The smile on the Laughing Buddha's face disappeared.
But when he realized that the swordsman in front of him was in the early stage of fusion, a smile appeared on his face again.
"Amitābha." He put his hands together, looked kind and gentle, and said with lowered eyes: "I guess you are..."
Huh——!
A flash of sword light flew by, and 놌Shang놅's head flew high into the air.
Chen Huai'an stood up straight and held the sword. The half-unsheathed Black Scale Sword slowly returned to its sheath.
The Laughing Buddha's body flashed backwards, and its head and body were reconnected. The smile on his face remained, but it looked a little colder.
He took a deep breath, bowed politely, and finished what he had not yet said: "You are the ancestor of Jian Pavilion, right? I am a humble monk, but I have never heard of your name."
Chen Huai'an took a step forward, and the Black Scale Sword was half unsheathed again.
Huh——!
Leng Chanxin agreed, but as soon as he raised his hand, his body was cut into two evenly spaced pieces.
His body recovered again, and anger appeared on his smiling face: "Sir, don't go too far!"
Huh——!
The Black Scale Sword was unsheathed three times.
The dense sword energy cut Shang into countless pieces.
When it was restored, the Smiling Buddha was no longer smiling.
Chen Huai'an stood in front of Wang Shang, less than half a meter away from him, and sneered, "Move again, and try?"
Leng Chanxin's face twitched, and his kind eyes gradually twisted into angry ones. His face was as black as ink, and his head grew red hair like flames. He shouted angrily, "Anger!"
Boom! A huge Dharma image rose up.
Three heads and arms, with three faces representing anger, crying and joy, black faces and fangs.
Each of his arms holds a steel fork, he wears golden armor, and Buddha's light shines behind him.
Unlike Zhou Xuanzi's Dharma image, Leng Chanxin's body has been integrated with the Dharma image. He is the Dharma image, the Dharma image is him, and it is also his Tao. This power is not only more powerful than many other things, but also makes up for the shortcoming that the body will be attacked after the Dharma image is opened.
The Dharma image at this moment is the truly perfect Dharma image.
It is also one of the characteristics of a strong person in the fusion stage.
"You forced the poor monk to go on a killing spree! You are just an early stage fusion, who do you think you are!?"
After he finished speaking, he raised a steel fork, stirring up a strong wind, and smashed it towards Chen Huai'an with a shocking force like a broken pillar.
At this moment, Zhou Xuanzi, who had landed in front of the villa, had already woken up. Looking at the huge black image that blocked out the sun, his face turned pale, and he quickly sent a message to the Smiling Buddha:
"Senior, Luoyan Manor is the foundation of our Dan Sect, please don't start a war here!"
The big black Dharma image turned 180 degrees in anger and stared at Zhou Xuanzi, his eyes blazing with flames as he roared, "Who the hell are you? How dare you teach me how to do things? Get lost!"
The pressure from the fusion stage fell on Zhou Xuanzi along with the roar, adding insult to injury. He spurted out blood and fell to his knees.
In the rental house, Chen Huaian sneered and recharged 88,000, and then recharged 188,000. Above the clouds, Chen Huaian opened his eyes filled with sword light and indifference and met the steel fork.
One step forward, mid-stage of fusion.
Going a step further, the later stage of fusion.
Huh——!
The black scale sword was unsheathed and fell into 놇's hand.
"Disciple, Master is in a good mood today, so keep an eye on my sword!"
In the flying boat, Li Qingran, who was holding his master, had his eyes brightened, and he stared at the peerless swordsman facing the big black Dharma image without blinking.
In her heart.
That tall and straight figure is 꽭.
It's invincible!
"In May, the mountains are covered with snow, and it is cold without flowers!"
Chen Huai'an held the sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword facing the enemy. His momentum was rising steadily, and his spiritual energy was gathering towards the black scale sword, making the blade brighter and brighter.
In front of Luoyan Villa, snow is flying all over the ground, but there is no chill in the snow.
"Is it snowing?"
"It's not snowy yet..."
The monks were astonished to see the snow falling from the sky.
On the flying boat, Liu Yuanqing took a piece of flying snow. His fingers felt a stinging pain. His pupils shrank and his voice trembled: "This, this is not snow, this is sword power... Sword power turns into snow!"
He looked up into the sky, but couldn't see Chen Huai'an clearly.
I heard the swordsman chanting in the sky:
"I have heard the sound of the flute, but I have never seen the beauty of spring."
Sword raised.
Huh——!
A sword light flew out, piercing through the entire sky.
Wherever it passed, the void above and below was misaligned and distorted, and the violent sword intent tore apart the thousand-mile-circle cloud layer, and along with the torn apart, it also smashed down a steel fork.
"you……"
The cold Zen heart is greatly shocked.
He felt a deadly threat from the tiny figure.
Later stage of fusion!
This sword cultivator is actually in the late stage of fusion? !
When did it happen?
His magical power can clearly see through any cultivator's hidden realm.
Why didn't I see through this person?
"At dawn, I fight to the sound of golden drums; at night, I sleep with my jade saddle in my arms."
In front of the big black statue, the man in white was dancing with a sword in hand.
Every time a move was made, a white shadow holding a sword was left behind, either standing, sitting, lying, leaning, holding a sword, or walking forward with the sword.
In just a moment, there were already thousands of troops!
The last sword.
Chen Huai'an's eyes were fixed on Leng Zen's heart.
Leng Chanxin met that sharp gaze and turned and ran away.
"Run now? Too late!"
The ninth move of the Green Lotus Sword Classic - Slashing the Orchid.
The last sword is extremely powerful.
But if you want to activate the last sword, you need a long preparation. According to the game skills, the third stage of the skill is too long, and you need to release the first two stages to activate it.
Leng Chanxin couldn’t withstand the first part, nor did he stop the second part.
So, he is going to die.
Chen Huai'an holds the black scale sword in his hand and points it at the cold Zen mind.
Behind him are thousands of troops and horses, with swords galloping.
"I wish to draw the sword from my waist, and just... chop down Lou Lan!"
Bang bang——!
Ten thousand men drew their swords, and the sword energy reached the sky.
Countless sword qi merged and condensed into a white rainbow that instantly caught up with the big black silk Dharma image and pierced it. The sword qi exploded in all directions, and the big black silk Dharma image was torn to pieces.
Leng Chanxin fell from the air, his body covered with sword marks and blood, and he crashed in front of Dan Sect's leader Zhou Xuanzi.
Chen Huai'an stepped down from the air and walked up to Leng Chanxin with a sword in hand.
"Senior, please spare my life, senior, please spare my life! I was blind for a moment, I was blind for a moment, no offense..." Leng Chanxin still had a breath left, looking at Chen Huaian who was walking towards him, his whole body was cold.
When did Jian Ge have such a powerful sword master?
I've never heard of it.
One sword broke his Dharma image weapon.
With another sword, he tore his Dharma image into pieces.
Such strength... is terrifying!
"Why, Xiaoshang, are you scared?"
"I'm scared, I'm scared..."
"You're not scared." Chen Huai'an brushed past Leng Chanxin and sneered, "Oh, you just realized that you're going to die."
Snap——!
The Black Scale Sword is sheathed.
A slight breeze blew by.
Leng Chan was stunned for a moment, a tearing pain spread throughout his body, and the light in his eyes gradually dissipated.
The next second, his body turned into powder.
Tick, tick, tick——
Zhou Xuanzi knelt in a pool of blood, and his body trembled with every step Chen Huaian took. But no matter how much he didn't want to face it, the man still walked up to him.
Zhou Xuanzi raised his eyes.
The white-haired sword master in front of him smiled, and actually looked a little kind.
"Master Zhou, I am destined to be with you!"
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