No one looked at the corpse of Ba Si Pa who fell to the ground, and everyone's eyes were on Zhang Sanfeng, who had ascended to the sky!

What is the martial arts god, this is the martial arts god!

It's not an illusion, it's not a fake, it's not a story forged by our predecessors, it's a real ascension!

The ancestor of the Wudang faction, the most outstanding genius in Taoist cultivation for hundreds of years, soars to the immortal in front of everyone in the world today!

This is a grand event of martial arts, and it is a fortunate event for people who practice martial arts in the world!

From now on, they should know where the extreme realm of martial arts is!

"Congratulations on the real feather ascending immortal!"

Zhang Daoxuan suddenly made a gesture, shouted loudly, and looked extremely respectful!

As if it were a chain reaction, the disciples of the entire Dao Sect saluted in unison and shouted: "Congratulations to the real person on his ascension to the immortal!" ”

The mountains were full of heroes, and they suddenly woke up and shouted in unison: "Congratulations to the real person on his ascension to the immortal!" ”

The voices of tens of thousands of people, uniform, resounded in the sky, shaking the sky and shaking the earth, all congratulating this ancient and peerless martial arts master on ascending to the sky and ascending to immortal!

Zhang Sanfeng, open a martial arts, deserves such respect!

In the night, I could only hear Zhang Sanfeng's hearty laughter, and then laughed:

"I am invincible in the world, and I don't fight with the sky!"

The sound echoed through the mountains, full of the martial arts spirit of a generation of martial arts masters, and everyone's hearts were swaying and they were fascinated.

Once you go, you will be separated by immortals!

Zhang Sanfeng's figure submerged into the dark crack, and then, the crack began to shrink continuously, gradually closing, and the more it closed, the smaller it became, and the unfathomable and palpitating vast aura of it also gradually dissipated.

However, at this moment, in everyone's ears, a clear Buddha horn suddenly sounded:

"Amitabha!"

The voice was loud and full of Zen, resounding in everyone's ears, and they were suddenly awakened by the shock of watching Zhang Sanfeng's ascension!

They looked intently, but they saw that not far from the corpse of Phags-pa, the living Buddha Hutu, who had already died, opened his eyes at this time, and his face was full of smiles.

He smiled and said: "Zhang Zhenren ascended to heaven, it seems that this battle is won by my Buddhism, or by the old monk!" ”

Everyone was shocked, can they still come back from the dead, there are still such means in this world?!

Zhang Daoxuan frowned and said, "Impossible, under the thunder of the poor Dao God, his spirit is dead, and it is impossible for him to come back from the dead?" ”

"That's not right!"

Suddenly, the old heavenly master suddenly woke up and shouted, "You are Ba Sipa, you borrow the corpse to return the soul!" ”

It's not Hutu, it's Paspa!

The heroes present couldn't help but feel creepy, after eating Zhang Zhenren's sword, they could still come back from the dead?!

I only heard Hutu Living Buddha smile and said: "Heavenly Master has good eyesight, but it is not to borrow the corpse to return the soul, this is my tantric empowerment inheritance!" ”

He stood up, shook the dust on his white shirt, looked leisurely, with a little smile on his face, and said: "This debate on the scriptures and martial arts is the victory of my Buddhism, but if you are not convinced, you can stand up!" ”

The golden Buddha light bloomed out from him, dazzling, Zen extraordinary, and it contained a vast majesty, which made everyone fearful, and it was difficult to look at it!

This power is even less than one in ten, but for the Dao disciples present, it still has a crushing effect!

Paspa, he didn't even die!

Mo Li and even the Wudang disciples were extremely humiliated in their hearts, and everyone understood that this battle was won by Wudang!

However, what about Wudang's victory, Zhang Sanfeng has already soared, who can compete with Ba Sipa?!

Mo Li grabbed the broken sword in his hand, and felt ashamed and hateful in his heart, ashamed of himself for causing Zhang Sanfeng to fly away, and hated that he was powerless to kill a strong enemy!

Happy revenge, dominate the world......

A joke is just a joke!

His eyes were blood-red, the meridian sword in his hand was buzzing, and the sword intent in his body was gushing out, killing Ba Sipa!

This thought kept flickering in his mind, but at this moment, as if sensing the murderous aura in his body, Ba Si Pa smiled and moved his gaze.

A pair of eyes, those eyes as deep as an abyss, as dark as the sea, Mo Li only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet, spreading rapidly throughout his body, and extinguishing all the killing intent in his body!

In the face of the opponent's strong spiritual will, if you take out the sword, you can only die!

Mo Li's impulsive thoughts dissipated for a while, and only sadness and guilt remained in his heart.

Lifting the sword and stepping forward, of course, is the courage of blood and energy, but after that, what about Wudang and Daomen?

Ba Si Pa didn't care about Mo Li anymore, a pair of eyes smiled and glanced at the Daomen people one by one, wherever he looked, whether it was a hidden old Taoist or a Taoist master, they all bowed their heads one by one, not that they didn't dare to look at it, but they couldn't look at it!

The innate realm, even if it was the innate realm that was severely damaged under Zhang Sanfeng's Taiji sword intent, was not comparable to ordinary masters.

"None of you stood up, it seems that everyone thinks that the old monk is right."

Basi Bahaha smiled and said: "In this case, this debate on martial arts is the victory of Buddhism, and if you are still unconvinced, you can come to the Tibetan ** Temple, the old monk is waiting for you!" ”

In his smile, he was hearty and happy, and everyone who listened to it was aggrieved for a while.

But what can be done if you are aggrieved, Zhang Sanfeng has already soared, if you don't bow your head, all the elites present today are afraid that they will all be buried here!

Zhang Daoxuan and other Daomen seniors, trembling in the face of this scene, eighty years ago, first won and then lost, and finally came out with a great grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng, but in today's battle, Daomen won first and then lost again!

How unfair!

Just when everyone was helpless, just when Pas-pa was complacent, suddenly, a loud shout came from the sky:

"Even if the poor Dao enters the Immortal Gate, you can also make another sword for my Dao Gate!"

"Ba Si Pa, take another sword from the poor road!"

Above the sky, in the crack of the void, a sword light suddenly fell.

The sword light was red, the breath was scorching, like a meteor falling to the earth, and the red light shone for three thousand miles!

Pasipa stood on the spot, and his figure was suddenly tall and tall, as straight as a thousand feet!

He held his palms up, and the void was closed!

Shout!

In the sound of breaking the air, the red brilliance suddenly stopped!

Rumble!

The furious qi burst open, and countless sword qi swept everywhere, and between heaven and earth, there was a piece of flying sand and stones!

When the sand and gravel settled, the void crack in the sky had completely closed, leaving only a clear night sky and a little residual ethereal aura.

As for Ba Sipa, he maintained the appearance of folding his hands, the smug smile on his face had not completely dissipated, but between his chest, there was an extra long sword.

The sword is three feet and six minutes long, the blade is as black as ink, and on the hilt, there is a black and white Taiji engraved, which is a real martial sword!

Blood dripped down the long sword and dripped, dyeing a white coat red!

Paspa's face was as pale as snow, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and his palms were tightly clamped between the blades closest to the hilt, and the flesh was already turned over, dripping with blood, and he was cut by the sword qi.

His injuries were severe, and no one knew how heavy they were.

The only thing that is certain is that he will not die.

Because of the pair of palms that fit together, the blade of the sword was clamped deadly, and the true martial sword not only did not pass through the chest, but the stabbing was not the key point.

But it's enough, Zhang Sanfeng's sword qi is by no means something that ordinary people can bear!

The people of the Daomen looked at the miserable appearance of Ba Sipa, and they couldn't help but feel the spirit again!

The old heavenly master Zhang Daoxuan gave Song Yuanqiao a look, Song Yuanqiao immediately understood, he stood up and said: "Dare to ask the living Buddha, dare to ask the Buddha, in this battle, who wins and who loses?!" ”

As the abbot of the Buddha Gate, he looked at his nose and his nose and heart, constantly plucked the rosary with his palm, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, as if he hadn't heard Song Yuanqiao's words at all, and the other monks were also like this, lowering their eyebrows and lowering their eyes, without saying a word.

Who wins and who loses, do you need to say at this time?

When Ba Si Pa is unable to fight, on the side of Buddhism, who is the opponent of Wudang Zhenwu Qi volley?!

But they could only think about it in their hearts, and no one dared to say it.

There is only one person who can decide the outcome of the game, and that is Phag-pa!

For a time, both sides of Buddhism and Taoism, and even the tens of thousands of heroes present, all focused their eyes on the white-clothed monk.

What the hell is his injury?!

Quiet, extremely quiet.

Except for the sound of panting, everyone didn't dare to make the slightest sound, just stared at the white-clothed figure quietly.

Ba Si Pa didn't speak, his palms slowly moved outward, and in the process, the blade of the True Martial Sword gradually pulled out of his body, and blood continued to pour out of his body, but he didn't realize it, and pulled out the long sword motionlessly!

At the moment when the tip of the sword was completely separated from the body, the body of this living Buddha who had just been successfully empowered shook slightly.

He held the hilt of the sword and looked up and down at this true martial sword, and there was nothing else in his eyes except admiration.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao frowned, and said in a loud voice: "Living Buddha, who wins and who loses in this battle, do you still have to compete again?!" ”

There was no lack of questioning in his tone, but Ba Si Pa ignored it, instead stroked the blade of the sword, and laughed softly: "What a true martial sword, what a Zhang Sanfeng!" ”

"Living Buddha, you ......"

Song Yuanqiao was about to speak again, but suddenly, Ba Sipa's face changed, his palm shook, and the real martial sword turned into a black streamer with a 'boom', and flew towards Song Yuanqiao quickly!

A sense of deadly danger and terror came to his heart, and subconsciously, Song Yuanqiao rolled on a lazy donkey in place, trying to dodge this long sword!

The sword light flashed, and a wisp of blood bloomed, and when the situation was clear, everyone could see clearly that on Song Yuanqiao's left arm, there was already a sword mark that penetrated deep into the bone, and as for the True Martial Divine Sword, it was nailed to the trunk of the tree on the side, still buzzing and trembling!

"Master!" "Senior brother!" "Master!"

……

All the Wudang Sect disciples were concerned and shouted, but Song Yuanqiao waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

He said solemnly: "I didn't expect that the Living Buddha's skill is so profound!" ”

When everyone in the Daomen heard this, their faces were all disappointed.

Who wins and who loses, do you need to say, at this time, Ba Si Pa Shang can make a move, who dares to fight with him!

Ba Si Pa glanced at everyone, his strong momentum was undoubtedly revealed, and he shouted: "If there is anyone who is not convinced, just come up again to receive the teaching!" ”

Obviously, connecting Zhang Sanfeng's two swords, this living Buddha with profound Buddhist studies, can no longer suppress the anger in his heart!

No one stepped forward, and no one dared to step forward!

Even Zhang Sanfeng's sword outside the world can't kill Ba Sipa, who can be his opponent?!

"Since there is no one, then ......"

"Wait!"

Paspa's words were interrupted again.

It wasn't someone else who interrupted him, it was the old Heavenly Master Zhang Daoxuan who had just killed Hutu with the Divine Sky Thunder!

I saw that the person suddenly got up and slowly walked towards Paspa.

This old heavenly master who has been cultivating on Dragon Tiger Mountain for decades has a murderous aura hidden in his body.

I saw that his person was right and said: "Now that Zhang Zhenren is gone, then the old Taoist can only come to teach the tantric magic of the living Buddha again." ”

"Just you?"

A smile appeared on Ba Sipa's face, and he said, "Heavenly Master, it's not easy to remember that your cultivation is not easy, it's better not to send you to death for no reason, and go down the mountain honestly." ”

"Down the mountain?"

Zhang Daoxuan shook his head and smiled, and said: "Zhang Zhenren is not afraid of soaring, let alone an old man who has not lived well for a few months?" ”

Before entering the innate and forcing the Divine Thunder Method, Zhang Daoxuan had already damaged the origin, and his life was short.

He said with a sense of remembrance: "Lao Dao remembers that in the first battle of the palace, the living Buddha wore a white monk's robe, which was spotless, and easily defeated all the masters of my Dao Sect. ”

"...... then"

He paused for a moment, and said with a smile: "At that time, the Living Buddha said that there were only four words, kill them all." ”

Kill them all!

Only these four simple words, but they make people feel a sense of slaughter, rushing to the face!

"But what the Living Buddha said today is that he wants me to wait to go down the mountain."

Zhang Daoxuan sneered and said: "In this way, Lao Dao wants to try it with his life, how many skills does the living Buddha have!" ”

Speaking of collar words, his figure suddenly stood up, his robe was windless, and one palm suddenly split!

Bang!

In the air, an angry thunder exploded, which shook people's ears and buzzed!

Around the body of Ba Sipa, there is suddenly a golden Buddha light shining brightly, his person is solemn, his eyebrows are solemn, his mouth is constantly reciting scriptures, Zen sound bursts, everyone is in a trance, as if they saw a purple thunder dragon descending from the sky, extremely hideous, angry, directly hit it!

A strong wind spread out, blowing so hard that people could barely breathe.

Countless swastika symbols rose up, and the Buddha's light covered everything, and just when the brilliance was at its peak, all the visions disappeared.

Everyone came back to their senses, where there was any Buddha light, where there was any thunder dragon, only a white-clothed monk and an old Taoist stood against each other.

The old Taoist suddenly smiled and said, "You...... You are really strong on the outside. ”

When the words fell, his body shook three times, and he fell to the ground at once, and died of exhaustion.

"Heavenly Master!" "Senpai!" ……

All the people in the Daomen shouted in grief, and at this moment, the figure of the white-clothed monk shook for a while, and he fell to the ground, but he had no strength to stand!

First received Zhang Sanfeng's sword in the air, even if the distance was too far, so that the power of the sword qi could be reduced a lot, Ba Si Pa was also seriously injured, and he could only barely support it, and then Zhang Daoxuan's Shenxiao Heavenly Thunder urged with his life, how could he still fall well?

"Good...... What a door...... What a door......"

Ba Si Pa smiled and recited twice, and said in a weak tone: "Fight again in the coming day, fight again in the coming day......"

A group of Buddhist monks rushed up, put him on his back, turned around and ran.

And the disciples of the Daomen wanted to chase and kill, but the seven heroes led by Wudang, Mo Li and the others, were all injured by Ba Sipa, but they were powerless, and could only watch them rush out of the entanglement and encirclement of the disciples of the Daomen.

A big war ended like this.

It's just that Mo Li looked at the real martial sword inserted in the tree, and looked at the old heavenly master who died not far away, and his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he was overwhelmed with sadness.

"Li'er, you must be sincere with your sword, and your heart will be straight with your heart!"

"You little monkey, your skills have grown very fast!"

"Li'er, you will go on the road with Yang Xiaoyou tomorrow to pay homage to Yang Daxia for Lao Dao."

……

All kinds of the past have surfaced one by one, he blames himself, he feels guilty, but no matter what, he can't let Zhang Sanfeng, who was forced to soar, return to the world!

"A clear conscience, a clear conscience......"

He muttered this, and suddenly, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell limply to the ground.

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