Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

But just when Nagarjuna and the Sweeping Monk were completely relieved and were worshiping Buddha and chanting scriptures in the room, a heavenly sword so thick and so big shattered the Buddhist shield of the Liangchan Temple.

Immediately afterwards, twelve flying swords swept across like dragons, almost overturning the entire Liangchan Temple. Even the roof of the Buddhist hall where the two were was blown off.

Wasn't it just that young Yang Zhao who attacked with nine swords just now? Why did he change people?

Dugu Qiubai and Deng Tai'a!

Damn it, when two top sword masters take action, do they still have any sense of martial ethics?

Changing people at the last minute, could it be that there is a spy in the temple? That's immoral.

Filled with sorrow, when Nagarjuna and the sweeping monk saw the shattered relics on the ground, they felt so heartbroken that they could not breathe.

Damn it, these are the relics of great monks that the two of them borrowed from the entire Buddhist community of the Song Dynasty by selling their old faces.

I'm sorry, seniors, for causing you to be reduced to ashes after death.

This is really a sin.

Chapter 303: Deng Tai'a vs. Longshu Monk, Dugu Qiubai vs. Sweeping Monk

Be it the Liangchan Temple or the Shaolin Temple, there was no traitor in the entire Buddhist community of the Song Dynasty as imagined by Nagarjuna and the Sweeping Monk.

Originally, Yang Zhao was planning to lead the nine great national guardian generals to sweep away the Liangchan Temple.

The appearance of Dugu Qiubai and Deng Tai'a can only be regarded as the last resort.

But it all started from an accident where nine swords were controlled from a hundred miles away.

Before this, when Yang Zhao controlled the Nine Swords of Void, he only controlled them around his body, or when he was facing the enemy in battle, he was always controlling them on the same battlefield.

So no one paid attention to either Dugu Qiubai or Deng Tai'a.

Of course, Dugu Qiubai and Deng Tai'a did not have much time to spend with Yang Zhao.

But Yang Zhao, in Xiangyang City, took advantage of the coordinate orientation after the opening of the Yintu Underworld, and directly controlled the Nine Swords of the Void to launch a wave of void bombing from a distance of hundreds of miles.

This made Dugu Qiubai and Deng Tai'a extremely surprised, and at the same time they were delighted to see the prey.

Dugu Qiubai can easily control the sword with his mind, but he does not have the power of Yang Zhao's sword.

Deng Tai'a could easily bomb with a sword, but he couldn't fly as far as Yang Zhao.

It's not completely impossible.

But if Dugu Qiubai and Deng Tai'a want to reach the magical level of Yang Zhao's Nine Swords of the Void, they need extremely great efforts and even exhaust their energy.

For example, Deng Tai'a has a secret technique called borrowing a sword from thousands of miles away.

However, once the technique of borrowing the sword from thousands of miles away is used, even someone as strong as Deng Tai'a or Li Chungang would be seriously injured, and in serious cases, it is not impossible that they would die on the spot.

It was because of the Void Sword Sutra in Yang Zhao's hand that Dugu Qiubai and Deng Tai'a made unexpected appearances.

A very hard-working performance.

Dugu Qiubai came up with a sweeping sword, and Deng Tai'a also sent out twelve flying swords as soon as he appeared on the stage.

This is why the monk Nagarjuna and the sweeping monk were chanting scriptures and worshiping Buddha when their lair was unexpectedly overturned.

"Dugu Qiubai, Deng Tai'a, the two of you come and die for me."

After seeing the ruins of the Liangchan Temple, Monk Nagarjuna first spat out a mouthful of blood, and then felt a fire of rage burning through his skull. It seemed as if he had read the Buddhist scriptures in the past in vain, and the three poisons of anger, hatred and ignorance erupted simultaneously.

Then, accompanied by a roar.

The monk Nagarjuna's clothes burst open on the spot, his muscles glowed with golden Buddha patterns, his whole body swelled to more than ten feet tall, he leaped into the air, and rushed towards Deng Tai'a almost regardless of anything.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

A series of metal clashing sounds were heard, and twelve flying swords turned in the air, as if twelve martial saints were attacking fiercely, but they only left a string of sparks on the body of the Longshu monk.

Every one of those sparks that splashes out can burn through the void.

"Damn it, is this bald ass Nagarjuna going crazy? Is he going to fight right away?"

"You're an idiot. You blew up his lair and wanted to take his life. If he doesn't fight you, who will he fight with?"

Deng Tai'a and Dugu Qiubai muttered a few words in mid-air.

Seeing that the twelve flying swords could not stop Long Shu monk at all, Deng Tai'a simply stretched out his hand and took back the twelve flying swords. Infinite sword energy was poured into the Peach Blossom Sword, and his body burst out with the powerful aura that only belonged to a top-level sword-fighting Martial Saint. A white light flashed, and it turned into a sharp edge of Gengjin and slashed towards Long Shu monk.

laugh!

A white light flickered and fell on the golden light possessed by the monk Nagarjuna, like cutting on old cowhide, and was about to break the golden light's defense.

But the monk Nagarjuna took out a vajra at some point, and with earth-shattering power, he smashed the white light into pieces.

For a while, Deng Tai'a and Monk Nagarjuna became entangled with each other.

Deng Tai'a was agile in swordsmanship and had the ability to concentrate his swords, which enabled him to break the diamond body of the monk Longshu.

The monk Nagarjuna has boundless power. He holds a vajra in his hand and has the power to split mountains and break peaks. He uses the simplest vajra technique of Buddhism to launch an infinite attack.

And just when Deng Tai'a and Monk Nagarjuna were fighting endlessly.

Dugu Qiubai flashed and came to a point in front of the sweeping monk. He raised his eyebrows and a sword energy came down, testing the sweeping monk.

"Amitabha!"

Just as the sword energy was moving along the breath and was about to fall on the neck of the sweeping monk.

But the sweeping monk suddenly opened his mouth and chanted a Buddhist name, and the sword energy disappeared into thin air. Moreover, layers of power of salvation wrapped around Dugu Qiubai.

Chi Chi Chi!

Dugu Qiubai stood still, with sword lights bursting out around him, as if they were directly cutting into the void, and actually shattered all the power of salvation that was entangled with him.

The probing between the two sides barely resulted in a draw.

Dugu Qiubai was slightly surprised and said, "Buddhist silent meditation? No, it's the power of the mind and the method of crossing the heart. I didn't expect that there is an old monk like you hiding in the Buddhist sect of the Song Dynasty. Your methods are really dirty."

Use the power of the mind to transform the hearts of others.

This thing is like brainwashing and hypnosis. It forcibly implements one's own will into other people's minds. It is insidious and dirty.

The sweeping monk was not annoyed and said, "Donor Dugu's sword heart is pure and can break anything. Isn't the power contained in it also the power of the mind? There are thousands of great ways in the world, but they all lead to the same destination. I practice this art of salvation only because I have compassion in my heart and don't want people to die."

Dugu Qiubai's eyes were like swords, and his aura was much sharper. He said, "You bald ass are so hypocritical. You used the power of your mind to trap other people's wills, but you might as well kill them. But you made yourself look like a white lotus. To use the words of my nephew, you are a white lotus whore."

The sweeping monk's eyebrows trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He said, "You have many misunderstandings about my Buddhism. Why don't you put down your weapons and let me explain the Buddhist scriptures to you. I will make you understand that my Buddhism..."

hum!

Just as the sweeping monk was speaking, Dugu Qiubai's sword heart beat, and the surrounding void transformed into a hedgehog-like sword energy that bloomed and slashed into the void, tearing a large amount of salvation power into pieces.

It turned out that the sweeping monk had taken advantage of the conversation to start taking action, gathering the power of salvation into a tide, and quietly trying to wrap up Dugu Qiubai.

Seeing this scene, Dugu Qiubai's face turned cold.

"You are so insidious. It seems there is no point in saying more. Just let me strike you with my sword."

"Alas, Amitabha."

When the sword energy and the Buddhist sound collided, there were ripples in the void at first, and then it seemed as if it was stirred by a huge force, and the entire void seemed to be a rag sieve, being torn apart by violence.

At the same time, the sweeping monk launched countless attacks with a compassionate look on his face.

Thousand-leaf hand of great compassion, flower-picking finger, maha finger, tara leaf finger, formless kalpa finger, great wisdom and indeterminate finger, powerful vajra palm, veda palm, prajna palm, paramita hand, light fist, lion's roar, arhat magic power.

In just a moment, the sweeping monk used up almost all of Shaolin's 72 unique skills.

At the same time, Dugu Qiubai's eyes sparkled, his mind moved as he wished, and he unleashed the Dugu Nine Swords, which had not been used for a long time. Sword lights filled the sky and destroyed all the attacks.

At this moment, there are no more words.

Deng Tai'a versus Nagarjuna, Dugu Qiubai versus the Sweeping Monk, the only solution is to fight.

Chapter 304: Death of Nagarjuna

The four top martial saints, two swordsmen and two Buddhas, were as terrible as natural disasters when they launched a life-and-death battle with all their might.

The terrifying sword light and sharp sword energy.

The shadows of dragons and elephants, and the mighty sound of Buddha.

The Liangchan Temple, which covered an area of ​​hundreds of acres, was easily destroyed like a castle built by a child with sand.

Even the surrounding mountains and forests suffered a great disaster and were destroyed beyond recognition.

This is the place, a hundred miles away from Xiangyang City.

Although Liangchan Temple was not located deep in the mountains, there was no one around, so there was not much casualties.

Even the monks from the two Zen temples were dismissed early.

Looking at the ruined Liangchan Temple.

Deng Tai'a and the monk Longshu collided with each other, and after they separated, he laughed and said, "Longshu, you also know that betraying the Song Dynasty is a way to death. Are you ready to die?"

Facing the figure that was as solid as a rock and as powerful as a dragon or an elephant.

After a great battle, Deng Tai'a's fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. All the true energy in his body flowed back like rivers returning to the sea. Along with the return of the true energy, the twelve flying swords behind him began to break into pieces one by one. The spirituality gathered together, and the sword intent that had been cultivated for decades was integrated into Deng Tai'a's body.

These twelve flying swords were originally magical swords specially collected by Deng Tai'a when he was young.

After decades of cultivation by Deng Tai'a, his spirituality, sword intent and sharpness have reached an unprecedented level.

Due to the material of the twelve flying swords, these twelve flying swords can no longer be of much help to Deng Tai'a.

At this moment, the sword is shattered, the soul disappears, and all rivers return to the sea.

On Deng Tai'a's body, a pure white golden edge suddenly burst out, and the Peach Blossom Sword in his hand slashed across the air. A thin line of white light flashed, easily tearing the void apart, and then flew out of the air and slashed on Longshu Monk's body, leaving a white mark.

"The way of sword shattering, the sharp edge of Gengjin, striking from a distance, is indeed worthy of being called the Peach Blossom Sword God."

The monk Nagarjuna was hit suddenly, and an ugly and solemn look appeared on his face. He knew that his chances of survival today were very slim.

The so-called sword-breaking art is a unique sword art that Deng Tai'a comprehended after living in seclusion in Taohuawu in the south of the Yangtze River for more than 20 years. It can split light into shadows, condense the blade to shatter the air. It is one of the top sword arts in the world.

For example, the sword that breaks through the void.

Deng Tai'a just used a random basic attack and almost tore through Longshu's defense.

When it exerts its full strength, even the indestructible body that Nagarjuna has cultivated for more than a hundred years will be unable to withstand such unprecedented edge.

"I don't want to get involved in the chaos in the court."

"Master Deng, I am willing to sacrifice my life in exchange for the continuation of the Buddhist incense. Is that okay?"

After coming to the conclusion that he was no match for his opponent, Nagarjuna decided to die. The golden light on his body quickly retracted, as if the light of glass illuminated the entire sky. He actually gained enlightenment at the end, and produced a relic containing the glass Vajra body.

There are these relics.

It can be said that Nagarjuna has already qualified to become an Arhat or Bodhisattva in Buddhism.

If Nagarjuna had not died, in another hundred years, perhaps a true human arhat would have emerged from these two Zen temples, enough to suppress the Buddhist incense in the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years.

Unfortunately, rebellion and treason are unforgivable.

Deng Tai'a's sword intent became stronger and stronger. He looked at the monk Longshu and said, "Longshu, you have realized it. That's great. Fight with all your might to please me."

"After this battle, Deng will plead for mercy for you in front of the Yang family boy."

Get Deng Tai'a's promise.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

Monk Nagarjuna had a peaceful look on his face. He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

Then, the golden light around the monk Nagarjuna converged, and his body, which was originally about ten feet tall, rose again and turned into a golden body of six feet in size. He suddenly opened his eyes, almost freezing the entire world.

"Go!"

The moment that monk Nagarjuna opened his eyes, he pushed with one palm, and the vast Buddhist light turned into an attack that could destroy mountains and peaks, and actually caused an area of ​​the void to collapse.

In front of this one, Deng Tai'a swung his sword several times in succession, and finally managed to block its power, but was still knocked back a hundred feet away.

"The sword shadow splits, shatters the light and kills the Buddha!"

Facing the sublimation battle in which Longshu Monk used his own life foundation as fuel, the sword intent in Deng Tai'a's eyes grew stronger and stronger. The violent sword light formed twelve human figures in the void, each of which was wrapped in the broken light of Gengjin, like a chaotic rainbow, transforming into a sword formation in the void.

Boom boom boom!

The battle between Deng Tai'a and Nagarjuna has reached a fever pitch. The sword light and the Buddha's light are equally important, constantly colliding and rising in the void, like twinkling golden and silver stars.