Nightfall

> .. In addition to always hiding something unsent, Yuan Thirteen Arrows is the most powerful means of Ningque, which surpasses the majestic nobleness in the body. It is precisely by Yuan Thirteen Arrows that he has always faced the realm in the past A powerful enemy one level higher than himself can find hope in despair, and even make his opponent despair. o.

With the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, in the depths of the wasteland, he had just destroyed the Longqing with an arrow, and had been entangled with the Ye Hongyu who entered the Zhiming Realm for a long time. Cheng Ziqing, the two strong men who know the quality of life, he has no other way but to admit defeat.

In the past, the enemy used different methods to deal with the Yuan Thirteen Arrows. Ye Hongyu relied on meticulous terror calculation in battle. Long Qing relied on a unique experience to anticipate the enemy. Master Baoshu relied on the Buddha ’s relic, Yu Lanling Cheng Ziqing even shattered his life sword, and this method can only be used once.

However, the method used by Qi Nian is to use the bells of ancient temples to forcibly distort the space. This is a powerful method that no one can imagine. Is this the highest level of spiritual practice?

No matter how strong the willpower is, it should be desperate at this time, but Ning Que still hasn't. He once again bowed like a full moon that never existed in this world, keenly capturing the imperceptible moments in the rhythm of the ancient temple bell echoing At that moment, loosen the bowstring and shoot another arrow.

This time the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, looking for the gap in the rhythm of the bell, is equivalent to finding the space that is still smooth and true in the twisted space in front of the temple!

Faced with this arrow, Qi Nian's expression was calm and firm, his figure remained unmoved, and his meditation moved again.

Two extremely deep Buddhist gates, enlightening the endless breath of heaven and earth, were born in the air beside him, and then closed like two heavy ancient temple gates in front of them.

The iron arrow shot into the thick water-like air, showing a black lightning figure.

The speed of the iron arrow dropped sharply, rubbing against the air at high speed, and made a throbbing scream. The body of the arrow burned, emitting a pungent smell of burning, and then finally stopped.

The iron arrow floated quietly in the air, three feet away from Qi Nian's face.

Qinian frowned slightly.

The iron arrow fell from the sky.

Without waiting for this iron arrow to fall to the ground, Ning Que's third arrow arrived again.

Qi Nian could no longer resist with meditation alone. The pair of hands that had been hanging in the kapok cassock took two afterimages and closed them in front of his chest. He thought that the Buddha ceremony.

In front of him, the invisible mountain gate formed by the breath of Buddhism dragged heaven and earth. Closed tighter.

The iron arrow shot fiercely into the invisible breath mountain gate.

A tangible ripple appeared in the air in front of the temple, and then passed around in all directions.

The iron arrow is right in the center of those circles.

Every ripple. It was an impact.

Qi Nian's steadfast stone-faced face changed slightly, then pale and then reddish, and then pale again. Between Xu Yu, four times in a row, exactly the same number of ripples as the iron arrow in the air in front of him.

Ning lacks the fourth arrow.

This iron arrow was so accurate that it hit the tail of the third iron arrow unimaginably.

The two arrows collided, making a sharp sound of iron.

This iron arrow, like an extremely heavy hammer held in the hands of Brother Six, smashed **** the chopping board, slamming the third iron arrow into the air before Qi Nian !

Qi Nian Zen's heart is slightly shocked.

He lifted his heels, and the worn kapok shawl danced in the wind. Scurrying back three feet.

The sandals on his feet rubbed against the bluestone floor and spread apart, leaving three feet of debris on the ground.

At this time, the second iron arrow shot by Ning Que had just landed on the ground, making a ding sound.

The sound sounded, Qi Nian Zen was involved, and a blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

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Buddhism is walking around the world. Actually also hurt under the arrow of Yuan Thirteen!

The people in the Hou Temple looked at this scene and were shocked to speak.

Qi Nian looked at Ning Que quietly, his expression dignified, but his eyes became complicated.

Some pity. Some regrets, some compassion.

Ning Que did not know what the monk was thinking.

He just wanted to kill the monk.

So he never stopped. Prepare to continue firing the fifth arrow.

Just as he took the arrow to wind.

Qi Nian moved again.

This time his thoughts are no longer defense, but attack.

A compassionate attack is still an attack.

This is Qi Nian's first real shot today.

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A Buddha statue appeared in front of Ning Que.

He knew this was his spiritual world.

Qi Nian's meditation has come to his own sea of ​​knowledge.

Ning Que knew how powerful his thoughts were, so even if he knew that the Buddha's walking was based on the Seven Sages, the natural meditation was amazing, but he was still not afraid.

He was prepared to use his mind to crush this meditation sent by the other party mercilessly, causing a heavy blow to the other party, and even prepared to launch a counterattack through this meditation.

However, the next moment, he found that he had lost all the fighting.

Not without the will to fight, but without fighting.

In front of the golden statue of Buddha, full of compassion and peace, not just fighting, including fighting for good health, violent breath ... all the negative emotions seem to disappear.

Looking at the Buddha sitting between heaven and earth in front of him, Ning Que's state of mind was peaceful, and she could not bear any fighting heart at all.

Faintly, a voice rang in his ears.

"Put down the butcher's knife and stand up as a Buddha."

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Ning Que previously told Master Baoshu in the temple that he did not believe in Buddha.

Some people in the academy read Buddhist scriptures, and even some brothers have practiced Buddha, but if you really want to look at the deepest part, no one in Houshan believed in the Buddha, and no one even looked at the Buddhist Sect.

This deep-rooted concept started with Uncle Xiao and then carried forward in the second brother.

Ning Que followed Master Uncle, worshipped Brother II, and inherited the legacy of Master Liansheng who regarded Buddhism as a turtle, so even if he learned the Dharma in the Lanke Temple and repaired the mantra of the mantra, he was moved by Master Qishan. But it is still impossible to believe in the Buddha, and he still maintains a contemptuous attitude.

Even if there is a Buddha who dares to stand in front of him, he will shoot with an arrow and cut with a knife, not to mention. The Huanghuang Buddha statue that is now in front of him is just a fake Buddha.

Faith is the foundation of all useful works in the world.

Unbelief is the foundation of breaking the law.

Ning Que looked back at Sang Sang who was weak on his shoulders.

If there is a Buddha, this is the true Buddha.

Then he looked into his hands.

What he held was not a butcher knife, but an iron bow.

So he straightened his body and pulled his bow again.

In the deepest part of this world.

There was faint laughter from Master Liansheng.

Before the Iron Arrow, the solemn Buddha gradually disappeared.

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In Lanke Temple, only a moment passed.

Ning Que had a slight meal. After all, the fifth arrow came out.

Qi Nian looked slightly different. Then I want to understand that the disciples are all crazy and unbelievers, and can not help but sigh silently.

Ning Que's fifth arrow has no sharp arrow clusters. It's a small tin can.

In the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple, the small iron cans have been used too much.

Previously in the temple, in order to deal with Master Baoshu. He used another one.

This is the last one.

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The air waves splashed and thundered.

The monks on the stone ping of the Housi Temple were swayed by the waves, but they still maintained their postures and chanted the scriptures.

The front beam of the Buddha's temple was again impacted, and the sound of a click sounded gradually showing signs of collapse.

The extremely thick invisible mountain gate in the air was finally broken.

Countless sharp iron pieces roared past Qi Nian's body. Howling.

The worn kapok cassock became more and more worn out.

Qi Nian's body had countless blood openings, blood dripping.

However, his expression remained calm and firm.

Ning Que pulls the bow again, his hand has started to tremble a little, but his voice does not tremble a little: "I do n’t believe in evil, naturally do n’t believe in Buddha, if you do n’t really shoot, then I want to see if I can shoot you."

At this moment, the bell suddenly sounded behind the carriage!

Master Baoshu, who broke his arm, walked hard in the pool of blood, and his finger touched Yu Lanling!

Great bells in the Lanke Temple.

The Buddhist light that landed from the summit of Wa Mountain became thicker and thicker. Landed on the black carriage.

In the carriage, the **** umbrella became thinner and thinner. Umbrellas began to tremble and creak.

Under the supremacy of Buddha, it was the first time that the black umbrellas showed fear.

Sang Sang vomited blood again.

Ning Que's face was pale, Huo Ran turned and shot an arrow into the hall.

However, this arrow shot at Qi Nian's body!

Qinian didn't know when he entered the Buddha's palace.

He sat cross-legged in front of Master Baoshu, his eyes down slightly, his expression compassionate.

The dark iron arrow was piercing his chest deeply.

The tail of the arrow was still trembling at high speed, buzzing softly.

Qi Nian kept his expression unchanged, as if he could not feel the pain.

What is even more puzzling is that the powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrows could not penetrate the body of this monk!

"Do not move the dharma king body!"

Master Qishan leaned in the arms of the sea monk and looked at the iron arrow in Qi Nian's chest. He looked extremely weak, but his eyes were extremely shocked. He murmured: "Ning Que, he has become a Ming Wang Fa body ... Give up. "

Qi Nian raised his head, looked at Ning Que quietly, and shook his head.

He still didn't speak, but Ning Que understood what he meant.

"You are much stronger than the rumors, but you can't shoot me."

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Master Shu Ji sits in the pool of blood ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ His face is pale and firm, and with his remaining arm, he constantly shakes the bell.

Buddha's masterpiece, Ning Que's Sang Sang on the back, kept spitting blood. The blood in her body seemed to have been spit out. The blood spit out now is black and thick like ink.

Ning Que pulled the string and aimed at Baoshu. His face was pale, his fingers trembling slightly, and the bow string against his lips shivered, and a very thin blood was cut on his lips.

Between him and Baoshu, a monk named Qi Nian sat cross-legged.

As soon as I entered the realm of knowledge, I was able to force the Buddha Sect to walk into this situation, and force the other party to take out the dharma body regardless of the damage to the Buddha ’s heart. In the end, it proved that the academy had defeated Buddhism, and he did not embarrass the academy.

But if the ending cannot be changed, what is the point of everything?

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... to be continued ...