Chapter eight hundred and twentieth Heavenly Sword Master
A gust of wind blew into the hall, and Lin Ze felt that the hairs on his body stood on end, and there was a feeling of thorns on his back.
"What a terrifying sword energy!"
Lin Ze sighed secretly and did not care to understand it carefully. Instead, he concentrated and carefully looked at the faces of the three saints.
Anyone who has the courage and ability to intervene in the Three Saints Alliance is definitely a strong man.
Somehow, Lin Ze still had little expectations for the next plot.
Is this unknown strong man here to cause trouble, or is he here because of some bad blood or grudge between him and a certain saint?
The faces of the three saints were obviously different. Taoist Saint was the calmest, but his eyelids drooped, the smile disappeared from his face, and he looked out of the hall expressionlessly.
The Confucian sage showed a somewhat amused look on his face. His eyes wandered over the Taoist sage Buddha for a while, and then looked outside the temple.
In an instant, Lin Ze guessed that the Confucian sage was a "theater watcher" like him.
Looking at the Buddha again, his face was obviously gloomy, as if he was owed money and would not pay it back.
The Taoist Saint waved his hand to remove the formation, opened the palace door, and said loudly: "Since Junior Brother Tongtian is here, why don't you come down and see him?"
"Lin Ze, why don't you hurry up and show your uncle Tongtian a seat?"
The leader of Tongtian Cult of Biyou Palace?
Lin Ze, who was about to eat the melon, was surprised at first and quickly responded: "Disciple, I obey."
After speaking, Lin Ze stood up decisively, jumped off the high platform, and the power of heaven and earth surged wildly. He transported the jade stones accumulated in the side hall to the main hall, and built a high platform on the spot.
Soon, a high platform as high as the high platform where Tao Sheng and others sat rose up from the ground, with sharp edges and corners.
Lin Ze pointed his fingers together like swords, cut off the edges and corners, and a square high platform was formally formed, forming a parallelogram with the other three.
Lin Ze swept away the remaining jade, scraps and dust with a wave of his hand, walked to the door of the hall, looked forward, and said loudly: "Master Nephew, please take a seat, Master Tongtian."
As soon as Lin Ze finished speaking, his eyes were dazzled when a young Taoist priest and two women in palace attire suddenly landed at the entrance of the main hall.
Lin Ze looked around, and when he saw the young Taoist's eyebrows, he felt the sword light piercing his eyes, and a faint pain came over him.
Lin Ze subconsciously turned his head to avoid the young Taoist's gaze, so as not to burst into tears and cause embarrassment on the spot.
Out of Lin Ze's sight, the young Taoist said with admiration: "You have good qualifications in swordsmanship. Are you willing to learn swordsmanship from me?"
Lin Ze was startled when he heard this and looked back at the Taoist Saint in the hall.
The Taoist sage said with a smile: "Lin Ze, it's rare that your master uncle likes you and is willing to teach you swordsmanship. Why don't you thank your master uncle quickly?"
"Junior Brother Tongtian, we will discuss this matter later. Let's sit down and talk about it first."
Lin Ze turned around after hearing this, bowed his hands and said, "Master nephew, thank you for your respect, and please take a seat."
The young Taoist raised his head slightly and looked at the Taoist Saint, with a faint glimmer of sword light in his eyes.
The Taoist Saint looked at him, with a Tai Chi diagram clearly appearing in his eyes.
With just a muffled sound, the roof of Mingyu Palace was torn down in an instant, and rays of sunlight shone in.
The young Taoist retracted his gaze and laughed loudly: "Some things are better said under the clear sky and in broad daylight, so as not to make too many calculations and cause shame."
Listening to the young Taoist's remarks about Sang and Huai, the Buddha who had been watching suddenly couldn't hold back anymore and said in a cold tone: "Amitabha, Master of the Tongtian Sword, are you planning to have a fight with our three religions?"
The young Taoist Tongtian Sword Master said with disdain: "Don't drag others along at any time. If the monks and Buddhists want to fight, I and Biyou Palace will be with you at any time."
The Buddha obviously had an old grudge with the Master of the Tongtian Sword, and he replied decisively: "Okay, we couldn't tell the winner ten thousand years ago. Now, taking advantage of the great changes in the world, Buddhism and the Biyou Palace will fight again until the death."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddha's body emitted endless Buddha light and pressed towards the Master of Tongtian Sword.
Behind the Buddha, Maitreya Lantern and others are ready to go, ready to assist their Buddha at any time.
Not to be outdone, the Master of the Tongtian Sword reached straight to the sky and faced him fiercely.
Two women in palace attire each held a strange weapon and looked at the Buddhist crowd with eager eyes.
Although he was alone and weak, there was no trace of fear on his face, but a ruthless look on his face.
The war between heaven and man is about to break out.
Seeing this scene, Taoist Saint's face suddenly became very ugly. He decisively took out a Tai Chi diagram from his arms and instantly magnified it hundreds of times. Like a sky curtain, it fell between the Buddha and the Tongtian Sword Master, and simultaneously attacked the two of them.
Down.
Just listen to Dao Shenghan's voice saying: "Stop, do you two really want to die? Before the ban is lifted, do you two dare to act recklessly, even if the world collapses?"
As soon as the word "ban" came out, the faces of Buddha and Tongtian Sword Master, who were about to show off their magical power, changed almost at the same time, snorted coldly, and each withdrew their magical power.
The Taoist Sage breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand to take back the Tai Chi diagram, and said in a deep voice: "As the saying goes, it is better to resolve enemies than to make enemies. The feud between Buddhism and Biyou Palace has lasted for thousands of years. Can't you two sit down and have a good talk?"
"Junior Brother Tongtian, for the sake of our senior brother, could you please take a seat first? No matter what your opinion is, you can just say it outright and there is no need to get into a fight at all?"
The Master of the Tongtian Sword withdrew his gaze from the Buddha and looked at the Taoist Saint with a sneer on his lips: "Brother Li Erdao has really not changed at all. He still likes to help outsiders as he did ten thousand years ago."
Dao Sheng replied indifferently: "It seems that Junior Brother Tongtian has a deep misunderstanding of Senior Brother! Today is not the time to talk about the past. I don't think Junior Brother Tongtian is here just to talk about old things. I wonder what Junior Brother Tongtian is doing?"
As if he felt that it was important to raise his head to speak to the Taoist Saint, the Tongtian Sword Master jumped up, landed on the high platform, and said slowly: "I am here, just like the three of you, here for the destiny."
The Confucian sage, who had been watching the play for a long time, couldn't help but ask: "Does the sword master want to support Qin like he did ten thousand years ago, and commit an act against heaven?"
Unexpectedly, the Confucian sage's unintentional words caused the Master of Tongtian Sword to change his expression.
The master of the Tongtian Sword stared at the Confucian sage fiercely and said: "Confucian disciples always obey the destiny of heaven. It is rumored that tens of thousands of people were killed and injured for no reason in the past few days. I wonder how many are left now?"
When the Confucian sage heard this, his expression also changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What does the sword master mean by this?"
Even so, the Confucian sage knew in his heart that the words he just said accidentally touched the pain point of Tongtian Sword Master, which made him retort.
The Confucian sage, who could have stayed out of the matter and watched the show, felt a little regretful because of his unintentional words and made a grudge against Biyou Palace.
However, the Master of Tongtian Sword was a straight-tempered person and said without concealment: "I am saying that no matter whether you go against heaven or follow heaven, you will die the same way, so why bother to show off."
Seeing that the Confucian Sage and the Tongtian Sword Master were about to quarrel, the Taoist Sage quickly intervened and said: "How does Junior Brother Tongtian want to get involved? The Qin State has obviously run out of energy. If you support it rashly, it will easily damage your luck. You still hope that Junior Brother Tongtian will
Think twice.”
A look of dissatisfaction appeared on the face of the Master of Tongtian Sword, and he replied coldly: "Brother Dao, you can rest assured, I have no intention of supporting Qin."
Dao Sheng nodded slightly: "That's very good. I wonder what Junior Brother Tongtian has planned?"
The master of the Tongtian Sword pointed at the Confucian sages and Buddhas: "Like them, first attack Qin and then fight for destiny."
Dao Sheng heard the words and coughed lightly and said: "Junior brother, do you know that the destiny will first fall on the human emperor of this world, and we, the outsiders, can only borrow the power of the human emperor to absorb the power of destiny?"
The Master of Tongtian Sword said proudly: "Of course I know such a simple truth."