"Boom!" The red arrow shot into the crowd and exploded suddenly!
A huge spark bloomed in the night, its petals burst out, and beams of dazzling red light rushed out like meteors. The air waves rushed wildly, making sharp whistling sounds, and colliding with each other in the crowd. The people on the ground
The stream steamed instantly, and countless jets of hot air shot into the sky, shrouding the surrounding area in billowing white smoke.
Bing Fengzi stood proudly on the top of a cypress tree, held the bow in his left hand, and pulled the string with his right palm again like a full moon. The pure and turbid qi in his body intertwined and flowed to his fingers, and a bright orange arrow was born out of thin air.
It is the Seven-Light Divine Arrow that Bingfengzi is famous for! It uses pure Qi as the bones, turbid Qi as the flesh, uses the seven-color light collected in the wild as the blood, and uses Bingfengzi's own essence, Qi, and spirit as the core.
It made a slight buzzing sound and aimed at the crowd again, ready to go.
Zhi ShouZhen saw human figures swaying in the red light and white mist, and howls, calls, roars, and the hisses of beasts came and went.
The next moment, countless rocks flew through the air. They were as big as millstones and had strange shapes, like dense hail covering the sky and covering the earth. They hit the crowd with a "whoosh". Jiu Ren led the rocks all over the sky and rushed down along the mountain road. With his hand
There is a golden peak that is about one foot in size and looks like a bonsai. Rocks are flying out of it in a steady stream. When it falls, people turn over on their backs, and water and soil splash out, creating dents.
"Tong'er, that is one of the two clan-suppressing magic weapons of Wuliang Pure Land - Feilai Peak. Each of the ten main gates of Jin Dynasty has a magic weapon to protect the mountain gate and suppress luck." Wang Ziqiao patted Zhikarizhen.
Shoulders, so neat and tidy.
Zhi Kaizhen asked: "Sir, does the magic weapon have to be activated by pure Qi?"
"Not necessarily." Qingfeng replied from the side, "Although warriors who practice turbid qi cannot use magic weapons, it is said that Buddhist magical powers can."
"Woo——" The roar of the beast was earth-shattering, and the rocks cracked and scattered in all directions. A majestic white giant elephant burst out of the rain of rocks and flew through the air. Its bloody eyes burned like fire, and its thick white hair spread out like a sword and halberd.
The giant wings were covered with burn marks, and blood dripped from the blackened wounds.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The white elephant's wings were blown by the wind, and it repeatedly slapped away the flying rocks. Its long trunk trembled suddenly, like a giant python as thick as a bucket, circling and swooping. It rolled up a dozen rocks in one breath and threw them at Jiu Ren.
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"What an evil beast!" Jiu Ren was forced to stop, holding the golden peak high, concentrating and clearing his energy. The golden peak swayed slightly, releasing a dazzling golden light. As soon as the mountain rock he collided with touched the golden light, it shrank in size.
Rice grains are thrown into the golden peak one by one.
The white elephant buried its head, flapped its wings, rushed forward, and swooped in with the strong wind. Rocks hit it and shook it down. The white elephant raised its giant hooves as big as a tabletop and stepped hard on Jiu Ren's head.<
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Two jade-colored light beams suddenly flashed into the night, shining white and smooth, and crossed into scissors. "Click!" The jade-colored light scissors circled around the neck of the flying elephant, and the huge elephant head "plopped" and fell, and the blood in the neck cavity was like a water column.
"Whew" spurts out.
Yao Xia's figure floated in front of Jiu Ren. She moved her thoughts slightly, her middle fingers and index fingers that were held together were slightly opened, and another jade-colored light scissors flashed in mid-air, and they suddenly closed towards the crowd below.
"What a skill that can cut through all things in the world with one hand!" Wang Ziqiao praised softly. This is Yao Xia's magical form - the Lingxi Scissor. A master of refining the spirit and returning to the void, the technique not only greatly increases its power, but also becomes one with itself.
Completely integrated into the two qi, clear and turbid, it can come and go as soon as it is summoned by the mind.
Zhikari could really see where the Lingxi Scissors passed, the jade light flickering and blood splattering. It was unparalleledly sharp and unpredictable. While he was thinking about how to imitate the Lingxi Scissors with swordsmanship, he hesitated and said: "This jade-colored light scissors seems to be
It’s a little bit on and off.”
Qingfeng looked at Zhihouzhen in surprise: "Yaoxia's mood is not full, and she is still one step away from the 'one-point connection' state of Lingxi Zhai's Lingxi Mind Technique. Therefore, the Qing Qi of Lingxijian cannot be completely penetrated, and there are still some flaws.
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There was a loud "pass" sound, and a wind-copper water-milled Zen staff jumped into the air like an angry dragon, slamming into the Lingxi scissors, exactly where the jade light was interrupted.
The light burst out, the Lingxi Shear was torn into pieces, and the fragments of sparkling light shot out, dispersing into the pure air of heaven and earth. Yaoxia snorted and backed away, with a trace of blush on her face, obviously suffering from the backlash of the spell.
"Bang!" A Zen staff ground in muddy iron was swung out diagonally, intercepting the Jade Emperor Xuan Qiong's pure air that was coming from a distance, and smashing it into pieces. The staffs were two bald monks with eyes like copper bells.
His complexion is bronze, and his strong body looks like it was cast by copper juice when standing in the heavy rain, with a faint metallic luster.
"Whoosh——" The second sharp orange arrow vibrated and popped out, as fast as lightning, and it arrived in an instant. The two monks roared in unison, and the wind-copper water-milled Zen staff and the muddy-iron water-milled Zen staff waved at each other, like two rapidly rotating giants.
Millstone, facing the arrow light.
There was a loud bang, orange light splashed like rain, and the sharp arrow fell into the millstone and was crushed instantly.
The jade-colored Lingxi Shears swept through the night sky again.
The two monks' Zen staffs were intertwined, and the turbid air was stirring. One dragon and one tiger opened their bloody mouths and jumped out. The evil dragon opened its teeth and claws, shining with silver light, and the tiger shook its head and swayed its tail, with shining golden light. It was clearly a sign of martial arts!
The dragon and tiger pounced on the light scissors and tore them off violently. The Jade Emperor Xuan Qiong Qing Qi that followed was swallowed by the dragon and tiger's mouth. The yellow arrows of light that were shot one after another by Bing Fengzi were also shaken away, and the rocks that hit them were scattered.
If it touches the Zen stick, it will collapse; if it rubs against the Zen stick, it will break...
The two monks were walking like dragons and tigers, and their two Zen staffs were dancing "whooshing". They formed a dragon-tiger dynamic, blocking the Taoist sect's stormy attacks one by one.
The billowing mist around was dissipating, and Zhikari saw that the baggage, sacks, carriers, and boxes below were torn to pieces and scattered in all directions. The scriptures, monks' robes, wooden fish, incense burners, alms bowls, rosary beads and other utensils inside were spilled out and soaked in the water.
, tattered and beyond recognition, with a few straw futons emitting black smoke.
There were mules and horses carcasses everywhere, their bodies mutilated, and the blood dyed the river red. The corpses of dozens of monks were lying in a mess, with broken limbs and remains scattered all over the ground. Most of the remaining monks were injured, standing in a circle and holding hands.
Jie Dao, Zen staff, and iron rods, all with sad and angry expressions.
Three blood-stained white elephants stood outside the circle, their huge spread wings like a solid barrier, firmly protecting the monks. Under the belly of the white elephant, an old monk sat cross-legged in the stream, with a peaceful look on his face and a soap robe on his body.
The colored cassock was soaked by the heavy rain.
The eyes of Qingfeng are as bright as the real thing, penetrating hundreds of feet of wind and rain, never leaving the old monk's side. As if the old monk didn't realize it, he slowly moved the dark brown rosary beads in his hand, his lips wriggled, and he silently recited the scriptures.
Refining Qi to restore the spirit... No matter how many times Qingfeng used his mental power to detect it, the old monk, who looked like the leader of the monks, never felt anything. The only cultivation he showed was to refine the Qi to restore the spirit. Looking at the whole audience, except for those two
The monk waving his Zen staff is refining the spirit and returning to the realm of emptiness, while the rest are all refining the spirit to return to the spirit, and refining the essence to transform the spirit.
Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, fearing that the opponent was hiding a peerless master, so he did not dare to attack rashly.
"That old monk is indeed refining his energy and restoring his spirit." Prince Qiao Youyou said, "I heard that Buddhism does not judge people by their cultivation, but only by their understanding of Buddhist principles."
"That's it. Thank you for your advice, sir." Qingfeng felt relieved. With a flick of his finger, a purple thunder light shot out and exploded in the night sky, echoing the roaring thunder and lightning in the sky.