The blue light on the sword is bright and bright, brilliant and gorgeous.

Flashes of light sniffled from the sword, the air solidified, and the slaughtering was boundless.

Ji Wushang's sword is mediocre and slower than any of his previous swords.

But even if I always felt calm in Fang Zheng's eyes, I couldn't help but feel surprised at this moment: "Is this... Sword Gang?"

Ji Wushang chuckled softly and said, "Master is so proud, it's just a sword energy."

He smiled on his face, his eyes were as quiet as water, faint and dull.

At this time, the sword has reached the middle of the way and the sword momentum has changed.

I saw a blue light on the sword body, and illusory sword shadows lingered around.

It looks like a sword, but also like thousands of swords.

It's like a flying flower in a dream, and it's grand and overbearing, weird and terrifying.

Ji Wushang's sword proved that he had never seen him in his life, and he did not expect that he would be so terrifying.

He suppressed the chaos in his heart, knowing that the other party had not used all his strength just now.

In his eyes, Ji Wushang's sword was slower than any previous sword, but he felt that he could not avoid it.

The faint green light on the sword exudes a biting cold chill.

Although Ji Wushang denied it, it was not the sword aura that could be emitted by the legendary master, but such a condensed and true sword aura was never seen.

He was extremely solemn in his heart and silently recited the Buddha's name.

The Yijin Jing was running with all his strength, and he didn't dare to keep it at this moment. His palms slowly opened, and with a slight swaying, instantly turning into hundreds or thousands of arms.

The Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm, this trick was unparalleled and was exerted to the extreme.

In an instant, the sword was so close that it was so sad that it was a sad face.

"Amitabha."

Thousands of palm shadows fell down at the same time, like endless fallen leaves, without a trace of fireworks, but like a net of heaven and earth, it instantly incorporated the numerous sword shadows into it.

But as soon as the boundless palm shadow touched Ren's sword shadow, it was instantly destroyed.

The numerous sword shadows were not afterimages caused by the sword speed too quickly. Each one was a murderous sword energy, sharp and stern.

The so-called sword energy has nothing to do with the high level of sword skills. It depends purely on the mystery of the use of true qi. The third level of the Sunflower Book of Treasures is the most outstanding in the world.

Fang Zheng watched helplessly as the endless palm shadows annihilate the nothingness, and the green sword light in his eyes occupied his sight. His palms had long disappeared and blood flowed.

...

The green light disappeared, and the long sword in Ji Wushang's hand turned into iron powder and fell down everywhere.

"Master, ascend to the Pure Land early."

Fang Zheng was stunned for a long time, and finally turned into a faint sigh.

The monk's robe, which was covered with patches, was now completely dyed red by blood.

The blood was flowing under him, and the blood became bigger and bigger.

"Amitabha." Fang Zheng's face was peaceful, not like the person whose body was penetrated through the hundred sword caves. He looked at Ji Wushang and said calmly: "Can the donor listen to Lao Na's advice, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha immediately?"

"You have such a high martial arts skills. You are afraid that you will be invincible in the world to defeat Dongfang. You can travel freely in the world. Why do you have to commit another sin? Let innocent people die in vain and let this martial arts world go."

Ji Wushang smiled faintly and said, "Master, give up. I have no connection with the Buddha. Life is short, so how can I think of others? Besides, I only know life and death."

Fang Zheng showed sadness and sighed quietly, his body fell down, and there was no sound.

Ji Wushang looked at Fang Zheng and bowed slightly.

Even if I admire him, it does not conflict with whether Ji Wushang killed him.

He walked out of the meditation room and saw that hundreds of monks had surrounded him heavily, and the aura of hundreds of people was like one, locking him to death.

The first seats of the Bodhidharma Hall, the Arhat Hall, and the Sutra Pavilion stand in front. Each one has a breath as far as the abyss, and its martial arts are unfathomable. Looking at the world, it is no worse than the top ten masters of the righteous path.

Fang Sheng stared blankly at Ji Wushang who was walking out of the Zen room. His eyes passed by Ji Wushang. Seeing the blood behind him, his body trembled.

"Amitabha."

Fang Sheng looked at Ji Wushang: "The donor is full of murderous aura and has been imprisoned by demons. He will be plagued by sins in the future and will not be able to enter the Pure Land of Bliss. I hope the donor will keep me Shaolin and ask me to chant the scriptures for you day and night to save my sins."

At this time, hundreds of monks knew that the abbot had encountered an unexpected accident. A sad feeling condensed with the aura, and the sadness filled the air.

Ji Wushen smiled and said, "That's going to disappoint you."

Fang Sheng sighed: "The donor is obsessed with it, and I can only subdue demons and defend the way."

After the words came, one hundred and eight stick monks rushed out quickly and overlapped.

The figure flashed, and in the blink of an eye, Ji Wushu blocked all directions.

Integrate, attack and defense are integrated.

No one can break through for a hundred years.

Great Arhat Formation!

"beat!"

One hundred and eight people shouted angrily at the same time, and the sticks and shadows filled the sky, covering the night moon.

One hundred and eight people were implicated, the air trembled, and the stick rain poured down.

Under the shadows of heavy sticks, Ji Wushun looked thin, like a small wooden boat under the huge waves, and was about to be crushed to pieces.

Ji Wushen was not panicked, stood with his hands down, unmoved.

boom!

The stick rain poured out, the gravel flew away, the earth trembled like an earthquake, and the air waves swept across all directions, which was terrifying and terrifying.

However, Ji Wushang seemed to turn into illusion at this time, like a wisp of smoke and dust, and like lightning flashes, passing through the shadows of the stick in the blink of an eye.

Like a ghost, Ji Wushang appeared in front of the two monks and stretched out his hands.

A strange suction suddenly appeared. The monk looked frightened, but he couldn't move all over. He watched his skills dry and died in a daze.

The two died, and the Great Arhat Formation was running stagnant.

Ji Wushang took the opportunity, his body was like a ghost, without a trace. Every time he appeared, he would leave two corpses that were swallowed to death.

The true qi in the body differentiates yin and yang, rotates wildly, and turns into vortexes.

All the alien true qi that was swallowed into the body was quickly swallowed by the vortex, quickly assimilated, and incorporated into one, and the vortex gradually became larger.

...

Fang Sheng's breath gradually dimmed. He looked at Ji Wushang, who was devouring his skills, opened his mouth, said nothing, and his pupils gradually became empty.

Ji Wushang put down the corpse of life, and there were no living people around him, and dead bodies were everywhere.

The number of sacrifice points on the small interface in the eyes is leaping wildly, increasing wildly.

The black and red energy was so rich that the environment was invisible and kept pouring into his body.

After a long time, Ji Wushang looked at the corpse on the ground and said to himself: "What will this martial arts world become? Next, let's look at Zuo Lengchan and the others."

As he said that, Ji Wushang walked away leisurely.

"By the way, where is the Sutra Pavilion?"

...

A huge wave suddenly broke out from the world where there were already constant storms.

When countless people were still worried about the destruction of Wudang, the Shaolin Temple of the Martial Arts Zen Buddhism was also discovered and destroyed, and the entire martial arts world was instantly silent.

Then, madness, questioning, fear.

It's messy, it's completely messy.

The black and white paths, whether it is the Demonic Sect or the Orthodox Sect, no one can stay out of the matter, some are ecstatic, some are uneasy, and some are at a loss.

Countless people are speculating about who will do the destruction of the two major sects of the Right Way.

Someone went to Shaolin Wudang and found that the cause of death of these two disciples was like those who died in the world. They were all sucked into internal energy and died.

Afterwards, Ren Woxing, Dongfang Bubai and the Demon Cult were frequently mentioned.

The former is because of the greatest suspicion, while the latter is because of strength and motivation.

After the fall of Yuan Dynasty, the Zhengdao Martial Arts collectively felt the great danger of life and death for the first time.

Even the great sects like Shaolin Wudang were destroyed in a blink of an eye. How can they avoid it?

The tide of fear permeates every part of the world.

For a time, ordinary people discovered that in the past, there were many fewer people in the martial arts world carrying swords and weapons.

Although it was inexplicable, it suddenly felt much safer.

At this time, the Songshan faction became quiet and did not take the opportunity to gather people's hearts.

After the demise of Shaolin Wudang, countless righteous people turned their attention to the Songshan Sect that no one had ever been relieved to go to.

Although the Songshan Sect's foundation is not as good as that of Shaolin Wudang, the leader Zuo Lengchan is recognized as the three masters of righteousness who are as famous as Master Fang Zheng, Taoist Chongxu. At this time, countless people urgently hope that he would raise his arms and shout and block the sword in front of him.

But the Songshan School was too quiet, and seemed to be scared and dared not appear.

No one knew that after the news of the demise of Shaolin spread, a large number of Songshan Sect masters secretly went down the mountain without knowing where to go.
Chapter completed!