Bai Wuchang was still trembling, but his eyes were staring at Zhang Jue tightly, and his expression was extremely complicated. ⊥

He once thought that the person who could hurt a hair of his hair did not exist in this world except for the Buddha. And now, his legs have been cut off. Hehe, capsized in the gutter? And it came true.

Zhang Jue doesn't move, I don't understand if the enemy doesn't move. He understands the human heart better than the average person.

I know that after shocking the audience, what we need to do is not to move on to the next step, but to surrender without a fight.

Zhang Jue couldn't fight again, because no one knew better than him that the gentleman's sword could only be drawn once. He could only hold his sword and remain silent, like a cold swordsman, trying to scare off the enemy with his sharp eyes without a sword in his hand.

I don't know if I can scare off black and white impermanence, but this delay time can also drag on for a second.

Black impermanence does not move, he is also afraid, he is also waiting for the enemy to move first, he also follows the enemy does not move, I do not move.

The Yin soldiers who are not dead do not move, not because they want the enemy not to move, but because there is no black and white impermanent order, they will move at will, and they will be disrupted by disturbing the morale of the army. Isn't it just death? But if it is disposed of, it is to hell.

Bai Wuchang didn't move, he stood in the void, locked Zhang Jue tightly, still trembling, and at this time he was already bleeding.

On the surface, Bai Wuchang is enduring pain and anger.

In fact, Bai Wuchang was terrified in his heart.

He has been trying to restore his legs, and for a person with profound mana, as long as he does not die, he can recover his original form. What is a broken leg? It's just a pain, as long as you cast your own spells. You can grow new ones in an instant.

But this time, Bai Wuchang was completely shocked. He found that he could not recover his legs. There is no way around it anyway.

What kind of sword is this? The legs that were cut off on the outside, and even the legs in the soul were cut off? Where it was slashed. Unable to heal?

There is a kind of injury called cause and effect. Because the sword is drawn, the fruit is cut off. Unlike other swords, this gentleman's sword belongs to Buddhism.

There is a killing machine in the heart, and it can kill all things. There is no killing in the heart, and everything is not killed. This is the highest state of Buddhism - the equality of all beings.

This is originally a sword made of cause and effect, and this is originally a sword condensed by the great wisdom of Buddhism. Zhang Jue wants to kill sentient beings, so it is also sentient beings who are cut off. It kills your exterior as well as your interior. And you are all beings inside and outside, and this is equality......

10,000 attempts, 10,000 failures.

When Bai Wuchang finally determined that he couldn't heal his legs at all, he admitted with some despair that he would be a disabled person from now on.

Well, the second question arises: what kind of sword is this? How can it be miraculous against the sky?

Bai Wuchang changed the gaze that locked Zhang Jue to the sword. Look at the pattern, look at the structure, you can't see the famous.

But in my mind, I remembered the shock, and I remembered when my legs were cut off. There was a hint of Zen in his heart inexplicably, and his heart jumped suddenly, as if he had been slashed by a thunderbolt in his mind, he thought of a sword that could match this sword;

Gentleman's Sword!

Bai Wuchang's pupils contracted suddenly. His breathing became extremely heavy, and he forced it back again.

Although I have seen someone destroy this sword like that and throw it into a place where the Buddha can't go. I used to think that this sword was gone. But thousands of years later, it came again. Descending in a royal posture. ，

It's true. Is it really a gentleman's sword?

Bai Wuchang subconsciously wanted to ask, but he knew that he couldn't ask.

He can't even show that he knows the sword, Bai Wuchang knows that there is a god in the giant three feet, and the god doesn't want anyone to get the sword, but now that someone has it, then the god can only let anyone know the sword.

Knowing too much, will die.

If you want to get it, you will die faster.

Bai Wuchang took a deep breath, his eyes were as usual, he couldn't be sure that this sword was that sword, but as long as there was a glimmer of possibility, he would get it.

Of course, Bai Wuchang knew that since this sword had been recognized, it would be impossible for anyone to get it again.

But he knew that it was matching. As soon as this sword is born, that gun will definitely be born.

This sword belongs to the Ancestral Dao, and that spear belongs to the Heavenly Master Dao.

If today's Shidao is extinguished, but this sword is still in the hands of the ancestor Dao, what does this mean?

A question came to mind, and Bai Wuchang gave the answer on the spot - it means that the gun is ownerless!

Excitement, ecstasy!

A sword that can make all beings equal, a gun that can make all beings equal!

What does it mean for all beings to be equal? It means that everything in the world is equal, even the Buddhas and gods above the nine heavens are equal.

This is a weapon that can kill monks and Buddhas, and exterminate all things!

There is a legend that these two weapons are the thoughts of the Buddha, because the Buddha is too powerful, and the Buddha does not want to let himself have bad thoughts because of the unequal strength. So he conjured up two weapons with his thoughts, to make all beings equal, to let ants eat elephants, and to make there something invisible in this world that threaten him.

This sword can kill the Buddha, and that gun, too!

Suddenly, Bai Wuchang's hateful gaze began to fade, and his pupils began to dilate. A moment later, Bai Wuchang's body went soft and fell from the air.

Hei Wuchang was shocked, and hurriedly flew to help him, looking up at Zhang Jue with an expressionless face in horror.

The Yin soldiers were also shocked, this ...... Did a sword kill Bai Impermanence? Is Bai Impermanence dead?

Zhang Jue was also shocked, Yu Guang looked at the gentleman's sword in his hand, and speculated in his heart that he was just cutting off his legs. He, how could he, with such great skill, fall from the sky? Is it unconscious?

Hei Wuchang looked at Zhang Jue, his eyes wandered, and he only heard Bai Wuchang's voice in his head: "Collect the troops, withdraw." ”

The voice was resolute, but there was no sense of weakness at all.

Hei Wuchang was stunned for a moment, and countless years of tacit understanding made him instantly understand the profound meaning of this, and looked at Zhang Jue with a frightened expression, and shouted: "Collect the troops!" ”

The Yin soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, retreated the flag, and flew away from the scene as if they had fled.

At this time, a cloud of white mist condensed in front of Zhang Jue, and gradually, Lin Yun's figure appeared.

Zhang Jue's eyes were overjoyed, and before he could say anything, he saw Lin Yun fly out furiously again. 、

A thunderous voice echoed in the nine heavens: "Hurt my man, hurt me again, do you want to leave like this?" Die, damn, all die. ”

But he saw that the sky was suddenly covered with huge palm shadows, leg shadows, and claw shadows.

PS: Life is fragile. Alas, today I suddenly felt something. A friend who played basketball with me yesterday got the news today and suddenly died. We played basketball together last night, and we have a funeral today. It's really creepy and at the same time, it's a little emotional.

It is said that he went to dinner with his friends last night, got drunk, fell on the way back on an electric car, hit his head on the shoulder of the road, and then died in the hospital.

I feel that life is really fragile, just a fall, and it's gone.

And while I express this emotion, there is also some anger and sadness. He fell on the street, and there were many people on the road, but they all walked around. No one approached, no one dialed 120, and I heard that there was just a circle of people around taking pictures with their mobile phones. In the end, he was found by a patrolling security car, and he was sent to the hospital, where he was cold.

I felt a hint of sadness in my heart. While mourning the fragility of life, it is also really sad that the world is hot and cold. Some of the moths that touched the porcelain, and finally with their own efforts, they did the destruction of the embankment of thousands of miles in the anthill, they used their own unique way to make profits, and then successfully destroyed the five thousand years of tradition in China, as well as the kind and helpful moral character.

Confucianism passed down from Confucius, Taoism passed down from Lear, and Buddhism passed down from Shakyamuni. Chinese virtues inherited from all dynasties.

During these years, it was successfully ruined by those maggots. This moral embankment is gone, and the next thing is the surging torrent of the dark spots of this world, right? (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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