The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 830
The gust of wind whistling, like thunder suddenly appearing, startled the waves, and the grass waves undulated.

A bald monk's white robe is like moonlight, and at the foot of his feet, there are white lotus flowers blooming, fragrant for hundreds of meters, dazzled, and lifting the monk's body to run for tens of feet. Step by step lotus.

He has a square face with big ears, pink cheeks, and a pair of eyes like pearls and jade, shining brightly and showing extraordinary features.

When he breathed, he was already in harmony with the inside and outside, and the Yangtze River rushed out of his body and hit the bank. The majestic momentum of the Haohe River and the surging rocks was a manifestation of his physical body and true energy, which had been cultivated to an incomparably powerful state.

"Brother, the 70 years of acquaintance, acquaintance, and friendship can't compare to a foreign monk for half a day. I will let you know that handing over the pure world Buddha plate and body relic to Yuanbao is the worst decision in your life."

His body skills became faster and faster, and the depression in his heart became more and more intense. Yaye really couldn't understand, the situation at that time, the situation at that time, other than passing on the position of Venerable Kasyapa and the Buddha plate of Jingshi, how could he? Will there be unexpected changes?

He has also seen the root of the little monk Yuanbao, and it is indeed the Buddha's heart and wisdom eyes, as simple as jade, but how can there be such a person in the world?Why entrust it with such a heavy responsibility?
He was puzzled, angry, and because of the betrayal of the people in the temple, he turned to the Kuhai lineage, and entered the magic door that he once hated so much and had confronted several times.

Although the Demon Sect has been regarded as a holy gate by the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it has been sung all over the world, the fact that all the Demon Sects have been demons and heretics since ancient times cannot be changed.

"When I take back the Buddha plate, cultivate into a celestial being, and then practice the mantra of purifying the world, I will kill Shi Fayan and rebuild the Kasyapa Temple."

While Yaye was thinking, a gust of strong wind turned into countless sword qi. The sword qi was domineering, turbulent like flames, burning the void, and the sharp whistling sound caused a series of explosions, resounding through the sky.

Crisis, crisis, the person who makes the move is as cultivated as he is, almost enlightened to heaven and man, and what's more powerful is that his foundation is unparalleled, and his sword energy is terrifying. Only this move is enough to win the first sword in Kangzhou in his heart throne.

There was no time to think, no time to doubt, because while thinking and doubting, maybe he would be chopped into a meat paste and burned into coke by this knife.

His feet sank, his hands clasped together, and the golden Buddha element in his body came out mightily, making the eight-leaf red cheeks shroud like red clouds, and his whole body was suddenly enveloped by a phantom Buddha statue that was tens of feet tall.

This Buddha is blue all over his body, his eyes are red, his hair is black and red, like a flaming samadhi fire, and he has eight arms waving, holding Buddha's formula. Although he is a Buddha god, he looks like a demon, and his breath is even more violent Seems like it's going to be ruined.

The Buddha's shadow was solidified, and the sword and fire struck, and the two collided to produce the most brilliant fireworks. On the ground, the aftermath of the two's clashes created one after another bottomless round pits. .

"Pfft, good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship, I don't know which benefactor is going to take Yaye's life in person, please show up."

All of a sudden, Baye retreated a hundred meters, and when he landed, he splashed countless sand and gravel. After he lost his strength, the moon-white monk's robe was dyed red, and he vomited blood. While wiping the blood, he asked, his voice was like a bell. The echoes are endless, and there is no sense of panic in it.

Immediately, he crossed his backhand in front of his chest, glancing around with glaring eyes, vigilant and at the same time trying to guess who the holy swordsman was.

This kind of cultivation was extraordinary, but to Yaye, this saber technique was very unfamiliar, could it be a master from another state?
This knife, when he saw it for the first time, was raging like a raging fire, and the energy of the knife was as hot as lava in an oven, so he used the zhenqi to half hedge, half to relieve the force, and wanted to catch it as much as possible.

However, the power of the sword technique is too strong, and there is a swift and violent storm knife hidden inside, which suddenly appeared when he used the Buddhist kung fu to resist it. The second is also the key point.

The fire takes advantage of the wind, and the wind fights against the power of the fire. The power of the saber qi multiplies several times in an instant, so that he didn't notice it for a while, and he suffered a lot of injuries after being invaded by the saber aura.

Expert duels, the strong contending for the front, the slightest mistake may result in a crushing defeat. At this time, Baye's vitality is damaged, the injury is not serious, and he has fallen into a critical situation.

As he shouted and asked, a very strange figure suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, it was a young master he had never seen before.

The long hair is scattered, and a wisp of withered white on the forehead reveals a little vicissitudes. Yaye even realizes a little meaning of death and destruction from it, presumably because of the indelible trauma he suffered.

His face is resolute, his facial features are like knives and axes, and his tall figure is lined with a pure black tight-fitting warrior uniform, which is as majestic as a mountain, tall and straight, and unshakable.

What attracted Yaye even more were the other three places, a pair of bright eyes, a pair of big hands, and a long knife hanging from his waist.

With warm eyes, and the spirit hidden inside, Baye saw a majestic cultivation, as high as the sky, as wide as the land, with endless shores, shocking the world.

His hands are white, clean, and powerful, with protruding and delicate big finger bones. Using palms, fists, fingers, and claws are all excellent, but the best is to use a knife. Hands are knives, and people are also knives.

This is a manifestation of the extremely high level of cultivation in the Dao of the Sword. In Yaye's long life, he has only seen two people achieve it, and one of them is the young man in front of him.

What disturbed him the most, and made him uneasy, was the long knife hanging from the young man's waist.

The black scabbard seemed to be woven with some kind of silk thread, and the hilt was as blue as jade. It looked ordinary, but it couldn't hide the aura of sharpness at all.

That sharpness and vigor, soaring into the sky, swinging the sun and the moon, shaking the universe, is truly a magic weapon among the magic weapons, the best of the top grades.

Such an outstanding character, such an incredible sword, is so natural that it can be called unparalleled in the world.

"who are you?"

In addition to being terrified, Yaye's heart arose with endless curiosity, and once suppressed the threat of death.

Such a young master, swordsman, and strongman is really the only one I have ever seen in my life.

Its potential and force, as far as he knows, is probably only possessed by Fan Bodhi, the contemporary owner of the Sword of Karma.

However, Vatican Bodhi is the number one great talent in today's vast and powerful Buddhist sect.

The Buddha Sword of Slaying Karma is one of the seven peerless divine treasures of Buddhism, which is equivalent to the status of the Pure World Buddha Plate.

From Yaye's point of view, Yuan Bao, the heir chosen by his brother Venerable Kassapa before his death, is not even qualified to carry shoes for this person.

"If such people inherit the Buddha plate, why would I be so unwilling?"

Yaye sees people with one eye. Although he is in a life-and-death situation, he can't help but love the young people in front of him.

He is a Buddhist monk and a warrior.

When a samurai sees such a talented and beautiful jade, it is probably like a pervert meeting a peerless beauty. No matter how stubborn the other party is, or whether they are hostile to each other, they will always cherish it.

In contrast, Yuanbao back then was no more than a postnatal person, and to be able to step into the innate one had to rely on the empowerment of Venerable Kassapa.

Even if Yaye looks down on the achievements of the legacy of the predecessors, he can't see it.

"Grandmaster Baye is very polite, I, Xiang Yang of Yongzhou, I hope you can stop here and don't go to Kayaba Temple again."

The young man is Xiang Yang, his voice is clear and clear, but the meaning in his words is to make Baye's face change.

It's not that the road meets the left, but that they deliberately block the way.

The other party is a master invited by Kayaba Temple?
(End of this chapter)