Chapter 615 : That Moon White Monk's Robe that is otherwise dusty!
With one sword, a man thought to be a virtual god-level expert was killed, and his spirit and soul were destroyed.
In the battlefield, Chu Rui, the only one who was not confused by the sound of Huang Wu's piano, took a breath of cold air in an instant.
Damn, this is so strong and cruel.
"A sword shatters the void,... grass, this is a master-level swordsman, he is invincible, scattered..."
An unparalleled sword directly killed the False God-level master. The dark wizard and the night werewolf, who knew the vampire thoroughly, broke out in a cold sweat. Their strength was still high, but among the brothers, they could be killed with one sword. It would be no problem for the vampire to kill them, but what frightened them the most was the extremely terrifying strength displayed by Feng Tian.
Previously, they were still wondering why Wei Mao's light sword made them feel so powerless, giving them a feeling that they could not resist in any way. Now, they finally understood, maybe that soul-stirring sword The sound of the piano is one reason, but the real fundamental reason is the crushing momentum. Ever since Fengtian stepped down from the sky step by step into the clouds, a situation has been formed that enveloped them all. Game, when Fengtian's situation climbed to its peak, that is when they completely entered the game.
Today's world is completely a battlefield dominated by Fengtian. The realm is similar to the realm, but it is different from the realm. The realm is where you completely dominate this space. However, the power displayed by Fengtian is not the same as the realm. Otherwise, now, even if someone strong in the field comes, they can't break Fengtian's absolute control over this area, unless they can break his Taoist heart and shatter his sword intention.
What is a master of swordsmanship? A sword that dominates the world and is invincible.
What is a kendo master? He has no sword in his hand but a sword in his heart.
What is a master of swordsmanship? Everything can be a sword.
However, this only shows the realm of kendo masters among warriors. For a true kendo master, the measure of whether he has entered the realm of a master is the void. Fengtian shattered the void with his sword, which has already explained everything. He is Master of swordsmanship.
The sword is the king of hundreds of weapons. Even though there are thousands of sword techniques, there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine types out of ten thousand. They are all extremely deadly and sharp. Fengtian is no exception. The previous With that sword, even Chu Rui, who was very far away, felt frightened.
The remaining eight masters, who were so frightened that they almost lost their wits, didn't have much fighting spirit in the first place, and it goes without saying that they didn't have much fighting spirit at this moment.
The enemy had such a weakness, how could Fengtian not seize this opportunity, jump his steps, and immediately move forward.
The hand rises, the strength gathers, the sword roars, and the sword falls.
A powerful slash of the void, completed in one go.
"ah……"
The strong man with giant blood screamed in agony. Even though his body was as hard as iron, under this sword, it was as if it were made of paper. His intestines were ripped open by Fengtian's sword and he was split into two.
Damn it.
Having learned from the mistakes of vampires and strong men, the remaining seven, no, it should be six, were so frightened that their souls fled and scattered like birds and beasts.
"Monk, why don't you run away."
Fengtian stood with a sword in his hand and saw that the old monk in the moon-white monk's robe not only did not leave, but stepped forward. Although his face did not change, his eyes fluctuated. He was no longer as cold as before, as if the god of death had come. .
"Amitabha, the sea of suffering is boundless. I have fallen into the evil world of mortals. What I have done today has made it impossible for me to reach the Land of Ultimate Bliss and see my Buddha. My Taoism has been shattered and my faith has been lost. What is the difference between living and dead? In this case, why don't you give up this body? Skin, go to Abi Hell to repay the sinful debts of this life."
The old monk's expression was indifferent, as if he was not affected by Fengtian's world-shattering sword intent and raging violence at all. His voice was gentle and calm, and there was no trace of fluctuation on his face. His eyes were extremely deep and showed no concern for life. He has no fear of death. He is a transcendent person who sees through everything.
"admire."
Fengtian's expression did not change at all. He looked at the old monk in front of him, who was not stained by a speck of dust and whose moon-white monk's robe was still elegant and free of filth, just like a green lotus in a troubled world. There was a look of respect in his eyes.
cut.
A wave of his hand, an unceremonious blow.
The sharp sword energy burst out instantly and struck the old monk directly in the chest.
There was no splash of blood, no splash of limbs.
Fengtian's sword, full of internal energy, directly destroyed the old monk's vitality, but did not hurt his body. Perhaps, even he did not want the pure and elegant moon-white monk's robe to be contaminated by the blood of the orangutan. .
"Thank you so much, donor."
The old monk was forced to come here. Even though he had Buddha in his heart, it was against his true intention. If he did not die, those who threatened him would still threaten him after he returned. If he did not die, he would not rest. Therefore, death was his only option. The choice, moreover, went against his original intention and forced him to abandon his beliefs. This was already worse than death. For him, death was a kind of relief.
He was killed by Fengtian, but the old monk didn't have the slightest resentment, let alone any hatred. He looked at Fengtian, and seemed to understand the eyes of this so-called "companion" who came with him this time. With a devilish look in his eyes, he couldn't help but smile gratefully and bow.
He was killed by Fengtian, but he was thanking Fengtian and saluting him. No one found such a strange scene unbelievable. On the contrary, they thought it was natural.
"……Amitabha……"
Putting his hands together for the last time, the old monk's white beard and eyebrows fluttered in the wind. He did not raise his head to look at the sky, because he felt that he was no longer worthy to look at the Buddha. Instead, he chose to look down at the ground, as if he could not wait to enter purgatory to pay for his sins.
Buzz…
Fengtian raised the sword in his hand with a solemn expression, the sword energy roared and the sword screamed. This is the greatest respect a swordsman has for his opponent and the greatest farewell gift. Even though the old monk did not fight with him, he regarded it as a A respectable opponent died in his hands, yes, it was an opponent. The strong man of vampire and giant blood whom he killed before could not even be called an opponent in Fengtian's eyes.
Under the sound of the sword, the vitality of a generation of eminent monks disappeared, and their souls returned to the nine heavens.
Fengtian did not stop, but he did not jump over the corpse of the vampire like before, but walked over step by step, slowly walking past the old monk's body that was still standing with his hands clasped together and his head lowered. Walked over.
