Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 1257 The gift of the magic knife, hand-to-hand combat!
"Where did you get the news?"

After hearing the news from Sanzang Buddha that they were going to attack Xuantianzong, Li Ling immediately felt vigilant. While asking coldly, he nodded slightly. Immediately, the Dragon Throat generals approached quietly with cold eyes.

Sanzang Buddha sat in front of the Buddha, smiled and said nothing. Seeing this, he was also indifferent, as if he had no idea that the crisis was approaching.

Just when Long Ya and Long Ge stopped in front of Li Ling and Li Jiao, Long Hou and Long Ying approached from left to right, only two feet away from him.

On the left arm with the dragon's throat hanging down, the sleeve crossbow was stretched silently, and the three long and short arrows emitted a cold blue light, like a poisonous snake with its head held high, ready to go.

The dragon eagle stepped vigorously, and a fierce and violent aura also accumulated around his body, his eyes gradually turned red, revealing a fierce light.

However, the moment the two looked at each other and were about to make a move, Sanzang stood up lightly, his whole body was covered with a layer of harmonious golden light, he joined hands and saluted, and said with a smile: "Come from anywhere, go anywhere , since it is you who came, it is destined to be you, the poor monk may help you in this conquest by the benefactor."

This was said to Li Jiao.

With a flash of the Buddha's light, the two of them changed their colors one after another. They felt a huge force rushing in. Sanzang Buddha stood up, but Longhou and Longying took a few steps back uncontrollably.

The sword that was about to be slashed when the crossbow was fired, stopped abruptly and was forced back. The feeling of suffocation made the two of them feel so sad that they almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Standing up, joining hands together, smiling, and saluting, all the movements of Sanzang Buddha's disciples are solemn and contemplative, and they are perfectly round and consistent. Every movement of hands and feet implies mysterious and supreme teachings, and there is no flaw at all.

Li Jiao's eyes flashed, he waved his hands, stopped the few people who were about to act forcefully, and said lightly: "Ming people don't speak dark words, since the master intends to lure us here and knows that we are going to attack Xuantianzong, then I don't know what you are going to do." help me?"

Hearing this, Li Ling frowned, but the smile on Sanzang's face became more and more warm. He saw the pillars and Buddhist curtains around him were slowly clothed without wind. He pointed to the magic knife on the ground and said softly:
"This sword is called Duansheng, and its origin is beyond investigation. It has the power to split gods and slay demons. It can kill living beings and is unstoppable. Even the Tongtian Lingbao cannot break its blade and destroy it. If you get this god Soldiers, when they are born with infinite fighting power, they can stand up and down in the middle of a big battle and kill all directions."

This is the truth, the great truth, and as the personal heir of Sanzang Buddha's Holy Land, there is no need to lie, but he gave it as a gift with a magic weapon, and he spoke in a scary tone, but he didn't mention it at all. The magic knife, there is the danger of devouring the master at any time.

Hearing this, the expressions of the four generals of Dragon Throat changed at the same time, even Li Ling's face darkened, and he looked at Sanzang Buddha, wishing to tear his mouth to pieces on the spot.

Perhaps among all kinds of anecdotes and strange events, there is indeed someone in the ancient temple on the barren mountain who was instructed by an expert and gifted with magical weapons and treasures, but this person is definitely not a Buddhist disciple of Sanzang!
Similarly, such a one-in-a-million, once-in-a-lifetime chance encounter is not something that just anyone can meet if they say they meet.

For the other party to act like this, there must be a lot of conspiracy!
Li Ling and Li Jiao come from the same lineage, so they naturally know the temperament of their second uncle. Seeing his eyes flickering now, staring at the demon path in silence, his heart sank, and he shouted angrily:
"Sanzang, I don't care what your thoughts are, but it's best not to blame my Li family, otherwise, even if you are a disciple of the Holy Land and a Buddhist student of Zen Buddhism, I will kill you! If you are wise, bring this Leave quickly, I can pretend nothing happened."

Sanzang Buddha shook his head slightly, neither angry nor angry, and kept silent, but he didn't explain anymore.

Seeing this, Li Jiao's eyes flickered, his face looked cloudy and uncertain, but he didn't know whether to believe it or not, this Sanzang Buddhist disciple who had never met before and was gifted with a magic weapon.

As the elder of Li Ling and the top [-] of the Qianlong list, how could he really be a generation of wine bag and rice bag? Even if Li Ling didn't say something, he still knew it well.

But the reason why he seemed hesitant and unable to make a decision was not because of the other party's status as a Zen Buddhist, but because of this knife, this magic knife called Duansheng!

Before Sanzang Buddha opened his mouth, the knife had been stuck in the ground and stood in front of everyone, but no one noticed it, as if it didn't exist in the field of vision.

But when Sanzang Buddha said that he would give this knife as a gift, Li Jiao's vision was immediately filled with it, and his heart was moved!
Not bewitched by the opponent, but attracted by this magic knife!

Although the knife was ugly in appearance, ancient and black, the thick blade was hidden in the scabbard, and there were layers on top of it, densely branded and covered with Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit.

This voice seems to have infinite magical power. It is nothing if you don’t notice it, but once your eyes and mind fall on it, you can’t extricate yourself, as if there is a voice in the dark, calling, tempting, and urging him. Pick up this knife, you will have supreme power.

This knife, eager to drink blood, has been waiting for him for too long!
"Being in this ancient temple on the barren mountain, in front of the Buddha, is a good place to be buried. Since the master refuses to leave, it is better to die here!"

A stern look flashed across Longhou's eyes, and he snorted coldly. The field of supernatural powers opened up, and thousands of hectares of waves rose from the ground. He walked like the wind, looming under the tide, like a raging sea dragon. Cutting away, people have not yet arrived, and the terrifying huge waves are already flooding the golden mountain, pouring down.

A terrifying murderous intent locked and shrouded, even the atmosphere was frozen and solidified, the dragon-throated crossbow arrows flew, the raging sea roared, and in the huge waves, there were three forest blue arrows with ice spikes all over the sky, crushing down fiercely , Even his eyes were shattered and cold by this arrow.

Longmao's thoughts are meticulous, deep and introverted. Facing this unfathomable holy land Buddha, he dare not make a big deal. He was seriously injured.

"Amitabha!"

However, Sanzang Buddha remained indifferent. With a sound of the Buddha's voice, a phantom of a dragon elephant manifested behind him. Immediately, he saw that the entire void domain was distorted and broken, and a supreme force descended. The glacier arrow energy was suppressed and wiped out before it even approached.

Dragon Throat's pupils shrank, horrified by Sanzang Buddha's supernatural powers, but he was not frightened. He walked on the waves, and constantly had the power of law to transform into waves and waves, resisting the mighty power of the dragon elephant, and kept approaching. It seems to be a sea god walking in the world.

At the same time that the arrow light was shattered and wiped out, he had already reached the front with his sword, and the distance between the two of them was only half a zhang!

(End of this chapter)