The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 329 Fu Cailin's Death

Fu Cailin's eyes were deep and sharp, and his body was straight and upright, like a sharp sword. He held the sword, with a black hilt and white fingers. The sword had become one with him.

He stood there, rain fell from the sky, he seemed to have become a part of the world, heaven, man and sword seemed to be blended together perfectly, pure and spotless. At the moment when Su Ming's sword was about to hit him, he drew his sword.

This sword seemed to stir up the wind and rain in heaven and earth, taking advantage of the momentum. Each raindrop seemed to transform into sword energy, carrying a sharp edge.

The wind was howling and the rain was falling heavily.

"clang!"

The two sharp weapons collided, the sword tips suddenly faced each other, the needles faced each other, the strong waves rolled out ripples, and the wind and rain within a radius of several feet were poured out, forming a vacuum.

"Pfft!"

Fu Cailin only felt that the sword intent from the opponent's sword crushed his own sword intent, and his sleeves were torn into pieces. Just as this sword intent was about to invade his body, he took advantage of the situation and retreated several steps.

Su Ming stood still and did not move, nor did he pursue.

Fu Cailin did not show any sign of dejection, and asked with great energy, "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Jingzhe Sword Technique!"

"Good sword intention, good sword realm."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Cailin made his move. His body moved quickly and flickered. He used the battlefield as his chessboard. He gave up his initiative and attacked everywhere, displaying all his sword skills without reservation.

As a grandmaster, his mind and spiritual perception are far beyond that of ordinary people. The outcome of today's battle is already determined, and he is bound to die. The man in front of him is much stronger than him in both martial arts and realm. Even Ning Daoqi died at the hands of the other party. He doesn't think he can win, nor does he think he can escape this disaster.

Before, they thought they could defeat Su Ming only if he joined forces with the four holy monks. Now he was facing the enemy alone, and the outcome was needless to say. But even if he died, he wanted to leave a bond of loyalty to Goguryeo.

The opponent could obviously kill him, but he fought with pure swordsmanship instead of force. He reciprocated by displaying the essence of Yi swordsmanship without reservation. In this way, although he died, the Yi swordsmanship would not be lost. As for other things, he could not care too much.

Fu Cailin's attitude surprised Su Ming, but he understood after a little thought. Since the other party was so cooperative, he would help him. When he killed him, he would draw his sword faster to ensure that he would not feel any pain.

……

Facing the four holy monks, Song Que had nothing else to say. He swung his sword lightly, his movements as light as brushing away dust.

In an instant, the four great monks felt a stinging pain in their eyes and had to squint. Then, a bright sword light appeared before their eyes.

Domineering and sharp!
It’s like God is holding a knife. If God wants you to die, who can let you live?
The sharp blade turned into a blade energy several feet long and slashed towards the four people. Master Daoxin, the fourth patriarch of Zen Buddhism, clenched his fists, blood rushed to his face, veins bulged on his forehead, and punched out.

Venerable Di Xin waved his Zen staff and held it horizontally in front of him. Master Jiaxiang pushed out with his palm, and it seemed as if the air was pushed away and rolled in. Master Zhihui pointed his finger, and it was like a point on the water surface, causing ripples.

The four of them attacked at the same time, their qi merged and became one. Their moves overlapped with each other, and they actually formed a huge "卍" Buddhist seal in the air.

"boom!"

Sword energy, Buddha energy, and powerful moves gathered together, shaking all directions.

The four great monks were shocked, leaving scars on their chests, palms and fingers. They retreated several steps, leaving a deep footprint on the ground with each step. Finally, they stopped and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

After being defeated in one move, the four people including Emperor Xin were shocked. Song Que's sword was stronger and more powerful than they had imagined.

At the same time, Fan Qinghui, who was fighting with the masters of the Song clan, had been paying attention to this place. Seeing the four great monks fall into decline, his heart sank to the bottom.

Miscalculated.

The Song family is more powerful than they imagined, and Song Que is stronger than any of them thought!
"There is no shape or form for the upper and lower parts, how can we examine it?"

After one knife, there was another one.

Along with a soft groaning sound, everyone present felt a hint of a sinister sword intent.
The continuous rain in the sky suddenly stopped, as if it was cut off by the knife. The vast and boundless heaven and earth merged with Song Que's knife. He had become one with the knife in his hand. His knife was his Tao!

This knife strike was the only one anyone had ever seen in their lives. They subconsciously relaxed their focus on the enemy, and some of their attention was diverted to Song Que's knife strike. Pei Ju was even more shocked. He used to be a grandmaster, but later he fell into a lower realm, but his eyesight was still there.

Song Que's sword was flawless. His state of mind had reached perfection, and he was not far from being flawless. To reach that point was to reach the realm of shattering the void. It was amazing that there was a Su Ming in this world, but no one expected that there was another Song Que.

Su Ming's origins are mysterious, but Song Que and he are of the same generation, and his reputation is even greater than Song Que's. But now, he has been left far behind by Song Que. For a moment, an idea of ​​​​not admitting defeat emerged in his heart. As long as he returns to the level of grandmaster, he will not be worse than them!
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone, time seemed to have stopped, and the surrounding scenery disappeared rapidly. Only this beautiful knife was left, and this knife contained the grandmaster's way of Song Que.

If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening. The truth expounded by this knife makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

However, the four great monks who faced the blade suddenly changed their expressions and felt death approaching.

Master Zhihui raised the sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand, and his heart Buddha palm moved at will, from great complexity to simplicity, and suddenly blasted out. The Zen stick of Venerable Emperor Xin suddenly exploded with stick shadows all over the sky, like mercury pouring on the ground, penetrating every hole and leaving every gap.

This monk was born in the Huayan school. His specialty, the "Great Perfection Staff Method," emphasizes a state of freedom and perfection, where one can "be the master everywhere and be true wherever one stands." At this time, Venerable Di Xin displayed his martial arts to the fullest. His staff was as natural as a stream flowing through a dense bamboo forest, or as deep as a river valley cascading down from the top of a mountain, vast and boundless, with unparalleled power.

Master Jiaxiang, the leader of the four monks, moved in front of Venerable Di Xin and made a strange hand seal. The inexplicable hand seal finally completed the final change intentionally or unintentionally. It turned out that the palm circled, drew a circle in the void, and then stopped abruptly.

The hand seal was slowly pushed out, and the energy of both sides collided, but there was no sound at all.

"Dry as a well, full as an ocean; the three realms and six paths are revealed only by the mind."

This handprint was like throwing water into a dry well that had been dry for who knows how many years. Song Que's sword light was swallowed up in it, and it was difficult to condense again, and it was almost broken. The next moment, the sword light expanded, and the extreme edge carried the meaning of destruction, expanding rapidly, almost filling the dry well. He felt the powerful power contained in this sword energy.

Master Jiaxiang frowned slightly, but then instantly regained his calm and indifferent expression. His grey monk robe sank downwards, clinging to his whole body, highlighting his tall and thin figure. The skin colour outside the robe also became increasingly darker and withered. At first glance, he really looked like a dead tree that had been dead for who knows how many years.

At this moment, he has pushed the profound art of Zen to an unprecedented peak, combining martial arts with Zen and pushing it to an incredible level. In an instant, his body and mind became extinguished, like a rotten, dead tree without any life, unable to accommodate external energy.

This kind of deadly power can devour external forces to the greatest extent.

The profound mind method of Ku Chan is like a fraudulent means. It seems like an illusion, but it is not an illusion. The so-called "true emptiness does not hinder the wonderful existence, and the wonderful existence embodies the true emptiness". One thought leads to the reality of all dharmas, and one thought leads to the cessation of all dharmas. Dependent origination and emptiness of nature, the wonderful principle of mind is nothing more than this!

Ninety-nine percent of the masters in the world, if they use their energy to attack Jiaxiang's body, will also be restricted by the "dry well". Or even in the next moment, the "dry well" will turn into an ocean, which will force the enemy's energy back, making the enemy suffer the consequences.

The Great Perfection Internal Energy of Venerable Emperor Xin also had a similar effect. His internal energy was deep, righteous and pure, like a river valley cascading down from the top of a mountain, vast and boundless. Realizing that Jiaxiang was not strong enough, Monk Daoxin came behind him, put his palm on his back, and transmitted his true energy to prevent the sword energy from expanding and opening.

In this world, the Four Great Books are unique martial arts, but besides these unique skills, there have also emerged many eye-catching martial arts, such as the unique skills of various Buddhist sects, such as Song Que's Heavenly Sword and Shi Zhixuan's Immortal Seal.

For an ordinary person facing this move, using true Qi to attack it forcefully is like throwing a small stone into that boundless space. At most, it will only echo for a moment, and then it will be overwhelmed by the mighty internal energy of Master Jiaxiang.

All these are by no means accidental, but the inevitable achievement after the true meaning of Zen of authentic Buddhism and Prajna nature is integrated into the internal power of martial arts. It is difficult for people with acquired knowledge to learn, and only when one's martial arts reaches the master level and one's spiritual power becomes stronger can one achieve something.

The theory that "everything in the real world is false, only the true nature of the law is the real and unique way" is truly used to open up the potential within the human body. Then all enemy and friendly energy are false, and can be illusory and annihilate. Only the original heart is real, and the spirit is not ignorant. Even the "emptiness" and "existence" of the true energy in the body are all in a thought.

When it comes to the methods of borrowing and releasing force, one is no longer restricted to the tangible trajectory of the meridians, but goes further to use the metaphysical mind and spiritual realm to measure, understand, and confuse the enemy, and to borrow, transform, release, and resist force.

This method is based on one mind and one thought, and it is extremely mysterious and unpredictable. Many people in the martial arts circles of good and evil who are not familiar with it, either only know how to use their strength to attack honestly, and do not know how to use the true intention of the spirit to control the birth and death of the energy, the illusion of emptiness and existence, or do not agree with the meaning of the emptiness of Prajna, and will sneer at this method as an illusion.

While Master Jiaxiang was using his profound power of withering and flourishing to resist the sword attack, the Zen staff of Venerable Emperor Xin and the Heart Buddha Palm of Master Zhihui had already approached Song Que three feet away.

He didn't even look at them, his mind moved freely, and the sharp sword energy gathered, crossing in all directions, attached to his spiritual thoughts and slashing towards the two people.

"Amitabha."

With a Buddhist chant, everything was said without words. Venerable Emperor Heart and Master Wisdom did not expect that the other party had such a method. They had to use all their true energy. Powerful palm power gushed out like a raging flood, tearing the knife light in front of them into pieces, but their bodies were forced back again.

"puff!"

Jiaxiang's dim eyes flashed, and his vitality suddenly shook, as if a dead tree came back to life, but there was a shocking bloodstain on his chest. Although he seemed to be in good spirits, decades of hard work in Zen were lost in one day. It would take a lot of effort to accumulate so much vitality again.

The powerful sword energy seemed to be completely swallowed up, and the dry well expanded in an instant, turning into a vast ocean with raging waves and cracking shores. The nearly endless authentic internal energy of Buddhism rushed towards Song Que like a collapsing embankment.

But his expression remained unchanged, neither sad nor happy. The dry well suddenly turned into a vast ocean with surging waves breaking the shore, and rushed towards Song Que with surging force.

At the same time, Daoxin and Zhihui moved sideways, forming a triangle formation with Emperor Xin, and attacked Song Que in the center. The three sides attacked simultaneously, and their momentum was unstoppable. The palm power and qi power were as mighty as the power of heaven, causing the bluestone ground beneath their feet to burst inch by inch, and the surrounding air was constantly distorted.

Master Jiaxiang chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice, and the shape of his palm changed. His thumb bent outwards, while the other fingers were stretched out close together. His slow and unhurried movements contained a myriad of changes, until his palm was pushed as far as it could go. This move was exactly the "One Finger Zen" that the chief of the four great masters was best at in martial arts. In the hands of Master Jiaxiang, this skill has reached a superb level, and he has also integrated his Buddhist thoughts, which can be said to be one of the top martial arts in the world.

"Nu Wa has a body, who made it?"

Facing the fierce attack from several people, Song Que struck out with his sword again. This sword was extremely powerful, and he used all the exquisite sword techniques and it was a perfect whole.

……

"I didn't lose unfairly!"

On the other side, Su Ming memorized all the essence of Yi swordsmanship, and the second move of Jingzhe swordsmanship was also launched.

"Awakening from a dream!"

The long sword in Su Ming's hand was inserted into the ground, and he formed a sword seal with his hand. A stream of light seemed to appear between his eyebrows. He urged the Jingzhe sword intent again, and a bright sword light slashed out from his sea of ​​consciousness.

Fu Cailin "saw" it and stopped. His spiritual will was shaken by this sword. Even though he had reached the level of a grandmaster, his mind was still intoxicated by this sword.

In this sword, he saw a higher level of swordsmanship and the peak of swordsmanship. This is the great way.

Su Ming's sword can kill gods without killing humans. If Fu Cailin can take this sword, it is equivalent to obtaining the essence of his swordsmanship and making further progress in the future. This is the sword of asking for the way.

Unfortunately, Fu Cailin was unable to take it. The sword slashed into his sea of ​​consciousness, but he did not resist at all, and his face was full of satisfaction.

And he just stood there, motionless.

Su Ming sheathed his sword, walked closer, and waved his hand in front of his eyes. His wide eyes closed instantly.

His body was intact, his breathing was normal, and his heart was still beating, but he was already dead. His soul had already entered into extinction, having been annihilated by the sword of inquiry.

This sword was like an unattainable dream. Even Su Ming himself could not reach that level, but he had seen it clearly on Ren Piaomiao. Although he had not seen his Sword Eleven, he had a vague understanding that it was a different world and a realm that swordsmen dreamed of.

Ren Piaomiao after Sword Eleven is completely different from Ren Piaomiao at Sword Ten. The same is true here. Fu Cailin has not even comprehended the meaning of sword. It is difficult for him to take on the sword realm displayed by Su Ming with just the Yi sword technique.

The only consequence of not being able to accept it is death, death on the road to seeking the truth.

(End of this chapter)