Ye Wuwu counted silently in his heart, and then his eyes were a little worried.

Above the heavenly road, I don't know when there were eighteen more figures.

Eighteen golden figures.

Or rather, copper?

Eighteen bronze men?

At a cursory glance, the eighteen people are all in the second-grade realm, and there are many strong people who are at the peak of the second-grade realm.

What's even more bizarre is that these eighteen people on the road to heaven do not seem to have been affected by coercion, and their actions seem to be very convenient.

No, it still has an impact, but for some reason, it is not like Ye Wuwu, the internal force of his body has been suppressed and he cannot exert it, and the other party can still walk slowly on the steps.

Ye Wuwu knew that the sudden appearance of this group of people was at least not to talk to him about the Tao and exchange Buddhism.

Buddhism has been established for many years and preaches the world, if you can only chant Buddhist scriptures all day long, it is naturally not enough to gain a foothold.

As a result, Buddhism has such a foreign combat force.

Eighteen bronze people, four King Kongs, Buddhist law enforcement hall.

Right now, in front of Ye Wuwu's eyes, is the eighteen bronze people.

Eighteen golden figures, with a strange queue at this moment, slowly walked down from the top of the heavenly road.

The first person looked at Ye Wuwu below, and slowly spoke with a flat face.

"If the donor retreats at this moment, I won't make a move."

Ye Wuwu smiled, with a strong battle intent in his eyes.

He shook his head.

The leader also stopped talking, groaned slightly, and eighteen golden figures swept up, rushing straight down.

Eighteen figures, each with different moves.

The moves are exquisite, and between the eighteen people joining forces, it is already natural at the moment, and there are no flaws.

However, Ye Wuwu just raised the sword high above his head with both hands, and then snorted lightly, slashing down the sword in front of him.

There are not many changes, there are not many subtleties, there is just the sword.

A first-grade sword qi was hidden in the sword body by Ye Wuwu, and it had been gathering momentum for a long time.

Compared with Ye Wuwu, who only knew how to cut out the sword qi at will at the beginning, there were obviously too many differences this time.

He still has fifty first-grade sword qi left.

After fighting with Black Lotus last time, Ye Wuwu often wondered why the sword qi of the first-grade realm was so weak.

Obviously, it is also a sword qi that is almost equivalent to the Blowing Snow realm, why can it only cause a trace of hindrance to the other party when facing the same level, but it cannot cause any injuries.

Since then, Ye Wuwu has integrated a first-grade sword qi into the sword body and cultivated it with his mind.

Just like Dugu Xuan has been raising a sword for ten years, Dugu Xuan has raised that sword, and Ye Wuwu has raised this sword qi.

At this point, it has been more than two months.

Of all the sword qi on Ye Wuwu's body, only this one can be controlled by himself at this moment.

A sword slashed out, and the eighteen golden figures trembled slightly.

But eighteen second-grade realms, among which there are many second-grade peaks, how can it be so easy to retreat at this moment.

Almost instantly, eighteen figures lined up with each other, forming a wonderful formation, and the person at the head suddenly had a golden light all over his body.

The skin, which was originally copper-colored, was golden in an instant.

Behind him, there is a faint Buddha statue condensed.

The fusion of sword qi and golden mangs was only for a moment.

In the next second, the sword qi swept across the sky and spread to hundreds of stairs behind him before slowly dissipating.

The golden monk's eyes trembled, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then his body could no longer support it and slowly fell.

On the chest in front of him, there was a deep scar that could be seen in the bone.

The other seventeen people also had blood overflowing from the corners of their mouths, but they glanced at each other, but their eyes were firm, and they were still horizontal in front of Ye Wuwu.

Ye Wuwu glanced at those people coldly and said lightly.

"If I retreat now, I can stop shooting."

The same words as Fang Cai, and then return them to them at this moment.

There was only firmness in the eyes of the monks.

Ye Wuwu shook his head lightly and sighed.

"It's pedantic so far."

As he spoke, Ye Wuwu swung his sword again.

But in the next second, those people's faces changed, and they scattered in all directions.

The ten paths were neatly arranged, and the sword qi that was exactly the same as just now resurfaced in the air.

These ten sword qi are actually just ordinary first-grade sword qi, compared to Fang Cai's sword qi, but in terms of damage, it is far worse.

It can even be said that these ten sword qi, to the extreme, are only a little stronger than Fang Cai's sword qi.

If you feel it carefully, you can still see the difference.

But at this moment, how can everyone manage so much, they are not sword cultivators, and it is a little difficult to detect the gap.

Seventeen figures hurriedly retreated, and when they left, they did not forget to pick up their companions who had fallen to the ground.

Ye Wuwu didn't chase anymore, but lightly pointed at the long sword in his hand and withdrew those sword qi again.

After the Heart Sword reached the fifth layer of progress, Ye Wuwu's grasp of the original sword qi was much more proficient.

Originally, as long as these ten sword qi were thrown out, then don't think about taking them back.

The people in the way are gone.

The road to heaven is still there, and the coercion is still there.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were a little helpless, but then they turned into a touch of firmness.

It's all come to this point, is there still a retreat?

Cangyangcuo, Cangyangcuo, the price I paid this time is too much.

There are only forty-nine first-grade sword qi left, and Ye Wuwu is ready to explain all of them here today.

If you just give me a box of relics, it doesn't seem to be enough.

Thinking of this, the corners of Ye Wuwu's mouth outlined a trace of arc, and then laughed loudly.

"If you do this for you, even if you don't become a Buddha today, you must give me a Buddha in the future."

Otherwise, won't my relics be gone?

In the second half of the sentence, Ye Wuwu didn't say anything.

Ye Wuwu glanced at the dark red long sword in his hand, gently stroked the sword body, and then chuckled.

"Linyuan Sword, let's see if you are Linyuan today."

Immediately, Ye Wuwu threw the long sword in his hand straight towards the Buddha Palace above.

The remaining forty-nine sword qi all appeared in heaven and earth at this moment.

On the originally peaceful Heavenly Road Trail, the sword aura suddenly swept horizontally, and the wind and sand suddenly rose.

The coercion around him, which had originally made Ye Wuwu breathless, suddenly decreased, and forty-nine sword qi flew in the air for a while, and then followed closely with the Linyuan Sword.

The sword light on the body of the Linyuan Sword became clearer and clearer, and it was actually straight towards the end of the Heavenly Road, towards the Buddha Palace that was close at hand but far away in the sky.

Forty-nine sword qi followed, and I don't know if it was the sword qi that was pulling the Linyuan sword, or the Linyuan sword pulling the sword qi.

After all, the art of the sword can never be mastered without a single product.

The sword light of the abyss flashed, and where the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the pressure around the Heavenly Road was like a barrier, cracking everywhere, and finally dissipating.

Ye Wuwu was so calm, walking towards the heavenly road and towards the Buddha Palace step by step.

The five hundred and eighty stairs were stepped through one by one by Ye Wuwu at this moment.

No more obstacles.

Walking to the end of the Heavenly Road, Ye Wuwu turned his head to look at the Buddha Palace that was in front of him at the moment, but it was still unreal, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Beside him, Lin Yuan Jian trembled slightly, as if he couldn't support it anymore and fell, and was grasped by Ye Wuyi in his hand.

Forty-nine first-grade sword qi can also be said to have dissipated at this moment, and only a little residual sword qi was left between the surrounding heaven and earth, slowly dissipating.

But there is still a little bit of it.

Ye Wuwu suddenly slashed forward with his sword.

The sword qi that was wandering between heaven and earth and was about to dissipate seemed to be pulled at this moment, converging towards Ye Wuwu.

Blend into this sword.

The sword flashed, and the Buddha Palace, which was originally like seeing flowers in the fog, suddenly became clear at this moment.

Through the palace door, Ye Wuwu could clearly see the scene in the palace.

He saw the angry glares of hundreds of monks.

I saw the terrifying monk named Ngawang Luo standing in front of Cangyangcuo.

In my mind, there was a sudden echo.

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