Xing Ji was furious in his heart, but his face was very calm, and he said: "Holy Moon Sect?"
The white-clothed monk said: "Amitabha, please be polite to the envoy. The poor monk Shengyuejiao Yunxi Xiangzhu."
Xingji felt the coolness brought by the dragon's mist behind him, commanded the formation to disperse with the light of his sword, and said: "It turns out - it's you scum that are responsible for this."
The monk in white said: "It's not the poor monk who is causing trouble, but the benefactor and others who are mentally retarded."
Xing Ji's eyebrows rose up and he almost couldn't help but curse. Tang Zhao continued: "Is there any obstacle in your knowledge?"
The monk in white clothes put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, my little benefactor actually knows the principles of Zen. Those who know the obstacles are not tainted by ignorance in the realm of knowledge. All wisdom is not hindered, but Nirvana is not hindered. Although there are such obstacles, it is because of seeing the voice-hearers, etc., and achieving Nirvana."
What you know, see, and hear are all mental obstacles. Only by letting go of the attachments in your heart can you achieve purity and great enlightenment."
Although Tang Zhao had heard some Buddhist principles and read a few scriptures, how could he really learn Buddhism? Hearing the sound of chanting sutras, he was originally impatient, but for some reason, he couldn't help but listen to what the monk said.
I want to listen. Gradually, my ears can no longer accommodate other sounds, and I devote myself wholeheartedly to the ordinary preaching of the monk in white.
No, no!
This time he reacted faster, and the disgusting and violent feeling in his heart did not disappear, hindering his mental concentration just like a toothache.
"ah--"
"drink--"
Tang Zhao and Xingji shouted at the same time, swinging their swords at the same time. As they swung their swords, Biuan and Xiezhi stood side by side, roaring fiercely, breaking the inexplicable atmosphere.
Again... almost got off the mark.
The two of them looked at each other, both feeling scared. This man must be a swordsman, and the kind that disturbs the spirit. He can lead others by the nose without making a sound.
Very annoying direction!
The monk in white clothes said: "Amitabha, you finally have the opportunity to achieve enlightenment, why do you have to go through all kinds of obstacles?"
Tang Zhao didn't wait for him to speak like a lotus flower again, and said: "Sir, you go and subdue the demon first. I am here..."
The white-robed monk said: "I can't go, I can't go. Why bother making the same mistake again and again? The moon god comes from the sky, and it is what the mortal body can ask for? Of course it is in vain. If you can't ask for it, you won't get what you ask for, and if you ask for something, you won't get what you get.
There is great suffering in the world. Idiots, you still don’t understand?”
Xingji suddenly said: "I can't ask for it."
Tang Zhao was startled and said: "What can't you ask for? Ah, he calls you can't ask for it?"
Xingji said coldly: "I can't get the sword, Kuyi. So it's you."
Kuyi put his hands together and said: "It's just a little name, but it won't reach the ears of noble people."
Xing Ji said: "Fame? You can also say that. Although you are only a swordsman, you are the most difficult one. It is said that your sword intention is something you can't ask for. In your swordsmanship, the more you want to get something, the easier it is to lose it.
The more you want to attack something, the less likely you are to hit it. I think it is confusing. You can attract people to see and listen, and draw all the attention to where you want, and then you take advantage of the chaos to fish in troubled waters. You are a
The deceptive monster monk."
His explanation was consistent with Tang Zhao's own guess. To be honest, it wasn't that magical, but it was scary to be in the middle of the game and not be able to react.
This reminded Tang Zhao of Wei Changle's magical weapon. It was so powerful, but sometimes it was almost incomprehensible.
However, Xing Ji’s detailed explanation...
Xing Ji paused and said, "Tang Zhao, do you understand?"
Tang Zhao immediately understood what he meant and said: "I have no problem. You go first and leave this place to me."
Xing Ji rarely smiled and said: "Don't be brave, you won't have anyone to help me when I leave. Don't cry if you are beaten."
Tang Zhao smiled and said: "Are you kidding me? You have worked so hard to train me, so I can't just paddle for the edge, right? At least leave this battlefield to me... Hey, hey, are you walking so fast?"
Before he could finish speaking, Xing Ji had already left in a hurry.
He turned his back to Xing Ji and didn't see Xing Ji's expression.
It was a firm and calm look, and it was also a look of risking life and death without any hesitation.
Tang Zhao didn't see it, but he could understand it.
Ku Dao: "Wait a minute, I didn't ask you to leave..."
"Swordsmanship - Defeat the invasion of the mausoleum!"
Tang Zhao didn't wait for him to make another move, and suddenly made a gesture and took action with his long sword!
The sword light drew an arc in the air, dividing the sky into two.
The arc is clear and long, like a border.
"From now on, no one can pass."
Tang Zhao stood in front of the arc, pointing his sword forward, and said: "This line is my Great Wall. One step back is my homeland. Today, whether it is people or things, if you want to pass here, you must be shattered to pieces."
This is also the swordsmanship of the judge and the swordsmanship of the Haechi sword.
The judge also firmly believes that those who hold swords have the rule of keeping the soil.
So, Lord Judge, how does your sword judge?
Kuyi said thoughtfully: "This... seems familiar!"
He reached out and picked off a Buddhist bead and rolled it forward.
Tang Zhao closed his eyes and let the beads roll before the arc.
laugh--
A sword light flashed in the void, and the Buddhist beads were cut open by the sword light, then shattered into pieces and dissipated in the air.
Tang Zhao opened his eyes with a firm gaze and said: "I don't know what you used to deceive Mr. Xing's prison gate. But I know that his sword can distinguish between the enemy and me. But mine can't. My sword only
Distinguish right from wrong. You can confuse the enemy with us, but you cannot confuse right from wrong. That line is the last line of defense and cannot be trampled on. Even if I retreat because of cowardice, I will still die."
"Don't make mistakes, demon monk, let's fight head-on!"
"The moon god has come, and the poor monk knows it." Kuyi finally sighed: "Then I'll kill you first."
He said, stood up from the air, and walked over.
However, he had already walked forward, and there was an identical monk in the same place.
The monk got up and walked over again. He was still there.
The void was like a cornucopia. There were endless monks. Every time one walked out, there would be another one waiting in the same place. Finally, eighteen monks walked out in a row and surrounded Tang Zhao. Each of the eighteen monks held weapons and Zen staffs.
There are demon-conquering shovels, vajra pestles...the lengths are different, but they are all covered with a layer of golden light, which seems to be a solemn treasure.
The auras of the eighteen people were exactly the same, forming a flawless formation that was airtight.
"I see, it's still the same pattern." Tang Zhao stopped looking carefully. He knew that maybe when he looked carefully at a certain person, his attention would be attracted, and he would always stare at that person, and even be smashed into a pulp by other monks.
Can't react.
To fight this monster monk, you cannot rely on your eyes, ears, or any senses.
"I can only trust you, Lord Judge."
Tang Zhao raised his hand, took out a black and white mask, and fastened it on his face, covering all his senses.
Judgment of good and evil, right and wrong, right and wrong - judge!