Taixuan Sutra, a mysterious and mysterious martial arts.

After Gu Qingci fused Shi Potian's Taixuan Sutra, he was pleasantly surprised to find that this martial arts included a variety of martial arts, including three swordsmanship, three light martial arts, three fist techniques, and three internal martial arts。

A sword stabbed out, countless white shadows floated by, and finally fused together, Gu Qingci was in the midst of thousands of flying swords, at that moment, he seemed to be a killing god who fell from the sky, his breath was calm and terrifying, and the killing intent was like that sentence of killing one person in ten steps, leaving no line for thousands of miles, as if passing through thousands of troops and horses, blood-stained demeanor.

The majestic sword intent fell, Jing Xuan's face turned pale, and she quickly took a few steps back, she remembered that some time ago, the owner of the Fengmanlou had commented on Gu Qingci's sword, it was not a sword that should be in the world, the sword was fast to the extreme, sharp to the extreme, and the sword intent was invincible!

Jing Xuan used a sword, but at this moment, she directly abandoned the sword and quickly took out a thing like a mirror, but it was not gold, stone, copper, or iron, and the front was glowing with a touch of luster, and an extremely pure Buddha light erupted from the mirror.

It was indeed a mirror, when that ray of white light bloomed out, Gu Qingci's surging sword appeared in the mirror, and what was frightening was that all the tens of thousands of wisps of sword qi were actually integrated into that mirror, like a bottomless black hole devouring everything.

Gu Qingci landed slowly, stepping on the branch of a cherry blossom tree, the leaf sank slightly and then bounced back to raise Gu Qingci by another inch, he was still expressionless, just looked at Jing Xuan with his sword, and said softly: "The six reincarnation mirrors are really extraordinary!"

"Hmph," Jing Xuan looked at Gu Qingci, turned his hands, and the six reincarnation mirrors stood in front of his chest, and said coldly: "Gu Qingci, if you know each other, hand over that demon cub, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

"Oh, is it?" Gu Qing smiled.

Jing Xuan sneered and didn't speak, but she did disdain Gu Qingci, because the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror is the treasure of Cihang Sword Zhai, under the Grandmaster, all attacks can be defended, and even ordinary Grandmasters may not be able to break the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror.

Mo Chou's sword let out a humming sound, and was thrown into the air by Gu Qingci, his fingers waved lightly, and he groaned softly: "Idle over Xinling to drink, take off the sword and cross your knees." ”

The art of taking off the sword is the flight of the sword.

A poignant and powerful sword intent crossed in front of Gu Qingci, and then flew in the air, but there was no trace, as you liked, the invisible edge loomed in the air, like a boundless falling tree, but it was unpredictable.

"The Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror is indeed very strong, but it's a pity that there are not enough people who use it!"

As Gu Qingci's sword was taken off, Jing Xuan's face turned pale, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror does have a very strong defensive ability, but to make it clear, this is just the so-called principle of Buddhism as one flower, one leaf and one world, just mapping the things illuminated by the Six Paths of Reincarnation Mirror to the mirror world.

However, if the mirror is not projected, it cannot be mapped.

Gu Qingci's Mo Chou Sword moved as he wished, and Jing Xuan didn't have time to control the Six Reincarnation Mirrors at all.

Mo Chou's sword broke through the air, and it was fleeting.

A wound broke in Jing Xuan's wrist, and blood flowed all over it.

Six reincarnation mirrors get out of your hands!

That's when someone emerged.

............

In Yangzhou City, I don't know when a young monk came, wearing a white robe, his face was handsome, his eyes were particularly bright, looking around, as if he was looking for something.

Just when he crossed a bridge, he suddenly clasped his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha!" Suddenly the whole person was like a dandelion that was blown away by the wind, floating up with the breeze, which attracted many people to watch, but fortunately, there were more people on the rivers and lakes, and there were many people in Yangzhou City.

It's just that when the little monk flew over an attic, he suddenly seemed to hit a transparent cover, let out a miserable scream and fell, just on the top of the attic, his buttocks fell to the ground, his hands and feet were facing the sky, he immediately patted his buttocks, stood up, and yelled: "Who, fucking bullied your grandfather three times?"

As soon as he finished scolding, he suddenly saw that on the top of the attic, there was a white-bearded old man standing with his hands in his hands, with an extraordinary temperament, a book hanging from his waist, and he could vaguely see the Book of Changes.

The little monk's eyes rolled, he hurriedly stood up, his temperament suddenly changed, his hands were folded, and he bowed and saluted: "Amitabha, the little monk is buried three times, buried in the sky and buried in the ground, I have seen the predecessors, the scenery here is infinite, the younger generations will not disturb the seniors, farewell!"

The white-bearded old man slowly turned around, looked at the little monk, and said softly: "Three burials, how about chatting with my old man?"

The third burial looked at the white-bearded old man, stood quietly, and said: "Senior, the little monk still has important matters, and it is inconvenient to stay for a long time!"

The old man stroked his beard, the breeze came over, and said slowly: "I don't know how many years no one has rejected me, especially the monk, I remember the last monk who rejected me, and now there is only a pile of ashes left." ”

Sanfu's eyes froze, he slowly raised his hand, sighed, and said, "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell ......?"

The old man looked at the three burials with a smile.

The third burial suddenly grinned, and said: "Whoever loves to go to hell will go, hehe, seniors, come and come, our meeting is fate, you see how good the scenery of Yangzhou is!"

"Hehe," the old man chuckled.

Sanfu touched his bald head in embarrassment and asked, "Senior is Mr. Wuji?"

"It's me!"

Sanfu swallowed his saliva and said, "Didn't you hear that your predecessors went to Yan Kingdom?"

Mr. Wufeng leaned down and said in a low voice: "I just came back, but it seems that I have to go to the Great Light Temple again." ”

The three burials stood up and said, "Sir, I will be a monk tomorrow and I will not be a monk!"

Mr. Flawless: "......"

At this moment, Mr. Wufeng suddenly spoke slowly: "Master Chen, why don't you come and talk about it first?"

The three burials stared at the boss, under the whole world, there are countless forces, and there are not one or two people surnamed Chen who are the leaders of the alliance, but those who can be worthy of Mr. Flawless to call the leader of the Chen League, you don't have to think about it, there is only one person, Chen Tongxuan of the World Alliance.

As Mr. Wuji's words came out, a very burly middle-aged man appeared in the attic, dressed in a black robe fluttering, tiger and tiger, and arched his hand towards Mr. Wuji: "I knew that Mr. Wufeng was here, so I didn't have to rush over in such a hurry!"