Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　Experts like He Zudao and Sandu could only reach a height of [-] zhang above the top of Wudang Mountain, but Zhang Sanfeng and Sweeping Monk had reached a height of [-] zhang.

　　If it weren't for the fact that the heroes present were all first-class masters, I'd probably only see two black dots.

　　Rao is so, only the Grand Master was present, and could barely capture the silhouettes of these two people.

　　Just let me see, the ability of the world's masters!

　　Ying Yu raised his head to look at the sky, even if he was separated by three hundred meters, he could still look at the fire like a hole.

　　What secrets does this Emperor Qin have?

　　'Relentless' Sheng Ya Yu Mei's eyes were fixed on Ying Yu, and her heart was full of doubts.

　　From the beginning, she had been paying attention to Ying Yu, and found that Ying Yu's expression had not changed, and she even maintained a detached attitude, not taking it to heart at all.

　　There is only one explanation for such a situation: Ying Yu has another reliance, even in the face of a master of heaven and man, he has enough confidence!

　　"Look at what!"

　　Seeing the man who had been staring at her (aunt), Wang Yuyan took a step forward, blocking the sight of the ruthless, and said angrily.

　　Forehead?

　　Facing the sullen Wang Yuyan, she ruthlessly hurried to look back, smiled apologetically at the other party, pushed the wheelchair out of her seat, and returned to Zhuge Zheng.

　　It's almost there!

　　After successfully driving away the vixen in her eyes, Wang Yuyan was complacent, as if she had won a battle.

　　…………

　　Click!

　　On the sky, a blood-colored lightning flashed across the sky, and the lightning that was a hundred meters long just fell between Zhang Sanfeng and the floor-sweeping monk, causing the invisible void to tremble.

　　Rumble!

　　After that, the dull thunder rolled, and the purple thunder and lightning shuttled through the clouds endlessly, falling into the eyes of Ying Yu below, thinking of a long-lost sword technique:

　　Purple Thunder Blade Technique!

　　Zhang Sanfeng, the monk who sweeps the floor, the two masters of the realm of heaven and man, turned a blind eye to everything that happened around him.

　　At this moment, there is only one thought left in each other's hearts, and that is: to defeat the enemy in front of us!

　　The cause of this battle was the whereabouts of the Golden Lion Lion King Xie Xun and Tu Long Dao.

　　But it has developed to this day, and it has become Shaolin and Wudang. These two sects are vaguely competing for the level of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism in today's China.

　　Sweeping monk's skinny palm sticks out from his large monk's robe, his right hand points like swords, and his two fingers are dyed gold with lightning speed, like Buddha's fingers.

　　On this finger of his sword, a sword light bloomed, and the Buddha light of saving all sentient beings overflowed.

　　With a radius of tens of thousands of miles, it is extremely dazzling to render this finger of the sweeping monk.

　　"What kind of martial arts is this?"

　　"Bravo!"

　　"Dharma Divine Sword, this is the first move of the Damo Divine Sword in Shaolin Damo Sanjue, the first appearance of Buddha's light!"

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　　As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

　　As soon as the sweeping monk made his move, he made a strong move that completely violated the cognition of the people in the martial arts, which attracted a lot of discussion among the next heroes.

　　Many old martial arts legends, with reminiscences, dug up the name of this stunt from distant memories.

　　Dharma Sword?

　　Ying Yu still maintained an indifferent expression, his pupils shrank, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

　　"Your Majesty," Mo Ya leaned into Ying Yu's ear and said in an incredible tone, "Why does this Bodhidharma sword look so like the Tathagata's palm of the old bald donkey?"

　　Referring to the culprit who kept them all in the dust for two thousand years, Mo Crow's voice revealed an unforgettable hatred.

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　　"It was originally." Ying Yu replied through voice transmission, "If I guessed correctly, the so-called Bodhidharma Sword is a trick realized by the heavenly monk Bodhidharma."

　　That's it!

　　Mo Crow suddenly realized, and clenched his drooping hands, expressing hatred.

　　Bai Feng didn't say a word, but a feather blade appeared in his hand and was played with by fingers as delicate as porcelain.

　　The Buddha's Light Appears!

　　Yun has endless backhands, spreads tens of thousands of miles, and carries the Da Ri Tathagata's belief in keeping righteousness and warding off evil spirits, and the power is surging.

　　"Well done, Pindao has long wanted to experience the three unique skills of Bodhidharma from the Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy!"

　　Zhang Sanfeng is not afraid to laugh, his thin lips are lightly curled, his arms are stretched out, and they are pulled up like clouds.

　　The ubiquitous water vapor in the sky was drawn to Zhang Sanfeng's side, spread out with his arms, and finally turned into a whirlpool that kept spinning.

　　The first move of Buddha's light, with the help of dozens of thunder and lightning, is like a peerless sword that guards the righteousness of Buddhism and wards off evil spirits.

　　However, Zhang Sanfeng turned the power of the soft water for his own use, and even softened it to the point of rigidity. The sword glow that was several hundred meters long hit the vortex in front of him, and was smashed by the power of the vortex.

　　The aftermath of terror spread out overwhelmingly, sweeping away thousands of birds in the sky, turning them into puddles of meat sauce that even the mother bird could not recognize, causing a rain of meat for this world.

　　As the key point of the frontal battle, Wudang Mountain was shaking again, and more cracks appeared, as if it was about to collapse.

　　Many people were caught off guard and fell in public, and a dog came to eat the mud!Four.

Chapter 179

　　"Dharma Sword II: Golden Dome Buddha Lamp!"

　　The celestial monk Bodhidharma transformed the palm of the Tathagata into the Divine Sword of Bodhidharma. For Ying Yu, who had personally experienced the power of the Tathagata’s palm in the hands of the Great Sun Tathagata, the power was naturally nothing but the same, but it was absolutely invincible in the world. Most of the masters are already first-class peculiarities.

　　The floor sweeping monk made another move, and the Senhan sword qi condensed into a Buddha lamp that illuminated the world.

　　A Buddha lamp as high as a hundred feet hit Zhang Sanfeng straight, as if to save him.

　　"It's a good Buddha lamp, but it's a pity that it can't be old-fashioned!"

　　Facing the majesty of the golden-topped Buddha lantern, Zhang Sanfeng was so arrogant that he pushed out with both palms.

　　The power of the palm manifests infinite hexagrams, Qiankun shakes the sun and the ridges are separated from the Gendui, and the gossip is combined arbitrarily, and it evolves into the sixty-four hexagrams of Fuxi, which are all-encompassing and all-encompassing.

　　The eight forces of heaven, earth, wind, thunder, water, volcanoes, and lakes came out together, and a small world with mountains and rivers was formed.

　　The power of the masters of heaven and man is unquestionable!

　　The illusory world transformed by Zhang Sanfeng's move met the Buddhist lantern of the sweeping monk, and the loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth began again, and the light waves of destruction overflowed.

　　Wudang Mountain was struck by lightning, and the trees were uprooted, and the clear mountain spring was blocked by the collapsed rocks.

　　"what!"

　　A ray of destruction hit the mountainside of Wudang Mountain, covering dozens of people who failed to leave Wudang Mountain in time. They only heard miserable screams, and these people disappeared between heaven and earth.

　　………………

　　The masters of heaven and man are fighting, disturbing the natural world and making the peaceful spiritual energy of heaven and earth chaotic.

　　The battle between Zhang Sanfeng and the Sweeping Monk, of course, only happened around the Shaolin Temple, but as the top figure in China today, other masters of heaven and man also felt it.

　　Mongolia, and Lin.

　　"Amitabha!"

　　The Mongolian national teacher, Ba Siba, folded his palms together, and the spiritual practice of changing the sky and hitting the earth, which he had cultivated all his life, was pushed to the extreme, and the illusory worlds of the two sides were floating in his eyes.

　　Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

　　Pasiba held a string of beads carved out of jasper, each of the same size.

　　The first Lama, the speed of moving the beads was much faster, and a pair of Zen eyes filled with a hint of anxiety.

　　Opposite him, a man in a dark suit with a body carved like marble sat.

　　"It seems that the liveliness on Wudang Mountain is far greater than we imagined!" The man in black said with a condensed expression.

　　"Ah."

　　Ba Siba nodded lightly, expressing acquiescence.

　　…………

　　Great Song Dynasty, Imperial Palace.

　　Because the founding father of the Song Dynasty set the national policy of using civility to control the martial arts, even if the warriors were skilled and skilled in fighting, in the eyes of noble scholars and officials, they were no more than servants of running dogs.

　　Therefore, countless warriors can't stand this useless air, and are willing to hang out in the rivers and lakes, creating the heyday of the rivers and lakes.

　　However, even in order to protect the safety, how could there not be a few masters in the Great Song Palace?

　　In the depths of the palace, in a quiet and comfortable open space with green grass, two old men were playing a game.

　　The chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines is forged with fine iron, and the sword is hard to hurt. The pieces made of black and white jade fall on it, and the black and white dragons are entangled.

　　First, he was wearing an old Taoist robe, describing himself as lonely, like a Taoist wandering around in the rivers and lakes; second, he had thick hands and feet, a long breath, and sat there with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

　　Suddenly, the old Taoist holding the white piece loosened his arm, a chess piece fell, and his cheeks showed a trace of solemnity.

　　"Brother Huang, do you feel it too?" the old man opposite said to the old man.

　　Lao Dao nodded heavily and said word by word, "Troubled times, here we come."

　　The troubled times have come, this is a fact known to all people of insight in China today, but this old man has given a somewhat different meaning.

　　"Yeah, troubled times are coming." The old man waved a few black jade pieces in his palm and sprinkled them on the chessboard.

　　Brush and pull!

　　The black and white chess pieces flew up and were manipulated by an invisible force, and fell into the chess baskets respectively.

　　This manipulation of power is shocking.