Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 460 Heavenly Magic Body vs Bodhisattva Dharma Body!

   "Town!"

  A sound like a bell resounded throughout a radius of tens of miles.

  This voice is indifferent, compassionate, and thick.

  Like the mantra of Buddha.

  The word "town" is not a simple word.

  It is also the Buddhist sound attacking supernatural powers.

  The Buddha's light shone in the void, and many people who stabbed them involuntarily closed their eyes.

  Jueyuan's face was neither sad nor happy, standing in the void and slowly extending his right palm.

  The giant palms gathered behind him also moved accordingly.

  The corners of Zhang Jing's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a fanatical smile.

  This is enough!

   The opponents I faced before were basically eliminated with a few blows, and there was no fun in fighting at all.

   And Zhang Jing has never liked ink marks, and he always solves them as soon as possible.

  Now the pressure that Monk Jueyuan brought to him not only did not make him back down, but made him face up to the difficulties.

  What should I do in the face of a strong enemy?

   Crush him!

   Without a heart of martial arts that is not afraid, how could Zhang Jing be able to reverse the Jindan?

  Strong enemies are both pressure and motivation for Zhang Jing.

   "Slay the sky!"

   Zhang Jing held the Red Dust Knife with one hand, and suddenly shot out into the void.

  Several golden giant palms gradually condensed following Jue Yuan's movements.

  The people from the rivers and lakes gathered in a radius of more than ten miles were staring at the situation in the field.

  One side was suppressed by the giant palm of the Buddha covering the sky, trying to annihilate that demonic monster directly in the void.

  One side did not retreat and rushed towards the black figure with a knife in one hand.

   There was silence in the field, as if frozen.

  The top-notch sect leader clenched his fists, looking at the frozen picture with a serious expression.

  In his eyes, the figure who was still resolutely rushing towards the Buddha seemed to exude an aura.

   An aura that is not afraid of anything despite death, as if nothing can stop it.

  He was overwhelmed by that overwhelming aura, and even couldn't help worrying about that thin figure.

   "Boom"

  A sound like a sky crash exploded.

  The giant palm of the Buddha, which was as large as a hundred feet, seemed to directly suppress the figure.

   After the explosion, there was a moment of silence.

  Jueyuan let out a sigh of relief on his indifferent face.

  The devil in front of him put too much pressure on him,

   "Suppressed?" The first-class master stared at the huge giant palm in the void.

   "No, it can't be that simple," he suddenly shook his head secretly.

   That black figure was clearly the one who took the initiative to intercept and kill the monk.

  How could it be so easy to lose?

  Heads are not given in this way.

   Before he can continue to think about it.

   "click."

  A slight cracking sound suddenly came from the void.

  The sound seemed very soft, but people in a radius of more than ten miles could hear it clearly, as if it was right next to their ears.

   "click.click"

  The sound is getting louder and denser.

   Jue Yuan's eyes suddenly shrank deeply, and he put his eyes on the giant palm.

  At this moment, the golden Buddha's giant palm was already dimmed.

  It is covered with dense cracks.

   "Boom"

  The giant palm shattered, Zhang Jing rushed out with a knife, and slashed at Jue Yuan.

  It seems that there are many introductions, but only a few moments passed in the field.

   Jue Yuan propped up a golden lotus in front of him to cover himself.

  But in a hurry, it is impossible to completely block it.

  The golden lotus shattered, and Jue Yuan retreated hundreds of meters.

  A deep scar was left on the shoulder, and light golden blood flowed out slowly.

  The blood was originally bright red, but under the reflection of Jue Yuan's body, it turned into light golden blood.

  He has practiced for hundreds of years, and naturally he has dabbled in some Buddhist body protection skills.

   It’s just that it’s not so profound, even the awareness is not comparable.

   After cutting out with a knife, Zhang Jing did not stop, but took advantage of the victory to pursue.

   "Holy Buddha seal!"

   Jue Yuan didn't have time to heal his wounds, so he hurriedly blasted out a series of Buddha seals to resist Zhang Jing's burst of sword light.

  Every bombardment is like a thunder exploding.

  The ground under the two of them has been devastated beyond recognition.

   There are ravines and huge palm prints.

   Originally, this was the official road, but now it is a ruin.

  If it is in the city, half of the city will be destroyed by them.

   Even the aftermath of the fight between the great masters of Jindan is beyond the reach of ordinary mortals.

  Back then, when the White Lotus Sect and others rioted in the imperial city, even though the imperial city formation was reinforced, a large number of people still died.

  Feeling the constant pain from his shoulder, Jue Yuan gritted his teeth, his face extremely serious.

  If he hadn't practiced the Buddhist body protection golden body, I'm afraid Zhang Jing would cut him into two halves immediately.

   But even so, he was still greatly damaged.

   As the magic knives were cut out, Mr. Zhang looked very flat, but the joy in his eyes revealed his mood at the moment.

   Such an evenly matched bombardment made every cell in his body feel very excited.

   It has been a long time since he has fought so happily.

  The large amount of cultivation obtained through refining the panacea, and under his compression again and again, gradually cut off the vain breath.

  The golden elixir at the dantian is even more introverted.

  Seven natural lines climb on the golden core, adding a mystery to it.

   Jue Yuan's gaze changed, and he knew that there was no longer any delay, and a quick decision must be made.

   Otherwise, he will surely die in the hands of this demonic monster in front of him.

  The knife wound on the shoulder affected him all the time, and that guy was already gradually suppressing him.

   If he can't fight back, he will be tortured to death.

  Thinking of this, Jue Yuan put **** of his right hand together and tapped on the Lingtai.

  In an instant, Jue Yuan's energy and blood began to burn, and his somewhat sluggish aura was rising steadily.

  A bodhisattva phantom over a hundred feet high was propped up by Jue Yuan.

  The vitality of heaven and earth within a radius of several miles continued to fill, and the phantom of the bodhisattva continued to solidify.

   "Bodhisattva Dharma Body? Hehe, let's try which one is stronger and weaker."

   Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes, and then stepped out.

  The situation between the heaven and the earth suddenly changed, and the magic energy continued.

   Behind him also propped up a phantom of a hundred feet tall demon god.

  The energy and blood in the whole body are constantly being lost, and the dantian in the body is turning faster and faster.

  The two huge phantoms continued to solidify, and at the same time, the blood on the faces of Zhang Jing and Jue Yuan became less and less.

  It takes a lot of energy to prop up the dharma body.

  If Zhang Jing didn't have a big stomach to supplement consumption at any time, he would not use this trick.

  Seeing that Zhang Jing also propped up the Dharma Body, Jue Yuan squinted his eyes.

   A trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

   This dharma body is very rare among the top schools, and only after reaching the peak of Jindan, will you gradually come into contact with this thing.

   After all, it involves the realm of heaven and man.

   "Cut!"

   Zhang Jing's red eyes slashed down with a long knife in his hand, and the phantom of the demon **** behind him also moved.

  Jueyuan's eyes shoot out golden light, and the Bodhisattva body behind him is an eight-armed Bodhisattva.

  The eight arms were gradually raised, and followed Jue Yuan's movements to directly suppress them.

   The violent heaven and earth vitality continued to riot, and there were bursts of thunder.

  There are only two colors above the void, one is the ultimate golden Buddha light.

  One is the deep dark magic energy.

   "Zi Zi Zi"

  The magic energy and the Buddha's light are like water meeting fire. The two cancel each other out and make continuous sounds.

   Before the outcome is decided, no one knows whether the Buddha is one foot tall or the devil is one foot tall.

   "Is this the mighty power of the Great Master of Golden Core?" The first-class gang leader murmured looking at the scene in front of him that seemed to be the end of the world.

   This is really scary!

  Golden pills are all like this, so how strong should the heavenly beings who are rumored to be crossing the rivers and lakes be?

  He didn't know that.

  He only knew that he might never forget what happened today.

  The center of the confrontation seemed to have been washed away by missiles.

  A large pit of hundreds of feet appeared in front of everyone.

  The ground cracked thousands of feet, and all the trees had disappeared.

  All were destroyed by the aftermath.

  The news of the fight here spread at an extremely fast speed when Zhang Jing and Jue Yuan first fought.

  On weekdays, there are not many fights in the innate realm, and it is even said to be a fight between the great masters of Jindan.

  Many people held the feeling that they would be taken as disciples if they were spotted by senior Jindan, and frantically rushed to the place where they would fight, for fear of falling behind others.

  Jueyuan's appearance at this moment is extremely miserable, his legs have gone nowhere, and an extremely deep knife mark on his body extends from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.

  There is no trace of blood on his face, and the gray beard on his face has long since disappeared.

   Looks younger.

   And Zhang Jing's image is better than him, but not too much better.

  The hair bun that was originally **** has been scattered, and there are traces of dark blood at the corner of the mouth.

  His handsome face turned a little **** under the refinement of a large number of elixir.

  Ragged clothes are just right.

   There is no such thing as a three-good student or an excellent class leader.

   "As I said, I'm here to kill you simply, you see, I will do what I say," Zhang Jing chuckled.

   "Devil, who are you?" Jue Yuan stared fixedly at Zhang Jing's mask, feeling a little familiar in his heart.

   "It doesn't matter who I am, you will know when you die," Zhang Jing stretched out a stream of light with a single palm and slowly flowed.

  It is impossible to reveal his identity. If the old monk has something behind him, wouldn't his assassination be superfluous?

  Let Lingshan investigate slowly. When he finds out, he will probably be in the realm of heaven and man.

   At that time, it is not certain who will trouble whom.

   "Hehe. Arrogant," Jueyuan on the ground sneered when he heard the words of the person in front of him.

  He is dead, how can he not pull the demonic monster in front of him?

  The sentence I asked just now was just because I didn’t want to be a wronged ghost.

   After finishing speaking, Jue Yuan's right hand went straight into his belly, and took out a golden pill that exuded a stream of light, and then touched one of the Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

   That's "Relic!"

  (end of this chapter)