"Do you know what is the reputation of these eleven golden bells?" the woman did not look back, and opened her mouth indifferently. The voice is cold, there is a kind of cold light and snow sharpness, and ordinary people will feel cold from their bones when they listen to it.

Yang Qi was not affected, but carefully observed the eleven bells. They all have different patterns, and they don't write any words, so the ghost can see what kind of name it is. Just as he was about to shake his head, his heart suddenly moved, and a flash of light flashed in Yang Qi's mind. This is a Buddhist temple, and it should be the most honorable object placed on this main Buddha hall. There is no clear indication in the Linglong Temple that any Bodhisattva is enshrined, and it happens that this is another eleven bells, which is a bit too clever in numbers.

Although the time and space are different, since even Huo Yuanjia from the other world has it, why can't there be the same doctrinal scriptures?

So Yang Qi had a little score: "I don't know much about Buddhism, half a bucket of water is dangling, but I'll guess it." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the big bells, and pointed them one by one, saying, "They should be offerings, righteous enlightenment, enlightenment, good death, worldly liberation, supreme master, tempering husband, celestial teacher, nyolai, and world-honored one-" Finally, pointing to the largest bell, he said the last word: "Buddha." ”

Since this is a Buddhist temple and does not worship the Bodhisattva, then the one who worships must be the Buddha. The so-called Buddha has 10 numbers, and this should be offered, and the enlightenment is the 10th number of the Buddha. (There are several versions of the 10th statement, here the "Buddha Says the 10th Sutra" shall prevail) just eleven golden bells, the numbers are completely correct, and logically speaking, it is absolutely reasonable. Just like Zhenyuan Daxian does not worship Sanqing and worships heaven and earth, it is normal for this Linglong Temple not to worship the golden body and worship the Buddha.

"Not bad. The woman nodded, and there was some warmth in her voice: "If you can say these words, it is not in vain that Qin Qi's predecessors value you so much." But—" Her woman's voice suddenly turned cold, "dare you make us wait so long." I'm going to see if you're qualified!"

The woman turned, swirled, and the cold light flashed. A sword had been grabbed in the palm of his hand. And then. Yang Qi saw the dazzling sword aura rushing towards him.

It was as if the entire Buddhist hall lit up in an instant, and everything in the field of vision was greatly brightened, and in an instant, it became white and difficult to see. It was like a flashbang exploding in front of your eyes, a real blind dog that couldn't see anything but this sword. Yang Qi's pupils expanded and contracted, and the ghostly light flickered, greatly eliminating the interference of this strange sword. But he couldn't see the face of the man with the sword clearly, only a pair of eyes, with anger and banter. stared at Yang Qi's chest.

Uncle Tang has taught that you must learn to look at your eyes in a fight, especially when you can't read the other party's anger. And this trick, Yang Qi learned it from life and death, so although he hasn't used it for a long time, he is not unfamiliar at all.

Well, Yang Qi dodged the sword sideways, and his growing black hair swept past the blade, feeling like a movie special effects in slow motion.

"See how long you can hide!" The woman's wrist flicked, and the sword light spread out like a light curtain, swaying up and down Yang Qizhou's body. The sword came too fast. Even if you react, I'm afraid you won't be able to dodge. But Yang Qi retreated sharply, and when he couldn't make a move, he dodged the sword again. The instantaneous acceleration of his movement. It has exceeded the upper limit of physics -- this is the power of light work.

Fifteen years of Ming Yugong poured into the feet, so that the friction coefficient between the soles of the feet and the ground was greatly increased. Rooting under his feet is not just a rhetoric, usually if he accelerates with such a large force, it will only slip like stepping on a banana peel, but now, the acceleration has broken through the upper limit prescribed by physics, making his body turn into a phantom all of a sudden, and it is very fast to dodge left and right.

"Drink!" the woman drank all her life, and the sword in her hand stabbed sharply. Yang Qi flew over, and she followed without leaving, and the two of them had come to the pedestal where the golden bell was placed in the blink of an eye. The opponent's sword qi is powerful, and he can't be hard-connected, and the moves are cleverly connected, and it is not easy to break through the sword circle and cut into close quarters, so Yang Qi uses the golden bell to dodge first. But that woman's swordsmanship was indeed extraordinary, and the long sword in her hand was as delicate as a rainbow bypassing the Golden Bell and chasing Yang Qi at once.

"Girl," Yang Qi still had the strength to speak: "Yang is here to see the Void Sword Saint, where is the Sword Saint?"

"Hmph, I'm the Void Sword Saint, I'll cut you three swords first!" The girl hurried in her hand, and the three swords were in danger, forcing Yang Qi to be in danger.

Her sword qi is too full, and her swordsmanship is also very exquisite, and her sword is so sharp that she can't be hard-connected. At the beginning, I was able to accept Mrs. Sanmiao's palm power, and that was because Mrs. Sanmiao was not good at palm power. But the woman in front of her is a complete swordsman, and she is here to discuss martial arts instead of working hard, so it's better to take it easy.

However, it is not our style to just be beaten and not fight back, in the high-speed attack and defense, Yang Qi suddenly thought of an idea. He moved quickly, swept through the hall in an instant, and swooped into the largest of the golden bells. And the woman was unrelenting, and the jade girl followed the big bell like a shuttle. As soon as he entered, before he could draw his sword, he saw Yang Qi shrink in the uppermost corner of the inside of the big bell, and suddenly slapped his palm on the big bell.

Boom - the violent chime suddenly fills the entire space, and can make people's ears bleed.

The woman's sword momentum couldn't help but slow, and the strong sound wave shook her bones and internal organs, which was not pleasant. Then she gritted her teeth and swung her sword, stabbing Yang Qi at the top. Yang Qi's back muscles and skin worked, and the whole person slipped away without leaving his hands. Knock, slap the Admiralty again. At the same time, Yang Qi exhaled and spoke, and the Tianlong Dao voice came out--Zha!

The two sound waves are blended and operated within the Admiralty, and the sound wave frequencies selected by Yang Qi cooperate together to form a chemical reaction-like cataclysm, and the effect is far greater than that of ordinary superposition. The two of them fought at extremely high speed inside the Admiralty, one had a sword in his hand, but he couldn't use it at will because he cherished the Admiralty. A person with low internal skills, but after the war with Mrs. Sanmiao, his music skills have improved a lot, and ghost ideas emerge in endlessly.

Knock, knock, knock, a huge bell flew out of the Linglong Temple, startling countless birds. The people of the entire Bafang City looked at the Linglong Temple in surprise, and even the knights competing in the ring were stunned for a moment. Fortunately, the bell rang for a moment and then fell silent, leaving only a shallow humming afterglow.

In the Buddhist hall, Yang Qi and the woman in red stood opposite each other. The woman in red was holding her sword flatly, and the tip of the sword was about a foot away from Yang Qi's throat. But her face was full of unwillingness and resentment. Yang Qi was pointed at with a sword. Instead, it's the one who is calm and relaxed. The two stopped fighting. Because a voice just came into the ears of the two: "Hong'er, stop." ”

This voice is very ordinary, there is no great skill, and there is a little helplessness, just like an ordinary person. If it weren't for the two of them's keen senses, they would never have been able to capture this voice in the roaring bell. But when the woman heard this, she immediately stopped, although she was still a little unwilling, but in the end she still put away her sword with a backhand. snorted at Yang Qi: "You can do it, dare to let my master wait for an hour, we won't finish!"

Yang Qi didn't look at her anymore, from the moment he saw her draw his sword, Yang Qi knew that this woman couldn't be a Void Sword Saint. This woman is indeed an innate master, and her sword qi swordsmanship is also very powerful, which is better than the Silver Sword King. But if you say the word "Juggernaut", I'm afraid it's far from enough. In all fairness, this woman's swordsmanship is not as good as the Heavenly King Ghost Slashing Sword of the Golden Sword King, so how can she be a Void Sword Saint.

And the person who can make her stop with one sentence. is the real master.

Yang Qi looked at the back door of the Buddha hall with empty eyes, and that voice floated in from that direction. This woman draws her sword and slashes people for so long. The Void Sword Saint came out to stop it, and I'm afraid this means that it's not good. However, the attitude of the sword attendant to invite people is quite good, the gap between the front and back is so big, what does the Void Sword Saint want to do?

At this moment, only listening to the sound of the gurgling wheel, a man appeared in Yang Qi's field of vision. The moment he saw this man, Yang Qi's eyes immediately widened. In the short moment just now, he had imagined what the intentions of countless Void Sword Saints were. Before coming here, he had imagined the situation of the Void Sword Saint many times, but he found that his thoughts were all wrong!

The sword saint respected by the rivers and lakes and Ou Yezi's old friend, it must be an old man with a majestic posture, and there should be a simple sword at his waist, and a sword out of the body, that is, the stars and the moon are without light - it should be like this.

But the man in front of him completely subverted this image. He has no sword at his waist and is not old. Posture...... He shouldn't be short, but it has nothing to do with majesty, because he is in a wheelchair!

He was about thirty years old, and his face was not very handsome, but he was very attractive. He was fiddling with the wheels of his wheelchair to enter the Buddhist hall, and this simple action was actually very difficult for him, and he was a little out of breath between movements. With an apologetic smile on his face, he said to Yang Qi: "Brother Yang, I'm really sorry, Hong'er is just joking." Then he looked at the woman in red again, angry and funny: "You...... So strong, unconvinced, stubborn, really inferior to others, right?"

"Hmph, he does have some skills. The woman in red looked arrogant, then ran over to the man and said with concern: "Why did you come here by yourself, what should you do when you are tired?" With that, she took out a gourd, thinking it was some kind of medicinal soup.

After taking a sip, the man's face improved a little, and he said to Yang Qi: "I smiled, I have seen Mr. Yang in Xia Yan Taixu." ”

Yang Qi stared and opened his mouth, and only now did a clever person wake up, and he couldn't help but spit out angrily: "It's really a serious 'void' sword saint!"

What did his parents think when they came up with the name? Yan is too empty? This Void Sword Saint is really too empty, hey, he even uses a wheelchair! So many people "Void Sword Saint" and "Void Sword Saint" keep chattering about all kinds of legendary deeds, but no one of them has a fucking word to tell me that this Void Sword Saint is a patient!

Look at the man in front of him, not to mention his strength, he is very lacking in blood. It's like a candle in the wind, it's already a miracle to be alive! Yang Qi feels that his internal strength cultivation is enough water in the head of the family, but this brother in front of him is more water than me, and he doesn't have the slightest internal strength!

But after complaining, Yang Qi's gaze became solemn again. Because although there are too many differences between the real image and the imagination, there is one thing that is exactly the same as the imagination - that is, his eyes.

It was a pair of Mr. Tang Da's general, peerless eyes. Although his aura is very weak, these eyes are really not covered. Like the sky, like the sea, it contains all kinds of martial arts and infinite sword moves, which is indeed the gaze that only a kendo saint can have.

Yang Qi raised his hand, clenched his fists meticulously and saluted: "Yang Qi in the Lower Flower Palace, I have seen Mr. Yan." (To be continued......)

PS: Whew, yesterday's third chapter. I'm so tired, I still have two chapters today. I didn't bother to eat all day, so I went to eat a big meal first, and then wrote two chapters for today.