The Buddhist temple in Dagan Dynasty can only be supported by the Buddha to keep incense. Buddhism needs hope in the future, otherwise the Buddha will pass away a hundred years later and the Buddhist temple will not be able to gain a foothold.
For hundreds of years, many people have practiced Arhats in Buddhism, but none of them can reach the realm of the five supernatural powers of the Buddha's son. The appearance of the Buddha's son not only gives the Buddhist hope of continuing, but also one day realizes the wish of the Buddha's kingdom in the world.
If a Buddhist son wants to have a Buddha's country in the world, then the Buddhist sect must be strong enough. He has cultivated two supernatural powers and has the enlightenment of the mind that has been cultivated for nine lifetimes. If he can return to one another in nine lifetimes, the pattern of the world will be broken.
Buddhism with the three extreme powers can overwhelm all sounds, let the Buddhist sounds shroud the world, and realize the Buddhist wishes for hundreds of years.
In front of the gate of Dacien Temple, the Buddhist son said that he wanted to let go of his heart and fight, and not to be restrained by the past.
The Buddha knew very well that Li Taiping could drive Bai Yunzi away, and he must have his trump card, and he must not be underestimated because of his master's cultivation.
Wuxin is not Bai Yunzi, nor is he above the master. He will not underestimate anyone, nor will he underestimate Li Taiping who has fought several times.
The nine generations of mind cultivation were destroyed, and the Buddha's bones were taken away by the Buddha's son. All of this arises because of Li Taiping. Killing Li Taiping is considered the inner demon that Wuxin can't get rid of now. Only by removing the inner demon can you go further. Chance.
Both of them were determined to kill and wanted to settle their grudges today.
Li Taiping's blue shirt was moved without wind, and took a step forward and said with a smile: "I have never seen the whole picture in my nine lives, and I believe I can see the whole picture today."
"I agreed that this time, not only will we meet the victory or defeat, but also life and death. The world of grudges and revenge, and the law will be done with great force. Today, I will be stewed with a spoonful of people."
As he spoke of the sword-pinning technique, he saw three swords flying out of the sword box behind him. The next moment, he held the sword, slapped the sword, and picked the sword, and the three swords were tangentially towards enlightenment at different angles at the same time.
The sword of Lishou enters the gap with no thickness, and the sword intent is contained but does not emit it. It wanders like a dragon three feet away from the body.
The mind and body do not move, and the hands are like golden short swords. Each sword must be cut at the weakest point of Sanchai Sword, with accurate accuracy.
The two of them were moving and still, and their green shirts were surrounded by monk's clothes. The green light flew around them, and the golden sword was dazzling, but they did not hear the metal and iron fighting.
A craft competition with silent shadows and no fireworks. There is no sand flying away from stones, no momentum to soar into the sky, no shock after the collision of true qi, only the great dangers that are silently stacked.
Fighting hundreds of moves in a few breaths is like playing in a chess game full of black and white pieces. One mistake is a game that loses all the game. However, this battle is even more dangerous than a black and white battle. Even if the clothes flutter in the blink of an eye, it will win. Losing, condemn life and death.
The Hongniang carefully handed the baby in her arms to the woman behind her. The next moment, she bowed her body slightly, staring at the field without a moment, like a wolf staring at the prey waiting for an opportunity in the grassland.
Dugu Qingqing's white clothes were covered with his hands, and there was a sword behind him. It seemed that the clouds were calm and the wind was light, but the sword could be cut off the spring breeze in the next moment.
"How can life and death between men be messed up?"
A burly man with bare arms suddenly appeared in front of the two girls, turning his head in a muffled voice and said.
An old monk stared at the direction of the Buddha's son and said with a smile: "The Buddha talks about cause and effect, and witnesses cause and effect."
Mo Kanshan and Honglian appeared, and each person said one by one, which cut off the thought of the people present taking action. At the same time, he was also warning those who could see and cannot see that no one should move before the battle today would be successful. I can't get along with me.
The academy students fought against the Buddhist monks, and of course someone had to witness the academy. I saw Lanshan coming out of the mountain gate and walking on the spring breeze. In the blink of an eye, another grandma was added in front of the gate of Dacien Temple.
The blue shirt is covered with hands, the clothes are not frowning, and the eyebrows are stretched to show the scholar's elegance.
The eldest Mr. Da didn't say a word or any extra moves, just looked lightly. But everyone present knew that the eldest Mr. Da represented the academy and the will of the saint.
Fairness, the great master and the academy only need fairness. If the Buddhist son wants to interfere with the life-and-death struggle with external force and to withstand the three masters, it is obvious that the Buddhist son cannot withstand it.
Jinchangfang, Qingshi Street, horse hooves are fast from far to near.
The common people who were watching the fun hurriedly dispersed to the sides and gave way out. Jingzhao Mansion's sugarcane came, and they were whipping up their horses and did not sit in the sedan chair. Obviously, Lord Gan was very anxious.
After the horse, there were a group of constables who ran and froze.
After Brother Liu San arrived, he pushed the crowd watching the fun more than ten feet back before he could breathe evenly. At the same time, he ordered people to guard and not allow the people to step across the thunder pool.
"Dalang, Dalang, I'm going home for dinner..."
Outside the crowd, there was a woman looking around and squeezing inside, still shouting.
When Zhao Si saw the woman rushing through the crowd, he looked at the two fighting men and couldn't help but stop him.
"This place is rigorous and loud, and there is no Dalang you are looking for. Let's go home."
The woman pointed at the afterimage of the blue shirt and said without any certainty: "It seems like it's Dalang."
It is normal for the second family to be unable to call it right. After all, ordinary people cannot keep up with the blue shirt. What's more, the Li family's Dalang just watches the excitement, so how could it become the excitement itself?
Zhao Si said coldly: "I don't care if you are looking for Dalang. If you dare to take another step forward, don't blame me for taking you to prison."
The second family was frightened by Zhao Si, and there was no sound, but those eyes were staring at the blue shirt...
Many people came to the gate of Dacien Temple, but it did not affect the two people fighting in the field.
Suddenly, the strong energy exploded, and the Sanchai Sword cut into the golden sword, without seeing the blue shirt, only dazzling eyes.
A circular storm formed by the sword blade and the golden sword, crushing the spring breeze and crushing the bluestone. It is strange that the explosive energy was only three feet a circle, and it did not overflow a slight.
The blue shirt and the monk's clothes, the long sword and the golden sword wandered in the storm, the clothes were not wrinkled, and the hair was constantly stranded. The silence of the previous moment, the explosion at this moment, the two were still competing with skills. But this time, the body was used as skills
, cut into the gap of every qi.
Where the hand touches, where the shoulders lean, where the feet walk, where the knees cross, the sound of the head is loud and the knife is roaring, and all of them are the center of the notes.
The body and the sword entered the gap with no thickness, and were at ease. The two of them practiced their skills to the extreme, and they saw that the three-meter storm shrank inch after inch, less than a slight squad...
From silent to sound, and then to silent. In this battle of skills, the two have never distinguished themselves from each other, and have never seen life and death.
The two retreated at the same time, and Wuxin said the Buddha's name: "Dalang's youth comes from the blue and is better than the blue. If I don't win the skills, I will lose."
Li Taiping didn't look back and patted the three swords lightly, and then entered the box. Then he looked at Wuxin and said, "Winning or losing is not important, what is important is life and death. Let's not compare with each other, it's better to take a look based on your ability.
Who can survive?”
As he said that, Li Taiping turned his head and looked at Shangguan Ersao, and smiled and said, "Sister-in-law wait, I will finish the fight and go back to have a drink."
Wuxin's aura suddenly changed, and he seemed much taller, and then he looked at Li Taiping with a smile.
"I have cultivated my mind for nine generations, but I have not achieved it, but I have cultivated a lot of skills. Dalang has seen the Buddhist golden body, supernatural powers, tantric Vajra Intentions, and killer short blades, but I don't know that I am not the best at all."
Li Taiping smiled and said indifferently: "Oh, I don't know what the Demon Lord is best at, and let the boy see it."
At this moment, Wuxin was no longer as low-key and restrained as a Buddhist disciple, but laughed to the sky and said, "I traveled to Jiuzhou by the wind sword, Qingxuan defeated all the masters in the world. You Qingxuan, I will ask the Li family Dalang's sword technique now."
As he said that, he waved to the sword box behind Li Taiping.
"Borrow it, I'll use my sword."
In the crowd, Wang Danfeng looked at Monk Wuxin in amazement because he saw a sword flying out of the sword box and landed in Wuxin's hands.
"Qingxuan, Master."
Not only Wang Danfeng was surprised, but also the Red Lotus Monk.
Honglian frowned for the first time. Although he was trapped in the dry well for two hundred years, You Qingxuan's name still reminded him of something.
In the first ten years when Honglian was trapped in the dry well, there was a swordsman in the world who traveled all over the country with a Qingxuan sword, challenging countless sword masters, but never defeated.
Honglian said seriously: "Before the Dongdu Sect ascended, he took over a disciple. This man walked through eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers with a sword two hundred years ago, but never lost. Unexpectedly, You Qingxuan was not
He is above the master, but he lives with his body as a mortal, for more than 200 years."
Honglian's words were not for Mo Kanshan and others to listen to, but for Li Taiping, he deliberately told him to be careful and not let him kill him.
Li Taiping looked at Qingxuan Sword, which had been pregnant for almost two years, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You Qingxuan, is this the strongest life of the Demon Lord?"
Wu Xin shook her head and smiled, "What's the strongest? I'm just better at using swords."
Li Taiping nodded, stepped on his feet, and his body suddenly burned like fire, and a sword came out of the box.
"The Demon Lord asked, let the boy open his eyes."
The secret technique of urging Daxue Mountain was activated. Before the sword arrived, the fist had arrived.
Wu Xin laughed and said, "It's a good thing."
I saw Wuxin not dodging or dodging until the fist in his ears whistled and the iron fist in his pupils quickly magnified. Then he flipped his wrist and stabbed a sword.
The movement is not big and the damage is extremely strong. In the blink of an eye, Qingxuan arrived first and had already arrived in front of Li Taiping.
If you don’t hide, you will be penetrated by a long sword and die. It is obvious that you can’t escape.
Li Taiping forcibly stopped the body that was rushing forward, barely leaned back slightly, continued to shoot out his right fist, and blocked his left hand in front of him. The injury was replaced, which was the best choice he could make now.
As long as Wu Xin is eager to kill with one blow, it is hard to say who dies.
But it is obvious that even if the mind is not successful, Li Taiping cannot calculate it.
Wu Xin smiled slightly, moved her feet half a step, and in the blink of an eye, her wrist trembled again and rushed towards Li Taiping's left eye.
The sword was so fast that it was just a short distance away. Li Taiping had seen such a sword, but he had seen it in Dongdu, a woman.
Faced with such a fast sword, the bluestone under Li Taiping's feet instantly exploded, and the gravel flew everywhere. The man was half shorter, but he just avoided the Qingxuan Sword.
Qingxuan comes again, Li Taiping retreats again...
One step, two steps, three steps, retreating again and again, until a long sword flew past his ear, Li Taiping, who was retreating, suddenly turned into an attack...
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