"Master Wuming, the Dharma is really profound. Pen, fun, pavilion www.biquge.info. ”

The blades of the two long swords collided, the sword body trembled, and the incomparable sword qi spontaneously generated, cutting fine pitch-black cracks in the space around the two, Chen Fei looked at the old face of the ancient well without waves on the opposite side, the curvature of the corners of his mouth gradually rose, becoming more and more wanton and crazy, that face was still white and resolute, but there was no longer the slightest bit of purity and freedom that Buddhism should have, replaced by the fanatical fighting intent of the battlefield ghosts, which made the expression on the peaceful face of De Wuming stagnate-

。。 This is?.. Not good!

The pupils contracted suddenly, the long sword stabbed into the void in front of him like a dragon roaring, a clear sound exploded, in the originally empty void, the broken dark golden long sword flashed away, the sword light of Sen Han suddenly soared, and the two people who were glued together instantly retreated, and returned to the position where the original sword fighting had just begun, but just now Chen Fei stood with his back to the city with his sword, but at this time he was facing the city gate shrouded in golden Buddha light, the long sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and the hum did not stop, a wisp of red blood slid down the spine of the sword, and then gently ticked on the ground, blooming a turbid blood flower。

"The sword light is hidden in the past and the future, but it can kill the things of this time, the three worlds of the Futu swordsmanship, even the fur is incomparably mysterious... The fingers gently wiped the back of the hand, and on the slender right hand, a narrow sword mark was extremely dazzling, the sword intent of the fingertips turned lightly, and the artistic conception of all things attracted the power of recovery between heaven and earth, but this was enough to make a dying person immediately resurrect the dragon and tiger, but the power of this small wound was not the slightest bit helpless, which made Chen Fei raise his eyebrows slightly, shook his head, and sighed with admiration-

The sword light is hidden in the past or at a certain moment in the future, but it can act at this time, it is invisible, it is impossible to prevent, and the wound that is cut out is no longer in this time and space, but it can make you live away, because you are not in this time and space, even if you have the means to reach the sky, you can't heal it at all, you can only watch the non-fatal injury devour your vitality!

Just looking at this layer of artistic conception, the artistic conception of the Third World Futu Sword Technique stands at the pinnacle of the countless sword paths that Chen Fei has seen over the years, even if it comes from Okada Shin's kind of [Break] that is enough to cut off the soul of time and space, I am afraid it is difficult to compare with it!

However, this is just the surface of the swordsmanship of the three worlds, the real three-world Futu, can see the true self itself, make people reproduce the memories of the three lives, silence in the past things and cannot extricate themselves, and fall into the future things to linger, it is the peak swordsmanship that covers cause and effect, reincarnation, time, and soul several terrifying artistic conceptions, and what is displayed at this time is just the time sword intent in it!

The third world, for time, for cause and effect,—— sword light can escape between the past and the future, kill the things of this world, and even forcibly reverse the cause and effect, and kill the weak opponent in the past, then the opponent at this time will naturally disappear into nothing! Kill the opponent's future, then the person who has no future will be directly distorted and crushed by the cause and effect of this side of the world.

Futu, for the soul, for reincarnation,—— following the true self of the soul, crossing the three realms of reincarnation, burying a little spiritual light of his soul in all kinds of happiness and pain in the past, all kinds of prayers and hopes for the future, and losing his soul.

And the combination of these two parts is the sword path that is also the strongest part of the heavens and ten thousand worlds-the Third World Futu!

"Amitabha, master, the three generations of the Buddha Sword Technique of this sect have been displayed in front of your eyes, and this exchange will end here, how about it?" Opposite Chen Fei, the old monk Wuming in a gray robe turned his wrist, and the bronze long sword was inserted upside down on the ground, and then he folded his hands and whispered a Buddha horn, and said to Chen Fei peacefully, his eyebrows were full of sincerity.

But Chen Fei had a fanatical arc at the corner of his mouth, laughed and shook his head and said: "Hahaha, how good is Master Wuming's words! The Third Floating Slaughter, the Third Floating Slaughter, at this time, only a part of the Third Floating Slaughter is displayed, how can it be said that the Three Floating Slaughter has been fully displayed? Boy Chen Fei, beg the master to show this swordsmanship here!"

The words landed, sonorous and powerful, but it made Master Wuming's vicissitudes of life show a trace of bitterness, and the Buddha beads on the palm of his hand turned quickly, and said to Chen Fei: "Do you know that the three worlds of Futu are all unfolded, even if you use your cultivation and I protect the true spirit, it is difficult to guarantee that you will be able to break free from the memories of your past life and future." The Buddha beads that turned quickly paused, and Master Wuming's deep eyes stared straight at Chen Fei, and said word by word: "At that time, you can only linger in the eight sufferings of life, birth, old age, sickness, death, love and separation, resentment for a long time, can't ask for it, can't let go." I can't break free anymore!"

"Do you still insist on seeing this Third World Futu Sword Technique?"

"Chaowen said, it's okay to die at night!"

Chen Fei's answer did not hesitate, but it also made the bitterness on the old monk's face more and more deep, and he looked at the high-spirited man in front of him with a trace of pity and sadness in the depths of his pupils - the green robe was down, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of high-spirited and frank air, in the years of Wuming's thousands of years, he had seen countless such high-spirited young masters, and they also wanted to see this top-level swordsmanship that was famous in the heavens and all worlds, the same frank and high-spirited, the same self-confidence, the same unthinking... Then, in the same way, they sink into their own samsara, and they will never be able to break free again!

The last person who wanted to see this swordsmanship was a descendant of the Heavenly Dao Sect Sword Sect two hundred and forty-seven years ago, and at this time, his grave was green and grassy, and it was already a few feet high.

Two hundred and forty-seven years later, after all, someone came to this quaint pagoda again, hoping to see this swordsmanship again.

"Alas~Nan no Amitabha~"

With a long sigh, the old monk's thin five fingers stood on his chest with one palm, and chanted the Buddhist scriptures in a low voice: "The world is impermanent, the land is fragile, the four great bitter emptiness, the five yin and selflessness, birth and death mutation, hypocrisy and masterlessness, many desires for suffering, life and death fatigue, starting from greed, less desire and inaction, body and mind are at ease... There was compassion and compassion on his face, like a Buddha in the world, and he didn't seem to have a trace of murderous aura, but Chen Fei's face was tense instantly, his long sword was buzzing in his hand, and he looked ahead with vigilance-

Beside the thin figure who bowed his head like a Buddha and recited Buddhist scriptures, a sharp but illusory sword intent slowly took shape, turning into two different figures behind the old monk - one was an Angzang man, with heroic eyebrows, but he had received the bhikshu ordination on his head, and he was already a Zen Buddhist cultivator, standing on his chest with one hand, chanting in a low voice. One is a scholar in white, still a Buddhist cultivator who has received the bhikshu ordination, still standing with one hand, still chanting in a low voice, and the fierce and mighty sword intent slowly rises, making Chen Fei's face more and more solemn.

The Buddha of the past, the Buddha of the present, the Buddha of the future...

Three Buddhas, three Buddhas!

The Third Floating Tu Sword Technique!

(Thank you for the time sky, the sorrow of loneliness, the love / aiq knot, the sadness of the past, the reincarnation emperor, the monthly pass of eopul, and the reward of Mei Miao, flying all over the world, thank you~) (To be continued.) )