Sky Surveying Demon Hunt

When Weicheng got married, Gao Qunshu hurried to Yunzhou and asked Yuan Ziang to give him a congratulatory gift.

Although the congratulatory gift was just a five-character sticky note, the pen was full of sword rhyme, and the majesty was evident.

Lin Ji had been comprehending for a long time at that time, but he still couldn't get it right.

But now he suddenly realizes that Haoran's sword style is very similar to the pen peak on the note!

I don't know whether this Haoran swordsmanship was originally created by the Holy Emperor, or it was inspired by the amazing and talented first director of the Tiansi Supervisor, Mr. Lan.

The pen and the sword are as one, even the same body!
After the two phases merged, the already unfamiliar swordsmanship suddenly became more proficient.

After Zen, the monk retreated again and again, unable to defend himself.

In the blink of an eye, the heart, throat, dantian and other places received several swords in succession.

He aroused the body-protecting Buddha light, and the golden light shone all over his body.

Although Qing Chi was fierce, he couldn't break through it for a while, leaving only a scar on his body.

At first, the scar was just a shallow one, and it disappeared as soon as it fell.

But as Lin Ji's Haoran swordsmanship became more and more proficient, the sword marks on Chan's body became more and more deep.

Forced to retreat again and again, he was about to be forced into the seal of karma.

The gold and black threads are entangled continuously, forming a huge semicircle tightly covering a radius of hundreds of feet.

Fighting endlessly with the empty and quiet Buddha rhyme inside and outside, it is convex and concave like a living egg inside.

The two rhymes intersect, and from time to time, a flash of lightning and thunder is stirred up.

It seems that the two are fighting with fists and swords, but the battle for the power of Buddhism and Taoism has never stopped!
It even consumes more energy and energy!
Although the Zen monk at this time is only transformed by a divine consciousness, but after all, it is also an arhat spiritual consciousness in the form of Taoism, and with the blessing of Dharma, his combat power is approaching the peak of Taoism!
"Om! Shuli, Shuli, Po Saha!"

Pushed to the edge, the monk who saw no way out suddenly became angry and chanted the Buddha's mantra!
puff!
puff!
There were two explosions in succession, and the two mute slaves of the Kong family turned into blood mist and shattered.

Immediately afterwards, Chan rubbed the monk's shoulders and armpits.

Suddenly, two heads and four arms were born.

A golden light shone brightly behind him.

A statue of Buddha stood faintly in the golden light.

Three heads and six arms, with ferocious faces, each holding a magic weapon.

Lin Ji had seen this Buddha statue in the Thousand Buddha Cave above the water prison, but it was far less vicious than this one.

"Three-faced evil, six-armed devil!"

Borrowing flesh and blood, the Chan monk who condensed the three-headed and six-armed Buddhist Dharma image screamed loudly and rushed towards Lin Ji.

Rumble!
The yin and yang Pisces, which shook every time they landed on the ground, cracked everywhere.

Hurala!
The wind blowing from the six arms made the gold and black threads sway again and again, revealing gaps in succession.

One after another Buddha rhyme penetrates from a high altitude, spreading golden light all over.

"Evil obstacle! God and Buddha Mieluo is here! Don't subdue the Dharma!" The Zen monk took advantage of the situation and chased wildly, dancing with six golden arms whistling in the wind.

Originally there were only two arms, and Lin Ji still had a slight advantage in fighting, but now all six arms are out, like a gold, iron and copper wall, there is no gap to take advantage of.

Now that the situation is reversed, Lin Ji is forced to retreat again and again, and the danger seems to be everywhere.

Lu Zhaoer, who woke up suddenly, saw Lin Ji was fighting fiercely with a three-headed and six-armed monk, and was about to step forward to help, but found that the knife was spinning far away, and he couldn't use any spiritual power, and he didn't dare to act rashly. Fearing that Lin Ji would be distracted and defeated, he had no choice but to hold his hands and worry secretly.

He cursed repeatedly in his heart: "Where did this damn Fang Yunshan go! Why hasn't he come?"

After adding a few more arms, not only did Monk Chan's boxing techniques remain undisturbed, on the contrary, the additions and omissions became more and more rapid.

Seeing those six arms whirling and whirling, turning into phantoms, the golden light was dazzling and dazzling, forcing Lin Ji to retreat again and again.

"Good job!" Lin Jigao yelled and stepped back to avoid the sharp edge, and his hand dance was getting faster and faster.

Under the sword there is a strong wind and a sound,

The sword radiates faint light.

"Jian Zhiji can't match God..." Lin Ji thought to himself.

Haoran's swordsmanship is open and close, coming and going majestic.

Under this urging and dancing, layers of air waves were actually created out of thin air.

At first, the air waves were slightly turbulent like the ripples on the surface of a stone startled lake, and then gradually strengthened and became bigger, faintly setting off fine waves.

"Quick! Quick! Quick! Faster! Faster!" Lin Jiqi raised his voice and shouted repeatedly.

"Evil barrier, don't die yet!" The Zen monk drank three mouthfuls, his six eyes opened wildly, and they turned into a beam of golden light.

There is sound in the fist, like reciting like singing, like thousands of eminent monks chanting Buddhist chapters together.

There is a shadow in the light, suddenly bright, like a thousand miles of high sun spreading head-on!

Seeing the golden light of the shadow of the fist wrapped in Hehe Fuwei rushing towards him, Lin Jimeng condensed his energy into the sword and waved his hand out.

"go with!"

Whoosh!
The green sword rolled up a vortex and flew towards it.

The golden and black lines, and the yin and yang Pisces were also drawn into it with a whimper, turning into a wave of blue light and surging violently.

The air wave hit the golden light head-on.

Just like snow falling from red iron, the golden light melted away in an instant.

boom!
When it hit the Buddha Rhyme, there was a loud thunder.

The air wave still went unabated, tearing through the sky with a whistling sound, and even drew a long and wide ditch on the ground, disappearing without a trace.

The county government of Taiping County, which is several miles away, was split in half abruptly!

"quack……"

The Buddha's rhyme was broken, and the few crows that had been silenced screamed and fled in all directions.

The blue light went away and flew for more than ten miles, smashing a hill into flat ground.

rumbling...

A muffled thunderclap accompanied by the tremor of the earth came from afar.

The tiles and plaques all over the city fell one after another, crackling.

Immediately afterwards, there was another rumbling sound, and the beams and low walls collapsed one after another.

The cracks on both sides of the long ditch criss-crossed and danced wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the entire city of Taiping County has been turned into ruins!
Lin Ji looked at Changgou, full of shock.

Although this sword was slashed by him, but he is very clear that the power of Haoran sword energy is far more than this!

It was just now that his Dao Yun was suppressed, and the spiritual energy in his body was not full. Even so, he could kill Arhat with a single sword!

Although it was just a phantom of spiritual consciousness.

But it is also comparable to the God of Punishment Thunder that beheaded Alayashi back then!
How powerful should this sword be when I enter the Daocheng Realm?

What about Mr. Lan back then?
"Are you okay? I thought you couldn't beat me!"

Lu Zhaoer, who was so nervous, suddenly turned from surprise to joy, and rushed forward to ask with concern.

"Don't even look at who your husband is? It's just a fake arhat. It's easy to solve!"

Lin Ji shook his head with a smile, and retracted the Qingzhi sword and Lu Zhaoer's broadsword with a movement of his divine sense, and put them back into their sheaths.Then he relaxed, and instead of sitting down, he just lay sprawled on the ground.

Lu Zhaoer froze for a moment, and lay down next to him.

Interlocking fingers, looking at the starry sky.

"...My Buddha is merciful, I am completely ashamed, all the people pay respects, put their palms together and retreat."

Kong Wenjie, the little boy who finally finished reading the Buddhist scriptures three times, seemed to be very tired, and fell asleep with his head tilted.

A dark red swastika faintly appeared on the back of the wrist of the small dirty hand holding half of the chicken leg.

The imprint is bright and dark in the bright moonlight, like someone's pulse beating gently...