The golden light bloomed on the demon-descending stick, and circles of scriptures emerged.

It was once in Luoxia Temple, and those monks chanted it every day.

At first, it didn't know what it meant, but later it understood that it was a story of persuading people to be good and telling the truth of life.

But it is not human, so what do these stories and truths have to do with it?

However, none of the monks in Luoxia Temple cared about this, they just kept chanting to this stick.

After listening to the stick too much, he has already memorized it backwards.

Suddenly, one day, it seemed to understand something.

It wonders if the meaning of its existence is to teach these Buddhist scriptures.

At this point, the stick thought it was a book.

A book for kindness.

Later, however, a monk took it down the mountain.

This time down the mountain, the monk used it to kill people.

It suddenly realizes that it is actually a weapon.

If it's a weapon, it kills.

But that's not the case with the Buddhist scriptures it studied.

The stick is very tangled, and he doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to kill.

And so it gradually became dark.

This layer of black envelops its original gold.

It passed in the darkness for an unknown amount of time.

It wasn't until a man cleaned it up that it saw the light of day.

That's when it figured something out.

It is a device, and what can be done is not determined by it, but by the person who uses it.

So it wants to find a suitable owner.

That way, it doesn't have to think about it that much.

The owner does whatever he wants.

It doesn't matter if you want to do good, or if you kill people and create evil, you can also subdue demons and eliminate demons.

It's just a stick anyway, and it's not the one who makes the decisions.

Airplanes~!

The Demon Descending Stick hummed, and the dark and deep color infected the gold, and mixed with all kinds of resentful curses and unwilling cries of death in the sound of the Buddha who persuaded people to do good.

"What a terrible karma, Amitabha, the instrument spirit has fallen into the evil path, and it is necessary to take it back to the Xia Temple, chant a sutra, and wash away the karma of this body with scriptures." Juexin said.

At the same time, his Zen staff was handed out.

The shadow of the Buddha and the Zen staff followed, turning into an incomparable blow.

In the face of Juexin's accusation, the demon wand was unmoved.

What does it mean about me?

I'm just a stick!!

How others want to use it is someone else's business, and it has nothing to do with me.

Lin Qianxing raised his hand and struck out the demon descending stick, and the golden light and black qi on the stick blended and collided on the Buddha's shadow.

Rumble~!

The majestic power erupted, and the lake sinted, forming a giant ring-shaped pit.

Next to him, Li Shuanghua took the opportunity to stab Lin Qianxing with a sword.

Extremely cold, Lin Qianxing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

The artistic conception of ordinary martial arts is mostly landscapes or animals, otherwise it is also water, fire, wind and thunder.

The martial arts artistic conception of ice and snow is actually rare.

As for why?

This is because when water freezes, it dissipates heat.

So it needs to absorb the energy of the object to cool it down and freeze.

And the rest of the martial arts true intent is mostly to release the energy in the body to the outside.

Therefore, it is difficult for such a martial arts true intent to evolve under inertial thinking.

In other words, even if it evolves, it is only a disguise of the spirit.

Make the other person feel cold, not really cold.

But Li Shuanghua is different, she really understands this.

Her sword is constantly absorbing the heat around her.

Lin Qianxing's right arm held a stick against the nine-ring Zen staff, his left hand was agitated, and he made a sword pointing to meet Li Shuanghua's sword.

His sword was different from Li Shuanghua's cold sword, it seemed so ordinary.

But it was this ordinary sword, Li Shuanghua couldn't help but show surprise on his cold face.

Artistic conception without artistic conception?

Is that okay?

It's like someone who uses "no attachment" as their own obsession.

Such an artistic conception is too bizarre.

There was no time to exclaim too much, and the blade of the sword had already collided with the sword light that burst out in front of Lin Qianxing's sword finger.

Although it was only a sword condensed by internal breath, Li Shuanghua felt as if he had hit the real gold and iron.

The frost began to spread along the sword, and she even planned to freeze it.

However, the sword suddenly changed its form at this time, completely encompassing her sword body.

If there is no artistic conception, it will contain the artistic conception of all things.

Li Shuanghua understood what the other party meant.

This is an extremely greedy warrior.

He wanted everything, so he ended up getting nothing.

Therefore, there is this artistic conception without artistic conception.

Fortunately, she still has a backhand.

The heat previously absorbed through the Frost Blossom Sword burst out at this time, and was released through the tip of the sword, turning into an extremely condensed red.

Boom~!!

Boom~!

Splashing ice picks cut through the surface of the lake at great speed, bursting out in all directions.

A piece of fresh fish was pierced through the body by the ice pick, floating on the surface of the water at this time, and the courtyard in the middle of the lake in the distance Lin Qianxing was even more miserable, the walls were densely packed with ice picks, and the plants in the flower bed died on the ground.

Ning Cai'er's figure hung in the void, casually smashing some flying ice picks, with an elegant posture.

At the center of the battle, Lin Qianxing and the three of them stood side by side in a triangle, hanging over the center of the lake.

Juexin's arms trembled, and he couldn't hold the Zen staff in his hand.

The power from that stick was too terrifying, and there were seven rings missing from his Zen staff at this time, all of which were broken by Lin Qianxing.

And Li Shuanghua's sword-holding arm has all been frozen.

If there is no true intention, it means that when Lin Qianxing faces the enemy, whatever true intention the enemy uses, he can also use the same true intention.

This time, Li Shuanghua was hurt by his true intentions.

No, that's a true meaning that is stronger than your own frost true intention!!

With one enemy and two, Lin Qianxing won.

He didn't even use his real weapon, and the Fade Fan Sword was still in Ning Cai'er's hand at this time.

"Let's go, this stick has nothing to do with you." Lin Qianxing shook his head and said.

"Amitabha."

Juexin still needs to be persuaded again, but Lin Qianxing has already knocked on it with a stick.

Qiang~!

Juexin's figure flew out upside down, until he was supported by two elders after the shore, and the three of them retreated more than a dozen steps in succession before they stopped their figures.

"If you lose, you lose, let's keep the scene and win!" Lin Qianxing said disdainfully.

If you lose, you have to talk ruthlessly, and under normal circumstances, don't do it casually, especially when your hard power is not as good as the opponent and you don't have a life-saving hole card.

Thirty years of Hedong and thirty years of Hexi, I just want to say it in my heart to motivate myself, I really have to say it in front of the enemy, and people don't care about it, if you really remember it in your heart, you are afraid that you will have to be killed by others on the spot, and come to a "this son can't stay".

Li Shuanghua shook her arm, the frost frozen on it dissipated, and then she hugged her fist to Lin Qianxing, which was regarded as thanking Lin Qianxing for keeping her hand, and then left.

Juexin on the shore didn't say anything more, and directly chose to leave with the two elders.

Lin Qianxing's cultivation is like this, I am afraid that only the first person in the world can compare with it.

I don't know where such a master came from.

Sure enough, you still can't look down on the people of the world too much.

Speaking of the first person in the world, the first person in the world had already come not far in front of Lin Qianxing.

Lin Qianxing's figure is considered burly.

But in front of him, Lin Qianxing was like a child.

Gai is therefore a full 2.5 meters tall.

Combined with his short hair and rugged countenance, it was as if he was not human, but some kind of humanoid species.

He is recognized by both the Yu Kingdom and the Jiang Kingdom, Liu Yue's master, Wang Zhen with the title of [Kaishan Axe].

This person was born strange, he stayed in his mother's womb for almost two years before he came out, and he almost took half of his mother's life when he was born, and he was directly a fat boy who was almost thirty pounds.

He can walk in three days, and in half a year, he is already the size of a 10-year-old child.

Relying on a superficial internal breathing formula, at the age of ten, he could use a thousand pounds of strength with one arm.

At the age of fifteen, he couldn't find a few decent opponents in the entire country.

Later, he embarked on the path of creating his own martial arts.

Not only is his physical endowment extraordinary, but his brain is also easy to use, and his understanding is exaggerated to the extreme.

Coupled with the ability to toss and toss, he is not afraid to play himself to death, and he stepped into the real world at the age of eighteen.

Then he went all the way, stepped into the merger realm at the age of fifty, and reached the peak of the merger realm at the age of sixty, and there was no opponent again.

By the way, his nickname for opening the mountain axe was not what he had before he was invincible.

It is after invincibility.

One day when he had nothing to do, he saw a hundred meters high mountain outside his house, and how it was unpleasant to look at it, and then he went down with an axe and split it in half.

Then he had the title of the opening axe.

Such a person is worthy of Lin Qianxing's attention.

Lin Qianxing was only a pity that he hadn't met him earlier, otherwise he would not have been able to obtain purple qi from him.

The next moment, Lin Qianxing threw out the Demon Descending Stick and threw it to Ning Cai'er, stretched out his hand to hold it, and the faded sword came out of its sheath and flew directly to his palm.

"Aren't you going to take a break?" Wang Zhen asked.

"What do you think you can do with them?" Lin Qianxing asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Wang Zhen nodded, expressing great agreement.

He then removed the broad-bladed axe he was carrying from his back.

Very few people in the rivers and lakes use axes as weapons.

It's too heavy and too inflexible.

But only Wang Zhen is wonderful.

He disliked that other weapons were too brittle, so he simply went to the palace and used the ancestral weapon as his own.

This mountain axe is made of metal throughout, the overall length is two meters three, the axe handle is one meter five long, and it is the thickness of two fists of an adult, and ordinary people can't hold it.

The rest is the axe itself, the blade of which is more than a meter long.

When this thing was made, no one thought of using it as a blade.

But there is such a strange thing as Wang Zhen in this world.

"Your apprentice teaches well." Lin Qianxing suddenly sighed.

At first, he thought that Liu Yue used the gun as a hammer, but now he understands that he learned it from his master, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength to use an axe, so he could only use the gun as an axe.

"Teach it casually, he has a good understanding himself." Wang Zhen said.

During the communication between the two, the momentum has risen to the extreme.

In the next moment, they all made a move.

Ning Cai'er's pupils contracted, and Li Shuanghua and Juexin, who had just walked out not far away, turned around, and even Liu Yue looked in the direction of this side.

The expressions of several people were stunned, and then they were full of shock.

"Good sword." Wang Zhen was amazed, and after speaking, he added: "You are also a good swordsman. ”

On his cheek, a streak of blood appeared.

Lin Qianxing put away his sword and stood up, and also admired: "It's good to have a warrior like you in this world." ”

There was also an extra gap the size of a fingernail in the corner of his coat at this time, and in terms of strength, he was superior.

However, the kilometer-long deep ravine and the streamer lake that was split in two were even more terrifying than this, and the forest where the tips of the trees had been almost completely cut off.

The force value of these two people is no longer understandable to the rest of the martial artists in the world.

(End of chapter)