Songs of the Youth: Ten Years of Seclusion, Asking the Sword in Xueyue City Chapter 9 Ten thousand swords return to the sect! Swords come! VS the top-level King Kong Demon Subduing Ability!
Chapter 9 Ten thousand swords return to the sect! Swords come! VS the top-level King Kong Demon Subduing Ability!
Fang Ping sighed inwardly. Before he could speak, Lei Wujie introduced him first:
"This is the famous Qingmu Sword Immortal. He entered the Happy Heaven Realm at the age of seventeen and is the fourth city lord of Xueyue City!"
"Oh? The rumored Aoki Sword Immortal is you?"
Jinxian raised his eyebrows with a hint of appreciation:
"It's a pity that if we were to look forward to the sword immortal's grace in normal times,
But I have important matters today, Aoki Sword Immortal won’t make it difficult for me, right?”
Fang Ping smiled slightly and glanced at Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo intentionally:
"Of course, as long as it doesn't interfere with my mission."
Jinxian immediately understood and smiled back:
"That's good."
After that, it was Wu Xin’s home court, chatting with ‘old friends’ and fighting against Jin Xian. The scene was wonderful.
Fang Ping had no interest in this, but he heard Xiao Se and Lei Wujie talking at the side, saying that the man with the jade crown, whose real name was Shen Jingzhou, was a famous Fengxue Swordsman in the world, and was also a master of swordsmanship in the free world.
Therefore, through Wuxin's fight with Jinxian, Fang Ping carefully observed every move of the Snow Wind Sword, and deepened his understanding of the way of the sword.
Suddenly, Jinxian stopped fighting and left in a hurry with his men.
Lei Wujie scratched his head and looked confused:
"Why did he suddenly stop fighting? It's strange. Was he scared off by Wu Xin's forbidden martial arts?"
Xiao Se crossed his arms across his chest and said lazily:
"Who knows, maybe I was scared away by you."
"..."
Fang Ping glanced at Xiao Se and felt that this man was not simple... During the fight just now, Jinxian glanced at him and immediately stopped and left.
Afterwards, Wuxin entrusted his old friend and Venerable Fran to hold a ritual ceremony in the future, and then jumped over the wall and left.
...
During the three days of waiting, Wuxin took Lei Wujie to boxing, while Fang Ping learned a lot about the world from Tang Lian and Sikong Qianluo, and his understanding of the world was further improved.
Fang Ping looked at the golden coffin and thought:
"As it is now, is the golden coffin still useful?"
"this......"
Tang Lian stopped talking and glanced in the direction of Wu Xin:
"It's hard for me to judge, but I have already repaired the book and returned to Xueyue City. Master will tell me how to do it."
"I think it's useless," Sikong Qianluo said with a smile on his face, "The coffin was originally used to contain Wu Xin, but now he can leave on his own, so what's the use of the coffin?"
Fang Ping smiled... No one wants the coffin, so can I pick it up?
At this time, three hundred monks climbed the mountain to the temple, sat around and began to practice.
The chanting of scriptures became more and more unified, the sound became louder and louder, and a majestic energy spread.
At the same time, countless golden Sanskrit words emerged, with three hundred monks as a formation, slowly rotating into the sky, and three hundred sounds converged into one, like the Sanskrit sounds of heaven.
On the other side, Wuxin took out the extremely precious relics in the temple and met the old monk for the last time.
Sikong Qianluo put his hands on his hips:
"Wuxin obviously values love and justice, but so many people want to harm him and control him."
"The thirty-two forbidden arts of Rakshasa Hall are combined into one, and any one of them can cause quite a stir in the world."
Tang Lian thoughtfully said:
"What they want is not the monk, but the benefits after getting him."
After a while, Wu Xin and Xiao Se walked out of the temple gate. Lei Wujie's eyelids were slightly red, as if he had cried.
Suddenly, Wu Chan, who was sitting under the pavilion, stood up:
"Zen Master Dajue and the others are here!"
Because there were too many variables along Wu Xin's journey, Jiulongmen couldn't sit still, so he came directly to find him.
Arhat formed a formation and obviously wanted to end it.
"boom--!"
Without warning, Lei Wujie rushed into the formation with his killing sword and started fighting with one of the Arhats.
Tang Lian frowned and rushed over immediately.
Not long after, Lei Wujie was defeated and flew out of the formation, falling heavily to the ground.
"I won't let you go today," Dajue closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Wuxin, you'd better go with us honestly."
The latter smiled evilly and took the initiative to enter the Arhat Formation:
"Zen Master Dajue, do you know why my master became a demon?"
"Haha, of course it's because of you!"
The phase of the Arhat Formation changes, the Angry Eye Vajra and the Compassion Vajra change their positions, sliding out of light tracks in mid-air, punching and kicking Wu Xin.
The latter's eyes narrowed, and an illusory golden bell appeared, blocking the rapid attacks of the Arhats.
Then, Wu Xin's eyes flashed, revealing a strange purple light, and he used forbidden techniques to fight back...
Xiao Se crossed his arms and said to himself:
"The magical power of free heart bells, this monk."
When Fang Ping heard this, he immediately looked at the golden bell around Wu Xin... His magical defensive power was really good.
The next moment, Wuxin caused the Six Arhats to fall into an illusion, forcing Dajue to take action.
I saw Zen Master Dajue's muscles swollen, his skin turned golden, and his strength was as strong as the Vajra Arhat subduing demons.
"Wuxin, you monster! Wangyou became a demon because of you, the world is in panic because of you, and you still don't know how to repent!"
Wu Xin's eyes were filled with anger:
"Wrong! It was you who forced him to become a demon!"
The two shouted angrily and rushed towards each other.
"The Vajra has magical powers to subdue demons, and the Vajra is indestructible," Xiao Se said calmly, "The True Form Arhat Formation gathers the inner strength of the six people into the Great Awakening, and it is very difficult to be unintentional."
After the words were spoken, Wu Chan rushed over with a look of urgency:
"Master, Wuxin is not a demon!"
"Conquering demons and demons is the right thing to do in the world. Even you can't tell the difference!"
The voice of the Great Enlightenment in the form of Vajra Buddha was like a loud bell, and he punched Wuchan, who immediately flew more than twenty meters away.
Seeing that Wu Xin was being beaten back and forth, Tang Lian was hesitant in her heart. It had nothing to do with the mission. What should she do?
Suddenly, a silver gun passed by and pointed directly at Dajue:
"Bah, there is no distinction between good and evil. I think you are the evil one!"
Sikong Qian fell into the formation, spoke with a sharp tone, and waved his silver spear, hitting Dajue and splashing out sparks.
"Xueyue City!"
Dajue roared angrily and swung his Vajra fist fiercely. Sikong Qianluo was unable to bear the huge force and retreated thirty steps even with his gun.
As she stepped back, a figure passed by her, and at the same time, several hidden weapons passed by her.
It was Tang Lian.
Dajue's eyes were filled with anger and he waved his fist to force Tang Lian back:
"Tangmen, Xueyue City! Why are you trying to stop me and kill the evil spirits? What's wrong with that!"
Tang Lian said seriously:
"Zen Master Dajue, you have gone too far. If this continues..."
"shut up!"
Dajue's roar interrupted him, so he closed his eyes and performed the exercises.
The six Arhats behind him seemed to notice something and immediately spoke:
"No......"
Before he finished speaking, Six Arhats' internal energy was forcibly taken away and he fainted.
And if the power of the Great Awakening increases to another level, it may reach the realm of free and easy heaven.
"Come! Anyone who stops me from slaying the demon will become a demon!"
"The magical power of King Kong to subdue demons!"
Daju's body expanded again, and the feeling of oppression doubled.
"Wu Xin! Everything started because of you, the evil spirits must be punished!"
Dajue's speed surged, his voice came before his fist, and Wuxin was smashed into the wall, followed by Wuchan, Tanglian...
"The state of Zen Master Dajue is not right," Sikong Qianluo stood with his gun in his sight, "He looks like...a demon."
Desolate face looked slightly solemn:
"Dajue, he must have gone crazy."
While he was talking, Dajue suddenly came over him. He glared angrily and punched Sikong Qianluo's face:
"Xueyue City helps the evil spirits, so be on guard!"
The latter subconsciously avoided it, but was frightened by Dajue's evil spirit, and his legs weakened and he almost fell down.
Seeing the fist bigger than the lantern getting closer, Sikong Qianluo's face turned pale:
"Dad..."
At the critical moment, a wooden sword lay between Dajue and Sikong Qianluo.
"Zheng——"
The sword sounded, and the sword intent surged. The originally fragile Qingmu sword, coerced by Fang Ping's sword intent, became like a magic weapon, easily blocking Dajue's punch.
Tang Lian saw the opportunity, pulled Sikong Qianluo and quickly retreated, clasping her fists to say thank you:
"Thank you, Sword Immortal, for coming to the rescue."
Fang Ping didn't reply, but Dajue couldn't help it anymore and roared angrily:
"Who are you, and you want to stop me? This Hanshui Temple is an evil den!"
Fang Ping stood alone with a calm tone:
"It's not a stop, but if you attack them, it won't work."
Dajue's eyes were filled with a hint of madness, and he geared up and said:
"I don't care what kind of devil you are, today I will do justice for heaven and bring back a bright and prosperous world!"
Fang Ping smiled:
"Then the question is, if you become possessed, are you considered a devil?"
"Do you think you should be punished or not?"
Dajue snorted angrily and rushed towards him with his fist raised:
"The sharp-tongued little ghost is looking for death!"
Fang Ping raised his hand to summon the green wood sword, held it in his hand, and used the hilt of the sword to respond to the enemy.
"When—!"
The sword's intention drove the sword and hit Dajue's abdomen hard, making a loud bell-like sound and knocking him back a hundred meters.
"Drink!"
Dajue roared and roared again, with a huge Vajra shadow appearing behind him.
The bells are ringing for no reason, and the Sanskrit sounds are coming down from the sky.
"Death to the devil!!"
Fang Ping stood on his tiptoes, standing five hundred meters in the air with his green wooden sword, and glanced at the bustling city below the mountain.
Then he struck the city with his right hand:
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan! The sword comes!"
"Ding--"
"Zheng——!"
"Buzz-"
The knights in the city, the master of the sword pavilion, the bodyguard and others all looked startled, staring at the sword with wide eyes.
My sword...why is it vibrating and roaring for no reason?
The swordsmen on the street were stunned on the spot, looking down at their swords, then looking up and around. They were surrounded by people who looked confused.
"Zheng——"
The next moment, a sharp sword came out of its sheath and flew towards the top of the mountain under the guidance of Mingming.
The clanking sound of the drawn sword is endless, and the cold light scorches people's eyes.
The sword blades all over the sky were like dark clouds pressing down on the country, covering half of the city, and they were all gathering somewhere.
"My sword, come back!"
"receive!"
Some swordsmen also tried to lead their swords back, but to no avail. In the blink of an eye, they couldn't even find the swords.
"Who is wielding a sword here...the Five Swordsman?"
"I've never heard of a swordsman who can handle tens of thousands of swords."
"This is more than tens of thousands of handles..."
Everyone looked up and sighed, their eyes full of shock.
On the other side, ten thousand swords are rolled up in the sky, guided by Fang Ping and hung on the top of the mountain, pointing directly at Vajra Buddha.
“Evil prevails over good!”
Facing tens of thousands of flying swords, Dajue was not afraid. The phantom of Vajra Buddha behind him burst out with light and unleashed a punch that shook the world.
Ten Thousand Swords returned to their sect, and used their magical power to subjugate demons against the possessed King Kong. Their power was so powerful that the mountains shook.
Wuxin and Wuchan looked at each other and immediately evacuated with Lei Wujie and others, as well as the six unconscious Arhats, to avoid the power of the Sword Immortal.
Thousands of cold swords are like swallowing the sky, and the Vajra Indestructible Palm Buddha shines brightly!
The two extremely powerful forces collided together, and at first there was the sound of jingling, clanging, and jingling, but on the way it turned into a roaring and muffled sound.
In the end, there was a long-lasting sound of sword chanting that made people mistakenly think that it was ringing in the ears.
The clouds rolled back and purple lightning flashed, like a catastrophe.
When the momentum gradually subsided, the mountain was in a dilapidated state, with flying swords stuck everywhere, even worse than the Kenshin Tomb.
However, Dajue still maintained his vajra body, but his power was destroyed. His body was nailed to the ground by nineteen flying swords, and his golden skin oozed red blood, which was extremely eye-catching.
If he didn't hold back, the Great Awakening would surely perish here.
Looking at the dying Dajue, Fang Ping said:
"You lose twice, once to me and once to your own inner demons."