I am cultivating both immortality and martial arts

Chapter 61 The Hundred Steps Flying Sword
"Good skill!" Lu Xian stroked his palm and sighed, "This is another purpose of my coming here. Now it's a time of precarious weather and foreign enemies are invading, you have learned a good skill, go out of the mountain to kill the enemy to serve the country, sacrifice your life for righteousness, and fight every day. Wouldn’t it be a pity to read the scriptures and recite the Buddha’s name?”

"Evil, you are delusional!" The first person to strike was the monk Buzhi, who was the most powerful of the four king vajras, and the steel Zen staff made a heart-piercing bang, and slammed down on Lu Xian!

However, Li Guanqianjin's blow was received by a white palm, and there was a loud "bang". Lu Xian grabbed the Zen staff with one hand, and his expression did not change at all.

The intimidating Monk Buchi had blue veins popping out of his head, and he pressed down the Zen stick with all his strength with both arms. The two violent and powerful forces made the Zen stick at the intersection make a loud "buzzing" sound, almost twisted and bent.

"Help Master Buzhi quickly!" The ten or so monks in the front blasted towards Lu Xian with hardwood Zen sticks in their hands.

Lu Xian exhaled violently, and a wave of air ripples visible to the naked eye swept across the front, causing all the attacking monks to vomit blood and fall backwards.

With a sound of "Boom!", Monk Buchi was suddenly sent towards the direction of the copper hall by a fierce and unparalleled force, and three figures flew out at the same time, and the moment his palm touched Monk Buchi's back, his body shook , the four of them dragged a few messy marks on the floor before they stopped.

The three hair-care vajras stood on the stone steps below the copper hall, supporting the tall monk Buchi, who was still trembling violently, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, with an expression of disbelief.

"This person actually has the power of Sakyamuni throwing elephants and overlords lifting a tripod." Master Bu Chi has always refined the power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers. It is really inconceivable that he fell behind in the pure power competition this time.

Little did he know that it was not easy for Lu Xian, a huge power talisman was turned into ashes in a place where no one could see.

"The Great Monk might as well go up together!"

Of course, on the surface, he still had a relaxed smile on his face.

Liao Kong sighed softly, and at some point, a Buddhist bead pierced through the void and hit Lu Xian's shoulder.

Lu Xian stretched out the metal palm of his right hand, and the round and blackened Buddhist beads twirled rapidly in the air. The next moment, Lu Xian's five fingers closed together, and the Buddhist beads suddenly exploded into countless powdery particles.

A figure flew out as light as weightless, and Monk Liao Kong landed on top of Lu Xian's head at some point, his palms formed a seal, and a hazy white light appeared on his handsome face, which looked extremely holy, and the fingerprints were slowly pressed.

Another sword light as bright as moonlight seemed to come from the void. Shi Feixuan was like a fairy Lingbo, her cloth shoes embroidered with silk tapped lightly on the water waves, and the tip of the ancient sword erratically enveloped more than a dozen large acupuncture points all over Lu Xian's body.

Faced with the joint attack of two martial arts masters, Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling suddenly realized that they were not even qualified to intervene, and the surging energy was like a torrent of terrifying impact, pushing them away forcefully.

The two looked at each other and attacked the stick monks on the periphery at the same time.

Although the monks forming the formation are not an army, they are even more difficult to deal with than elite soldiers. They cooperate with each other in a tacit understanding and continue to stick, without any gaps or flaws. If the other party had no intention of killing, they would have been injured already.

"Look at the sword!" Lu Xian let out a long cry, stretched out his hand and flicked it, and a sword with a cold light appeared in the air. With the sword formula, countless strands of sword energy burst out to meet Kong's handprint and the concubine Shi. Xuan's Sekong sword.

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, carrying the invincible sharp energy, and it is hard to shake the two master-level powerhouses, but it explodes with terrifying power at the moment of the blow.

Liao Kong Zhiyin's hands were instantly cut with countless wounds, and there were sword marks on his cassock. It was just the moment when the strength of the two sides clashed.

Concubine Shixuan rushed to rescue him immediately, but the rain-like sword energy continued, breaking Shi Feixuan's sword moves to pieces, and she could only rely on the clear state of the heart of the sword to barely support it.

When martial arts unique skills meet immortal methods, the so-called moves and swordsmanship have little effect.

"Master, be careful!!" Seeing that the two masters on their side were at a disadvantage, the four kings yelled angrily and shot at the same time.

In an instant, the Zen staff, saber, monk's stick, and cassock shrouded Lu Xian at the same time. Before the call came, with the help of the aura of hundreds of monks, the surging momentum turned into a towering mountain in an instant, pressing on the tiny human beings. And down.

It's just that the wisdom of a mere mortal can actually drive the mysterious formation. This scene made Lu Xian's eyes shine brightly.

"Good come!"

He unreservedly poured his spiritual energy into the flying sword, and suddenly the sound of the sword screamed loudly, bursting with black gold light and slashing upwards.

"Boom!"

As if out of nowhere, a thunderclap sounded, and in the void, a divine sword was seen facing the high mountain composed of vigor, piercing through it in an instant.

Figures flew out one after another, the tall bodies of the Four King Kongs fell out covered in cuts and bruises, and all the monks were also pulled by the Qi machine to vomit blood and fly out.

However, with this obstacle, Kong and Shi Feixuan had a moment of respite and left the battlefield at the same time.

Seeing this, Lu Xian also sighed secretly, pinched the sword formula and retracted the Lengyou sword to his side, only to see the flying sword's rays of light converged, floating quietly beside him, showing no sign of Shicai's great power.

However, after seeing the power of the divine sword, no one dared to underestimate this person and this sword.

Concubine Shixuan's face flushed abnormally, and she sighed, "Using Qi to control the sword to this level is close to the way of heaven. Even if Cai Lin, the master of Yijian, made it himself, it would not have such power. May I ask Wu Xian for this move?" What's your name?"

"Hundred-step Flying Sword." Lu Xian babbled a name, and saw that he was so full of energy that he couldn't see the slightest sign of a battle just now, so he asked lightly, "Lu Mou doesn't want to start killing again, can everyone let me go?" Out of the way?"

"Amitabha, the donor's miraculous powers are unrivaled in the world, but the little monk still has another style, please appreciate it!" He uttered the Buddha's name and sat cross-legged with his palms folded, his originally handsome and calm face showing a resolute and resolute look.

Lu Xian snorted coldly, and was about to step forward, but suddenly felt a familiar feeling rush over his face.

"Hey, this is..."

I saw Monk Kong's monk's robes drummed up, and the sound of "chichi" could be heard clearly in both ears. At the same time, many monks sat cross-legged, and their hands joined together to form a strong mental blessing On top of that, Kong's aura was enhanced in a short period of time with an unspeakable secret method.

The so-called power, for warriors, is the "god" in the spirit, energy and spirit. The god is clear, invisible and insubstantial, but has a real effect. It is like looking up at the top of a mountain to feel its majesty, and it is like facing the sea to feel its magnificence.

Those who are strong can subdue others without fighting, and go further to connect everything in the world and affect reality.

However, in Lu Xian's eyes, such a move was the very familiar power of spiritual consciousness, trying to influence him with an invisible force.

If it is said that Lu Xian's spiritual consciousness is derived from the skills in the world of cultivating immortals, it will be transformed and sublimated time after time with the breakthrough of the realm, and finally give birth to various incredible powers.

Then the spirit of Liaokong is formed through ten years of Buddhist practice, nourishing and nourishing continuously to form a unique "momentum".

Then through some kind of secret method, he was connected with the power of hundreds of monks, pushing his spirit to an incredible state.

Raising the sleeve robe, there was a slight smile on the clean cheeks, his figure seemed to be slow, and his right hand, which was as white as jade, formed a light seal, as if it wanted to break through all the black barriers in the world, emitting endless light, towards The man in front handed it out lightly.

For the first time, Lu Xian showed a dignified look. The spiritual attack method that he had comprehended not long ago was used without reservation. In the real world, it was like a fist that was thrown out slowly and quickly!
The fist prints intersect!

The moment the two met, it seemed that an invisible wave swept across the whole temple instantly, but it made the onlookers feel an electric current running through their bodies instantly. Many monks screamed and burst into tears, and even passed out directly.

Even if the cultivation base is advanced, at this time, the headache will intensify, and the mental consciousness will be hit hard.

(End of this chapter)