Fu Canglu

Chapter 409 Sword Qi and Dragon
over the South China Sea.

The lotus throne, which is nearly a hundred feet in size, is pure white like glass, and it is shaking slightly at this moment.

Qingshi stared blankly at this bold real dragon with his jaw slightly leaning on the lotus throne. The weight of his huge body made the lotus throne faintly overwhelmed.

Qingshi turned his head slightly at first, looking at the sea and sky in the distance, the two thousand-foot-sized water walls could no longer penetrate a single centimetre, and there seemed to be a "small" body rolling in the far distance.

Then he turned his head slightly, and saw the man in lotus clothes on the dragon's skull with a calm posture, sitting cross-legged on the flat area of ​​the eyebrows of the dragon's skull, picking up a huge scale in the center of the forehead of this huge monster with both hands, and chanting with a smile "rise".

The bold real dragon resting its chin on the lotus seat first glanced indifferently at the bluestone on the lotus seat, then parted its lips and looked up at the majestic six-headed and twelve-armed Bodhisattva in the uppermost sky with a half-smile.

It "slowly" tilted its head and left the lotus throne, its body suddenly lifted up, and huge waves inevitably set off under it.

There are dragons wagging their tails.

Immediately afterwards, the two thousand-foot-high water walls collapsed and exploded in an instant, and the entire sea area was covered and smashed back, as if a silk satin had been shaken to its highest point.

Thousands of miles of vast sea area, it is extremely rare to see a scene of floating in the air, all the sea water floats away at this moment, the particles are distinct, as if being wrapped in an invisible giant net, and it cannot seep out at all.

Wisps of sword energy burst from the ground, pouring down like a waterfall flowing backwards, rising from the far end of the sky, forming a huge circular sword array.

The dense and forceful sword energy formed a net, circling and whistling, forcibly engulfing the entire sea area of ​​the purple mansion's soul.

A figure suddenly fell in front of the lotus seat.

Qingshi looked at the lotus-clothed figure jumping down from the real dragon's head with a complicated expression, and immediately started running wildly after falling into the lotus seat, and the distance of tens of feet was reached in an instant.

His Royal Highness laughed loudly, and punched the bluestone in front of him. The battle between the spirit and soul of the Zifu, the great phenomenon of heaven and earth at this moment, Yi Xiao insisted on using the physique of the Zifu to challenge the Buddhist supernatural powers.

Qingshi didn't dodge or dodge, let the fist hit his forehead, his face was calm and he didn't back down, but the fist cracked inch by inch, and even Yi Xiao's wrist was shaken out of flesh and blood by his huge force Fly bloody scene.

His Highness laughed and retracted his fist and then handed it out again. The severed hand, which was already so broken that it could not be broken any more, inexplicably condensed again during the process of accumulating energy in the air, and once again slammed it between Qingshi's forehead and between his eyebrows. place.

Not surprisingly, flesh and blood flew all over again.

So he closed his fists again.

Qingshi's brows hurt sharply, but his face was expressionless, his eyes were fixed on that tireless fist shadow without blinking, the battle of Zifu's physique, hurting the enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred, it was a desperate plan to hurt both sides, every punch hit Between his eyebrows, his whole body was boiling with qi and blood, but it couldn't be regarded as a thorough heart.

On the other hand, the little Highness whose fist was broken seventeen or eight times and who was still tireless should be the one who really "broke his heart".

The smile on Yi Xiao's face remained undiminished, and he retracted his fist again, raising it high.

Qingshi took a breath of cold air, and at the next moment when the fist was about to land between his eyebrows, a jade hand shining like gold and stones appeared on his forehead in time.

His Highness smiled and said, "Are you also afraid of pain through the Diamond Prajna Sutra?"

Yi Xiao no longer punches hard like asking for trouble, but sticks out his hands like claws, rubbing two long sparks on Qingshi's shoulders.

Finally, Qingshi was no longer indifferent, and quickly raised his hands to ring the bell like Huang Zhong Dalu closed.

His Highness trembled violently, spat out a mouthful of blood, and firmly grasped Qingshi's shoulder with both hands, refusing to let go.

Qingshi raised his head and saw the scene in front of him clearly.

That "evil dragon" was so bold at the moment, half of its body no longer slammed into the sea, but followed the body of the Bodhisattva Buddha on the lotus throne, tightening its body round and round, and finally a huge dragon head climbed up indifferently. On the bodhisattva's chest and skirt, the great Dharma figure was strangled to death. Twelve arms were pinched to death by the scales of the dragon's body. The dragon's body squeezed slightly, and Qingshi had a vague sour feeling of uncontrollably withdrawing his arms.

The remaining half of the dragon's body is tightly entangled with the lotus throne, layer by layer, and the dragon scales that open and close like sword aura penetrate into the lotus.

The lotus throne shook slightly.

Qingshi murmured at this moment: "The general trend of heaven and earth is coming, and the wind is blowing from thousands of miles."

After the lotus throne swayed for a while, it stopped abruptly for a moment, then fell abruptly, smashing into the sea in an instant.

His Highness's pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes suddenly became pitch black.

The two went straight into the deep sea.

Yi Xiao's eyes lit up with a golden color, and he saw clearly the dignified and compassionate Buddha figure of the man in front of him. Uncontrollable joy, anger, sorrow and joy came to his mind, and all kinds of emotions, just looking at each other, couldn't help going back and forth in his mind alternately.

There was a Buddha's name that exploded deep in the soul.

The lotus throne sank to the bottom of the sea for tens of thousands of miles. It took a real dragon and smashed into the bottom of the sea floor, smashing the half of the dragon's body wrapped around the lotus throne to a bloody mess. After the lotus fell to the ground, it fell three feet and crushed the dragon's body. It slowly began to rotate, splashing a scarlet blood. The "evil dragon" had no time to get away, so it could only hoarsely opened its big dragon lips in the deep seabed, making a gesture to swallow the head of the Bodhisattva into its belly.

Rebellious.

The bodhisattva still had a smile on his lips, ignoring this blasphemous thing, and slowly raised his two arms clasped together in front of his chest, stretching the small half of the dragon's body.

The real dragon's pupils constricted slightly, and seeing that he was about to swallow a head, the upper and lower dragon lips were pulled apart by two jade hands, and he was pressed to death, unable to move forward an inch, and there was nowhere to use the mighty force. He could only tremble with the tip of his tongue, and yelled out an explosion of thunder that no one could hear at the peaceful and dignified Bodhisattva Dharma.

The entire sea floor shook accordingly.

Bodhisattvas and real dragons live in a stalemate like this.

Yi Xiao and Qingshi both had splitting headaches.

His Highness clenched his teeth, the blood from his nose and mouth drifted away on the bottom of the deep sea, he slowly moved his ten fingers, and pulled down Qingshi's folded arms, slowly pulling out two bloody long scars, and finally clasped Qingshi's wrists .

The green robe with two sleeves was torn into several strips by Yi Xiao's unreasonable and brute force. Qingshi's expression was still calm, but he opened his eyes slowly, and Tianyan could clearly see the wisps or strands of himself or Yi Xiao floating around him. blood line.

Deep seabed, the pressure is staggering.

His clasped hands were powerless to move, so he could only let the opponent clasp his wrist.

His Highness also didn't have much strength to shake the body of this truly innocent colored glaze Bodhisattva, and he could only do this "painless and itchy" level.

The little highness's abdomen trembled slightly, and he said with emotion: "I never thought that in terms of the strength of the soul, you are actually stronger than Dongjun."

The little monk Qingshi smiled and said: "Your Highness, you were negligent. The battle for the Purple Mansion, which should have ended in a few breaths, has now been dragged into a situation of wrestling."

Yi Xiao sighed slightly.

When the real dragon came into the world, it should have swallowed half of the sea in one gulp, or smashed the lotus throne.

It's a pity that he insisted on using his strength to do that "blasphemous" act of treason, and he really suffered retribution, and was dragged into an embarrassing situation by Qingshi.

The bluestone and glaze are innocent, and the great King Kong is added, standing on the lotus throne and standing in an invincible position.

The little highness spoke from his abdomen and said: "Let's see whose breath is longer. Is it your vajra physique that crushes me first, or my sword energy that clears the South China Sea."

Qingshi looked towards the distant direction of the deep sea with some emotion.

The entire South China Sea was surrounded by His Highness's sword aura, and the countless sword auras spreading across the sea area of ​​the Zifu slowly changed from diffuse to tense, forming a large net, which was shrinking at a very fast speed at this moment, and within a short time, the entire area was wiped out. The lotus throne is also a great prosperity when the dust has settled.

Qingshi was a little stunned.

No wonder he dared to "blaspheme".

"The battle of the Purple Mansion depends on the momentum and the aura. This Bodhisattva treasure can be said to be earth-shattering." The little highness said with a long breath, "It can be fought to the end, and the Zi Mansion will be broken. It is inevitable." In the state where the soul was wounded, Mr. Qin was beaten by the Lord of Yincheng to the point where the Purple Mansion collapsed, and after that, the situation fell sharply, and he will never be the same again."

Qingshi pursed her lips slightly.

His Royal Highness said softly: "You want to give me four scriptures, one is 'Dari Tathagata', which I saw first, and one 'Vajra Prajna', which I also wrote down, and 'Triple Bhatra' and '33 heavy days'"

Yi Xiao raised his head and looked at the majestic Bodhisattva above his head. At this moment, holding the magnificent scene of slowly supporting the body of the real dragon, he said seriously: "The four scriptures really live up to their reputation."

Qingshi admired and said: "Creation and cause and effect are indeed the most wonderful things in the world. I never thought that I would lose to you with the addition of the four Buddhist teachings."

Yi Xiao shook his head with a smile, and said: "If you really want to fight to the death in Zifu, you can wait until the sword energy is close to you, and use the Great Vajra to fight hard. Even if the body of the Great Vajra is crushed by the sword energy, you only need to stay a breath, Bodhisattva After glaring and hitting me with an arm, there is a high probability that I will end up shattered."

Qingshi smiled softly: "Dong Jun must have conceded defeat immediately after seeing that 'true dragon'."

Yi Xiao nodded with a smile, and admitted: "It's easier to win on the big snowfield. In fact, Dong Jun suffered the loss of not having a true heart-to-heart connection with Chun Leiqin. There are many great visions in the Zifu, the real dragon and the Bodhisattva. It's a first-rate frightening sight, even if his Chunlei Flood Dragons fight to the death and lose both sides, they won't be able to win against the real dragon."

Qingshi said with emotion: "Who dares to fight to the death with you in the realm of spirit and soul? In the end, it will end up being smashed into Zifu."

The pressure in the underwater world has increased sharply.

The lotus throne whose base was embedded in the bottom of the sea shook violently, and the lotus began to peel off, crumble and float uncontrollably.

Qingshi raised his head slowly, watching the whole Zifu world being shredded from the edge by the sword energy, and the accumulated momentum was slowly superimposed and pushed forward, with a majestic momentum.

In the end, inevitably, it will be your turn.

A sigh.

Qingshi said with a smile: "Admit defeat, admit defeat, I can't beat you."

(End of this chapter)