final catastrophe

Chapter 287 110. Dai Zongyi's swordsmanship (third update)
Xuan sadly said "Amitabha", but he couldn't say something like "If the world's number one benefactor wants it, then take it, after all, it's a false name".

If he really dares to speak out.

Then tomorrow, words like "the state religion Shaolin confesses to Wudang" will spread throughout the martial arts world.

Because the imperial power, as well as the group of heroes, are enough to witness the weight of the number one in the world.

He couldn't help raising his head and took a deep look at the mysterious young head teacher, but he couldn't help but think of the former abbot's amazingly talented junior brother.

White clothes like snow, will he be like him?
Stand here and look down on the world.

Unfortunately.
Xuan Bei was silent, but the three of Xuan Hen snorted coldly in their hearts.

These three people are used to subduing demons, and they are all very qualified in Shaolin Dharma Academy, even the first one needs to be respectful when seeing them.

How can Xia Ji's words be so exciting at this time.

Xuan Hen said coldly: "To defeat you, three of my brothers and sisters are enough."

Xia Ji didn't engage in verbal disputes, but just made a gesture of invitation with extraordinary grace.

It's just that the knife at his waist is still hanging, and he has no intention of pulling it out.

But the three black-robed monks were not polite, and the "Vajra Subduing Demon Formation" that had already been proficient as brothers and sisters was immediately displayed.

Sanskrit singing a cappella, from low to high, from slow to fast, the waves are like turbulent waves, it is just an ordinary chanting sound to the outside, but inside, it is piercing to people's ears, piercing people's hearts.

The three people held three vajra pestles, and the textures carved on the handshake part of the pestle were laughing, angry or cursing, three Buddha states.

"go."

In the Sanskrit sound, three vajras suddenly broke in, like giant pillars falling between the sky and the earth, carrying the power of Arhat that mortals could not resist, rampaging.

Xia Ji didn't move.

He seemed to be stunned, motionless.

But the speed of the Vajra Pestle suddenly became faster, carrying three extremely thick golden brilliance, like the three fingers of the Buddha, pointing at the stubborn demon in the formation!

Chi Chi!

The air is ripped apart.

The young teacher's long robe also fluttered under the tremendous pressure, and his slightly tied black hair also flew up.

"Bah!"

The Sanskrit sound reached its climax in an instant.

And at that moment, the three golden Buddha fingers pointed at the man in the middle at the same time.

Boom boom boom!
Amidst the thunder, there was no way for the man to hide, and he didn't hide either.

Is it too late?
All the heroes, even Shang Huang, looked at the audience.

The strength of these three black-clothed monks is well known, at least they fought with that Guan Wuchang in Ziwei Pass for a long time.

At this time, the full blows of the three fell on the man completely.

How could he be all right?
The smoke dissipated.

The three vajras quietly floated beside the white-robed headmaster, but he seemed to have returned to heaven and earth, exuding an extremely mysterious aura around him.

Then everyone was stunned.

He quietly looked at the abbot of Shaolin in the distance, and said with a smile: "There is nothing, where is the dust? Hahahahaha!!"

Smiling and shaking his head, he waved his right hand lightly, and the three vajras immediately reversed, flew out backwards, and hit their master with a whistling sound.

Xuanhen, Xuanliu, and Xuanbi, the three black-clothed monks, couldn't dodge in time, but they were hit hard in the abdomen, and then flew out backwards.

The three of them hurriedly used their energy, not wanting to make a fool of themselves.

But this force was extremely powerful, leading the three monks until they bumped into the parapets on both sides before stopping.

And the faces of the three are suffering, their stomachs are like a river tossing, and their eyes are extremely horrified.

This Wudang master, how could his martial arts be so high?

It seems to have noticed something.

The boy closed his eyes and breathed. It seemed that this blow had consumed a lot of his strength, so he was taking the opportunity to recover.

It's just that what he said just now rushed into the ears of the abbot of Shaolin with a strong ironic effect.

There is nothing in the first place, why bother to stir up dust?
This is what the Buddha said, but he used it here, and the meaning of irony is clear at a glance.

"Who else?" The headmaster in white robe stood proudly, his sword still undrawn, although he was invincible, he was indescribably lonely.

At this moment, a person from the hermit family who was about to show up stood up.

It was Qin Shanhe, the patriarch of the Qin family. Although he was middle-aged, he was extremely burly, with the family's sword "King of Light" on his back, stepping out step by step, with mystery hidden in every step.

If you want to sell the goods to the emperor's house, you must naturally show the strength you should have.

In fact, he never expected to defeat this extremely powerful man.

He only needs to force him to draw his sword, then the purpose of this time will be accomplished.

The King of Light's sword is made of secret gold from outside the sky, and it can break Qi. This is also one of his trump cards this time.

"Master Qin Shanhe, Patriarch of the Qin family, is willing to fight." The burly middle-aged man clasped his fists at the young emperor on the high platform.

"Sure." Emperor Shang looked gloomy.

Qin Shanhe stepped on the steps, mentioned King Jianguang, and began to approach the white-robed head teacher.

Close your eyes and meditate.

He quickly counted the countless factors in front of him into points, and quickly connected the points with each other, turning them into a net that could affect the whole body.

This is the Qin family's secret swordsmanship.

So, Yujian.

This sword technique is extremely difficult to practice, but Qin Shanhe is already very talented, and has been immersed in this sword technique for decades, so he has already mastered it.

In his eyes, objects are no longer objects, but are divided and classified into bright spots that emerge one by one.

The bright spots are like fireflies, wrapping towards the man.

He threw away the scabbard at will, and put the long sword in a strange posture, which made the middle wide open. This was clearly a move to kill himself.

But when the envoy of this burly hermit Patriarch came, he actually hid a bit of mystery and mystery.

"Come on." Xia Ji looked at the shining sword, like an emperor waiting to be challenged.

The voice just fell.

Qin Shanhe's figure jumped out suddenly.

He is not walking in a straight line, nor is it a curve, nor is it an arc, but one by one with precise calculations. Each landing point completely defies the normal thinking of human beings, and impacts the sight and thoughts, making the opponent extremely uncomfortable.

The sword didn't stab directly, but moved and stopped in his hand very strangely, drawing strange straight lines in the air.

He is like an elusive assassin, no one can predict his next move, but everything about you has already been calculated by him.

Counting with a heart without a heart.

Count everything, only for that well-designed sword.

What's more, this sword is still named Sword Light King.

Breaking Qi, invincible!
Qin Shanhe is confident that he can force him to draw his sword. If he is lucky enough to defeat him, he will truly become famous.

Seats of heroes around.

Yang Mian, who belongs to the school of swords, is naturally knowledgeable about swordsmanship. Seeing this weird swordsmanship now, he couldn't help but wonder: "It is rumored that the Dai Zongyi swordsmanship learned by heaven and man is still handed down in the world, and there are people Can you learn it?"

His sword-wielding disciple couldn't help asking: "What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Yang Miandao: "It is rumored that the immortal and the top of Mount Tai played games with each other, and they laughed and carved this peerless swordsmanship on the cliff after thousands of rounds.

According to rumors, this sword technique counts the sky, the earth and the time, and calculates everything, and then calculates the best angle and timing of the sword.

Before the enemy made his next move, he had already predicted it.

The game of immortals is basically a game of ten hands and a hundred hands, so this sword technique is named Yi. "

(End of this chapter)