Chapter 125: The Golden Bell Jar is not even as good as paper!

Almost the entire Cangzhou Cheng people saw this sword qi that rose to the sky. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The majestic sword intent almost shook the entire Cangzhou.

In the ring, there are only a few people left in the ring, and after seeing the thirty zhang sword qi, he knows that even if he counts the back hand, he can't win, and even the people who can't pick up the cheap ones basically get out of the ring, people, always spare their lives. If it is possible, it is natural to go back and fight, but if it is impossible, I am afraid that few people will really come forward.

And these people dared to stay, naturally they all had amazing karma, Bu Zhijun swept through everyone, and held a sword trick with his fingers, and the sword qi of more than thirty zhang shrank instead.

But seeing this scene, a few people who were still on the stage had a little more solemnity in their eyes, and it didn't necessarily mean that they were strong and flexible, but for these real masters, it was easier to deal with. How big is a person's body, and how fast can he wield a thirty-zhang sword qi.

Therefore, when the sword qi in Bu Zhijun's hand was completely reduced to three feet, it was already almost condensed into substance, and even those people could see the lines on the blade of the sword, the carving on the handle, and even the tassel on the sword spike.

Terrifying, Bu Zhijun has been hiding the front for ten years, and this sword is the sword that has been hidden in his body for more than ten years!

Among the remaining people, the most surprising is a young man who looks very ordinary, his clothes are very new, but his boots are old, his person is very energetic, but his eyes are a little lazy, his sword spike is very new, but the scabbard is old. Wait a minute, that sword? Bu Zhijun was slightly stunned, that sword turned out to be.

I didn't expect that person's heir to come out too? The most famous swordsman on the rivers and lakes thirty years ago was only more than ten years later than the one in Wanmei Villa.

At this moment, there are a total of five people standing on the stage, including Bu Zhijun.

The one from the Five Poisons Sect stood in the east, the little monk stood in the south, the lazy-eyed young man leaned against the flagpole in the west with his sword, and the last one was a young man wearing the costume of the Huashan Sect.

They didn't get together with each other, this was a ring after all, and they didn't dare to trust each other casually, even if they had to eliminate Bu Zhijun first.

"Poor monk, Mingxin, donor, please give advice. "The little monk is not very old, but his mind is very delicate, the four of them, no one has just made the first move, and they are all estimating Bu Zhijun. And procrastination is obviously very good for them, according to normal speaking, Bu Zhijun's behavior of condensing sword qi with internal force and then releasing it all the time, although the effect of pretending to be forced is perfect, but the consumption of internal force will definitely not be small.

It's a pity that they don't know that even if Bu Zhijun has been condensing this sword qi and condensing the long sword, he will not lose his internal strength. The reason is very simple, Bu Zhijun is already a half-step master of refining void at the moment, the internal force of the two veins in his body is self-contained, and his sword qi has already been stored in his body, and when it is used at this moment, it will not consume additional internal force.

The little monk Mingxin is Mingyuan's junior brother, Mingyuan should have been recommended to participate in the Cangzhou competition this time, but he was robbed by a girl he knew since he was a child. Don't ask me why the monk was abducted by the girl, don't you know if the ancient Buddha shows cp? (cough cough, there are book friends who say that there is English in the book, look at it well, English is all I said, and it has nothing to do with the characters in it)

"Oh, is the little master coming first?" Bu Zhijun looked at the little monk, a rather childish face, a little monk who was more cute.

This little monk should be from Praruotang, and it seems that he should be from an orthodox background, and he is the most upright Shaolin descendant. The pores are shrinking, and the eyes are shining, it seems that he should have cultivated the Shaolin Praruotang secret technique, King Kong does not damage the body.

"Since the little master has studied King Kong not to damage the body, he must be better at defense. So, I'll strike first. Bu Zhijun didn't know what Gu Yuqing was looking for him, but listening to the other party's tone, I was afraid that it was not a good thing, since this was the case, then fight, there were only three or four people left and right, solve it as soon as possible, and then go back and take a look.

The little monk Mingxin clasped his hands together and whispered a Buddha name to Bu Zhijun, and the skin on his body began to become golden and yellow, as if it was made of pure gold. It's just that his clothes are just ordinary monk's robes, which gives him a little less style.

The step knowledge of the monarch body method is not extremely fast, but it is not slow, compared with the top body methods such as the Sunflower Treasure Book, Ling Bo Weibu, and the Blood Sea Fragrance, it is naturally not as special and fast as those top masters.

But do you need to beat a monk from Shaolin very quickly? No, the opponent's King Kong is not bad, and the defense can be regarded as the top body protection technique in the rivers and lakes.

Although Shaolin also has a peerless first-class light skill, crossing the river with a reed, but that is bound to the Yijin Sutra, and it is difficult to exert the unique effect of the peerless first-class light skill without cultivating the Yijin Sutra.

It's a very simple way to attack, just raise your hand and stab directly, and no one will think it's a very strong move. The simplest and most direct thorn can be used by anyone who practices a sword. With such a simple stab, a cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the little monk Mingxin who confirmed that he was facing this sword.

He not only cultivated the Vajra Incorruptible Body Divine Skill, but also cultivated the Golden Bell Jar.

It is not the first three layers of the golden bell jar on the rotten streets of the rivers and lakes, but the real peerless level of martial arts, the golden bell jar of the thirteenth entrance! Since the entire Shaolin was built, only Bodhidharma has cultivated to the thirteenth layer of the golden bell jar!

Naturally, he didn't have the ability to Dharma, and his golden bell jar had only cultivated to the ninth layer. It belongs to the state of Xiaocheng, but only this state of Xiaocheng is enough to resist a lot of damage by relying on the external internal force shield. For example, some non-physical damage such as sword qi and sword rays.

But originally, with his martial arts, he had already discovered that the sword qi in Bu Zhijun's hand was not quite right, but in his mind, the most that the sword qi was more condensed, and it was impossible to break his shield casually.

However, the moment Bu Zhijun raised his hand, when his golden bell qi wall touched the edge of the sword qi that Bu Zhijun's hand was three feet away, Mingxin's cold sweat instantly stayed along his forehead.

Like a punctured balloon, his wall of qi didn't even play a role in blocking it in the slightest. Even the other three people in the ring could hear the slight cracking sound.

Smack, Bu Zhijun's fingers didn't even pause slightly, and continued to move forward, the little monk took a deep breath, and the power of the whole body was operating to a limit, and the power of the third layer of King Kong was not bad, hoping that he could block this sword. It's just that he doesn't even have much confidence in himself, and the third layer of King Kong's Immortal Divine Skill can only be regarded as slightly stronger than the golden bell jar of the ninth layer, and he can even resist the slash of the divine weapon in terms of defense against weapons.