Martial Cultivator

The burly man had been practicing for many years. He was wearing a Buddhist Vajra that he had practiced to an extremely deep level. His whole body was filled with Buddha light. After he punched it, it shook away the wind and snow, and at the same time, it also trapped the person under the umbrella in place. Let him go.

If it were an ordinary Wangyou monk, even if he didn't feel much about the burly man in front of him, he would probably choose to avoid the punch temporarily when facing this falling punch. After all, we are both monks, and in terms of physique, I'm afraid no one can compare with the Buddhist Vajra.

His Majesty the Emperor under the umbrella was motionless. He was just holding an oil-paper umbrella and bearing the majestic punch of the Buddhist Vajra.

The umbrella surface was pressed by this powerful force, and for an instant it became like a frightened lake. Ripples continued to spread here, and the entire umbrella surface began to press downwards sharply. However, no matter what, the umbrella surface never felt like this. Ordinary oil-paper umbrellas usually break at this point, but the ribs do not break.

There is no way an oil-paper umbrella can withstand the punch of this Buddhist Vajra. The only one who can really withstand it is the Emperor Liang under the umbrella.

His expression remained unchanged, and there was not much expression on his face. Even though he looked extremely small in front of this Buddhist Vajra at this moment, he didn't care.

Whether you are strong or weak never depends on your body size.

The burly man was still unable to suppress the blow with one punch, and he naturally understood the reason. He no longer hesitated, and instantly swept his other big hand towards Emperor Daliang under the umbrella, forcing back the wind and snow. The wind of the fist instantly swept the long street. And the snow on the nearby roofs was cleared. .🅆.

This was an extremely domineering punch, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, like a golden light bursting out from the sky and the earth, competing beautifully with the white snow in the heavy snow.

The powerful fist wind shook the houses on both sides of the long street at this moment. Some exclamations suddenly sounded on both sides. Along with these exclamations, there were also the sounds of countless tiles falling into the snow. Fortunately, The snow was thick enough, so too many green tiles didn't break into pieces.

But on the street side, because the snow had been cleared and the green tiles fell, there was a continuous sound.

Emperor Liang, who had always been expressionless, finally changed his expression after hearing these noises. Under the umbrella, he suddenly stretched out a hand and patted the huge arm that was slapping towards him. .

Under that fist that shimmered with golden light, Emperor Liang's hand looked very small, but extremely powerful. As his big hand shot out, countless qi machines gathered from all directions between the heaven and the earth, because of the volume. Countless wind and snow arose, and it looked like countless snow-white air waves, hitting the golden arm in front of me one after another.

The Buddhist Vajra, which emits golden light all over its body, should not be afraid of the world.

Most of the attacks, not to mention that the Emperor Liang in front of him did not use Taoism like a monk, but only used Qi to attack, so he did not hide.

But soon he discovered his folly.

Those snow-white air waves were like the most terrifying thing in the world. When they fell on his arm, they were like a huge sledgehammer, hitting hard, and every blow had the power of thunder.

The face of the burly man was filled with countless emotions at the moment. At this moment, he looked as terrifying as the angry-eyed King Kong recorded in Buddhist classics.

He really wanted to take back his two big hands, but found that he couldn't move. The Emperor Liang, who always held an umbrella, looked into the distance lightly, then waved his sleeves, and a terrifying aura instantly hit the huge Buddhist form of Vajra, causing him to fly backwards and fall heavily at the end of the long street.

puff--

A mouthful of blood mixed with mottled gold threads was spat out by the Buddhist Vajra, and his appearance quickly shrank in an instant and returned to its original appearance.

The burly man looked at Emperor Liang with a look of disbelief. He knew that the Emperor of Liang in front of him was the best martial artist in the world. This was true. In his heyday, he could kill himself with just a raise of his hand. He did not know this at all. No doubt, but now he is obviously seriously injured and has long been less than one-tenth of his peak self. Why can he lose in an instant?

You know, I opened the Buddhist Vajra Dharma and stood ready. Every attack I made before was done with all my strength, but I didn't underestimate the Emperor Daliang in front of me at all. But even so, he was still not the enemy of the other party?

The burly man had an ugly face. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, he looked into the distance, but just for a glance, he quickly looked away, exhaled a filthy breath, and said softly, "Your Majesty is indeed amazing."

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This Emperor of Daliang probably did not show any force for many years before he left the capital of the gods and went to the north. Only by relying on his governance and control of the Daliang Dynasty, he had long been the best emperor in the hearts of most people in the Daliang Dynasty. His Majesty. But regarding his military power, not many people actually had a clear understanding of it before the Battle in the North.

A warrior who forgets his worries, this was the only thing everyone knew about Emperor Liang before the battle in the north.

even before that

, and not many people think that he will be the best martial artist in the world, a peerless strongman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Guanzhu.

But now, everything has changed.

Even the burly man who came to kill him, a Buddhist King Kong who wanted to compete with his opponent with his physical strength, also sincerely praised him when facing the Emperor of Liang.

Emperor Liang raised his head, he was naturally great.

Everything he has done in his life has clearly told the world that he is amazing.

"You have already agreed that you should die first to see how much strength I have left."

Emperor Liang's voice sounded extremely cold as it passed through the wind and snow.

The burly man laughed and said, "It would be a blessing to go to Jiuyou hand in hand with His Majesty."

Emperor Liang said indifferently, "Why are you so confident?"

The burly man sighed and said, "Your Majesty is too strong, and the poor monk can only use words to embolden him."

After saying this, the burly man stood up slowly. The arm that had been hit hard by Emperor Liang's force was actually already scarred. He did not look at the miserable condition of the arm, but stretched out his fingers, put them together, and drew a crack from top to bottom from the center of his eyebrows. Blood slowly flowed out from the crack, and soon it dripped onto the burly man. On the upper body of the man's body, as blood dripped, golden veins began to appear under the skin of the man's chest, like a spider web that continued to expand on the surface of his body.

Emperor Liang looked at this scene and did not hesitate. His whole figure suddenly swept forward. Before the Buddhist Vajra could move, he had already arrived in front of him.

The burly man was suddenly startled, and before he could react, he met Emperor Liang's eyes.

It was a pair of eyes with a vast world in them.

He raised his hand and dropped it with countless breaths.

The burly man had his hands stretched out in front of him.

There was a loud bang!

The long street shattered, and the burly man who had just stood up had to kneel down on one knee. His face showed both shock and fear.

Emperor Liang looked at him and said calmly, "If I really let you show it, it would be a bit troublesome."

His eyesight is no worse than anyone else in the world. He can naturally see that if this Buddhist Vajra is allowed to do what he wants to do, things will be a little troublesome. If there is only this person, it will be fine, but the facts have proved that if he wants to kill him of,

It never comes alone.

Although the golden veins on the burly man's body were still there, when he couldn't stand up, they became dim and seemed to have stagnated.

Emperor Liang always placed one hand on the burly man's hands, and then said with a smile, "The swordsmen in the world are all romantic figures, why bother hiding, it's boring."

As he said these words, the sound of swords suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

When the blind old swordsman who had been staying on the roof in the distance heard this, he no longer hesitated, tiptoed, and instantly flew to the sky. At the same time, the sword box behind him and the cloth wrapped around it suddenly broke at this moment. If you look carefully, you can see that the breaks in the cloth strips are all very neat, and they must have been cut with sharp tools.

There are all kinds of magical weapons between heaven and earth, but in terms of sharpness, only flying swords rule the roost!

The sword has not come out of the box, but the sword energy is already overwhelming.

The blind old swordsman flew into the air, his clothes were flying, and he said calmly, "There are four flying swords in my box. Half a dozen swords have not been taken out of the box. Now that I have met such an outstanding person as your majesty, please take a look at these flying swords." Is Jiazi Kendo different from the past and can His Majesty use all his strength?"

Emperor Daliang did not turn around, but said calmly, "The four flying swords cannot cut off my head."

The blind old swordsman didn't speak. He just recited a sword secret in his heart, and then slowly spoke out, "Back then, I went up to the mountain to practice swordsmanship. When I was only a few years old, I was still a child. I met my mentor in the mountains. The mentor gave me a flying sword, named "Flying Sword". It’s a new mirror, and the sword is as clear as a mirror. It’s the flying sword that I keep closest to me.”

After he finished speaking, a flying sword with a clear blade flew out of the sword box. As he said, the blade of the flying sword was as clear as a mirror.

Emperor Liang glanced at the burly man, shook his head and said, "This swordsman is much stronger than you."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and drove the burly man back hundreds of feet, and then slowly turned around.

Emperor Liang raised his head, but still did not throw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this sword is a sword that I learned when I entered the swordsmanship hall. The name of the sword is the name of the sword. Your Majesty, please enlighten me!"

As the blind old swordsman said these words, the flying sword named Xinjing flew through the air, passed through the wind and snow, and with great sword energy, it flew towards Emperor Daliang.

The sword light seemed to be able to illuminate the world at this moment.

Emperor Liang looked at the sword light in the sky and said with a smile, "What a sword."