Fahai's eyes showed anger, and after snorting coldly, a Buddha seal appeared in the air and smashed it towards the white snake.

Song Xing's eyes showed a solemn look, and his finger pointed, and a white light suddenly rose from the bottom of the lake.

This white light was not an ordinary light, but a pure sword qi composition.

The sword qi was sharp, like a swimming dragon, and in an instant, it cut through the Buddha seal of Fahai and came to him.

Fahai seemed to be a little surprised: "Sword cultivation! ”

In this world of abundant aura and divine manifestations, the existence of cultivators is not a secret.

Removing the false and preserving the truth, and cultivating the truth through the false, is the way of personal evolution!

In the spiritual world, each person's motivation for cultivation is different, hobby, strength, security, freedom, eternal life, and exploration are all the driving forces for each person's practice.

Cultivation is the "Tao", the spirit, the culture, the thought, and the way of life.

However, cultivation is difficult, and some cultivators, for various reasons, give up cultivating the truth and turn to the pursuit of enjoying life, pursuing the branches and leaves, pursuing glory and wealth, lust and power, and worldly power...... This type of cultivator is called "beetle cultivation".

Cultivators can be divided into five "factions": the Wenxiu School, the Martial Arts School, the Bliss School, the Ascetic School, and the Shou Tribulation School.

Sword cultivation, on the other hand, belongs to the most special line of cultivators in the martial arts sect.

The first tenet of sword cultivation is "rather take in the straight than seek from the song"!

For sword cultivation, Qing cultivation is the way to accumulate ability, and combat is the way to break through ability.

In battle, life and death, the six forces of personal desire, emotion, reason, will, movement, and aura activity are highly integrated, which is called "Liuhe".

Born by the sword, died by the sword, only the sword in life, the sword is in the people, and the sword is dead.

Only the sword, only the heart, only me!

Therefore, among the cultivators in this realm, in the same realm, when it comes to combat effectiveness, sword cultivation definitely far surpasses the rest of the cultivators.

When Fahai realized that Song Xing, who was standing in front of him, was a sword cultivator, his face suddenly changed.

Facing the sword light that Song Xing slashed over, Fahai's body retreated sharply, and a majestic vitality erupted from his body, and the golden light in front of him was blazing, instantly forming an unbreakable shield.

A crisp crash resounded at the bottom of the lake.

In Fahai's somewhat unbelievable eyes, the shield formed by the powerful Buddha power he had cultivated for hundreds of years was actually crumbling under Song Xing's sword, and he was almost broken by a sword!

Fahai's face sank, his hand pinched the Buddha seal, and he slapped it forward.

Rumble!

Two berserk forces collided together.

The huge blast wave swept across the lake, setting off a thousand waves, the entire lake shook violently, and even a wall of water dozens of meters high appeared on the surface of the lake, and the soldiers surrounding the West Lake in the distance were stunned.

"Immortals, monsters?"

"Zen Master Fahai of Jinguang Temple, sure enough, is a holy monk with great mana, subduing monsters under this West Lake!"

"Then there are three monsters at the bottom of the West Lake, will Fahai Zen Master be the opponent?"

On the shore, many ordinary people speculated when they saw this, but more were nervous and worried.

The bottom of the West Lake.

Song Xing's sword did not shatter the shield, his face was slightly gloomy, and he waved the long sword again and slashed down.

The sword roared to the sky, and the sword light was like a rainbow.

"Amitabha!" Fahai let out a low snort, his right foot tapped on the ground, and the whole person jumped into the air, avoiding this terrifying sword.

The sword qi fell into the air and fell on the water, inspiring a hundred zhang water waves, the entire lake was stirred, and countless fish and shrimp duckweed on the lake surface were rolled up and splashed in all directions.

"Amitabha, the Taoist is good at swordsmanship, but he is the only one he has seen in the life of a poor monk!"

Fahai hung in the air, and a big golden hand appeared out of thin air, holding a golden bowl in his palm, which slowly pressed down.

A huge bell rang at the bottom of the lake like a bell, and it spread all around.

Immediately, wisps of undetectable Brahma sound sounded, echoing at the bottom of the entire lake, making the eardrums of the two demons who collapsed at the bottom of the lake tingle, covering their heads with their hands and screaming.

Song Xing's face was expressionless, and his whole body bloomed with pale golden streamers, protecting himself.

At the same time, a strange resonance suddenly appeared in the void, and the golden bowl suddenly expanded, becoming extremely large, and suppressed like a mountain.

Song Xing raised his eyebrows, the green tendons on his left arm jumped, and a fierce and incomparable sword gang came out of his hand.

The sword rose in the wind, turned into a hundred zhang long, and roared and slashed away.

Clang!

Jian Gang and the huge golden bowl collided together, making a deafening crashing sound.

Circle after circle of sound waves spread, shaking the surrounding lake surface and tumbling, endless fish and shrimp duckweed floated, and was cracked into powder by the sound waves.

Countless cracks appeared at the bottom of the lake, like spider webs, and the huge water mansion of the white snake was crumbling under this impact, and it was about to collapse.

"It's so strong!"

Song Xing's eyes flashed, this golden bowl given by the Buddha himself was really extraordinary, and it actually easily blocked his sword gang.

Fahai's eyes flashed with golden light, and when he saw the Shuifu behind him collapse, his sleeves flicked, and in the next second, a touch of golden light flashed in the Shuifu, holding an unconscious young man, who rushed out of the water first and landed on the shore of the West Lake.

It was Xi Xuanzan who was caught by the White Snake.

"The Zen master is too busy to take care of himself, and he can still think of saving people, admire and admire!"

In Song Xing's chuckle, the endless waves at the bottom of the lake were turbulent, burning like flames.

Endless water vapor rises, converging into a thick black cloud in mid-air, and in the black cloud, electric snakes dance wildly, making a thunderclapping thunder.

A black shadow loomed in the thick fog, quickly approaching Fahai.

"Amitabha!"

Fahai recited a Buddha name, and the golden light burst out behind him, turning into a golden wheel and enveloping his body.

The golden light shone brightly, and the golden wheel slowly rotated, negating all attacks.

Song Xing's sword qi slashed at it, only making a sonorous sound, and he couldn't leave even the slightest trace.

On the golden wheel, a sharp golden ray slashed and fell on Song Xing's body in an instant.

Laugh at!

Song Xing's clothes were torn, revealing his skin, and he flashed golden light, blocking Fahai's attack.

"The donor has such profound swordsmanship attainments, and the poor monk has learned it!" Fahai said, stretching out a big withered hand and shaking it at Song Xing.

Airplanes!

With a tremble, a golden Zen staff appeared on the top of Song Xing's head.

The tip of the staff is inlaid with a fist-sized golden gemstone that sparkles in the sunlight and emits a dazzling light.

Song Xing raised his head and looked coldly at the Zen staff that Fahai had transformed with Buddha power above his head, slowly falling, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the clouds above the West Lake became thicker and thicker.

"Nine Heavens Xuansha, turned into divine thunder. Huanghuang Tianwei, lead it with a sword! ”

The blue color of the sky instantly spread all over the West Lake, and the huge and deep dark whirlpool rotated rapidly in the sky, the lightning thundered, and the wind whistled.

An inexplicable and terrifying aura of destruction filled the entire West Lake.

At this moment, even Fahai, who was far away at the bottom of the lake, felt palpitations, raised his head in an instant, and looked through the endless lake and cast his gaze into the distant sky.

Click!

At this moment, a huge thunderbolt that was enough to pierce the sky smashed down with devastating might.

Passing through the bottom of the West Lake, before Fahai could react, he landed on the purple gold bowl above his head! (End of chapter)