Born from the Hanging Temple, cultivating Buddha from the Hanging Temple, after Master Qishan looked at the enslaved beings under the glorious temple, he could not change, and he left the Hanging Temple.

Everyone in the world knows that Master Qishan is truly compassionate, and they also know that he doesn't like these Buddha statues, and even less like those so-called Buddhas.

Pieces of rubble fell, and the smoke and dust around the tile mountain were everywhere, and they had not yet dissipated.

These fine and dense ashes cast a layer of ash on the Rotten Ke Temple, and also cast a shadow on the eyes of Master Baoshu.

The handprint was pinched, and the strong Buddhist breath swept away the smoke and dust, and the heaven and earth were restored to a clear picture, accompanied by the sudden Buddha light, which diffused from the body of the master of the treasure tree.

The figure of Master Baoshu appeared in front of Su Yu again.

For this old monk who blocked the way, Su Yu had never given a good face, and the stone sword stabbed out from afar, and there was a cutting breath that appeared.

After that aura came to his body and directly pierced the already extremely strong golden body of his cultivation, Master Baoshu couldn't continue no matter what, because that sword qi faced his heart, and every point he advanced was that his organs were ruptured.

Cultivating the Buddha and cultivating the golden body, he didn't feel that his body could resist the strange stone sword.

The figure suddenly took a step back, but the tip of Su Yu's sword also took a step forward, and the sword body touched the body, and suddenly there was a majestic suction force that stretched out.

Master Baoshu's face flushed for a while, his heart cramped, and the next moment he was almost unconscious, and he fell to the ground in decadence.

Several monks behind him stepped forward in panic, trembling slightly and helping Master Baoshu up, but saw that his aura was fading rapidly.

Su Yu didn't pay too much attention to the so-called precept first, but raised his head and looked at the western sky.

There is wind there, far away, and also very fast.

Then a thin white line appeared from the sky, and suddenly it grew larger in sight, followed by a faint white cloud of smoke.

It was a quaint sword, piercing through the clouds and splitting the sky, directly breaking a wide opening in the clouds floating above, and the sword fell from this broken mouth.

Rolling for thousands of miles, carrying the momentum of falling, roaring, and still facing him at the cloud level, it has an incomparable battle intent.

Just by taking a look, Su Yu understood whose sword it was.

So far, except for Ke Haoran, who is still dead, only Liu Bai, the sword saint of the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion, has such a might.

"No matter how strong you kid is, damn it at this time!"

There was a slightly familiar sound from the side, but it sounded annoying.

Su Yu lowered his head slightly, but found that Qu Ni Ma Di, who had seen him in the wasteland, didn't know when he appeared in front of the crowd, and looked at him standing in front of the hall, with an endless look of resentment in his eyes.

After experiencing the trip to the wasteland, everyone knew that her cultivation was abolished by a teenager in the Tang Kingdom, although she never said it, but Qu Ni Ma Di felt the schadenfreude faintly mixed in those awe-inspiring eyes.

And these cold eyes are different from the past, everything is caused by the young man in front of her, and she puts all her resentment on him.

So when she saw that sword was like a flowing cloud, and when she understood that the owner of the sword was Sword Saint Liu Bai, she couldn't help but rejoice.

Liu Bai's sword is now recognized as the first sword in the world.

Although it is a well-known peak cultivation, everyone knows that this is because Liu Bai suppressed the realm, and the power of his sword has long surpassed the so-called well-known peak.

If he does it with all his might, no one knows where his limits are.

That sword was upright and did not hide its figure, and it also let everyone in Washan know the owner of this sword.

Mo Shanshan watched from the sidelines, the talisman in his hand naturally condensed, and many people in the sky suddenly felt a heavy pressure, as if there were craggy horns, unwilling to be stubborn stones flooding the sky above.

This was the large array of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, and she only comprehended a few traces of its true meaning.

The Great River Country is adjacent to the Southern Jin Dynasty, and the Liu Bai of the Sword Pavilion has never been hidden, but all the people of the Great River Country know what kind of person it is, and naturally they also understand what kind of sword it is if they make a move.

Therefore, the true intention of the block that she exerted, she did as she wished, and she was able to display it freely, and it even had a bit of the taste of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.

Sang Sang lowered his head and was silent, clenching the big black umbrella in his hand, the tip of the umbrella was diagonally facing the sky, maintaining a posture that could be opened quickly.

In previous years, she had always known that Su Yu was very powerful, but she didn't know how powerful, but now she knew that the sword that came from the sky was also very powerful.

Looking at the movements of the three people, the Qishan master in the hall also looked at the sword that broke through the clouds, his eyes stayed for a moment, and then he seemed to see something, and smiled.

In the bright morning sun, a sword pierced through the clouds.

There was a white light around the sword body, like clouds in the sky.

When they fell down the tile mountain, everyone was breathless, and their hearts were shocked, as if the sword passed through their chests, making their breath stagnant, like falling into the abyss.

It's just that Yu Wei is so powerful, and at this time they understand how strong the rumored man who had been talked about under the eaves in their leisure time was.

Between the strokes of the word Sword Master, its momentum and majesty are so hideous.

However, these thousands of miles are just a sword.

The sun penetrates, and the formation is shattered.

The escaping sword wind cut through Qu Nimadi's face, but she couldn't help but care, still laughing wantonly, looking at the figure that seemed to be turning into ashes under that sword in the morning light.

It was then that she saw the young man stretch out a hand toward the sword, which was white and delicate, like a woman's hand.

However, at this time, this hand stretched out in the morning light, broke through the remnant cloud wrapped in the sword, and pinched the sword in the remnant cloud incredibly.

The sword stopped the wind, and the remnants of the clouds dispersed.

His hand was like a rock that had been quiet for a thousand years, and he firmly grasped the cold and cold sword body.

The quaint blade of the sword became quiet, and so did the surroundings.

Everyone's eyes invariably remembered a picture, a flower growing between the palms and fingers of the collapsed Buddha statue before.

It was as if the Buddha was smiling with flowers.

That wisp of similar temperament, as if it has similar strength, but how strong is the Buddha.

The crowd fell silent.

Qu Nima Di laughed wildly, and her open jaw was not closed, which looked particularly funny.

Su Yu pinched the sword, felt the extremely sharp aura on it, and the coolness of the metal, and looked up in the northwest direction again.

Maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe it was ignorance, but this sword came in such a way, so naturally he didn't want to send it back in a calm way.

(End of chapter)