In addition to hiding something that has not been released, the Yuan Thirteen Arrow is Ning Que's most powerful method, surpassing the powerful Haoran Qi in his body. It is precisely because of the Yuan Thirteen Arrow that he always faced the realm of his own.
Only powerful enemies who are one level higher can find their way out in despair, and even make their opponents desperate
With the Yuan Thirteen Arrow, in the depths of the wasteland, he had just entered the Cave Xuan Realm and destroyed Longqing with one arrow. He had been entangled with Ye Hongyu who had entered the Zhiming Realm for a long time. If there was no Yuan Thirteen Arrow today, face the Baoshu Master and
Cheng Ziqing, two powerful men in the realm of knowing fate, had no other way than to admit defeat.//..< >-//
In the past, enemies had different methods to deal with Yuan Thirteen Arrows. Ye Hongyu relied on meticulous terrifying calculations in battle, Longqing relied on unique experience to capture the enemy first, and Master Baoshu saved his life by the Buddha's relics Yulan Bell.
Cheng Ziqing even shattered his natal sword, and this method can only be used once.
However, the method used by Qi Nian is to use the sound of the ancient temple bell to forcibly twist the space. This is a powerful method that no one can imagine. Is this the highest level in the world of cultivation?
No matter how strong the willpower is, he should be desperate at this time, but Ning Que still does not. He once again pulled his bow like a full moon that never existed in this world, keenly capturing the undetectable moment in the echoing rhythm of the ancient temple bells.
In an instant, let go of the bowstring and shoot another arrow.
This time, Yuan Shisan Arrow found the gap in the rhythm of the bell, which was equivalent to finding the still smooth and real space in the twisted space in front of the hall!
Facing this arrow, Qiming's expression was quiet and resolute, but his body still did not move, and Zen's thoughts moved again.
Two extremely deep Buddhist auras led to endless auras of heaven and earth, and emerged in the air beside him, and then closed in front of him like two heavy ancient temple gates.
The iron arrow shot into the viscous air, and a black lightning-like figure appeared.
The speed of the iron arrow dropped sharply, rubbing with the air at high speed, making a heart-pounding scream. The arrow body burned, emitting a pungent burnt smell, and then finally stopped.
The iron arrow was quietly suspended in the air, three feet away from Qi Nian's face.
Qi Nian frowned slightly.
The iron arrow fell dejectedly from the air.-< >-..
Before the iron arrow fell to the ground, Ning Que's third arrow arrived again.
The seven thoughts could no longer be resisted by meditation. The hands that had been hanging in the kapok robe held two afterimages and closed them in front of their chests. What do you think is the Buddha's ritual?
The invisible mountain gate in front of him, formed by the breath of Buddhism, pulling the vitality of heaven and earth, was closed tighter.
The iron arrow shot into the invisible aura of the mountain gate.
A tangible ripples appeared in the air in front of the hall, and then passed in all directions one by one.
The iron arrow is in the center of those ripples.
Every ripples are an impact.
Qi Nian's resolute face changed slightly, pale, then slightly red, and then pale again, and four times in a row, just the same number of ripples that the iron arrow made in the air in front of him.
Ning Que's fourth arrow arrives.
This iron arrow shot the tail of the third iron arrow unimaginably.
The two arrows collided with each other, making a crisp sound of iron.
This iron arrow was like a very heavy hammer held by Senior Brother Six, and it hit the chopping board hard, smashing the third iron arrow deep into the air in front of Qi Nian.
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The seven thoughts of Zen heart is slightly shocked.
He lifted his heels and the worn kapok robe danced lightly in the wind. He rushed backwards to a land of three feet.
The straw sandals on his feet rubbed against the bluestone ground and spread out, leaving three feet of broken grass chips on the ground.
At this time, the second iron arrow shot by Ning Que had just landed on the ground and made a tingling sound.
The sound sounded, the seven thoughts of Zen were hindered, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corners of the lips.
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The Buddha Sect was walking in the world. He was actually injured under the Thirteenth Arrow of Yuan Dynasty!
The people in the Hou Temple were shocked to speak in words when they looked at this scene.
Qi Nian looked at Ning Que quietly, his expression was a little solemn, but his eyes became complicated.
Some pity, some regrets, some compassion.
Ning Que didn't know what the monk was thinking.
He just wanted to kill the monk.
So he continued to fire the fifth arrow without any warning.
Just as he stepped on the arrow...*o
Seven thoughts come up with thoughts again.
This time his thoughts were no longer defense, but attack.
The merciful attack is still an attack.
This is the first time Qi Nian really took action today.
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A Buddha statue appeared in front of Ning Que's eyes.
He knew this was his spiritual world.
The Zen thoughts of the seven thoughts have come to your own sea of consciousness.
Ning Que knew how powerful his mind was, so even though he knew that since the Buddha sect had taken the seven thoughts as the Dharma name, his Zen chant was naturally amazing, he was still not afraid.
He was ready to use his own mind power to crush the Zen thought that the other party had been mercilessly crushed and killed the other party, causing a heavy blow to the other party, and even prepared to use this Zen thought to launch a counterattack.
But the next moment, he found that he had lost all the battles
It's not that there is no fighting will, but that there is no fighting
In front of the statue of the Buddha with golden light and full of compassion and peace, it was not just a battle, but also a violent aura... all the negative emotions seemed to have disappeared.
Looking at the Buddha sitting between heaven and earth in front of him, Ning Que's state of mind was peaceful and he could not have any fighting spirit.
A faint sound came in his ears.
"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."
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Ning Que had previously told Master Baoshu in the hall that he did not believe in Buddhism.
Some people in the academy read Buddhist scriptures, and some senior brothers even practiced Buddhism. But if they really wanted to look deeper, no one in the back mountain believed in Buddhism, and no one even looked down on the Buddhist sect.
This deeply rooted concept started with the junior uncle and then developed at the second senior brother.
Ning Que followed his uncle, worshiped his second senior brother, and inherited the legacy of Master Liansheng, who regarded the Buddha Sect as a turtle. So even though he learned Buddhism and practiced the mantra in Lanke Temple, he was moved by Master Qishan.
But it is still impossible to believe in Buddhism in your heart, and you still maintain a contemptuous attitude.
Even if a Buddha really dares to stop him, he will shoot with an arrow or a knife, not to mention that the magnificent Buddha statue that appears in front of him now is just a fake Buddha.
For all conditioned laws in the world, faith is the basis.
Not believing is the basis for breaking the Dharma.
Ning Que turned around and looked at the weak mulberry lying on his shoulders.
If there is a Buddha, this is the true Buddha.
Then he looked into his hands.
What he held was not a butcher's knife, but an iron bow.
So he stood up straight and put his bow again.
In the deepest part of this world.
Master Liansheng's satisfied laughter came faintly.
Before the iron arrow, the solemn Buddha statue gradually disappeared.
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Only a moment passed in the Lanke Temple.
Ning Que paused slightly. The fifth arrow finally shot out.
Qiming's expression was slightly different. Then he realized that the disciples of the academy were all crazy unbelievers, and he couldn't help but sigh silently.
Ning Que's fifth arrow did not have sharp arrow clusters, but small iron cans.
In the autumn rain in front of Honglian Temple, too many small iron cans have been used.
Previously, in the hall, he used another one to deal with Master Baoshu.
This is the last one.
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The air waves splashed and roared like thunder.
The monks on the stone plaza in Hou Temple were so shocked by the waves that they were still in a posture of chanting and reading the scriptures.
The front beam of the Buddhist temple was hit again, and the sound of the sound gradually showed signs of collapse.
The extremely thick invisible mountain gate in the sky was finally broken.
Countless sharp iron pieces whizzed past Qi Nian's body.
The shabby kapok robes became increasingly worn.
There were countless bloody mouths on Qi Nian's body, and blood was dripping.
However, his expression was still calm and firm.
Ning Que pulled the bow again, his hands began to tremble, but his voice did not tremble at all: "I don't believe in evil, so I naturally don't believe in Buddhism. If you don't really take action, then I want to try to see if you can shoot you to death."
And at this moment, a ringtone suddenly rang behind the carriage!
Master Baoshu, who had a broken arm, struggled to walk in a pool of blood, and his fingers touched the Ullanbell!
The bells in Lanke Temple were rumbling.
The Buddha light that fell from the top of Mount Wa became thicker and thicker and fell on the black carriage.
In the carriage, the surface of the big black umbrella became thinner and thinner, and the bones began to tremble and creak.
Under the supreme Buddha power, even the black umbrella showed a sense of fear for the first time.
Sang vomited blood again.
Ning Que's face was pale, he suddenly turned around and shot an arrow into the hall.
However, this arrow shot on Qi Nian!
I don’t know when the seven thoughts entered the Buddhist temple.
He sat cross-legged in front of Master Baoshu, his eyes slightly lowered and his expression was compassionate.
The dark iron arrow was piercing deeply into his chest.
The tail of the arrow was still trembling and swinging at high speed, making a buzzing sound.
Qi Nian's expression remained unchanged, as if he could not feel pain.
What is even more puzzling is that the powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrow could not shoot through the monk's body!
"Do not move the Dharma body of the Ming King!"
Master Qishan leaned in Guan Han's arms and looked at the iron arrow in Qi Nian's chest. He looked extremely weak, but his eyes were extremely shocked and he murmured: "Ning Que, he has cultivated the Dharma body of the Ming King... Give up."
Qi Nian raised her head, looked at Ning Que quietly, and shook her head.
He still didn't say anything, but Ning Que understood what he meant.
"You are much stronger than the rumors, but you can't shoot me to death."
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Master Baoshu sat in a pool of blood, his face pale and firm, and he kept shaking the copper bell with his remaining arms.
The Buddha's light was so powerful that the mulberry on Ning Que's back kept spitting blood. The blood in her body seemed to have been spit out. Now the blood spit out was black, thick like ink.
Ning Que pulled the strings to aim at Baoshu, his face pale, his fingers trembled slightly, and the bowstring, which was tightly pressed against his lips, trembling slightly, cutting a very thin bloody mouth on his lips.
Between him and the treasure tree, a monk named Qi Nian sat cross-legged.
Just as soon as he entered the realm of Zhiming, he could force the Buddha sect to this state, forcing the other party to be harmed by the Buddha's heart and ask for a Dharma body. This is something that anyone is proud of. In a sense, today's battle
, In the end, it proved that the academy defeated the Buddhist sect, and he did not embarrass the academy.
But if the ending cannot be changed, then what is the point of everything?