The blade collided with the relic, and I thought that there would be an incomparable movement, but I never thought that there was no sound at all, and there was not even a little brilliance. If it weren't for the sharp blade being seen, it would make people suspect that it was fake, but there was no movement at all.

I saw that the blade was dimming little by little until it finally disappeared, and the relic was still suspended there, neither floating nor sinking nor advancing or retreating, which was also puzzling, until everyone did not feel a little chill, and then they knew that the relic was worthy of being a symbol of divine auspiciousness, and the tyrannical remnants of true qi were consumed together.

Later, when I saw the relics walking forward, the Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." "It's going to have a lot of flavor this time.

Broken Cang Shou did feel the pressure, this Mo Wen is only stronger than the mad knife, but he didn't feel it in the previous battle, why did this one become so violent, could it be that he was still hiding his strength, or that his current attack power could not force out his true combat power.

Thinking of the last battle between him and the Feather Immortal, Broken Cangshou affirmed his thoughts, so he also waited motionlessly for the arrival of the relic, although he didn't know what was going on, but as far as his current performance was concerned, his combat power had surpassed the previous time too much, even the exercises were more and more. From another point of view, it was nothing more than that he had also made him feel the pressure, otherwise it would not have been possible to expose the exercises that had not been revealed before.

The relics are golden but not dazzling at all, but extremely soft, this is the power, only makes people feel that the state of mind is extremely ethereal, and there is no trace of fighting spirit, as if any idea in front of it is wrong. As the relics approached step by step, this feeling became more and more obvious, and it actually made an idea arise in Broken Cangshou's mind.

'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, abandon distracting thoughts and take refuge in my Buddha.' ’

This is a double effect, the swastika imprint that the Lion's Roar Gong invaded his mind before has not completely dissipated and remains, and Broken Cangshou has not checked himself since he was awake. At this moment, the swastika mark also shone in his mind, purifying this demonic land, because this place is full of war, war, war.

Put down the butcher's knife and abandon distracting thoughts? Broken Cangshou didn't react, but the embroidery knife moved first, and a pair of mandarin duck eyes on the blade suddenly lit up, and four eyes materialized, and two were reflected in Broken Cangshou's eyes to go to his divine sense. The other two were parked in front of the Broken Sky Guard, which was a preparation for a good defense.

And at this moment, Broken Cangshou gave birth to another thought, 'If the thing in my hand is a butcher's knife, can there be a sacred instrument in the world?' If my unyielding will is a miscellaneous thought, then what should be the orthodoxy in this world?'

Quickly integrated into the consciousness of the Broken Firmament, and the idea of 'putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the ground' was on par for a while.

And the outside world has also undergone great changes, especially the eyes and expressions. One eye was as calm as water, and he was listening to the teachings and abandoning all other thoughts, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt a little unfocused.

The other eye was as wide as a brass bell, and there was persistence and anger in it, and the right side of his face wrinkled as if he was about to roar at any moment. 'He' is indeed angry, when is it considered to be a demon, even if that person has the Buddha's bones, it is not good, if it is not for the fact that he can't do it here, he will take care of so much, and he will take action as soon as he meets, and now he has to protect himself, that is, to break the original consciousness.

Seeing the change of the field interrupted Cangshou, it was as clear as Sun Zhongdao in the last game, but everyone knew that this was not his intention, but it was controlled, because of the relic. And the anger on the other side is his real appearance, he is still fighting, admiring his perseverance and strength at the same time sighing, "It is said that the water of Buddhism is deep, and it is not false at all." ’

Everyone was thinking about it, and one of them opened his mouth, it was the Feather Immortal, he had no taboos, and the bald man also made these means, and the beautiful name was probation, but in fact it was just slavery! ’

The broken cangshou in the field was the most uncomfortable, there were two voices in his head constantly intertwined, and they were two completely opposite remarks, he didn't know who to listen to, and he didn't know why this situation happened, he was at a loss, he felt that it made sense and that the other party was more right.

The two voices were intertwined this time, at first it made Duan Cangshou care that it was all the truth after all, but after a long time, it was a little annoying like a fly, and finally it was unbearable, and a third voice appeared in the divine consciousness.

"That's enough, both of you stop me, and my territory listens to me!" was the voice of the Broken Guards himself, and he didn't know how to make it, and the two voices that had been arguing with each other had to stop together.

And the calm and emptiness in the eyes of the real Broken Cangshou, the anger and battle intent disappeared together, he was confused for a moment at first, and when he saw the relics that were approaching in front of him, the true qi of his whole body instantly exploded.

The green vitality is all over the body, holding the mandarin duck embroidery knife in one hand, all the emotions and thoughts in the body are all dispersed, and now everything listens to me, how I want to do it! Whether it is the previous swastika or the idea of the embroidery knife is all retreating, he wants to fight, not for anything else but to prove himself.

Then he quickly rushed to the relic, since it is a thing of Buddhism, a lot of strength should be invalid, because there is a blessing to open the light. If genuine magic weapons can indeed be immune to some techniques, far from the deceptive tricks of many fake monks who are running the rivers and lakes at the moment, then they can only destroy it with absolute strength.

If it is a true relic, almost no one in the world can destroy it, but if you look carefully, this is just an evolutionary thing, the same as the wand summoned by Mo Wen before, although it is its shape and its meaning, but the power between the two is a world of difference.

Leaping up like a roc spreading its wings, leaving only a shadow on the ground, at this moment he was full of firepower just to make his attack reach the limit. From his current height, it can be seen that he is already one and five feet tall, although it is a few feet worse than Yunluo, it is already more than Jiang Hai, after all, it cannot be compared with the people of the ancient martial arts family.

Then the cuffs bulged not by the wind, but by the muscles of his whole body rising in an instant, although I could not see the tightness of his clothes, his horizontal flesh must have been explosively agitated.

Everyone looked up, only to see that his face was also wrinkled, not with a sad face but with gritted teeth, because his accumulation was also bearing the impact of strength that had been suppressed for a long time and was now loosened. The green tendons on his hands appeared, and the blood in them flowed quickly, and he had reached the maximum level.

"Ah......" opened his mouth like thunder, and the bursts resounded through the sky. Then spit out a few words too, "Eat me...... Knife...... Two...... Broken"

The mandarin duck embroidery knife was erected under the scorching sun, and the aura that was originally shocked by him reached its worst in an instant, it should have been golden or cold, but I didn't expect the blade to be white. It's like a layer of frost, it's very beautiful and powerful, everyone has seen his shot in the last round of battle against the crazy knife, and they know that it is the peculiarity of this treasure knife.

The moment he fell, his hands also slashed down, and the force was so fast that only people could see the layers of afterimages on his body, vaguely as many as four layers.

In the middle of the relic, the relic first erupted with a metallic sound, followed by a violent shaking, but it was a little unable to withstand this powerful attack. However, it is a relic, it is the remains of the Buddha, although it is only an evolution, but after all, it is the Buddha's bones that have evolved, which contains more or less the Buddha's life Buddha power, and characters of the opposite sex appear around the relics and revolve.

is also dissolving the power of the sword of the two swords, seeing that the first blow can not destroy the relic, so he came to the second blow, he had thought of such a situation early on, and he also kept a little more mind. Between gritting his teeth, blood flowed out of his originally suppressed ears at this moment, and the excessive force caused the previous dark injury, but it also increased the strength of his hand.

At this moment, Broken Cangshou is a god of war born in blood, and he wants to defeat all opponents in front of him, even if it is a Buddha head.

Everyone only heard his roar, and the white substance on the embroidery knife climbed directly onto the relics wrapped in cipheric characters as if they had tentacles, and they were entangled in gold and whiteness, and the battle in it was invisible to people, because it was a miracle that ordinary people could not see.

After all, the relics are just evolutionary things and not real, although the mandarin duck embroidered knife is not as good as before, but after all, it is a weapon worn by a generation of Tianjiao, and it has been cultivated for thousands of years, and the fight between the two is the latter after all.

The secret words, whether they were runes, were infected by the white matter as if they were frozen, and then they melted away in an instant. All the supernatural powers are not revealed, it is just a ball of true qi, and then the black cangshou slashed down, and when he closed his hand, it was also invisible, and Mo Wen suddenly stumbled, obviously he was also affected.

Mo Wen didn't expect that Broken Cangshou would suddenly be so brave, thinking that he was forced to move his true character, and he was very happy to stroke the impact on his chest due to manipulation. I have come to unload the Buddhist exercises of this body, if I have been consuming it with him all the time, what is the matter? Since he has already moved the real fire, it is also possible to help me retreat from this body of Buddha shell and usher in a new life.

So when the mouth was opened, another Sanskrit passage was recited, and there was no vision, and I didn't feel any fluctuations in true anger, which was very normal. But it also made Duan Cangshou frown, at such a moment, the chatter in his mouth would be useless?

He didn't believe it, tentatively threw out a blade, stopped at its position, did not advance or retreat, there was no movement, if it weren't for the fact that he could still feel his true qi in it, Duan Cangshou would have wondered if he was hallucinating.

And he must have used some secret method of Buddhism in this action, but he had never seen it, and then he suddenly felt that his body had become heavier and breathless, and his back seemed to be carrying a burden of tens of millions of catties. You don't have to think about it to know that it was Mo Wen's doing, and it is exactly the scripture that he reads in his mouth.