The myth of rebirth of the era of martial arts

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With such a chill, who would distract him from thinking.

Kill Buddha to become Buddha!

The vegetation is withered, and the vitality is dilapidated.

The chill invaded the body, and for others, there was no killing intent at this time.However, Yang Ling is different. Although his killing intent is not serious, but as someone who once walked through the nine cities of the Scarlet Flame Dynasty and was chased and wanted to be slaughtered along the way, how could he not have murderous intent, how could he be afraid of these murderous intents? . [

Murderous intent turned into cold air. To him, killing too many people already had a kind of evil spirit.

Under the evil spirit, he is not easily affected by murderous intentions.

At this moment, even though he was enveloped by killing intent, he was not affected too much.Moreover, he suddenly turned passive into active, with a flash of his figure, he accelerated his running speed, and sprinted close to the yellow-clothed monk, until the yellow-clothed monk was in front of him, with a sharp knife in his hand.

"The sky is vertical and horizontal, and Yang Li is dead?"

The move is the seven moves of the Heavenly Sword, even though he only sticks to the moves of the sword, but the moves of the sword are already terrifying, holding the sword to ask the sky, the sword style is vertical and horizontal, breaking yin and yang together, yin and yang are two layers of heaven, asking the sky Has Yang Liyuan ever died?Lingering, entangled, entangled...

When the knife falls, the knife rises again.

The sword technique has changed again, following the Tiangang route, the sword accepts the stars, and does not enter the five elements.When the blade was exposed, the yellow-clothed monk showed shock, and the blade crossed, and the shock was even worse, but in a blink of an eye, the yellow-clothed monk's murderous intent increased sharply, and his face was ferocious, as if the Buddha who had put down the butcher knife raised the butcher knife high again.

But a Buddha is still a Buddha.Nothing has changed.

The only change is that the murderous intent is more serious, the fierceness is revealed, and the butcher's knife will set off blood again.

With one stroke of the eight-cubed Zen staff, there was a tangy smell of blood.

……

Fierce, ruthless, cruel.

Already retreating a hundred feet away, the players under the steps looked up at the battle, terrified, and only three words came to their minds to explain their feelings about this battle, and some people were very strange.Why didn't any of those NPCs jump out of the battle between Yang Ling and the monk in yellow.

"Heaven asks the first knife: the upper and lower sides are not formed, so why test it?"

"Heaven asked the second knife: Yin and Yang triad, what is the origin?"

"Heaven asked the third knife: nine places, why grave them?"

"Heaven asked the fourth knife: Zengcheng Jiuzhong, how many miles is it high?"

No one answered why, neither the NPC of Kongqueling Villa nor the NPC of Tiandao League jumped out to stop it, just like no one answered Yang Ling's saber technique, not even Tianye.In his hand, the Heavenly Knife Seven Styles exudes a kind of strength and heaviness.This strength and heaviness are mixed with doubts.

Yang Ling didn't know if other people had obtained it before. He had learned the seven moves of the Heavenly Saber. At first, he didn't understand the specialness of the move. However, when the murderous intent enveloped him and he was completely trapped in it, he had a little understanding. , however, he still didn't understand.Or no one would have understood. [

When he performed the seven moves of the Heavenly Saber, he had only one thought in his mind.

Ask questions, ask the sky, ask the earth, and ask people.

There are too many incomprehensions in the world, and he needs to dissect them one at a time, and distinguish all kinds of them.

"Heaven asks the fifth knife: How can there be a dragon? To swim with a bear?"

"Heaven asked the sixth knife: a snake swallows an elephant, how big is it?"

"Heaven asked the seventh knife: The sky is vertical and horizontal, and Yang Li is dead?"

Ask, ask, swing a knife.Swing the knife again.

Yang Ling seemed to understand the true meaning of the knife in a trance. The so-called bulls and knives are just a metaphor. The Seven Styles of the Heavenly Knife are just for the ultimate of the knife. After you have it, don't do anything else.But this is obviously not what he wants, and what he wants is not this. What does he want?

"Don't worry, let me dissect him with a sharp knife, and then I can understand..." Yang Ling suddenly had this absurd idea in his heart, and dissected the thought in his heart with a knife. The idea of ​​testing is really a wonderful flower.However, it was obvious that there was an instinct in his heart that recognized this idea, so he swung the knife one after another, cutting out a trace of clarity.

With this trace of clarity, Yang Ling's eyes became brighter and brighter, like a dazzling light.

"Haha, the principle is like this, I understand, I really understand!" Yang Ling raised his head and laughed. When he laughed, his movements didn't stop at all, and he stabbed at the vital parts of the monk in yellow, no, In other words, he never stopped, and the yellow-clothed monk had been persecuted by him to escape death.

The meaning of the sword is so ingenious as to be one with the sword, forget the sword, and combine the sword with the sword. There is a law implicit in the law, and the law is implicit in the law, and the energy between the knife and the knife can be returned to keep the energy never exhausted.

"Heaven asked the eighth knife: all kinds of cause and effect, who can break it?"

With the sound of roaring, Yang Ling felt a constant shock all over his body, an entangled feeling, and then cut off with a single knife, and then, a barrier in his future was understood by him, and this barrier also turned into a stream of light under the knife , as if all causes and effects were cut off.

Crackling! !

Next, under the horror-filled eyes of the yellow-clothed monk, Yang Ling's whole body crackled, a unique charm emanated from his body, and the gradually weakened blood began to applaud, with a more vigorous , The feeling of being more than vigorous, filled my heart.

The whole body is full of explosive power.

This scene was naturally seen by the monk in yellow. Just because he saw it, because it happened in front of his eyes, his horror became more intense, and he couldn't help shouting loudly. "Impossible, under the condition of killing Buddha to become Buddha, no one can break through..."

"Haha, whether the Buddha is here or not, everything is caused by cause and effect. If I go down with a knife, all cause and effect will be cut off. If you don't touch cause and effect, how can you not break through?" After hearing this, Yang Ling raised his head and laughed, his whole body and mind A piece of comfort, he cut down on the yellow-clothed monk with a knife, and split the yellow-clothed monk in half. In reality, the power of this knife made the yellow-clothed monk dodge better than dodge, and he could only look at the knife light in horror. Chop down.

"stop!"

"Bold!"

"Forgive others and forgive others..."[

"what!……"

Suddenly, there were several voices in succession, preventing Yang Ling from killing the monk in yellow clothes, but obviously, with Yang Ling's character, he would not be reduced to a running dog at all. If he was not a running dog, how could he be so obedient?So, once he goes down, no one can stop him, no one can save him...

puff!

With one stab, the monk in yellow was cut in half, and his eyes looking at Yang Ling remained horrified.

Boom!

Boom! !

After killing the yellow-clothed monk, Yang Ling swung his knife around, destroying all the attacks that came from the air. Then, he swelled up the energy all over his body, and the energy surged up. Yang Ling's body It also rises slightly, and the whole person can easily float up without much strength.

The second voice sounded, and he could feel the blood in his body boiling...