Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 158

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Bang!

In the furnace of chaos, the young monk shook his palm again, his whole body glowed with black and golden Buddha light, and the true energy of Buddhism exuded a cold and gloomy air.

The furnace wall protrudes, and another palm print emerges. The prototype of Su Qinian's true meaning of the turtle-snake fist is too fierce. He connects the primordial energy of heaven and earth in the depths of the dark void, and draws down the life energy of the rotation of heaven and earth under the earth. The vital qi and blood are endless and continuous, and every punch is at its peak.

hum!

The furnace of chaos was several feet high, and at this moment, as the two of Su Qinian fought, the air in a radius of more than twenty feet twisted and then shattered, revealing a pale vacuum world.

The air collapsed in all directions, and the grand momentum made the long street more and more quiet. The people in the market did not show their signs, and the martial arts masters duel, just like the current situation, you will be injured if you rub it, and you will die if you touch it.

In the distance, there are some figures on the roof, figures appearing on the pavilions and pavilions, all of them are from the Jianghu Wulin who happened to be nearby in Yangzhou City, and there are even alternate Dragon Guards and Dragon Guards who came out of the Dragon Guard Villa.

"The Tortoise and Snake Fist, which was established in Wudang, is actually played with such a grandeur in the hands of this son, and bred such a broad and true meaning."

"Occasionally, I have heard that recently there seems to be a young master who is just fledgling, from the Qingyang Peak lineage of Wudang, Dao, Hubei."

""Conquering the Third King of Ming Dynasty"? Isn't this generation of Daming Temple the little Ming King who pointed directly at the Dragon and Tiger List? Who is this young monk? I have never seen or heard of it. Could it be that he is a rising star who has been hidden in Daming Temple for many years? Home weather..."

Some martial arts practitioners in Yangzhou city who have lived for many years frowned, hesitated to speak, and those who could comprehend "The Body of the Three Kings of Ming Dynasty" were always those who were gifted and enlightened in the Daming Temple. The third king of Ming Dynasty, who will never move, but at this moment when it is cast from the hands of the young monk who looks like a black monk, the temperament is completely different.

In the depths of Hulong Villa.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar stood under the green bamboo, sighed, and said: "The king of Ming has reversed, and the ghost has appeared in the world. The third king of Ming is really worthy of his reputation."

At the end of the long street, the Hunyuan Flame melted gold and iron, the young monk stopped his hands, his eyes were cold, despite the Hunyuan Flame adding to his body, and the strength of his fists vibrated, he was full of black and golden Buddha light, without any damage, showing pity at this moment Zhise, said: "Very good, your boxing skills can be regarded as entering the room, but it's a pity, if you have established the foundation and the true energy of the inner family is conceived, you may not be able to fight me happily. You must know that the dark orifice is perfect, and you are not alone!"

boom!

The next moment, the young monk's eyes shot out the black gold Buddha's light, like two sharp arrows, hitting the furnace wall, producing the sound of gold and iron.

Immediately afterwards, he raised one hand, and the dark and gloomy black gold Buddha's light gathered in the palm of his hand. This is a strange kind of true energy of Buddhism, and Su Qinian could not feel the compassion and masculinity of people in Buddhism at all.

In an instant, one of the young monk's hands was cast like black gold, emitting a cold metallic light.

puff!

With just one palm, the Furnace of Chaos was smashed through.

The melting furnace of chaos turned from reality to emptiness, Su Qinian stopped in time, but was also knocked back more than ten feet, his fist was bleeding, blood dripping like chaos, but Su Qinian didn't notice it, his eyes were fixed, bleeding The palm of his hand grasped the handle of the knife behind him.

Clang!

Keeping the sword for more than ten days, just to get out of the sheath once, the light will shine forever, and kill all evil spirits!

It was still the first stab of death, but it was no longer the prototype of the true meaning. This knife fell into the eyes of many martial arts people in Yangzhou City from afar, as if it was lifted into the sky one day, and the blazing sun tore every inch of the dark corners of the earth .

"Really disgusting knife technique."

The eyes of the young monk became gloomy. He waved his palm, and there seemed to be an ancient Buddha shadow behind him. This Buddha had three faces and eight arms, and his body was dark blue. He held six kinds of bowl, pestle, stick, knife, wheel, and sword. The black gold flames on the back of the weapon are transpiring, squeezing out a dark and pure land in the life-saving truth shrouded in the great sun.

clang!

He waved his palm and forcibly struck Su Qinian with a knife.

Click!

A large crack with a length of [-] to [-] feet spread out. This kind of destructive force shocked many people in the martial arts world. It is impossible for ordinary third-rate masters and hungry tigers to jump into a gorge duel. .

"The "Xiu Ming Dao" of Wudang's Qingyang Peak lineage is a rare first-class and superior sword technique in Wudang. It is rumored that the peak is perfect and can cut off a trace of fate. It is not the top martial arts, but it is better than the top martial arts."

""Conquering the Body of the Third Ming King", the peerless martial arts created by a supreme figure who achieved the pure Yang Yuanshen in the first generation of Daming Temple, forging the third Ming King, the eternal and immovable body of a vajra, with one knife and one palm, although the two are far inferior to the dragon and the tiger There are eighty-one outstanding young people on the list, but they are enough to occupy a place among their peers."

A third-rate expert who has successfully established a foundation, opened up the world, and nurtured the true energy of the inner family is enough to become a respectable figure in a county. After a hundred years, it may not be impossible to become a third-rate martial arts family, let alone Su Qinian and this person who is responsible for the Daming Temple "Jing The bleak and cold monk inherited from "The Body of the Third Ming King" is an ordinary third-rate Xiaocheng, a master of the hungry tiger jumping over the stream. In the eyes of everyone, they may not be their opponents.

call out!

After the first cut, Su Qinian made another sword and died for the second time. He cultivated his true intentions, and the knife was sharp for many days. The inch-long Hunyuan sword energy, the air is like a crack, and a vacuum knife path extends towards the monk.

clang!

It seems that the King Kong is really immovable, the body has no cast, the young monk moves like a black monk's clothes, his palms are like black gold cast, the real air flows, and the palm of the palm directly hits the sharp edge of the knife, bursting out a series of hot sparks the size of a thumb, washing away the years The bluestone slabs that have been built for many years have been melted, showing scorched black holes that are as big as a baby's fist.

Boom!

When the knife fell, the young monk took a step back, his feet fell like a mountain town, and dozens of bluestone slabs were cracked and shattered.

The third knife!

The light of the sword was like thunder and lightning, and the punishment of heaven came to the world. A trace of undetectable fear appeared in the pupils of the young monk, but it soon turned into ferocious and unruly.

"King Ming reverses his life, and the netherworld is alive, pick me up with a pestle!"

The palm made of black gold pierced through nothingness, and actually took the black vajra from the hand of the dark blue Buddha shadow. The young monk swung the black vajra and forcibly struck the third saber.

Bang!

This blow was like the sound of a divine bell from the heavens, the heavenly soldiers beating the divine drum, and the majestic vibrato made muffled hums from time to time. It was because the people living on the long street could not bear the sound waves and mental oppression produced by the collision of forces. The physical body was damaged, and the five internal organs trembled.

Su Qinian's face changed. He didn't expect the young monks in Daming Temple to be so tyrannical. The "Conquerment of the Third Ming King" is also really terrifying.

Lifting his feet and taking a step, his body is like a dragon walking, and the dragon horse rushes into his body, becoming one with him, the footsteps fall as if shrinking to an inch, and with one step, it is more than ten zhang away.

So fast!

Many martial arts practitioners were terrified. This young man who came down from Wudang Mountain was so fast. He looked like a martial arts practitioner who had not yet established a foundation. Even if he was a third-rate master, few people could possess such speed.

"What kind of body method is this?"

"Wudang Martial Arts is profound, with seventy-two meridians, Taiji, Yin and Yang, not many inheritances, many cuts off, maybe we are ignorant..."

There is a dragon guard from Hulong Villa standing on the roof of the long street, on the top of the attic, they looked at each other, knowing that it was Su Qinian who didn't want to hurt the innocent, so they retreated.

"This son is aboveboard. It is rumored that Wudang Qingyang Peak sect's "Xiu Ming Knife" is the most important spiritual will, and there is no room for clutter and dirt."

……

On the outskirts of Yangzhou City, beside the Tongyang Canal.

Su Qinian stopped, listening to the waves rising and falling in his ears, and the ripples creeping up the shore, he turned and looked fourteen feet away, the young monk of Daming Temple was not even a centimeter, with black bodhi leaves on his feet, and his figure fell down.

"Stupid kindness."

The young monk sneered, his eyes were cold and stern, with a mocking look: "The world is so ignorant, life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, do you really think that you are a gentleman and sage, and can save all living beings?"

Su Qinian didn't get angry, but said calmly: "Life and death are fate, but it's not your fate. Wealth is in the sky, no one can trample on life recklessly. To me, a Buddhist disciple like you is not as good as a tree." The ants below are just a fart."

Su Qinian spoke calmly, but with a sonorous tone, the young monk narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and a cold light flashed, and said: "You are right, Buddhist disciples are just farts, killing you in this way will allow me to truly take a step towards transcendence The first step, no one can restrain me anymore!"

boom!

At this moment, the young monk released all the aura of his cultivation, a gust of wind blew up, and sand and rocks flew along the banks of the canal, like a storm coming to the world.

It's just that he has penetrated one of the twelve serious cultivation bases, but in Su Qinian's induction, it is more vigorous and profound than the ordinary third-rate Xiaocheng, the master of the hungry tiger jumping the ravine.

This is the third-rate expert who penetrates the secret orifices and builds a perfect foundation in the flesh. He is as strong as Ruosi just by penetrating one of the twelve classics. It is unimaginable for Su Qinian. How strong will it be.

Su Qinian felt a suffocating pressure, and the Hunyuan Qi and blood in his body showed signs of stagnation.

Without hesitation, Xiu Ming pulled out his sword for the fourth time.

hold head high!

The roar of the knife was like a roar of a dragon, and in the bright light of the knife, the young monk's mind trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed. In the light of the knife, an ancient tortoise woke up from a long-term sleep, swallowed the bright moon of nine days, and gave birth to a towering dragon horn.

When the dragon tortoise came to the world, the ancient and vicissitudes of life circulated on the long blue iron knife, the knife's air was contained but not released, where the long knife passed, the vacuum knife path opened up, and the pale vacuum slightly rippled, giving birth to a trace of untraceable wrinkles .

"Take the bowl!"

The young monk screamed sharply, and a dark blue Buddha shadow appeared behind him. He turned around and took a black gold bowl from his hand. He pointed the mouth of the bowl at the dragon tortoise, and a great devouring power was produced. (Ask for a monthly pass, everyone, come to the starting point to support the genuine subscription, there are more than three days left at the end of the month, everyone still has a monthly pass, hurry up and vote.)

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