Wu Xuan's body was shining brightly, his hands were folded, and his white face was as white as jade, showing a compassionate look, but the words he said made Zhang Jian's eyes narrow slightly.

Surrender willingly?

The corners of Zhang Jian's mouth swept up with a hint of sarcasm.

I'm afraid this is the Buddha's plan!

That day in the Overlord Blood Sect, Zhang Jian sensed Wu Xuan's ill intentions, and both questions were directed at the Dharma Sutra, but Zhang Jian's strength was insufficient that day, and there were too many people in the Overlord Blood Sect, so he did not make a move.

But this time, Wu Xuan saw that the Lightning King made a move against him and did not stop him, and even let the three Black Bull Kings attack him, and only now, when he killed the Lightning King, did he stand up.

Behind all this, how could Zhang Jian not understand.

But even if it's a Buddha, so what!

At this moment, everyone's discussion stopped, and they all held their breath and stared at Zhang Jian, guessing Zhang Jian's answer in their hearts.

However, most people felt that Zhang Jian would definitely give in, not to mention the Divine Thunder Sect far away in the sky, even if it was a Buddha, it was not so easy to deal with.

Buddha, this is the first day of pride in the Western Regions, the strength of the sevenfold peak realm, with the Buddha's treasure body, the profound Buddhism, and the unfathomable strength, which is not something that ordinary people can deal with at all.

Even if Zhang Jian killed the Lightning King, there seemed to be a gap compared to the Buddha.

And it's not a Buddha, there are nearly 100 peerless Tianjiao on the rooftop at this moment, and there are even more Tianjiao powerhouses such as Yuehua Fairy and Killing King, who are on par with Buddha, no matter how strong the Sword King is, he is just one person, and he can't stop so many people at all.

"Young master, you must not have anything to do!"

On the periphery of the crowd, Ouyang Hu clenched his fists, extremely nervous, after getting along along all the way, he had already identified Zhang Jian as a god in his mind, and worshiped him to a frenzy.

"Even the Buddha has come forward, it's terrible!"

On the rooftop, Bai Xuan also tightened her expression, and the bright eyes under Dai's eyebrows were also full of sorrow.

She knew that Zhang Jian was powerful and terrifying, but the Buddha was also a famous person, with a noble background and strong strength, Bai Xuan was afraid that the two of them would fight fiercely, and then this Tianjiao gathering would not be able to continue.

Among the present, only Jian Ling, who was suspended in mid-air, looked calm and did not worry about Zhang Jian.

Because even if Zhang Jian is defeated, she will make a move.

And with the strength of her Peerless Realm, she is enough to sweep the audience, even if there are ten Buddhas, she is not her opponent.

At this moment, the Buddha lowered his head slightly, folded his hands, and his eyes were like dreams, waiting for Zhang Jian's choice.

Finally, in everyone's expectations, Zhang Jian spoke.

"If you want me to be caught, is it up to you?"

Zhang Jian spoke calmly, standing with his hands in his hands, not landing on the roof, but volleying into the void, and the divine power left by the Youhuang did not put the slightest pressure on him.

At this moment, Zhang Jian was hunting in a black shirt, and his long hair hanging down to his waist fluttered in the wind, and his words were also passed on by the wind and fell on the ears of all living beings.

For a moment, everyone opened their mouths wide, as if petrified, stunned, and couldn't believe it.

This is the son of a Buddha!

Do you think that if you kill a lightning king, you will be able to shout with the Buddha?

Even if you are outstanding, but the Buddha is also peerless, and his realm is two times higher than yours, what qualifications do you have to talk to the Buddha?

For a while, everyone felt that Zhang Jian was too inflated and conceited.

"Bold, you actually dare to provoke my Buddha son of the Western Regions!"

A Tianjiao of the Western Regions spoke, and shouted angrily, this person was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, with a sad face, but his breath was not weak at all, and he was an ascetic-like existence in the Western Regions.

However, Zhang Jian didn't hear it, but just looked at Wu Xuan calmly.

"The sword king benefactor, the poor monk is also for your sake, the Buddha once said, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, that's it, the poor monk can't bear to see the donor's life fall, help a group of donors!"

Wu Xuan shook his head slightly, the compassion on his face was even stronger, and he suddenly reached out his palm and grabbed it towards Zhang Jian.

Wu Xuan's hands were very white, like mutton fat jade, and they looked even fairer under the heavy snow around him.

His hand was still very slender, like a woman's wrist, leaning out of the monk's robe and grabbing it towards Zhang Jian.

Wu Xuan's movements are not fast, moving forward slowly, but it gives people a feeling of being faster than lightning, and there is a great mystery between movement and stillness.

The five fingers were opened, like five dragons, vigorous and powerful, like the roots of an old tree, and an ape fishing for the moon, and it appeared in front of Zhang Jian in an instant.

"Little grappler?"

Seeing Wu Xuan's actions, Zhang Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, and he recognized this Buddhist martial art.

This is a small grappler in the Buddhist martial arts, the grade has reached the advanced level, and the characteristics of this martial art are one is fast, and the other is grabbing.

If you are caught, you will become a caged bird and a fish in a net, and it will be difficult to break free.

However, in Zhang Jian's eyes, this kind of martial arts is just commonplace, and he stopped the shot with his right hand, as if he was overwhelmed by mountains and seas, and like pushing a mountain of gold and a jade pillar, blocking all the changes in the little grappler's hand and blocking it.

Choke!

A piercing sound of gold and iron rang out, Wu Xuan's palm and Zhang Jian's palm collided together, like two pieces of divine gold and iron, and the sonic boom was piercing, making everyone cover their ears, and some weak creatures were bleeding directly from their mouths and noses.

The palms of the two were separated with a touch, but Wu Xuan took half a step back, his footsteps fell, and the space was bursting, and the surrounding space vibrated and sounded, and Wu Xuan's Buddha light skyrocketed, like a ** day, although it passed in a flash, but it also shocked everyone.

Wu Xuan was forced to retreat half a step, and he was full of visions.

On the other hand, the Sword King still stood with his hands in his hands, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and in an instant, everyone saw the superiority of the two.

"Shhh

Countless people gasped, their eyes widened, and some were in disbelief.

The collision of the palms just now is obviously Zhang Jian is superior, could it be that the real strength of the Sword King is above the Buddha?

"The sword king's donor's body is strong, and the poor monk only sees it, but the poor monk still admonishes the donor, put down the butcher's knife, and turn back!"

Wu Xuan's expression changed slightly, and soon he returned to normal, still clasping his hands together, as if he wanted to admonish here.

"I'm doing things, why do you need to be presumptuous, get out!"

Looking at Wu Xuan, who was in a cozy manner, Zhang Jian showed a sneer on his face, and let out a low snort, not afraid.

"To insult the Buddha is to insult my Buddha in the Western Regions, and my King Jesa will kill you today!"

Suddenly, a murderous shout sounded, and I saw the Western Regions Tianjiao, who had spoken before, rushing out, his breath soaring, and he was holding a Buddhist gate ring stick in his hand, which was like a broken bamboo. When the head is chopped.

In an instant, the entire space seemed to freeze, and a terrifying force weighing more than 10,000 jun came from the ring stick, and this stick was like a mountain, trying to crush Zhang Jian into a meat patty. The person who shot had the strength of the sixfold peak realm, coupled with the power of King Kong, the momentum was so strong that even the space on the platform was smashed open with a stick, and it fell on top of Zhang Jian's head.