"You're strong. Jian Ping actually nodded and said, "But if you want to kill me, it's difficult." ”

"Really?" the silver-haired man chuckled, his tone exuding a strong confidence, making people subconsciously believe him.

"Won't you know if you give it a try?" Although Jian Ping's eyes were solemn, his face was very calm, and he turned his head to the woman beside him and said, "You stay away, I'm afraid it will hurt you." ”

The woman nodded very calmly at this time, and said with worry in her little eyes: "Then you be careful, don't hurt yourself!"

"Hmm. ”

As soon as the voice fell, Jian Ping rose to the sky, and a treasure knife appeared in his hand in vain, and silver snakes jumped in the sky, converging on the treasure knife at the same time. Ten thousand rays of light rushed up around the blade, as if there was a high-voltage electric current making a chaotic sound on the blade. Jian Ping was like a thunder god descending into the world, raising his knife to slash violently, which was the first type of lightning break in Jian Ping's invincible and peerless sword breaking seven styles!

Thunder Break was an extremely hegemonic skill that a certain loose cultivator painstakingly studied in order to restrain the demons, and every blow had earth-shattering power. Jian Ping was once bombarded by the thunder of the sky, and immediately awakened the power that was sleeping in the depths of his soul, not only did his skill multiply again, but he also had more magical powers, and completely mastered the subtleties and mysteries of cultivating martial arts.

Jian Ping was not good at making knives, but now that the treasure knife was split, its powerful and domineering place made the wind and clouds change color, and he was terrified! The silver-haired man pushed his strongest skill, left and right palms, and fired two moves at the same time.

Overcoming rigidity with softness is definitely the right principle of martial arts. However, when the difference in strength between each other is too great, they can bully the weak with the strong, and they can overcome the soft with fierceness. Jian Ping's thunderbolt blow was much more powerful than the huge sword qi that Lin Tian emitted that day! Even though the silver-haired man's palm strength was exquisite, he immediately looked dwarfed by a fight.

In an instant, the two golden rays of light were all slashed from the front by the treasure knife. Jian Ping and his people flew in the air with a knife and approached, the momentum was fierce and domineering, and the power of the knife seemed to have not been weakened in the slightest. The silver-haired man's move was broken, and his chest was stuffy, and his throat was sweet and wanted to spurt blood. However, life and death are fighting, so that allows him to show weakness a little? At the moment, he clenched his teeth and forced his patience, his palms merged, and at the same time he sacrificed the most defensive move.

With a snap of his fingers, the strength of the sword light palm was like a comet hitting the earth, and they shook each other fiercely, forcing a loud earthquake when they landed. "Bang" The golden light was broken, but the powerful impact of the explosion also pushed the silver-haired man backwards.

Jian Ping's figure faltered slightly, but the sword strength and thunder seemed endless, and he still pursued forward relentlessly. It seems that the sword qi that does not stop is constantly enormous, not only is it not weak at all, but it seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and the places along the way are cracked into pits, destroying the withering and decaying without being strong or broken, and it seems that the silver-haired man will not be killed on the spot, and he will not give up!

The silver-haired man pushed away hundreds of steps one after another, but he could not get rid of Jian Ping's sharp knife pursuit. But in the end, "space for time" successfully won a few moments of respite. At this moment, the silver-haired man suddenly jumped closer, exhaled loudly, and smashed out a punch from the side. When the huge sword qi was finally exhausted, it was severely blasted by the silver-haired man.

The lightning scattered, leaving only an unfathomable straight knife mark on the ground, a hundred steps long. In an instant, the silver-haired man felt that his whole body was sore, and he couldn't lift half of his strength. His body shook, he couldn't hold on anymore and knelt down on one knee, opening his mouth to spit out a faint trace of black bruise with a few traces of residual electricity.

Many onlookers shouted: "Okay!"

The cheers did not fall, and the silver-haired man had already exerted his magical powers like lightning rushes, and Jian Ping's strength was really beyond his expectations. For the first time in his life, the silver-haired man who has no eyes in the world feels that his life is threatened, and he has no sense of security.

As a monk's boiling blood, the silver-haired man must not be allowed to escape from it. Otherwise, he will have the shadow of failure in his heart, and he will never recover, and it will be difficult for him to achieve anything in his life. So even though he knew that Jian Ping was so strong that he could only describe it with the word "horror", his choice was only one word: war!

At the moment of lightning, the silver-haired man shouted in a deep voice, and the four gods of Arhat Vajra Bodhisattva Guanyin around him condensed into the present world. Suddenly, he divided four people into one body, and at the same time used four magic tricks to encircle and suppress from the southeast, northwest, and northwest, and his monstrous momentum did not let Jian Ping be beautiful in the slightest! There was no way to go to the sky, there was no door to enter the ground, and the enemy on his abdomen and back had no way to dodge, and even more disdainful of dodging Jian Ping laughed wildly, and the purple lightning and thunder on the treasure knife reappeared, and he turned sharply, and his body was like a spinning top to cast a purple thunder two strikes: the sky swirls and thunders.

The purple lightning slashed, and as the knife rotated, it flew out unscrupulously. But the blade itself couldn't help but shrink and focus. The power of two diametrically opposed swords with one knife is absolutely at a loss for anyone. In an instant, Jian Ping slashed King Kong, electric storm Arhat, crushed Guanyin, and even surrounded the last Bodhisattva form in the knife wheel to be exterminated.

"This silver-haired man actually has something to do with the Western Buddha Land?" Lin Tian's eyes were sharp, and he said at once.

The others all nodded.

The silver-haired man's eyes suddenly burst into light, and he took the form of a thunder god and forcibly became one with the Bodhisattva. Before the rotating knife wheel completely shrunk and closed the circle, it seemed that a strong arrow from the string forcibly rushed into the only gap in the center of the knife wheel, and the left and right palms carried the power of 10,000 tons of lava from the volcanic explosion, aimed at the simple plane door, and blasted out a "bodhisattva annihilation" that was enough to turn everything into ashes.

The world's strongmen are always the world's strongmen, no matter what kind of gods and demons the opponent is, anyone who dares to underestimate the silver-haired man will definitely pay a painful price to teach him to be unforgettable!

However, it by no means includes Jian Ping! Jian Ping has experienced a hundred battles, and has rich experience in the battle, and now it can be said that no one in the world can match him, and at the moment of a thousand moments, he leaned sideways and slanted his shoulders, and took the initiative to hit the silver-haired man's palms with his shoulders, but he retreated as soon as he touched it, and did not let the "Bodhisattva Destroy" have a chance to wield all his strength, and he had already used his strength to turn around behind the opponent and slash the back of the silver-haired man's neck with his palm as a knife. Even with his bare hands, but the purple lightning thunder gang on his palm crackled and exploded, and the power was not reduced at all compared to when he had a knife in his hand.

The realm cultivation has reached the point where the silver-haired man and Jian Ping have already done whatever they want, and every move is as good as they want. "Bodhisattva annihilation" failed to work, and the silver-haired man was not flustered, and in an instant, there was a soft sound of "cluck~" on his waist, as if the lumbar vertebrae were broken seven or eight times, and his upper body suddenly turned a full hundred and eighty degrees, and his backhand faced the purple electric palm knife. The thunder and fire of the rabbit and the falcon fought each other, and millions of brilliant sparks splashed when they landed. The two forces that were compressed to the top exploded violently, and the reverse two of them swept backwards. The silver-haired man and Jian Ping flew out in both directions, and each of his four feet shoveled into a pit, and even withdrew from a distance of seventeen or eighteen zhang to stabilize his position.

Thunder and lightning frenzied, heavy rain poured, and became more and more violent. The two young masters stood proudly, and the pouring rain sprinkled five feet above their heads was immediately steamed, and not even a drop of water could be touched. Regardless of the momentum, battle spirit, killing spirit and true qigong strength, they have all climbed to the peak of the limit that they can achieve.

The work was finished, and Jian Ping took the lead in spitting out a breath of turbidity with "ho~". The hands were divided into ten fingers, and in the sound of the purple thunder crackling, the treasure knife was out of Jian Ping's grasp, and it automatically suspended in mid-air and danced sharply, and with the qi sword, it hit the third blow of the broken knife: Shen Thunder Hell. The blade swirled like a whirlpool, and the range of damage continued to expand, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was obscured.

Being in it is like sinking into the dark hell of the knife wheel, and there will never be a day. The sharp and piercing sound of the blade cutting through the atmosphere is like a ghost's wail filling the ears, causing the listener to be confused on the spot.

The silver-haired man, regardless of his cultivation, or his true qi, is also unparalleled in the world. Even if he is already in the most dangerous situation in his life at this moment, he still has no fear. He titheed his chest with both palms, and the bright Buddha light was stirred up. The Buddha's golden body immediately emerged through the body, enveloping him all over his body, and finally the strongest stunt was about to come out.

The Seven Styles of Broken Knife are invincible, unstrong, and invincible, coupled with Jian Ping's crazy and ruthless domineering nature, he could definitely cut through everything in the world, but at this moment, no matter how its treasure knife slashes wildly, in front of the golden light of the protective body, it seems to have encountered an iron wall, and can only be scrapped.

However, this alone is definitely not considered a broken move. The two rounds of rapid attacks were not attacked, Jian Ping was even more frantic and angry, snatching up his arms and spinning sharply, driving the treasure knife to intensify the attack, the knife wheel was constricted and focused, and the strength was concentrated on one point, and he couldn't stop slashing and chopping.

As a result, Rulai's golden body really couldn't bear it anymore, and there was a slight crack. The silver-haired man was awe-inspiring in his heart, knowing that it would be difficult to hold on until the opponent's sword momentum was exhausted, so he immediately decisively changed his tactics to counterattack. In the long chant, the appearance of Rulai became unprecedentedly awe-inspiring and distinct. The silver-haired man slammed his palms into the sky, and the golden light of the Buddhist swastika broke out of the air, bursting from the center of the focus of the knife wheel, and he wanted to smash the thunder knife net into pieces and collapse into an army!

"Dragon fight!" Chunqiuzi sighed and said, "If it weren't for my true qi being much higher than them, I'm afraid it would be difficult to compare with them." ”

"Their supernatural powers are very powerful!" said the Great Shang Prince, looking greedy.

"You want to learn?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!" Chunqiuzi nodded and said: "You shaved your hair and escaped into the empty door, as long as you have practiced hard for hundreds of years, I believe that Buddhism will be happy to teach you." And your identity, they like it more, and they believe that more powerful supernatural powers will not be reluctant. ”

"Fuck your uncle!" the prince of Dashang scolded and said, "But this Jian Ping doesn't seem to have heard of it, why does he have such a powerful supernatural power? And this supernatural power, I have never seen it!"

"This is a magical power created by a powerful monk in ancient times, and it has never been passed on, but I didn't expect it to be obtained by him. Chunqiuzi spoke, his eyes flashing with warlike intent and said.