Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

The heroic sword, the sword weighs one pound and seven two three dollars, it is forged from a bronze stone that is half stone and half copper, and it is a divine weapon with awe-inspiring righteousness and eternal might.

With Jiang Hao’s Confucianism, it is the most suitable!

“Is it Confucianism? Is it right? Is it magic or not? ”

“There are also Buddha and Martial Dao, one of them is weak, but it is a real existence!”

“How can there be anyone in the world, practicing the five paths? Doesn’t it conflict? ”

The five great bodhisattvas were shocked in their hearts, the five paths of initiates, never existed in ancient and modern times, no wonder a golden immortal can have such combat power, I am afraid that it is not only invincible in the same realm, but also cross-border battle, it is estimated that it is also easy!

In particular, there are those endless means and hole cards, and they are faintly pressed, and they have a feeling that they can’t breathe.

“Fight again!”

Jiang Hao took the initiative to attack, this sword was upright, the mighty energy lasted forever, a sword cut out, as if coming from outside the sky, across the endless void, and instantly appeared in front of Puxian Bodhisattva, Dashi Supreme Bodhisattva, Sun and Moon Light Bodhisattva, Endless Intention Bodhisattva, Baotan Hua Bodhisattva, five people.

“Kill!”

The Buddha umbrella in the hand of the Bodhisattva of Endless Intention shines, and the Buddha light and the umbrella blade spins drippingly, flowing murderous qi, this is a true Dharma weapon, and the divine energy fluctuates violently.

Baotanhua Bodhisattva also made a move, she stretched out a palm and gently crushed it in the void, and the sword qi was instantly worn out.

Puxian Bodhisattva, Dashi to Bodhisattva, Sun and Moon Light Bodhisattva, joined hands to attack, and the Buddha Qi condensed into a world-destroying millstone and crushed it.

“Heaven asks nine swords!”

The sword qi was eliminated, Jiang Hao raised his hand and cut out a knife to resist, and the snowy sword force slashed over, this time it was even more terrifying, forcing a group of bodhisattvas to strike with all their strength, golden light everywhere, sword radiance everywhere.

The two sides fought a great war, the sun and moon of the war were without light, and the heavens and the earth were colorless.

Suddenly, Jiang Hao couldn’t help but retreat as if he had been struck by lightning, and someone secretly cast a magical secret method, penetrating through the void, injuring his Yuan God.

“Ahem!”

Jiang Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood again, and I don’t know when, his palms holding the sword were full of blood, and his body was covered with injuries.

“Is it too reluctant to fight across borders, with one enemy and five?”

Jiang Hao’s cold gaze scanned the surroundings, and several Arhat Venerables were looking at him and smiling sarcastically, eight or nine did not leave ten, just now secretly attacked, there must be their share.

“I slaughtered you first, I am killing the Bodhisattva!”

Jiang Hao glared angrily, the next moment, the murderous aura was like a sea, he moved, turned into a streamer and swooped in, and the light of the sword in his hand skyrocketed at this moment.

A real life and death battle, there is no room for the slightest respite, there will be no unnecessary words, once the fire of war is ignited, then it will not die!

“There is a knife without a heart, and the knife distorts me; Yes. The knife lacks edge; Have a heart and a knife, and reach the pinnacle; No heart and no knife, invincible in the world! ”

The supreme heavenly sword mysteries appeared in Jiang Hao’s hands, which was a step that even the heavenly sword Song failed to take.

A heavenly knife phantom condensed above Jiang Hao’s head, in front of this heavenly knife, even the river of stars was dim, this knife had an indescribable divinity, it seemed that all the light in the world would be lost in front of it.

“If you can’t beat the bodhisattva, you will come to me and wait for trouble?”

“Oh, it seems that I am really underestimated!”

The Arhat Venerables chuckled, they struck together with the hundreds of Arhats behind them, and at this moment they used their strongest means to carry out the final duel and bombard Jiang Hao.

The boundless Buddha qi, with the power of merit and faith, condensed into a huge arhat phantom, up to ten thousand zhang, covering the sky, golden light, full of Buddha power.

“Demon!”

As hundreds of arhats burst into drink together, the sky-shading arhat phantom strode forward, and then a huge golden palm print slammed down towards Jiang Hao in the face of the sword light.

The knife was terrifying, directly tearing a corner of the shadow of the heaven-shading arhat, and suddenly made a certain part of the blood monstrous, and many arhats were cut into meat mud by a knife, and instantly annihilated.

The Heaven-Shading Arhat Shadow was only cut off a corner, and most of its power was still bombarded on Jiang Hao’s body.

In an instant, blood splashed, half of Jiang Hao’s body was burst, the shocking knife in his right hand fell to the ground, and blood was scattered in the world like rain.

“Wow!”

Jiang Hao coughed up a mouthful of blood again, his face was as pale as paper, and he stumbled backwards above the firmament.

“Go! Let’s go! ”

Sun Wukong roared up to the sky, he struggled, but he was still suppressed by the burning lamp ancient Buddha, and the light of Pudu Buddha kept shining on him, making him very painful.

On the same side, the golden cicada and Shakya Rulai also fought, the golden cicada is completely a lifeless fight, and Shakya Rulai always releases water at critical moments, only to hit hard rather than kill.

“With a golden immortal, you are famous enough to be famous until now!”

“Don’t think that those saints of Confucianism will come to save you, don’t forget, this is Xitian Bliss!”

“You still have a chance to take refuge in my Buddha now!”

A group of bodhisattvas and arhats surrounded Jiang Hao, and on the sky dome not far away, there were continuous explosions, obviously there were strong people fighting.

“Convert you, die!”

Jiang Hao spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, and then took out several pieces of rice paper from his arms, this time there was no need to deliberately bleed, directly wiped the blood on his body, and instantly replenished it.

Title: “Ancient Style”

Sword double dragon, snowflake shining hibiscus. The essence shoots into the heavens and the earth, and the thunder is indispensable.

Go to the gold box, fly and sink and lose phase. The wind has been raging for a long time, so it is submerged.

Wu water is deep, and Chu Shan is thousand-heavy. Male and female will not be separated, and the fetish will meet.

The poetry became the town country, the two states sounded, the Confucian sound penetrated the nine skies, and the Confucian qi shocked the heavens and the earth.

This is a sword poem, I saw that the sword was full of thousands of ways, all gathered on the heroic sword in Jiang Hao’s hand, and a sword was cut out, dignified and terrifying.

The bodhisattvas and arhats did not react, and they saw the deer arhat and the arhat holding the bowl, and the two arhats were killed by a sword, they wanted to hide and could not dodge, because this is a Confucian sword!!

“Eight Nine Xuangong, turn!”

Grabbing a group of bodhisattvas and arhats, the moment he was stunned, Jiang Hao once again let out a burst of drink, and the divine skill was five turns: flesh and blood derived, but in a moment, new flesh and blood bones grew back, white as jade, brilliant as glass.

“My spine hasn’t bent yet!”

“My legs are not on my knees!”

“My blood is still hot!”

Jiang Hao was stained with blood, and he pointed his sword at everyone, proud of the world: “Where did you get the courage?” Think I’m defeated! It seems that it is still my sword, and there is not enough Buddha blood stained! ”

Fishy wind is the drift of slaughter. Blood rain is the forced condensation of cold killing. Everyone in the confrontation was speechless, only the sword in his hand, which said clearly.

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