Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　boom!

　　The Buddha's light was soaring to the sky, and the invisible pressure reappeared.

　　Vaguely, it seems that there is a Buddha sitting in the highest place, and a huge Buddha palm that is enough to cover the sun, moon and stars descends from the sky.

　　It was as if there was an entire sky to be suppressed.

　　Zhu Hao's eyes were indifferent, and the sword was in front of him.

　　"Zhenyue style!"

　　With a sword in hand, there are thousands of swords floating around in the void.

　　The sword intent is in the sky, and the cold light is thousands of miles away.

　　The surrounding world trembled wildly, and the wind, clouds, and light were all twisting and evolving.

　　sword!All are swords!

　　Looking around, everything you can see is sword energy.

　　They are incomparably sharp, and everything they pass turns to dust.

　　"What a brilliant swordsmanship!"

　　Shen Xiu was secretly shocked, and her face became more and more solemn.

　　Zhu Hao's ability to turn the world into a sword vaguely reminded him of a person.

　　As soon as the figure appeared in his mind, his body couldn't help shivering.

　　While thinking about it, thousands of sword qi collided with the monstrous Buddha palm.

　　Countless sword lights turned into torrents, bombarding the Buddha's palm with an indomitable momentum.

　　ding ding dong...

　　The crisp sound became a piece, getting faster and more dense.

　　The Buddha palm that covered the sky encountered resistance, and the speed of falling slowed down.

　　The Buddha's light is even brighter, brighter than the blazing sun.

　　A large number of golden glows turned into bright spots and scattered out, floating in the air and landing on the mountains.

　　In a trance, the situation resurfaced, and a large wave of air swept across the Cangshan Mountains.

　　The mountains beneath my feet exploded like a doomsday.

　　Suddenly there was thunder.

　　Shenxiu looked intently and found that Zhu Hao was no longer there.

　　With a shudder in my heart, a sense of crisis suddenly arises.

　　The figure suddenly fell to the side.

　　boom!

　　A palm seems to be sticking out from the void, and thunder is entwined above the five fingers. If it falls like this, there is a tendency of wind and thunder.

　　"Nianhua finger!"

　　Shenxiu raised his right hand, the thumb, index finger, and middle finger in the palm were slightly curved, and Xu Zhi slowly moved towards the palm.

　　Shenxiu, as a figure almost like ancestors in Buddhism, this kind of martial arts handed down by the secular martial arts is naturally different in his hands.

　　I saw the three slender fingers slowly falling down, their posture extremely soft, not at all like during a battle, but just like a walk in the courtyard, I feel joy in my heart, and I am happy with flowers.

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　　However, he saw the Buddha's light around him shining brightly, and a giant hand composed of Buddha's light fell from behind him, and his posture was generally the same.

　　Buzz!

　　The surrounding space trembled, as if unable to bear the extremely soft-looking fingers.

　　boom!

　　The palm of your hand will touch, and suddenly a tide of energy is set off in the world.

　　The Buddha's light and thunder light mixed in the sky, illuminating the entire sky.

　　This movement is extremely huge, and the residents who are far away can clearly see it. They can't help but gather together and point to the sky.

　　Suddenly, someone knelt down and shouted "Gods and spirits".

　　Soon the crowd all knelt down.

　　Shila-

　　In the chaos, the voice of Lei Zhen was even louder.

　　Shenxiu looked at the storm in front of her with a dignified face, and a figure dressed in thunder slowly walked out.

. . . . . . .

　　"What kind of martial arts is this?" he couldn't help asking.

　　The thunder is the last to the sun, and it is invincible, symbolizing the power of heaven.

　　For the warriors who have survived the thunder calamity and set foot on the land of the gods, they are even more aware of the power of the thunder.

　　Every existence who has successfully cultivated has a bit of awe in his heart for Tianlei.

　　Zhu Hao didn't answer, his eyes were half-closed, and the blue-purple lines on the center of his eyebrows suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance.

　　Shenxiu became more and more surprised.

　　His eyes were fixed on the change in Zhu Hao's eyebrows.

　　Deep unease emerged inside.

　　This kind of emotion, he has not known how many years have passed.

　　He even had a hunch in his heart that today's events... have been out of his control.

　　Shila-

　　The terrifying thunder radiated from his body, and countless thunder lights diffused out, forming a mighty thunder field.

　　The ubiquitous thunder light fell on Shenxiu.

　　Began to penetrate his body protection Buddha light.

　　"Uh..." Even with the Buddha's light body protection, there is still an unspeakable sourness and numbness spread all over the body.

　　Faintly, the speed at which the Buddha's energy gathered in his body was affected.

　　At this moment, Zhu Hao disappeared again.

　　Shenxiu narrowed his eyes and slapped the empty space on the right with his palm.

　　"Hannya Palm!"

　　The phantom of the Buddha reappeared, and the five elements of heaven and earth seemed to be in the palm of his hand, changing in all forms, and pressing down sharply.

　　But before it could break out, it was directly destroyed by a violent and unparalleled force.

　　"Lei - Emperor - Fingers!" Wan.

Chapter 111

　　dim.

　　Dim as always.

　　The whole room was filled with blue lights, and half of the candles were on, but they still didn't look bright enough.

　　In a trance, a dark shadow was dragged by the flickering lights of the elder.

　　Someone was adding oil to the extinguished lamps, an old monk.

　　His movements were so light that there was no sound at all.

　　His hands were steady, and there was no shaking at all.

　　He does this every day, and he has been doing it for an unknown number of years, and it has long since become instinct.

　　Soon, all the lights were turned on.

　　The old monk skillfully put the lamp oil in his hand into the cabinet in the corner, picked up another cloth, and wiped the table quietly.

　　The desk case is clean and cleaned every day.

　　Even in such an environment, there is no debris that has been burned out by half a light.

　　In addition to being too old, causing the wood to gradually soften, rot, and develop black spots.

　　 But those things can't be wiped off, so there's really nothing to wipe off.

　　But he still wiped it meticulously, and the little light left in his eyes gathered in his hands.

　　As if it could wipe out some flowers.

　　His movements were still slow.

　　In his world, apart from these green lights that are always on and off, there is only this table.

　　Those blue lights had nothing to do with him.

　　But this table is his.

　　This is where the daily vegetarian meals are used. When I am tired and sleepy, I also take a nap here.

　　The few juniors who came here occasionally to visit always say that it has been a long time, and even dead things have developed feelings.

　　Only he knew that he really didn't know what to do except wipe the table.

　　His life was monotonous and boring to the limit.

　　People outside always say that he has a great responsibility on his shoulders, an extraordinary status, and even a fearless spirit of sacrifice.