The sword light all over the sky is flashing, like a colorful world, so dazzling that it makes people unable to open their eyes.
The sword lights all over the sky are flying back and forth, like pear blossoms in a heavy rain, or like a shower of meteors.
The sword intent in the sky is boiling. This sword intent has yin and yang, five elements, heavenly gang, earth evil, light, darkness, good and evil, etc. It is all-encompassing and full of wonders.
The sound of swords roaring all over the sky, like the roar of a dragon, the cry of a phoenix, the roar of a tiger, the howl of a wolf, can be heard all the time.
The sword spirits all over the sky are furious, like ghosts crying, like demons laughing, like fairy sounds, like Buddha's words!
Looking at this scene, Da Xing Madang was simply stunned, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
to be honest.
It's not like he hasn't seen the rain of swords all over the sky, maybe not as many in number, but not too small. He has also seen all kinds of powerful magical sword techniques, mysterious sword intentions, etc.
Not only have I seen it, but if the Daxing Mad Monk is willing, he can also wave his hand to evolve various flying swords.
But it's just a derived flying sword.
There may be sword shapes, sword power, sword techniques, sword sounds, and all kinds of mysteries.
But if every flying sword derived contains sword intent, sword spirit, and sword heart...
He doesn't have this ability.
There has always been a saying that a sword is like a man.
A sword without sword intent is like a person without consciousness.
A sword without a sword spirit is like a person without a soul.
However, what made him unbelievable the most was that the flying swords that Gu Qingfeng randomly derived contained all kinds of sword intentions and sword spirits. Some sword intentions and sword spirits had never even been seen by Daxing Deranged Monk.
, I have never even heard of it.
This can no longer be described as terrifying, it is simply beyond imagination.
At this moment, Daxingluan Monk truly realized how extraordinary Taixu Swordsmanship was. No wonder his master had such a high opinion of Taixu Swordsman back then. This Taixu Swordsmanship was so mysterious that it was unimaginable.
The Daxingman Monk murmured to himself: "Is this the real Taixu swordsmanship?"
"Where are you going with this?"
Gu Qingfeng sat casually on the ground leaning on a big stone, crossed his legs, drank some wine, and said with a playful smile on his lips: "I will play another trick for you to open your eyes and gain insights by the way.
.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Qingfeng snapped his fingers.
With a snap, the flying swords all over the sky rushed into the sky at once, as if they had been summoned, and then rushed down like countless sword dragons!
Bang!
Usually the flying swords were stuck on the ground, then two, ten, a hundred, a thousand... all the flying swords were stuck on the ground.
It was just like the scene the Daxing Mad Monk saw when he first came to this ruins. The difference was that the flying swords he saw before were all decayed and lifeless flying swords, but at this moment, the flying swords stuck on the ground were all over the mountains and plains.
Each one flashed with sword light and flowed with sword light.
If those lifeless flying swords before were like weeds all over the mountains and fields, then all the flying swords stuck on the ground now are like countless magic weapons.
It really felt like this. When all the flying swords were stuck on the ground, the Daxingman monk clearly felt an infinite power shrouding him. This power made him sweat profusely and his legs could not stop.
Trembling, even though he immediately took out his immovable golden body, he still couldn't resist the terrifying power.
At that moment, the Daxingman Monk felt like he had fallen into a sword world.
No!
To be precise, he felt like he was pinned firmly here by countless flying swords, unable to move.
The Daxingman Monk was well-informed and could recognize this kind of sword formation at a glance. However, he could not tell what kind of sword formation it was. He only knew that this sword formation contained extremely terrifying power, and every person in the sword formation had an extremely terrifying power.
Every flying sword stared at him like the god of death, as if he would be pierced by thousands of swords if he moved.
"What kind of sword formation is this?" Daxing Demented Monk took a deep breath, still unable to calm down the shock in his heart, and said in horror: "Is it the Nine Swords of Taixu?"
Compared with the Daxinglun monk who was turned pale by the sword array at this moment, Gu Qingfeng looked much more relaxed. His tone was relaxed rather than leisurely. He was just lying on his back and drinking a small drink, just like that.
He took off a drunken swordsman, smiled slightly and said: "This is a sword formation, yes, but it is not the Nine Swords of Taixu."
"What the hell kind of sword formation is this? Isn't this power... too scary?"
"Hmm... what sword formation!" Gu Qingfeng scratched his head, thought for a while, and said: "If you ask me to tell you, I really can't tell. This thing is just a whim. As for what the sword formation is called...
...Otherwise, let’s call it a war.”
Hearing Gu Qingfeng's words, Da Xing Luo Monk finally realized that the sword formation of Lao Shizi was actually comprehended by Gu Qingfeng just now, and he just fiddled with it on a whim?
So hateful!
So irritating!
The Daxingluo Monk was once again envious and resentful, and said very unhappily: "Okay, retreat quickly, I feel uncomfortable being pressed by this sword array!"
"Why are you so anxious? Master, I finally understood Taixu Sword Technique, so I have to give it a try no matter what."
"What do you mean, damn, are you trying to train on me?"
"Nonsense! Otherwise, what do you think?" Gu Qingfeng laughed: "Is there anyone in the world who is more suitable for practicing than you, an old bald donkey?"
"The one with the surname Gu!"
The mad monk felt extremely humiliated and became furious. He turned around and shouted, "You really think I'm easy to bully, don't you? If I don't show you some color today, are you still going to ride on me?"
I’m pooping and peeing on my head!”
The immovable golden body of the Daxing Mad Monk flashed with brilliance, and vast power burst out. As soon as he moved, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Sure enough, just when the power in his body burst out, the flying sword that was originally inserted on the ground
Swish, swish, they all rushed out and attacked the mad monk in unison.
Fooled!
This was the first feeling that Da Xing Dei Monk had, especially when he saw the playful smile on the corner of Gu Qingfeng's mouth. Da Xing Dei Monk then realized that Gu Qingfeng had been deliberately irritating him from the beginning, just to make himself angry, and thus
Inspire his sword formation!
"Gu! You're going to die a f*cking death!"
The mentality of the crazy monk is called hatred!
But no matter how much he hated him, he had no time to curse Gu Qingfeng, because flying swords all over the sky were already encircling him.
Every flying sword is flashing with sword light, flowing with sword light, harsh sword sound, furious sword spirit, and fierce sword intent!
After all, Monk Daxing is a master of Buddhism and Taoism, and he is the only living Buddha between heaven and earth. The Buddha's teachings are boundless, and his strength is unfathomable. But even so, facing the endless flying swords coming at him, he still has a hair-raising feeling on his scalp.
Feeling numb and scared to urinate.
He may be able to withstand one, two, hundreds, a thousand or even more, but you must know that the flying swords that surround him now are neither hundreds nor thousands, but endless.