The Buddhist magical power is to cut off the six desires. If any one of them is not completely eliminated, the magical power will not work. Obviously, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord has not been completely cut off, and his mind has been disturbed for a while.
The golden body of Buddhism is invulnerable to weapons and external forces. The higher the level of cultivation, the harder it is to break. Although the Thousand-Faced Demon King has not yet become a real demon in the world, he has the level of a saint. If you want to break his golden body, you have to be a saint.
Now, because of the naturally charming Mu Pinshan, a crack appears in the golden body. Although it is only a crack, it is enough to be fatal.
Only four swords were seen, divided in four directions, stabbing at the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord at the same time. And all three swords were silent, but the sword facing the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord in the middle of Mupin Mountain was very powerful.
In the eyes of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, a white robe suddenly transformed into seven figures. Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, love, evil, and desire were vividly displayed. Especially the "desire" side, even the pleasure of bed.
The old world is a little overwhelmed...
Qingxuan Sword rose, and the seven figures all retreated, which showed that the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord had no sympathy for him. If the other three swords had not arrived in time, even if Mupin Mountain was protected by the Celestial Silkworm Armor, he would have died.
The Thousand-Faced Demon King still knows where his weaknesses are and has to destroy them with his own hands. If he becomes a real demon in the world, then all his weaknesses will be his strengths. If Mu Pinshan tries to use sex to distract his mind, it will be counterproductive.
Already.
The decisiveness of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord could not smooth out the previous cracks, because the three swords had already pierced the golden body. The Thousand Miles Embankment was destroyed in the ant nest, and the cracks were visible in the eyes of the Grandmaster like a bright flame in the dark night.
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The golden light exploded, the clouds drifted away for a long time, and three figures flew out with blood spurting from their mouths. Obviously, there is a price to pay for breaking the golden body of the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord.
Ning Wangshan, who was flying backwards, suddenly stopped his retreat. The next moment, blood spurted out of his mouth, and his sword merged into one, and he thrust out a sword...
This is a sword that is used forcefully to stimulate potential. Even the body of a master cannot withstand this kind of attack. But Ning Wangshan had to do this because the devil was flying towards the junior sister.
When Mu Pinshan was a child, she often rode on the neck of her second senior brother, and ran all over the mountains like a female hero on horseback with a sword. She often tore up the old books of her second senior brother and plastered them against the wall. Ning Wangshan was never angry, because
To him, the little junior sister is both a junior sister and a daughter.
Even if his daughter is bullied, even the king of heaven and I can't do it. So Ning Wangshan has to fight hard. Even if he can't kill the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, he still has to protect his little junior sister. Otherwise, how can he explain to his master, how can he explain to his brothers, and how can he explain to his brothers?
How to explain to yourself.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, who had already flown in front of Mupin Mountain, suddenly said "Hey!". He hurriedly squeezed the Vajra Mind and turned around to push it out...
"Boom!"
The sound of bells came from the sky above Changshou Gate, echoing between heaven and earth...
Ningwang looked at the mountain face ashen, closed his eyes tightly, and fell into the clouds. The Thousand-Faced Demon King also felt uncomfortable, and he just flew backwards a hundred feet away to stop his momentum.
Bai Yunzi caught Ning Wangshan who had fainted, and saw three other figures rushing over. In front of the mountain gate, he admired the pear blossoms in the rain, but did not cry out, but looked at Taishu Wujiang who was feeling his pulse.
"My senior brother..."
I saw Uncle Wujiang took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and stuffed one into Ningwang Mountain Pass, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. "People can't die, but their cultivation level is hard to say."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the Thousand Faced Demon Lord floating in the clouds, and sneered: "If anyone else wants to die, just come here. If you can kill one, I can kill two."
Bai Yunzi put Ning Wangshan down, raised his sword and said in a cold voice: "You are not injured, I don't believe it. So I plan to make you more injured." Dugu Qingqing nodded and said calmly.
: "Four people, if one of them stabs you, you will die if you think about it."
The Thousand-Faced Demon was one against five, his golden body was broken, and he came to Ning Wangshan for a while. If he said that he was not injured at all, it would be a lie. But if he said that he was injured, he might not be able to deal with the half-dead people in front of him.
But it doesn’t make sense.
He looked at Dugu Qingqing up and down, and said with a smile: "It lacks some fireworks, but it is easy to give birth to. So, just as you want to stab me to death, I also want to stab you to death. How about we be polite?
Already."
Bai Yunzi originally thought that one day he could become a Taoist couple with Dugu Qingqing, but after hearing the words of the Thousand-faced Demon Lord, he could not hold back. He couldn't help but follow the sword and went straight to the demon's face...
"don't want."
Dugu Qingqing hurriedly reached out, but it was too late.
This fight, regardless of life or death, will definitely not end. So if Mu Pinshan can use tricks, he can do it just as well as the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord. Those few words just now are meant to make one of them lose his composure.
When masters fight against each other, even if they are a little bit impetuous, the consequences will be disastrous. However, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord thought that the one who attacked would be the young lady, but he never thought that the disciple who was the leader would lose his temper first.
Just because the golden body is broken and the magical powers are unavailable, it does not mean that the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord has no other means.
You know, in the ninth life of cultivating the mind, he was a close disciple of the Wandering Dragon Saint. He fought all over the country with a sword and never lost. He was the favorite disciple of the number one assassin.
Zong Jue Xue Vajra Yi is not a vegetarian. He is a thief who picked countless flowers. If he has no skills, he would have been cut up and thrown into the river to feed the fish.
Even though he has too many skills to overwhelm his body, the secret Zong Jingangyi seriously injured Ning Wangshan, so he can defeat Bai Yunzi with just one hand. I saw Qingxuan in the hand of the Thousand-Faced Demon King holding Bai Yunzi's sword, and connected the dots again.
Cut, after a dense sound of gold and iron, Bai Yunzi covered his right hand holding the sword and kicked back several feet. The bluestone under his feet was broken all the way.
"This is not your sword skill!"
Bai Yunzi's eyes widened in shock as he watched the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord pour his sword into the bluestone.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord laughed and said: "You don't have the awareness that Ning Wangshan will die, so you don't need sword skills to defeat you."
Dugu Qingqing was about to step forward, but was stopped by Taishu Wujiang. "After all, this is the Changshou Sect, so we have to let the master come first."
But the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord laughed and said, "Besides living a long time, how can you be better than these people?"
Taishu Wujiang was not angry either. He stepped forward with a smile and said, "I live a long life because I have little anger, but I won't..."
As soon as the word "Jiu" fell, the person was already approaching him, but his sword skills should not be underestimated.
The swordsmanship left behind by Zhenjun Wuyi is certainly extraordinary, but it is a pity that Taishu Wujiang spent his entire life studying alchemy, so this swordsmanship failed to capture its true flavor. On the contrary, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord was able to obtain the true inheritance of Wandering Dragon Saint.
Even though Sage Youlong is far behind Wuyi Zhenjun, he is still not comparable to Taishu Wujiang.
However, Jiang is still very old, and this battle will last longer than Bai Yunzi. With a steady and steady attack, it actually took him hundreds of moves to defeat.
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Taishu Wujiang knew that he could not defeat the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord, so he thought that he could wear down the opponent a little more. He could not be like Bai Yunzi, who was defeated before even an inch of success was achieved.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord looked at the two girls and smiled and said: "There is no need to pick and choose now. You two can come together so that you can know how powerful I am."
What he said was like a street scoundrel, without any hint of a master. Mu Pinshan turned his head and glanced at Dugu Qingqing and saw that he was not angry, so he smiled with peace of mind and said: "It's good to use a little trick once, often use fake ones."
It’s become real. When the devil becomes a rogue, won’t it make people laugh out loud?”
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord said disapprovingly: "Who is important? It's just a title anyway. I don't care about that, I only care about the little mouths of these two ladies..."
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord paused for a moment, and Mu Pinshan quickly reminded Dugu Qingqing to be careful, but he saw that Dugu Qingqing's long sword had already stabbed out first. Don't repeat it again and again. Less experience in the world does not mean that you are not smart.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord failed to irritate the two women, so he had to surrender to the two women. Of course, he couldn't be sure whether they were alive or dead. After all, these two were also great masters above the masters. If he kept his hand,
Maybe even his life will be left behind in the end.
Among Dugu's nine moves, the strongest is the ninth move, Feixian. The white clothes flash and turn into nine figures, each figure corresponding to one of the nine moves, rushing towards the Thousand-Faced Demon King from all directions.
In the eyes of the Thousand-Faced Demon King, there is no difference between true and false in the Nine-Style Sword Moves. Because whatever you see is false, it will be true the next moment. Since they are all true, you must treat them as true.
The former flower-picking thieves must have extraordinary abilities. Physical skills and techniques are indispensable. Otherwise, how can they run rampant across the country?
I saw the Thousand-Faced Demon King's feet moving slightly, and then nine figures came up to meet him in white clothes, and they held orchid fingers and touched the sword body.
Nine versus nine, truth versus truth. Facing the strange movement technique used by the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord for the first time, Dugu Qingqing's heart froze. Suddenly, he bit his silver teeth and his face flushed.
The nine styles have been unified into one, which is Dugu Qingqing's greatest achievement in breaking through the master level. However, this sword will also be her last sword, because it is a sword that overdraws her energy and energy.
The white clothes merge with the nine postures, and the nine shadows become one.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord squinted his eyes and looked at Dugu Qingqing, who reflected the nine postures of his sword. The orchid finger on his left hand immediately changed to the secret mudra, Vajra Intention.
"I'm the best at head-to-head confrontation at Sword-making Mountain."
With a slight scolding, the white-clothed sword shot out diagonally, reflecting the sword energy all over the sky. It was an unreasonable fighting method for mountain people, but it was also the most practical fighting method.
Facing Mu Pinshan's sword energy storm, the Thousand-Faced Demon Lord snorted coldly. "Then I'll let you know how hard King Kong is."
Taishu Wujiang looked at the one beside him who had fainted and the other who could not hold the sword. He raised his head and looked at the two desperate girls. He shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "If you are only injured but not dead, I'm afraid there is no chance."
The Vajra Intent in the left hand violently shakes the storm of sword energy, and the Qingxuan in the right hand merges into the Pao Ding sword technique to fight against the nine postures and unify them.
"That's all, but it won't cost my life. Otherwise, let's change places and fight for three hundred rounds."
"No - change it, it's fine here."
This sentence was not spoken by anyone present, but came from below the mountain.
The Thousand-Faced Demon Lord's expression changed, because the speaker was so familiar that he knew who it was even if his speech was unclear. He also recognized the person who turned into ashes.
A person walked up the mountain. I saw that the person walked a little stiffly, as if he had a borrowed body. He was stumbling and had his eyes closed...