"Golden Buddha!"

I saw that the sister of the sword ghost held up a golden statue of the Buddha in her hand, the statue presented the golden color of the glass, exuding divine brilliance all the time, bright, kind, Pudu, the sun was like a swaying, the day came and went, and a faint Zen and Buddha light flickered in it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the impetus of spiritual power, there are thousands of Shani, thousands of bhikshus, and thousands of Arhats, singing the supremacy of Buddhism in the endless Buddha country, and the Dharma is the world's thousands of laws, the world's eternal law, and the eternal law.

It turned out that this thing was a wonderful thing that an ancestor of the Haoran Sword Sect got from the small world of broken Buddhism outside the territory, and after getting it, he figured it out every day, but found that it was of no great use at all, so he rewarded it and was obtained by the junior sister of the sword ghost.

At this moment, it is showing endless power, it is simply a supreme spiritual treasure that God blocks and kills gods, and ghosts block and kill ghosts.

This golden-bodied Buddha has an extraordinary origin, from the broken small world of Buddhism, it is a statue of a great monk of Buddhism before the ancient times, and it is worshiped by Wuji believers all day long, and it is contaminated with a trace of Buddha rhyme, opening the mind, powerful and boundless, with great merit, great detachment, and great silence.

When ordinary ghosts see this golden-bodied Buddha, don't say that fighting, even if they look at it, they will feel that the ghost is scattered, and the next moment it will be wiped out.

Even a ferocious thing like the Flying Ghost Cavalry, when it touches this thing, its combat power will be reduced by more than five layers, and its combat effectiveness will be greatly damaged.

"How can you have the golden statue of the Ancient Buddha Gate?"

The ghost is frightened to see that this is the real shock and shock, the leisurely face appeared a trace of solemnity, since ancient times, Buddhism has been a thorn in the netherworld, a tumor, the existence of the most restrained ghosts, so that every ghost is eager to crush it, tear it, and let it disappear before it is happy.

Now that they have encountered this thing, before the Flying Ghost Cavalry has not yet exerted its due combat effectiveness, it has been killed by the combined efforts of many outer disciples, and the number has been greatly reduced.

As a result, the pressure on Jiang Feng's side was also much weaker, and he was able to easily face the enemy.

"The ghost is frightened, as you said, there are many tricks and calculations between you and me. It's just that who is the hunter and who is the prey, it is not yet known, we want to kill you, how can we not be thoughtful?"

The corner of the sword ghost's junior sister raised a cold sneer on the corner of her mouth, and she cleanly slashed the flying ghost cavalry trapped under him, and said.

"Kill!"

At this moment, the desert bandits, who were still watching, saw that the situation was unfavorable, waved the battle flag, surrounded them, and the ten thousand armies roared in unison, and the ten thousand soldiers flashed, carrying infinite killing intent to suppress them.

Feeling the monstrous pressure on their faces, everyone's faces changed, they practiced in cold sweat, and secretly said damn it, these desert bandits can actually practice military formations, it is unimaginable that this group of people will be a group of bandits.

As the saying goes, hooligans know martial arts, and no one can stop them, and this is the situation at the moment.

"Fellow disciples, don't waste time, it's time to do your best. Otherwise, the army will overwhelm the border, and we will surely die. ”

The sword ghost's junior sister roared fiercely again.

Several disciples around exchanged a look, and the strength in their hands was similar to before, and the sword qi flew like snowflakes, drowning the vast land.

The killing is endless, the killing is endless, the red land is bleeding for thousands of miles, and the yellow sand is left all over the ground.

"Happy, happy, happy. ”

Some disciples shouted happily in the middle of the fight, attracting the attention of the desert bandits, and they besieged the past, waving the soldiers in their hands, and the cold light flashed, falling all over the ground with stumps and broken arms.

"Come on! It's a try, a welcome gift to this barren desert. ”

Tang Jinfeng came to Jiang Feng's side, casually cut off the legs of the war horses roaring past him, and with a sword in Liao, it was a blood-stained long sword, and chuckled.

"Good. ”

Jiang Feng looked at the endless blood on this vast land, nodded, a trace of demonic intent flashed in his eyes, killing with him, drinking and drinking blood, death is always accompanied, life and death are downplayed, and if he doesn't accept it, he will do it.

In such a battlefield, individuals are small, but they are also great.

In his previous life, as an otaku, he never thought of stepping on such a battlefield, carrying out such a tragic battle, and one by one the fresh lives fell under his sword, he had no sorrow or joy, and he did not have much fear, but was a little impulsive and excited.

Perhaps, human nature is so bad, there is a bloodthirsty demon lurking, once released, it has the courage and courage to destroy everything.

Flutter!

Jiang Feng's long sword trembled slightly, and the White Tiger Killing Technique combined with the flawless Autumn Wind Sword Technique, like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves, cleanly cut off the head of a desert bandit.

Homicide!

Dodge!

Kill again!

Dodge again!

Repeating this way, even if he was occasionally stabbed a few times by dozens of desert bandits, he was blocked by the hidden dragon suit, and no irreparable injuries were caused.

Between life and death, there is a great terror, a great crisis, and a great creation.

Jiang Feng is already familiar with the melody of this endless battlefield, accustomed to fighting, facing thousands of troops, iron-blooded battlefields, such training, such trials, between life and death, the slightest mistake will die, and he will become a member of the underground corpse.

The spirit of the whole person is highly concentrated, and the perfect and flawless phantom moon footwork is like a perfect moon, beginning to transform towards the power of the sun, the sun and the moon depend, transform each other, and operate each other, in line with the principle of yin and yang.

When the Phantom Moon footwork reached perfection, Jiang Feng was thinking about how to enter the next mysterious realm, for a long time, he had no clue, but now under the fight of life and death, he had a little clear-sightedness.

The improvement of martial arts is never static, if you want to break through, you need to go through life and death, realize the truth on the edge of death, and achieve the avenue.

This is why in the records of Haoran Sword Sect and many other classics, there are very few descriptions of the mysterious realm, and even very evasive, the writing is extremely vague, and the head is a mess, but now he is enlightened, even if some truths are recorded on paper, you can't understand it, this is a kind of thing that can only be understood but not spoken.

Isn't there an old saying about Mercury's dragon kingdom?

The master leads the way and practices in the individual.

Everyone's path is different, the same Fa, the cultivators are different, and the things they comprehend are also different.

This is the Tao, being, not being, not being.

What is the most will-testing battle?

It is undoubtedly this killing between life and death, horror.

Enlightenment is reasonable, the brain is clear and the eyes are clear, even the spirit of the soul and the sea of consciousness Xuanwu are spiritual, the sublimation of the state of mind, the practice of the phantom moon footwork has officially entered the realm of mystery, mysterious, mysterious, wonderful, is mysterious.

Reaching this point, Jiang Feng has already cultivated footwork to his heart, stepping out, there is no need to run martial arts, between walking, every move is footwork, it is supernatural power.

Fighting on the battlefield, facing thousands of troops and horses, the jungle of swords, Jiang Feng is fearless, like a dancer, strolling gracefully on the stage, killing at this moment is no longer a violence, but an aesthetics, an art

In the eyes of the desert bandits, Jiang Feng has incarnated an invincible god of war, invincible and invincible, and someone will fall between the sword in his hand.

Life after life fell under him, and at this moment, he was invincible.