Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1089
Fang Jianming didn't know this truth, and rushed for a long time in a daze, which was useless except for exhausting his energy.Only then did he realize that he had underestimated this formation, so he sat cross-legged, with the Tian Chan Saber on his legs, and clasped his hands together.His skill is amazing, when those Buddha shadows hit him, they couldn't hurt him at all.

While practicing his skills, he was thinking about how to break this strange formation.After thinking about it, he had no clue, maybe it was God's will, and he discovered a strange phenomenon unintentionally.

A martial artist can not only hold his breath, but also control the beating of his heart. Whenever his heart beats the weakest, he can faintly notice that the speed of those Buddha shadows seems to be a beat slower.He experimented a few times, and was pleasantly surprised to find that this was the case.

"Could it be that this formation is related to vitality?" Fang Jianming thought to himself.He tried to slow down his breathing and control the beating of his heart.Before long, he made himself almost a "dead man."Unfortunately, he didn't really die. Although the might of the Xuantian Formation had weakened a little, it never stopped.

"Does it really stop after I die?" Fang Jianming thought.After thinking about it, his mind suddenly lit up, and he used a kung fu comparable to a small supernatural power, making himself like a dead person in an instant.At this instant, the power of the Xuantian Great Formation was weakened by one-third.What Fang Jianming wanted was this opportunity, he flew up like a lightning bolt, concentrated all his energy into the Heavenly Cicada Knife, and struck towards the roof of the palace with all his strength.

With a "boom", the Ksitigarbha Palace shook violently, but it was not damaged.Fang Jianming was not discouraged, he flew to the ground, adjusted his breath a little, and started the second round again.

After doing this more than a dozen times, the formation of the Ksitigarbha Palace finally broke, and it was no longer as strong as before.Although Fang Jianming only attacked a dozen times, each of these ten times is as difficult as heaven for many people.How can anyone be able to seal the supernatural powers of sealing the meridians of the whole body so that the heart, blood, and air holes have no signs of life?The martial art of seizing the opportunity, jumping up to four feet high in a single thought, and striking out a shocking sword is even more rare in martial arts.

Everyone outside the hall suddenly saw that the Ksitigarbha Palace began to shake violently. No one knew what happened, so they could only watch with wide eyes.Wu Qingniu and Yizhi, who were not far from the Dizang Palace, were unmoved by this, and Wu Qingniu gradually had signs of losing.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, as if a thunderbolt from the sky hit the ground.All of a sudden, the Ksitigarbha Palace seemed to be slashed by a god-splitting knife, and it broke through it in an instant, and collapsed.A figure leaped tens of feet into the air with the momentum of a dragon flying nine days, raised its head and roared, as if rushing out of the universe and shaking the world with its sound.

"No, it's impossible..." Yiqing's voice trembled, his face full of fear.Although he didn't see who this person was, who else would rush out of it besides Fang Jianming?The hundreds of years of the Xuantian War that no one could break was broken, and the Dizang Palace disappeared on Tiantai Peak and turned into ruins.

The middle-aged monk on the right raised his head slightly, and snorted coldly, the man turned into a flash of lightning, and flew straight towards Fang Jianming who was in mid-air. With a sound of "choking", the big knife behind him suddenly came out of its sheath, the light of the knife flashed, and it turned into a beam of light in an instant, slashing out fiercely, as if to split the sky in half.

Fang Jianming's long roar turned into a loud laugh, and said: "Using a knife in front of my Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, isn't this showing off knowledge in front of Confucius?" beam of light.The beam of light was many times bigger than the cicada, but after the two sides collided, the beam of light dissipated rapidly, and there was a sound of "clang", the monk was shaken all over and fell to the ground.

Fang Jianming also fell to the ground after he landed, and found that his sword skills were good and his skills were profound, so he secretly wondered, turned his head to look, laughed, and walked towards Wu Qingniu and Yizhi.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged monk on the right stopped him, and he was about to hand over the sword. The sword had already been cut by the Tianchan knife, so he didn't dare to confront Fang Jianming head-on again.

"Get out of the way!" Fang Jianming shouted.

"Do you want to win the few with the more?"

"My old brother used up most of his strength to fight with human beings before. Is it fair to fight with this person now?"

The middle-aged monk on the right was startled by his eyesight, seeing that he didn't intend to stop at all, he said coldly: "Since we have already fought, why don't we wait until the winner is decided?"

Fang Jianming sneered, ignored him, and continued to move forward.The distance between the two of them was getting closer and closer, and suddenly they drew their swords at the same time, and when the two swords intersected, Fang Jianming flicked his wrist first, forcing the middle-aged monk on the right to take a step back.

The middle-aged monk on the right was furious, and with a turn of the sword, his strength was so strong that he wanted to suppress the Tianchan knife.What kind of person is Fang Jianming, how could he be asked to hold him down, he shook his wrist again, and immediately forced the middle-aged monk on the right back again.

After 26 strokes like this, one of the two moved forward and the other retreated several feet in an instant. Fang Jianming was always ahead of the middle-aged monk on the right and forced him to the point where he could not return the move.In the eyes of laymen, this kind of fighting style only feels that the sword technique of the middle-aged monk on the right is one step behind Fang Jianming, and Fang Jianming only takes the lead every time because of the sharpness of the Tianchan knife.

In fact, this is not the case. Fang Jianming's saber strike not only brought him closer to Wu Qingniu, but also made the middle-aged monk on the right startled.He knew that the sharpness of the Tianchan knife was second to none, and Fang Jianming's use of the knife had reached a state of perfection. No matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to control the situation.

This is like a game of gambling. Fang Jianming is the biggest banker. He can play however he wants. The middle-aged monk on the right can only play with him, and he must play with him, and play with him wholeheartedly. Kick out.Naturally, taking the matter at hand as an example, the result of being kicked out of the middle-aged monk on the right was either to be slashed on the body by the Tian Chan knife, or to abandon the knife and retreat in defeat.

Fang Jianming saw that this monk was able to catch his lightning-fast 26 knives, and couldn't help admiring him slightly.It should be known that his 26 knives contain a lot of skills, very few people can catch them.

Fang Jianming laughed loudly "haha", and shouted: "Good saber technique." Suddenly he swung his big saber, and slashed at the monk like a rascal.The monk saw it, but his face was horrified, and he had to dodge seven feet.At this time, Fang Jianming had rushed past him, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed three times at the open space between Wu Qingniu and Yizhi.

Without the Heavenly Cicada Knife, Fang Jianming certainly didn't dare to make such a big deal. The gap between the two was filled with invisible aura, and his skill was as high as Fang Jianming's, so he didn't dare to separate them with flesh and blood. Cicada Knife, naturally without hesitation.

Wu Qingniu shook Yizhi's body three times, Wu Qingniu looked a little pale, probably because he had consumed too much skill.

One finger jumped up from the branch and shouted: "Who are you?" After saying that, with a "Zheng", he drew out the long sword behind him, the tip of the sword swung, and stabbed at the "Zigong Point" on Fang Jianming's chest.

He knew in his heart that this man could separate himself from Wu Qingniu, his martial arts skills were one of the best, and if his sword moves were fancy, he would inevitably make people laugh, so there was no false move in his attack, it was a completely real style of attack.

Fang Jianming saw his intentions. Amidst the loud laughter, his left hand suddenly loosened, the scabbard fell, and then he flicked his fingers. It wasn't that he underestimated the opponent, but that the Tianchan Saber in his right hand had swung backhand at this moment. , Attacking the adult monk wielding a sword behind him.

The two middle-aged monks are extremely skilled in martial arts, and they thought that their perfect cooperation would definitely cause Fang Jianming a big loss, but Fang Jianming had already understood their intentions.The three of them moved quickly, and only heard a "clang", Fang Jianming's finger hit the sword body and the Tianchan knife hit the big knife of the middle-aged monk behind him at the same time.

The middle-aged monk behind him was already quick enough to withdraw his saber, but he still couldn't be faster than Fang Jianming. Suddenly he felt a pain in his tiger's mouth, and knew that Fang Jianming's strength this time must be the same as before, so he hurriedly retreated, so as to resolve the crisis of the tiger's mouth bursting .

At the same time, with one finger, he felt his wrist sink, and the long sword in his hand seemed to be hit hard by the fingers of the Giant King Kong, and his whole arm went numb.Fang Jianming used [-]% of his skills in this finger, and he was lucky to be able to perform like this with one finger.In an instant, Fang Jianming's left hand sank slightly, and he grasped the scabbard which was only two points off.

Fang Jianming used one against two, and under the situation of being attacked from the back and the abdomen, he was able to frighten off the monk who wielded the sword and Zhenma Yizhi within two minutes of the scabbard falling. This kind of skill is truly unprecedented.

With a laugh, Fang Jianming and Wu Qingniu jumped up hand in hand, and landed beside Long Biyun and the others.Yizhi and his companion wanted to attack again, but they held back after all.

Not long after, the two sides formed a confrontation. Jinxian Temple was led by two middle-aged monks, blocking the way down the mountain. On the other side, Fang Jianming was the leader.The two white old monks who had been knocked down by Wu Qingniu before had already been rescued by Yizhi. They glared angrily and kept staring at Wu Qingniu. Their martial arts can be regarded as the heroes of one party, but Wu Qingniu made a move. Point out, this kind of shame and humiliation is actually more sad than killing them.

"Fang Daxia, thank you for saving your life." Golden Peacock walked up to Fang Jianming, thanked him, and bowed down.

Fang Jianming said: "Gu..." He originally wanted to call her a girl, but she is already over 40 years old. It would be inappropriate to call her that way, so he changed his words: "A few trivial things are not worth mentioning."

The golden peacock said: "Hero Fang, don't you know me? We met before. In front of the Zhu Mansion in Henan, I and other people were beyond my control and asked you for advice."

Fang Jianming was startled, looked at her, pondered for a while, suddenly realized, and immediately remembered this person, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Sister Jin, haha, this is exactly where we never meet again in life. Sister Jin, are your injuries all right?" ?”

(End of this chapter)