Nine sword lights lit up and met the golden Buddha palm that had been struck.

Under the golden palm that was blatantly suppressed, in the golden Buddha light that brightened half of the sky, these nine sword lights were faint and undetectable, only the black and red mottled brilliance made it difficult to ignore their existence, but each sword light was condensed to the extreme, pure to the extreme, and it was a sword that Mo Li's spirit and spirit were all condensed!

Everyone can feel the killing intent and the supreme sword intent contained in each sword light!

Such a sword light, every one, is no worse than the sword that just entered the innate realm, but at this moment, there are nine paths!

It's not one person who has nine swords, but nine people who have one sword!

In the eyes of the masters who had entered the martial arts to comprehend the sword intent, they could clearly see the figure of waving this sword light from under the big Buddha and from the black and red mottled sword light, and there were nine of them, nine of them!

Their expressions were the same, they were all very solemn, their eyes were full of murderous intent, and their swords were all stirring in their hands, and the same was true of the place they were slashing at!

In the rivers and lakes, there are many masters who can separate phantoms and hide the truth by pretending, but it is a little difficult to divide the nine phantoms, but it is not that no one has done it, but it is to confuse the enemy, so as to hand out a killer sword!

However, in the face of this golden-bodied giant Buddha sitting in Tianyu, what is the use of the phantom, it is impossible to defeat the other party at all, but it is a waste of energy!

It is impossible for a dignified sword god to make such an irrational move, and there is only one explanation, that is, these nine swords are all true!

As soon as they thought of this, everyone was shocked, how could there be such martial arts in this world?!

Just when these masters were shocked inexplicably, the nine sword lights met the golden Buddha palm, the black and red mottled light, extremely powerful, the light was cold and the sky was cold, and the blow was submerged into the golden Buddha palm!

The duel between the two forces, which can be called the strongest force in the world, revealed the victory or defeat in this instant, but saw that the sword light broke into the golden Buddha light with difficulty, and slashed on the golden Buddha palm, and the sword qi inside exploded, like a rain of swords, and the crisp sound of clanging was endless, and the golden Buddha light was smashed in half, and fell on the traces of the previous sword, and the narrow sword marks were cut deep again!

At this point, this sword light completely exhausted its strength, and disappeared with annihilation, but there were still eight sword lights like this, and at the moment when the power of that sword light was exhausted, they almost indiscriminately arrived in front of the Buddha's palm, and when they arrived at that sword mark, they fell up!

"No!"

The Phags-pa who was manipulating the Golden Buddha suddenly shouted, and his voice was full of horror and fear.

The moment he touched the rest of the sword lights, he suddenly discovered that these eight sword lights were all true, and the power was exactly the same as the first one, how could this be possible?!

A newcomer to the innate realm can still deal with him, but nine, even in his heyday, may not be able to win!

But by this time, it's too late to regret it!

Eight sword lights, in no particular order, fell on the golden Buddha palm, one sword after another, it can be seen that with the outbreak of black and red sword light, the golden Buddha light continued to annihilate, the Buddha palm was split hard, and then the sword light went down the palm and fell on the golden Buddha!

Condense the pure sword light to the extreme, in the incredible eyes of everyone, the arm of the golden Buddha statue was smashed, the body of the golden Buddha statue was shattered, and finally, with the last sword light submerged, even the Buddha head with the golden body of the Buddha was also split into pieces, and the entire Buddha turned into a burst of light rain, in the blazing Buddha light, bright through the south peak of Huashan!

However, after the ultimate brilliance, it is completely gone.

As the dazzling golden Buddha light dissipated, the entire southern peak of Huashan Mountain was restored to calm.

There is no golden Buddha, no sword intent, only a bright moon hanging high in the sky, sprinkling silver light, illuminating the earth transparently.

In the moonlight, the two stood separately.

A person is dressed in white like snow, with handsome facial features, and a strange charm is revealed from top to bottom, which is exactly the living Buddha Ba Sipa.

Except for the white monk's robe, when he came, he was still covered in the same body, without the slightest scar, and his demeanor was still beyond the ordinary, pure and compassionate, and full of Zen.

As for the other person, the green shirt moved with the wind, but it was stained with countless blood stains, his eyes, nose, the corners of his mouth, his ears, and many important points all over his body, all of which had blood slowly flowing, looking embarrassed, and he was seriously injured at a glance, but he still stood straight, the meridian sword in his hand was obliquely fingered, and his eyebrows were full of heroic spirit.

Who wins and who loses?!

The group of people present looked at the two people in the field and muttered in their hearts.

It's no wonder they can't understand it, from the theory of the hand-to-hand fight, it is clear that the sword light pierced the sky and cut the golden giant Buddha into tatters, but at this moment, it was the master of the sword light who was dying!

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

Pasipa suddenly spoke, and his voice was no longer calm, but contained unwillingness, containing pain.

"Nine Yin True Scripture, Spiral Nine Shadows."

Mo Li replied in a weak tone.

Anyone can hear that at this moment, this peerless swordsman who has just shown his might, has exhausted his mental strength.

"Nine Yin True Scripture, a good Nine Yin True Scripture, the Central Plains Daomen, it is really a strange person, endless!"

Paspa praised loudly and laughed loudly, the smile seemed to be relieved, seemed to be hearty, seemed to be painful, seemed to be regretful, and the emotions were so complex that people couldn't tell the truth for a while.

After laughing, he said: "The old monk was not defeated by your Central Plains martial arts, but defeated by my Tibetan Dharma Protector Divine Skill, if there is no dragon elephant to help, you will definitely beat me today, you are right?" ”

Mo Li looked at him calmly, and said lightly: "You are defeated." ”

Paspa's face changed suddenly.

"I'm defeated...... I'm defeated......"

He muttered to himself, his facial features gradually distorted, and he no longer had the appearance of a monk who was so pure and free, compassionate and peaceful, only pain, only loneliness!

"No, I'm not defeated, I'm not defeated, the old monk is invincible in the world, even Zhang Sanfeng can't help it, how can he be defeated, how can he be defeated......"

He raised his hands high, as if he was asking the sky, and his expression was almost crazy.

However, Mo Li didn't pay attention to him at all, just shook his head slightly, returned his long sword to the sheath, turned around, and walked slowly down the mountain.

It's just an old monk who doesn't dare to admit his failure when he is dying, how can he still deserve his sideways?

He came down the mountain step by step, and the white-clothed monk who had been out of the mountain twice and couldn't breathe under the pressure of the Dao Gate was in a madness, his voice became smaller and smaller, and became smaller and smaller, until he stiffened and fell to the ground, without a sound.

"Phew, this old monk is also a generation of living Buddhas, and he doesn't have a lot of bearing when he looks at it." The dwarf elder of the Huashan faction said disdainfully.

Elder Gao smiled and said, "He has won a lifetime, he has been invincible for a lifetime, and it is common for him to be suddenly defeated by a junior, and he can't stand the blows. ”

No one paid any attention to the living Buddha Pas-pa who had fallen to the ground.

The loser is no longer worth paying attention to, even if it was once the best in the world.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure that was slowly descending the mountain, and the green shirt was stained with blood.

It was Paspa who was defeated, and Paspa himself admitted that he was defeated!

The Qunhao present was shocked in their hearts, after living for more than 100 years, even Zhang Sanfeng had nothing to do with him, the living Buddha Ba Sipa, actually died on Mount Hua and died in the hands of the three generations of disciples of the Wudang Sect!

Gu Yao, this is the new number one in the world!

The sword god is inseparable, and at this time, he is the real sword god!

Jianghu Qunhao remembered the many achievements of this young man since his debut, and remembered the age of this young man, who is only twenty years old, and couldn't help but sigh even more in his heart.

The twenty-year-old is the first in the world, or the first in the world who defeated the living Buddha Ba Sipa, I am afraid that he can still be invincible in the world for decades!

Wudang, what a blessing!

"Leaving the ......"

Song Yuanqiao watched his disciple slowly descend the mountain with complicated eyes, only to feel as if he was in a dream.

Was Phag-pa killed so easily?

If the realm is not enough, it will enter the innate nature, and if one sword is not enough, it will come out with nine swords!

Three years of dry sitting is just for this moment, my own disciples, I am really well prepared!

Thinking of the moment when Zhang Sanfeng was forced to soar three years ago, thinking of the moment when Ba Si Pa survived with the secret method of empowerment, and talking about the moment when Wu Yi defeated the defeat and did not score, Song Yuanqiao's nearly fifty-year-old man's eyes couldn't help but turn red all of a sudden.

Who knows the pressure he's undertaking?

Zhang Sanfeng soared, and Wudang's momentum was suddenly in full swing, but without Zhang Sanfeng's biggest background, the most outstanding disciples under the door were still missing, and they were only maintained by the Seven Heroes.

Thankfully, it's all over.

"Let's go, pick up Li'er, let's go back to the mountain!"

Song Yuanqiao shouted loudly, the seven heroes responded in unison, and everyone walked up the mountain together and headed towards Mo Li.

Mo Li looked at the elders of the sect who greeted him, a smile appeared on his pale face, but the corners of his mouth twitched, implicating the injury, he only felt that the whole body was torn, and there was no pain in any place, and the smile on his face immediately turned into a color of pain.

It's not easy to kill Phags-pa.

His penance for more than 100 years was that he was slashed by Zhang Sanfeng twice, his body was not well injured, and he was forced to transform a physical body, and his spiritual cultivation was still regarded as first-class in the innate realm, far from what a person like Mo Li who had just entered the innate realm could do.

Mo Li naturally wouldn't have guessed, fortunately, in addition to Wudang martial arts, he also practiced the fragments of the Nine Yin True Sutra, and also practiced the Tantric Divine Skill Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong.

The former's spiral nine shadows can be separated into phantoms, virtual and real, and the transformation is endless, Mo Li can separate three real bodies and six fake bodies, no matter how much, his physical body will not be able to bear it.

It just so happened that this dragon elephant was like a skill, but it was an outer door exercise that walked through the three wheels and seven veins and found another way, and in three years, under intensive research, he cultivated this martial art to the eleventh realm.

The physical body of the eleventh realm is barely enough to divide the nine true bodies, and the nine innate realm Mo Li sword together, which is the heyday of the Eight Si Pa and has to retreat, let alone the Eight Si Pa today?

Caught off guard, he was broken through by Mo Li's sword intent, severely damaged his spirit, and died with a whimper.

Therefore, until he died, he did not admit that he was defeated by Mo Li, but said that he was defeated by that dragon elephant.

But this statement is undoubtedly ridiculous, just by virtue of the dragon elephant prajna skill, it is to cultivate to the thirteen-fold consummation realm, can it be able to kill this old monk?

"Li'er, are you in trouble?!"

The Seven Heroes went up the mountain and gathered in front of Mo Li, and Yin Liting asked with concern: "Fang Cai Ba Si Pa said that your life will not be long, is it true or false?" ”

"I didn't ...... Ahem......"

Mo Li didn't say a word, but he coughed lightly, he reached out to cover his mouth, but the blood stayed out of the palm of his hand, and he couldn't stop it.

"Li'er!" "Li'er!" ……

Wudang and everyone were emotionally supportive, but Mo Li felt that the sky was spinning in front of him, and half of his body was gone, he couldn't hold the long sword, let it fall to the ground, and the whole person immediately fell to the ground softly.

This accident stunned all the heroes on the mountain.

No one expected that Fang had just revealed his divine might and defeated the sword god Mo Li, the living Buddha of the world, Ba Sipa, and in a blink of an eye, he looked like he was going to die.

Could it be that this world's first born person has suffered some incurable secret wound in the hands of Fang Cai?

Although there are many people who care about Mo Li, there are even more people who hate Mo Li, and at this moment they are all looking at the fallen figure with burning eyes, with different expressions and their own calculations.

Everyone wants to be the first in the world, no one wants to have one more world number one on their heads that they can't resist, or Mo Li, the world number one who has stepped into the innate realm!

The people of the Demon Sect were entrenched in a corner, and King Yin Ye's eyes flashed, and he said, "Father, this is a good time to make a move!" ”

Kill Mo Li, who else in the world can stop their Mingjiao?!

However, Yin Tianzheng looked at Qixia with a solemn expression for a long time, and finally shook his head and said, "Don't be impulsive, since Ba Si Pa said that he doesn't have a few days to live, then it must be so, let's wait." ”

"But what if ......"

"No, who can break through the True Martial Seven Interception Formation?!"

Yin Tianzheng interrupted angrily.

Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation!

King Yin Ye's face showed a hint of fear, the power of this formation has already spread all over the world with several wars, their Mingjiao is a large number of masters, and it is difficult to break through this formation, and it is broken, and it is also a great injury to its own vitality, and the gains outweigh the losses.

The people of the Ming Sect were so afraid, and the masters of the other factions did not dare to try the power of the True Martial Seven Interception Formation, so they could only watch from the wall and watch the development of the situation.

"Leaving the ......"

Song Yuanqiao hugged his disciple, and the tears in his eyes finally couldn't help falling, and his face was full of pain.

Mo Li wanted to raise his hand to wipe it for Song Yuanqiao, but after all, he had no strength at all, he reluctantly pulled out a smile, and said weakly: "Master, don't panic, disciple...... The disciple couldn't leave for a moment. ”

He was strong into the congenital, all the meridians and acupoints all over his body were severely damaged, and he performed martial arts such as the Spiral Nine Shadows that had a great load on the physical body, and the physical injury was even more serious, but after all, he entered the innate realm, and his vitality was far stronger than that of ordinary martial artists, and it was such a serious injury that could last for at least three or two months.

"How can I save you?!"

Song Yuanqiao asked anxiously.

Mo Li shook his head lightly and said, "Master, you don't have to work in vain, I ......"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he suddenly fainted......

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