The sword light was like a horse, slashing down from the left shoulder. The trajectory of the sword light coincided with the robes hanging on the body of the Buddha. The sword light at that moment even exceeded the reaction of ghosts and gods, approaching the speed of Yan Shu's sword energy thunder sound.
The mummy-like sacrifice Buddha suddenly raised his head, and only had time to cover his arms with dry bones in front of his chest.
At this time, the sword light was as psychedelic as the moonlight reflected on the water, and as hazy as flowers in the fog, reflecting into the eyes of the mummy.
Instant Light Slash!
The slash of the long sword was almost over the reflection of the knife light.
The left arm of the soul-catching messenger, whose soul-sacrificing Buddha was blocking his chest fell to the ground, and a sharp knife appeared on the other right arm. The broken arm bone was shining with a gray color.
But this only cut off the demon's arms. He also had two arms, holding a magic weapon behind him to show off.
The black air appeared on the right arm of the Buddha Sacrifice. Wherever he went, the wound with the sharp sword energy still left suddenly made a sound and slowly healed. The left hand that was cut off and fell to the ground flew up and joined it to the left arm.
The long tassel hanging down from the Buddha's ears poked out, and two streamers grabbed the Zen stick inserted beside the Buddha's side, dancing a bronze Zen stick like a copper wheel, blocking it, and holding Luo Sen's second knife.
The arms behind the Buddha Sacrifice the Life-Sacrificing Buddha formed a bottle seal and slapped it flat. The sequinous ghost energy condensed into a mouthful of wishful vase, and knocked back the long knife in Luosen's hand.
"Xinyou Sword Technique!" The tone of the Buddha Sacrifices was full of resentment: "Have the remnants of the Ming Dynasty not finished yet?"
He pulled off his left arm that had not yet healed and swung it out. The arm formed a lion seal with one hand, and a twisted Sanskrit seed talisman printed on the palm of his hand, flying towards Luosen. His right arm raised his Zen staff, raised his chest flat, and turned his right hand, and nine rings on the Zen staff were jingled.
The copper rings that collided with each other made a harsh sound, just like nine white bone monks chanting the mantra, and the descendants had a breathtaking feeling in the ears of everyone.
Luo Sen, who faced the Nine Rings Zen Staff, had a different look in his eyes.
It turned into a peaceful and kind old monk sitting in front of him, folding his hands together, and said calmly: "All conditioned laws are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and view them like this! Donor, you are ordered to destroy my Vajra Temple. It was me who offended the evil master. But those novice monks are innocent! Can they let their lives go?"
"Old monk! The national law is ruthless, but these novice monks are not among the people ordered by the national master to kill, so I can take them back and report to the emperor for disposal! I will plead with the emperor..."
The old monk closed his eyes and sighed: "When the country is about to perish, there will be monsters."
"Since we are the people of the Ming Dynasty, we will give up our skin! It is nothing more than a lifetime of merit and will not damage our fundamental practice. But if Luo Qianhu kills us, are you ready to bear heinous sins and sink into endless destruction?"
"We are just on orders!"
Wearing Shanwenjia and holding a Japanese knife, Luo Sen clasped his fists.
The old monk closed his eyes. At this time, the copper ring that collided on the nine-ring tin staff in his hand turned into the heads of the young novice monks, cursing Luosen loudly. The old monk opened his eyes again, his eyes red: "Losen! If you kill me, we still have the ability to reincarnate and practice again. But those novice monks were killed by you and they didn't even have the chance to be reincarnated!"
"You helped the national master kill so many people in the right way, and the Ming Dynasty was destroyed, and no one in ten living creatures existed. Your sins are unforgivable!"
Luo Sen's own voice said in absolute way: "I misbelieve in the monsters and have killed so many people! Loyal ministers, good generals, great monks and great masters, and countless innocent people have made great mistakes. How can we survive in the world again?"
"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"
These familiar scenes seemed to emerge from his blank memory and turned into illusions, causing Luo Sen to sink for a moment.
In reality, the left arm of the mummy corpse with the lion seal was already penetrated towards Luo Sen's chest.
Zen Master Faxin behind Luosen suddenly opened his eyes wide. His figure flashed in front of Luosen, holding a vajra to hit the captured ghost claws. The ghost energy outside the ghost claws turned into a man-eating lion, roared, and biting towards Faxin.
The Sanskrit seed twisted and hit the vajra. The powerful yin energy suddenly burst out. The vajra suddenly shattered in Faxin's hand and fell out with his body. The man-eating lion also galloped over, and was about to pass through Faxin's body.
The sound of the piano was played in the Red Mansion, and Qian Chen, who firmly suppressed the ghost creature of the Jade Spider Scorpion in the back hall, slapped the piano's face, and the ego in his belly rang out a long sound. As the strings fluctuated, the sword light rushed towards the main entrance.
At the critical moment, the head of the ghost lion was cut off.
Faxin suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his body staggered, and sat on the ground with a silence. He clasped his hands together, endured his injuries, and chanted a deep Buddhist name in a low voice: "General Luo! All kinds of things in the past were like dreams and bubbles. The Dharma is boundless, and when you look back, you will be the other side! The Dharma is difficult in Vajra Temple. Is it the Peacock Demon King who bewitched the emperor, not the general's sin?"
"What is the crime of being loyal to the Ming Dynasty and following orders?"
"The Ming Dynasty was destroyed, and we are all guilty people! What crimes are there?"
Luo Senzhong spoke, his figure was difficult, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, but the familiar figure still made Faxin look up slightly, stare at the face covered by the hat, and whisper: "It's indeed a general!"
"I am a general who comes for persecuting loyal and kindness. I feel ashamed of it, so I should call me Luo Sen!" Luo Sen said calmly.
He pulled up the long sword beside him and sighed: "So, is this the source of this body's obsession?"
"It arises because of attachment, and is born in response to the wish. This body is just to calm the obsession and eliminate the past... This wish is to end the troubled times and kill all the demons, so it is!"
Luo Sen's tone was plain and unremitting. He had no guilt or regret, or that unforgettable regret had been eliminated with one knife. Now all that was left was a firm thought without regrets.
He slowly raised the long knife, and the tip of the knife was raised downwards on his shoulders. With this action, everyone knew that the battle was about to continue.
The Buddha of Sacrifice slowly stood up, and his left hand was already connected to his broken arm. He moved his left hand slightly, and suddenly dragged a phantom and rushed forward at high speed, smashing the Zen stick in his hand from top to bottom.
Luo Sen waved the knife upwards, and the center of gravity on his feet shifted. The long knife held the Zen stick, and then slashed it out with his backhand. The light of the knife collided with the Zen stick several times, and the true energy flowed on the long sword, like the moon flowing, intersecting with the Zen stick that the Buddha slashed randomly, and fighting and eliminating it, using martial arts to eliminate the abundant magic power on the Zen stick.
Both of them are of amazing martial arts.
The Japanese sword in Luo Sen's hand was passed to General Qi, the martial arts saint of the Ming Dynasty, who was a martial arts master in the killing field. He killed countless lives with his sword, and could even kill ghosts and gods, and even those practitioners who did not accept the king's transformation.
The life sacrifice to Buddha is the soul-catching messenger among the five great ghost envoys. Their origin is mysterious, but looking at martial arts, it is the way of the outer gate of Vajra Temple, which should be related to this Buddhist sect.
The sword light lies within three meters, with unparalleled power. Every time I grasp the loophole of the Zen Staff, I slash towards the Buddha's body, but I was blocked by the other four arms, seals, or small magic weapons.
Three heads and six arms, the statue of the Great Wheel Ming King, the water that was guarded could not be poured into it, but Luo Sen's long sword often had to fight with the Zen stick. Every time the nine rings collided with each other, it made a harsh ghost sound, which made his body stagnant.
Although Luo Sen's martial arts are indeed super magical and saint, such flaws are getting bigger and bigger, and sooner or later they will be seized by the Buddha of Sacrifice.
At this time, dozens of yellow talismans flew out from the building behind him, as fast as an arrow, bypassing the seriously injured Faxin and Luo Sen, who were waving the sword light, and attacking the Buddha of Sacrifice.
The talisman exploded with countless lightning lights, and the demonic aura of the Buddha who broke the evil spirits dispersed, but the lightning light fell on the mummy body, but only black dots the size of sesame were shot out.
"Even the Evil-Breaking Talisman can't hit you! It's amazing!"
The old Taoist Zhao Boyan, with chicken skin and crane hair, was wrapped in a ball of golden light and fell from the sky.
The golden light gathered into a spell that was leaping like lightning, attached to Taoist Zhao's fists and feet. As he slapped out with his palm, the golden light leaped and rushed in all directions, covering nearly ten feet.
"The Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth is the root of all qi. Cultivate the vast majority of kalpas and prove my supernatural powers!"
"Look at my Golden Light Curse!"
In the Red Mansion, Qian Chen hung up the jade spider scorpion and bombarded it with thunder method, so that she could only hide in the spider web, relying on the ghost creatures made of countless ghost energy and spider silk to hide, and struggled to support her.
He hooked the strings of the piano, and the soundless divine thunder exploded three feet around the Buddha's body. The thunder rolled and the thunder of Lieque made the Buddha's body tremble.
Its ghost aura collapsed inch by inch. Luo Sen waved his sword light at this time, and his body thrust forward. He slashed his long sword in his hand, like a flowing cloud, and cooperated with Taoist Zhao and Qian Chen's opportunity created by him.
The sword light cut through the Buddha Sacrifice, accurately grasped the rhythm, missed its six-arm rotation, and blocked the sealed arm in front of it. The Buddha Sacrifice's thin body was carried up by a long knife and was slightly bent and flew upwards.
The sword light cut through the waist of the Buddha, cutting it in half.
Luo Sen's warrior took a step forward and slid and rushed behind the Buddha. Then he turned his foot and turned into a big step to jump. The sword was raised above his head and slashed down. It was the rapid sword force in Xinyou's sword technique, "they jumped with light flashing forward, and my soldiers were already robbed."
The sword force slashed Tang Zhu directly, and the sword light was like an arc of the moon, and he was neatly cut in half from behind the Buddha of Sacrifice.
When this knife was put away, Luo Sen took advantage of the remaining momentum to lift the Japanese sword and cut off the four arms behind the Buddha Sacrifice.
The golden light curse in Taoist Zhao's hand flowed all over his body and was hit with a bang. In an instant, half of the sky was dyed golden. The power of the curse was like a bamboo shoot. A big hole was made in the chest of the Buddha's sacrifice. It could be clearly seen that Luo Sen was standing behind slowly closing the knife.
Its body was divided into two halves and slowly fell toward both sides.
Between the cuts, there was a sharp sword energy, and all the internal organs were turned into coke by the golden light curse. Taoist Zhao slowly put away the golden light, calmed his breath, and sighed: "I finally killed this soul-catching ghost envoy!"
"careful!"
The fallen ghost suddenly burst out, and the two heads behind its ears suddenly opened their eyes and broke out. The skeleton the size of a fist drilled into Taoist Zhao's heart, so fast that Luo Sen had only had time to draw his sword and slash one of the heads.
The mummy came out of the head, bringing out streams of flesh and blood full of mucus.
The flesh and blood, like a snake, pressed against a fist-sized head, gushed out of the shriveled corpse, but it was like endless, penetrated into the heart of Taoist Zhao. He was caught off guard and had only time to sacrificial weapon, and was broken by his head and severely injured in an instant.
The head was wrapped around Zhao Boyan, like a single-headed snake.
Chapter completed!