"Eight-faced Buddha..."

Looking at the huge Buddha shadow looming in the white mist, Feng Wushuang's breathing was a little stagnant, and his heart seemed to be unable to calm down like a drum.

The Liansheng Sect has been passed down for a long time. It is said that it is an ancient sect that has existed since ancient times. Even though martial arts have been popular for three thousand years, in fact, the nine fundamental laws in the sect are still the foundation of Taoism.

The Eight-faced Buddha is one of the four great Taoist techniques under the "Golden Body Old Mother" of the nine old mothers, and is also her most skilled Taoist technique.

A few years ago, her attainments in this Taoist art were approaching the tenth grade, and she used this Taoist art to kill a great elder in the sect.

But compared with the Buddha shadow in front of me, it is too pale...

With the blessing of this rich incense and vows, this is probably beyond the insurmountable boundary of the "twelve grades"!

Taoism is not as good as martial arts, and it is extremely cumbersome to use, but its power is equally great!

If you prepare a first-grade Taoist technique in advance, its power can even be better than that of the second-grade magical power!

The Taoist technique that surpasses the twelve grades is truly the best in the world!

It should be noted that as powerful as Zhang Xuanba, his military situation as he persists in suppressing the world is only twelve ranks!

Woo ~

In the white mist, there seemed to be a sound of true friction.

"Master!"

Lu Qingting was very agile. He flashed his magical move and avoided the surging white mist. The monks from Lanke Temple roared and rushed into the white mist.

The next moment, he, who was closest to him, could no longer sense the existence of these monks, and seemed to have disappeared from the world.

Huh ~

Under the white mist, the huge Anyang City fell into silence again.

"Since ancient times and for three thousand years, you are the worst opponents you have ever seen..."

On the altar, Liansheng's mother caressed the little doll with a angrily face, her smile still, but her eyes were as indifferent as ice:

"I still remember that Bodhidharma, Sloppy, Zhang Yuanzhu, or Zhang Xuanba, who were both very young and old…"

Three thousand years of change.

She had seen and experienced so many things, so many things that she had siege and killing the seven martial saints in front of her, and she had no trouble in her heart.

Today's world is better than the past, but she is also far better than that of the past.

Once upon a time, the little monk who traveled to the east could make her feel like a ray of light on her back, but now, even if there are ten little monks coming, she won't care.

"God, it's finally going to change, only one step away from..."

Huh ~

It was like a cold current sweeping across the city, and there was no noise or fluctuation in the huge Anyang City, and everyone was frozen in place.

He stared blankly at the huge Buddha who was faintly hidden among the rolling clouds and mist.

At this moment, not only a group of great masters of the unity of man and nature, but also ordinary people can see that the Buddha shadow seems to have broken through the boundary between nothingness and reality.

Under the pressure of the indescribable aura, even though Lu Qingting, who was carrying the speed of "Shenxing", had already applied to Ning Wuqiu, his heart couldn't help but feel cold.

In a trance, there was a sense of intimidation from gods and Buddhas in front of me.

"What kind of surprise do you want?"

The breeze is gentle, and a calm sound is blowing. Wherever the sound wave passes, the white mist that is so sticky that the wind cannot blow away, splits silently.

Huh ~

The wind and snow outside the city blew in.

Lu Qingting turned around with difficulty and saw an old man walking slowly, wearing a white gray coat, carrying a black sword without a sheath.

Dustless and exhausted, it was Mu Qingliu who had traveled through two places within a year.

"Mu Qingliu!"

Ning Wuqiu's heart thumped and subconsciously avoided a few steps.

He was disdainful of the imperial court's usurping list. He was like Jiang Wuyang and should not be as famous as him.

But there are some that convinced him.

For example, the gray-clothed swordsman in front of him, the Ming sword god Mu Qingliu.

In the past seventy years, the discussions about all kinds of martial saints have never subsided in the world.

And no matter who he is in, he is enough to rank among the top three.

Nowadays, he is truly the best in the world!

"You know that you are out of trouble and you are not far away from overseas, but you still dare to come. Such courage makes you look at me with admiration..."

Seeing the old man, Liansheng's mother was a little moved, but it was just a little:

"What a pity, what a pity..."

Mu Qingliu raised his eyes:

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that the gap between you and Zhang Xuanba is very big, and the gap between him and his old body is also very big..."

The old woman on the altar carelessly:

"If you are yours, you will stay away from overseas and come back in a hundred years. Although the results are the same, you will live for more than a hundred years."

"It was only after the martial arts gathering for three thousand years that Brother Xuanba was born. Mu was not as good as him, so he was sure, but..."

The black sword raised lightly, Mu Qingliu lowered his eyes and laughed:

"What qualifications do you, an old and immortal thief, have you compared with Brother Xuanba?"

Boom!

When the sound came down, the hand was raised and the sword came out.

There was no excessive skill, just a sword rose up, and in an instant, the sky seemed to be shaking and earth in Dingyang City.

Visible to the naked eye, a sword energy was like a thunder dragon roaring, rolling into the air, dividing the white mist inside and outside the long street and within hundreds of feet.

This is not even a sword move in the ordinary sense, but when it comes together, it seems to be more terrifying and more sharp than the yin and yang distinction that Yu Baimei slashed with the Seven Tribulation Sword.

In an instant, the clouds and mist were gone, and the sky was almost formed into a sea of ​​swords.

boom!

The endless fierce sword seemed to cut the world open together. Under the terrifying sword force, the huge square was boiling.

Thousands of the Liansheng scholars felt that they were hit by swords, and their bones were cold, and many of them subconsciously dodged.

Only Feng Wushuang, the moment the sword stance rose, his eyes lit up.

She didn't know how high the old monster on the altar practiced the Taoist art of "Eight-faced Buddha", but at this moment, she keenly sensed the tremor of this Taoist art.

In addition to Mu Qingliu's sword, the power of the eight martial saints' combined power has reached the limit of this Taoist technique infinitely!

Under the trembling sword force, Ning Wuqiu, the martial saint-level strongman who was watching from afar, couldn't help but wait for the battle and took a few steps back.

But on the altar, although Liansheng's mother smiled slightly, her expression did not change much.

"The world is so stupid..."

She said.

"How can a short-lived old man be compared with an immortal?!"

Buzz!

It was like a whispering of gods and Buddhas. In an instant, there seemed to be endless praise and worship sounds inside and outside the void.

roar!

It seems like the sound of dragons roaring and tigers resounding throughout the sky.

The clouds and mist that were broken by the sword force rolled down again. At the same time, a huge Buddha palm that seemed to be virtual and illusory, and seemed to be real.

It also hangs down like the sky, pressing horizontally towards Mu Qingliu:

"Good sword technique, but if you want to kill me, you still..."

“It’s a lot of difference!”

Boom!

The sea of ​​clouds tumbling, the earth trembled, and the huge palms had not fallen, and the entire city seemed to be overwhelmed.

"Supernatural powers, immobilize!"

At this moment, a long and passionate roar of the light of the enlightenment came from the clouds and mists.

In an instant, the huge eight-faced Buddha paused for a moment.

In just a moment, a sword light that split the void slashed out with the burning Fangtian Painted Ridge like a fiery fire.
To be continued...