The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 648 Buddha Goes to Hell
Before this battle, Abbot Qingming and these Shaolin elders and disciples had been fighting against the enemy all night and day.

This battle should have happened after the fire broke out and before the heavy rain fell.

At that time, only Abbot Qingming survived on Shaolin side, while his opponents were seven.

No.

It should be ten people.

Seven people died in front of Abbot Qingming.

The three left angrily.

If nothing else, Abbot Qingming should be the oldest among the 11 people present.

After a sleepless night, the old abbot soon had heavy bags under his eyes.

Fatigue haunted his body, and it was impossible for him to escape from this place, let alone keep the ten people in front of him here forever.

He looked around at the burning and devastated Southern Shaolin, feeling desolate.

For the peace of Zhongzhou, he decided to risk his life and throw himself into hell.

Never imagined dragging the whole Southern Shaolin into the water together.

The Red Clothes Sect's Jedi counterattack, the Dongying people's resignation to death, and the east and west factories took advantage of the fire to loot, everything came too fast.

It's too fast to catch people off guard!

There are not many responses that Nan Shaolin can make.

It is nothing more than delaying the time for the golden seal to be taken away as much as possible.

And exchange lives with opponents.

The Buddha has already entered hell, and the villains should also be dragged down to hell!
As for the others, they can only be entrusted to those benefactors who care about the Central State.

After fighting fiercely with ten enemies alone for an hour, when the distance was widened to a stalemate, Abbot Qingming, who was extremely exhausted, had a clear mind.

The tense nerves were relaxed, and the body got a moment of rest, but it seemed to be repaired again, full of vitality!

The first person to notice Abbot Qingming's abnormal state was the happy envoy among the Seven Emotions Envoys of Gengtang, who was wrapped in gold and silver.

Although all ten people were younger than Abbot Qingming, after a day of hard work, almost everyone's face was full of exhaustion, and almost no one could maintain a happy mood.

Almost all of them, the only one who can still wear a hippie smile all the time, laughing heartily, laughing twitchingly, laughing almost abnormally is gold and silver.

"Hey hey, old bald donkey, is this the second spring? Let me see how long you can last, hee hee!"

The big fat man with a big belly was giggling and leaning towards Abbot Qingming.

Jin Baoyin didn't intend to use his fat body to give Abbot Qingming a fat bull rush. Just as he was about to hit him, he jumped up, swung the gold brick in his left hand and slapped Abbot Qingming hard on the head!

There was no clear snap like the dozens of times before.

Abbot Qingming's right arm blocked the gold-clad silver wave in advance.

The palm of the left hand is firmly printed on the gold-clad silver heart socket.

"Humph haha!"

Jin Baoyin was still laughing wildly.

But the lumps of flesh on his face have been squeezed into meat buns, and it is impossible to tell which two folds his eyes are stuffed into.

Jin Baoyin stretched out his right hand, like a drowning person instinctively stretching his hand towards the water bank, hoping to grab even a life-saving straw.

The severe pain in his chest made his body go limp, and Abbot Qingming's long beard couldn't stop the ball of meat from falling heavily from mid-air.

boom!
The meat ball that hadn't jumped very high fell to the ground and turned into a meat dumpling. It couldn't even stand up, curled up and knelt down at the feet of Abbot Qingming.

An irresistible sense of paralysis violently occupied every piece of flesh on Jin Baoyin's body, causing him to tremble violently.

In less than three breaths of time, after a moment of sudden convulsions, the meat dumpling turned into a meat pie, and the gold and silver were completely flattened on the ground, and there was no more sound!

Mighty Vajra Palm!
None of the other nine people in the field were ordinary people, and they could all tell that Abbot Qingming was not quick to strike, but he just hit a little ahead of time, and with one palm, he scattered the gold-clad silver hastily gathered to protect his body, and penetrated his thick body. Get the oily flesh and break the heart.

Of course, the amount in advance was "informed" by the abbot Qingming.

Because before that, they have seen how gold-clad silver was slapped on the monk's forehead again and again, and there were dozens of successful slaps of gold bricks on the head of Abbot Qingming.

I don't know if the gold and silver were unwilling to give Abbot Qingming's head a scoop, or whether he was always enjoying it and kept shooting repeatedly, and finally fell into a scheme, smashed his heart with a palm, and died a worthless person.

When Jin Baoyin knelt on the ground, before his breath died, three people rushed forward with three swords.

People are people in black clothes, even if they don't cover their faces, Abbot Qingming can't tell who they are.

The swords are all good swords, famous and famous, and should not be swords in the hands of these three people.

It is clearly three swords, but the attack is like a knife and an axe, so overbearing.

Abbot Qingming seemed to have no choice but to dodge and parry, he retreated again and again, unable to fight back.

But the other six people who were on the outside and hadn't caught up with the offensive soon realized that the old monk was probably out of strength, so they fought and retreated, not giving them the opportunity to take advantage of the situation to double-team the pressure.

The body skills, leg skills and sword skills of the three people in Xuanyi are mixed with the strengths of the various Fana families in the enemy formation, but they are far from reaching the level of integration. If they are single-handedly, they are no more than the strength of a first-class master, but with a tacit cooperation, they can. Compete against the top players.

It is not difficult to see the shadows of Wudang, Emei, and Kunlun in the sword move and sword style, but they have appearances but no spirit. It is a show and no threat to deal with Abbot Qingming.

Only the three-person sword array, which is like the surge of a great river and the tide of the sea, is supplemented by the sharp and strange cover of the three-person sword formation-Kongtong Fog and the Sea Tide Sword Formation, which is the most handy, and the most headache for Abbot Qingming. .

It is ironic that it is not the disciples of Kongtong who can master the Kongtong sword technique and sword formation so exquisitely.

Although the three of them didn't wear flying fish suits or embroidered spring knives, they were indeed the Jinyiwei who overturned the Kongtong faction, one of the five famous decent sects, into a Jianghu training ground.

After several hours of fierce fighting, the three Jin Yiwei naturally knew that apart from the set of Kongtong's "housekeeping" skills that had been honed for nearly two years, the other tricks were no different from scratching the old abbot.

The domineering retreat of the enemy's three axes is not only to win the possible chance of survival for the gold and silver, but also to prevent the opponent from getting in the way.

As for the deeper thoughts of the three of them, Abbot Qingming has already understood.

After fighting for so long, these people should have realized that there is not even a single gold seal here.

The reason why he is not dead with him is that he does not want him to play any role in this overall situation.

Compared with the other seven, Jin Yiwei's killing intent was not so firm.

At first, there may have been an intention to work together to eliminate the enemy, but now they have quietly retreated.

The golden seal is their main goal, and their coordinated actions are threatened by the general trend.

The mentality of the three of them is inseparable from the adult above them.

The Fifth Marquis thought he would disdain to be with the Japanese people. Instead of watching from the sidelines and indulging Yu Tianhe Hongyi's nonsense, it would be better to get involved. First, try to seize the seal to increase his own bargaining chips, and second, to prevent the situation from falling out of control , Clean up the point.

Therefore, the three of Jin Yiwei seem to be taking the lead and doing their best, but they are actually a kind of active self-protection method that takes advance as retreat.

Abbot Qingming was also happy to do his tricks, and played a play with them, taking a few breaths.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and the remaining six obviously didn't have the patience to wait until the three Jin Yiwei were exhausted before playing wheel battle with the old monk.

After half a cup of tea, Abbot Qingming was once again surrounded by nine people.

Seeing the knife slashing, the sword stabbing, the ax chopping, and the hammer smashing, Abbot Qingming shook off the cassock that had four or five holes in it.

The torn cassock fluttered without wind, and seemed to form an inflatable cloth bag to protect Abbot Qingming's torso.

When the knife slashed, there was no clang, the edge of the blade was deflected due to frustration, and then slipped away at an angle.

When the sword stabs, the blade bends and bounces back.

When the heavy ax and the heavy hammer struck, the strength seemed to be in the thick cotton pile, no matter how deep the chopping was, no matter how crushed it was, it would not hurt the root.

The cassock subdues the magic!
Under the siege of nine people, the old monk is still in high spirits, strolling around in the courtyard, how can he not be angry!

A short swordsman couldn't hold back his breath, he suddenly dropped his swords, rolled to Abbot Qingming's side like a monkey, and rushed forward.

Abbot Qingming moved and retreated, dodging the unintentional pounce of the little swordsman, but he didn't completely get rid of him.

When the left arm sank, it was discovered that the short swordsman was actually hanging on the hem of the monk's robe arm, and was tearing the cassock with his teeth bared!

This guy is willing to sacrifice his life in exchange for Abbot Qingming, and he will never want to use cassocks as defense!

It happened as Abbot Qingming expected, and as expected by the other eight people.

However, the "trouble" of the little swordsman exposed Abbot Qingming to the swords of the three Jin Yiwei.

Jin Yiwei didn't want to do something that risked his death, but they didn't mind taking it into his pocket for such a convenient and meritorious thing.

The three of them tacitly raised their swords and attacked Abbot Qingming, who was half a foot away, without meeting their eyes.

Abbot Qingming sighed, lowered his eyebrows, and closed his eyes.

Silently recited "Amitabha".

Stretch the ten fingers of both hands, with the palms facing outwards, the thumbs and index fingers meet, forming the sun wheel seal.

While the sleeve robe was shaking, the short swordsman clutching the cassock seemed to be just a burden, and was easily thrown forward, and the three swords were coming!

The little swordsman took away the rags in both hands, and stared blankly back at Abbot Qingming who opened his eyes and glared.

Then he was pierced through the body by two swords!
No one could clearly see the disbelief and fear in the eyes of the little swordsman.

No one took this scene seriously.

The Jin Yiwei who avoided the flying body of the short swordsman only thought that Abbot Qingming had worked so hard to get rid of the entanglement, and that he had no time to defend himself, so he secretly worked harder and tried to take the lead!

Jianfeng's castration became even faster, and suddenly he was only a few feet away from Abbot Qingming's chest!

But it's so close, it's like a moat.

For some reason, this corrupt Jinyiwei only felt a mountain falling from his head and back.

The moat needs to be filled with mountains, but he is not Monkey Sun, so why should he be suppressed by mountains?

No one answered him, he only heard the crunching sound of cracking in his body!
The back of his neck was broken, his spine was bent and broken, and his femur and lower limb bones were also broken!
His head and body were pressed into the soil one after another!

He can no longer move!
No one knows what happened in the few breaths since the little swordsman put on the robes of Abbot Qingming.

They only saw the short swordsman being easily thrown away, and only saw Abbot Qingming slightly raised his right hand, palm down, and slammed it down!
I also heard the shattering sound of bones that made those who heard it shudder!
What kind of trick is this? !

Everyone involuntarily suppressed their desire to rush forward.

Abbot Qingming took a step forward.

The two Jin Yiwei who had just drawn their swords from the short swordsman gasped and backed away in panic.

But it seems that it is too late.

Seeing that Abbot Qingming raised his right palm lightly, and took a deep picture!
Sensing the imminent descending of Mo Yuwei's power, the two guards in Jinyi looked terrified, stumbled under their feet, and fell backwards.

Both of them were photographed into the mud, their faces were distorted, and their vitality was cut off!
Before he died, one of the guards in Jin Yi saw an invisible giant palm piercing through the clouds above the sky and mercilessly photographed it!
Someone died silently in fear.

One witnesses despair in horror.

There are also people who go crazy in fear!
"what!--"

After the inexplicable death of the short swordsman and the three Jinyiwei, the deputy head of the Red Yi Hall, Thunder Beast Ax Ji Tianbian, who had both axes and hammers, broke down and screamed, while dragging the long ax weighing more than a thousand catties around Qingming. The abbot runs!

I saw this orthodox Dongying man with a dark complexion and a burly figure, whose original name was Yoshida Hebeya, roaring louder and louder, and running faster and faster!

Soon, with Abbot Qingming as the center, a large circle with a radius of three feet was plowed on the ground.

In an instant, earth flew and rocks flew, and the wind was thunderous.

Prisoner Thunder Formation, pay attention to quickly drawing circles to prisoner enemy formations, if you can escape one foot away from the center of the circle before the circle formation is completed, the power of the subsequent ax fall will be reduced due to position correction. Abbot Qingming only moved two steps, and It was no different if he didn't move an inch, so Yoshida Bian was fully sure to put all his strength on him.

The moment the Prison Thunder Formation was completed, Yoshida Bian also bent and stretched his legs, jumped up to a height of three feet, swung the grasping ax shaft over his head with both hands, and jumped to kill!
The blade of the ax drew a sharp cold light in the air, shaped like the sharp claws of a thunder beast, as powerful as thunder!

Abbot Qingming crushed four lives so lightly that even Yoshida Bian was terrified. The strike of the prisoner and the Thunderbolt and the Thunder Ax gathered all his spare energy. Go to the copper skin and iron bones of the "Diamond Sutra" that the old monk studied.

The other four people on the same front did not dare to hope that Ji Tianbian's frenzied blow could kill Abbot Qingming, but they all thought that even if the old monk was an iron walnut, cracks should appear when the ax was struck.

The long ax that was enough to split two large watermelons at the same time was accurately chopped on the three ring scars in the middle of Abbot Qingming's head!
boom!
Abbot Qingming's little watermelon head was not split in half.

Hongyi Rentang's finely crafted long ax remains strong and sharp.

The ground where deep pits and rifts should have appeared was also safe and sound.

Only the hands holding the ax shaft were reluctantly let go amidst heart-piercing desperate wailing, and hung down!
The howling sound came from a strong Japanese man who had been in Zhongzhou for more than [-] years and suffered from various sufferings and diseases.

The native Zhongzhou old monk stood in front of him in an extremely weird way.

The old monk's thumbs are joined together, the index finger is stretched out and the fingers are connected, and the remaining six fingers are tightly clasped.

The right leg is sitting cross-legged, the knee of the left leg is level with the right knee, and only the left toe touches the ground.

Unconventional standing posture, but rooted like an old tree, unshakable!
It can be seen that the old monk is shrouded in golden Buddha light all over his body, and his treasure is solemn!
"Lin, Lin Ziyin? Fudo Mingwang?!"

Finally someone broke the secret.

Everything that just happened is like the bell ringer hitting the golden bell with a hammer, but holding the hammer stubbornly and not letting go until the bell breaks.

The golden bell is not broken or damaged, but the vibrating force is transmitted back to the bell ringer through the clinging hammer.

The bell ringer could only bear all the strength pitifully, and his body was numb and his bones fell apart due to the back shock!
Before the four of them recovered from the shock, Abbot Qingming walked slowly towards Yoshida.

"Amitabha, the donor should practice great tranquility!"

After saying that, he picked up the flower with his right hand and made a light seal on Yoshida's forehead.

Without using any more strength, he just pushed Jiang Hao's head off his neck.

Yoshida Hebeya's head then hung down on his back.

For a while, the surrounding fields were quiet and the rain could be heard.

Snapped!
clap clap!

The soaring flames illuminated the sky above Jiulian Mountain as if it were daytime, so that not many people noticed that it was almost evening.

The fire that burned all night and day caused rain.

The rain hitting the hair and face can be heard clearly.

It seems to make up for the missing heartbeat of the remaining four people who besieged and killed Abbot Qingming.

Before going from panic to struggling to know whether to go or stay, the four of them were surprised to find that the breath of the old monk was gradually becoming tired with the raindrops falling!

They encouraged each other with their eyes, and slowly regained their broken confidence.

Yuki Watanabe, aliased as Du Xiong, was the first to pluck up the courage to tentatively swing the hammer and hit the right face of Abbot Qingming, who was standing strangely again with the seal of Linlin.

Boom!
Although there was a sense of numbness, there was no terrible backlash like before.

What's even more gratifying is that the Buddha's light around Abbot Qingming's body became dimmer to the naked eye.

So Watanabe Yuki began to repeatedly hit the hammer with the hammer.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Hammer after hammer, the Buddha's light around Abbot Qingming swayed uncomfortably like a candle when encountering the breeze that sneaked into the room.

Two Dongying Anzi who have been lurking in Fujian for more than ten years are eager to try.

Ding Tang Da Dharma has invited Watanabe Yuki away, and then he swung his swords at Abbot Qingming with full firepower.

At the beginning, one after another knife gangs pierced through the air, only splashing scattered soil and sand.

Not long after, the sword gang has become like a wall of swords, and earth and rocks are everywhere in the field.

The guardian Ding Tang was obviously too tired to concentrate his strength on the front line to carry out effective strikes.

Abbot Qingming's Fudoming King's Buddha's light was weakened by the blade, and it seemed that a lot of solemnity had been covered up.

It was followed by a Taisao attack by two Dongying Anzi, a man and a woman.

After a stick of incense.

The patter of rain.

The abbot Qingming maintained a strange standing posture with the seal of Jielin from the beginning to the end, and the Buddha's light around him was so dim that it was barely noticeable.

The efforts of the four Dongying people have paid off.

The old monk's right cheek was bruised.

The right nostril was poked open.

Many of the long beards were randomly pulled off.

But they feel that they can no longer continue to consume with the old monk.

The current situation is like boiling eagles. Maybe they were boiling the old monks at first, but long ago the old monks were boiling them.

They too were on the brink of collapse.

Fortunately, they haven't completely collapsed yet, so they caught a glimpse of the old monk's meaningful smile.

Abbot Qingming smiled.

He can fight for a long time.

But only the power of the last blow.

It is the best result to be able to kill four people with one move, and if it is the worst, you have to pick the strongest one to kill.

It's a pity that he didn't manage to bring the four of them into hell when they completely collapsed, so if he can take one away, it counts as one.

The abbot of Qingming changed his handprints, the front handprints, and the big day Tathagata!
Long before Abbot Qingming changed his fingerprints, the four of them fled vigilantly.

But the male Dongying Anzi still couldn't escape the fate of being shot to the ground after all.

"How can it be repaired!"

Seeing the tragic death of her companion who had been with her for more than ten years, the female Dongying Anzi rushed back to Abbot Qingming like crazy.

One after another, he slashed tirelessly at the lifeless old monk.

……

……

Under the mask, the smiling Maitreya squinted his eyes, vaguely seeing traces of rain on the cheeks of the dark Buddha statue.

It looks like the Buddha is crying.

(End of this chapter)