The God and Buddha are actually me

Moonlit night.

Pei Qingchi and Pei Qianhuo, the senior brother and sister, have finished their training. Their eyes sparkle with sword light as they walk towards Zhang Jiuyang's residence.

As they walk, the sword intent on the two becomes stronger and stronger, and the sword box on Pei Qingchi's back keeps making sword sounds.

"Senior brother, you must be alert later and don't be careless. Brother Zhang has become stronger."

"Don't worry. For this battle, I have eaten a lot of famous swords. Now I am full of sword energy. Jin Hong is excited."

Pei Qianhuo rubbed his stomach, and his eyes, which were always lazy, became solemn and sharp.

As a swordsman, it was the first time he met someone as interesting as Zhang Jiuyang, someone who made him so eager to challenge.

When they met some time ago, the three of them sat and talked about the Dao, each with his own style, but only a dozen days later, he actually had a kind of admiration for the sword in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

Before, the three of them said, let's see who will be the first peak of the sword in the future.

In his eyes, Zhang Jiuyang now looked like a sword mountain, towering and unreachable.

This made him, as the descendant of the Sword Pavilion, extremely excited. He didn't care what secrets Zhang Jiuyang had. He just wanted to have a good fight.

"Brother, what do you think Brother Zhang is doing now?"

"Of course, he must be recuperating and adjusting his breathing, getting to the peak state to meet our challenge. Maybe he is practicing swordsmanship."

"After all, we are the descendants of the Sword Pavilion, and it's two against one. With the combination of Shaoguang and Jinhong swords, even the fifth realm can compete with it for a short time!"

Pei Qianhuo's voice was very confident. Feelings are feelings, and you can only know how it is after fighting.

Pei Qingchi nodded, and a ripple appeared in her eyes as clear as ice and snow. She was also very curious whether the second swordsman in the world could block the combination of her and her brother's swords.

"Brother, if we win later, remember to keep your mouth shut and don't offend others."

"I know, I know."

"And Brother Zhang is the first friend we met after we went down the mountain. Remember to be tactful when you attack later--"

Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly condensed, and her slender white fingers pressed on the sword box. The sword in the box suddenly rang loudly, and clear sword lights shone through the gaps.

Pei Qianhuo raised his sword finger, and the golden rainbow sword pill was surging in his dantian. He seemed to have become a sword and became extremely sharp.

Boom!

There was a roar in Zhang Jiuyang's room, and then the door broke, and a figure flew out like a cannonball, smashing big trees, and finally plowing a deep gully on the ground, just stopping at their feet.

It was a figure in white, but the skin under the white clothes was flowing with strands of bright silver light, giving people a feeling of indestructibility.

Even after such a heavy blow, it was not a big deal. There was only a slightly sunken footprint on the chest, but it was slowly recovering.

"Ahem!"

Zhang Jiuyang climbed up, first touched the wig to see if it was still there, then patted the dust off his body as if nothing had happened, and put away the immortal golden body with a spell.

Unexpectedly, after cultivating the second level of the immortal golden body, the first time it was officially used was because of Yue Ling.

However, thinking of the beauty just now and the beautiful picture, Zhang Jiuyang's heart rippled slightly. This kick was worth it.

Sister Yue really has something, it is really hidden.

No wonder the chest wrap has to be wrapped so many times, otherwise the armor may not be able to wear it.

He recalled the night with the dragon girl in his dream, and couldn't help but compare the two girls together, and found that Yue Ling's was actually bigger.

The dragon girl was like an inverted jade bowl, small and exquisite, while Yue Ling's was open and closed, with a strange peak protruding.

However, the dragon girl's waist was surprisingly soft, and the whole body was flowing with a holy and beautiful aura, which was another kind of scenery.

The silver light dissipated, revealing a handsome face, with a chic temperament. Even if he was kicked away just now, he didn't care at all.

"Zhang, Brother Zhang?"

Pei Qingchi was a little surprised, and then looked at Zhang Jiuyang's room, his eyes became very alert and dangerous.

She felt a terrible aura, and the one who could make Brother Zhang so embarrassed must be a very powerful enemy.

Pei Qianhuo also felt like he was facing a great enemy, and his sword ball was jumping wildly as a warning.

A moment later, a figure walked out of the room, with legs as straight as jade, a slender and upright figure, bright eyes and white teeth, heroic spirit, bright and generous.

It was just that the clothes were slightly messy, as if they were tied up in a hurry.

Under the moonlight, Yue Ling's jade-like face had a blush, which was very obvious. In addition, her messy clothes, one of the buttons on her top was tied in the wrong place, and Zhang Jiuyang who was kicked out...

These are all very imaginative.

"Ahem, we just can't sleep, so we're sparring."

Zhang Jiuyang rolled his eyes and hurriedly made up for it, smiling: "General Yue has such a great leg technique!"

Speaking of leg techniques, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Yue Ling's chest. Thinking of the unobstructed and heart-pounding beauty just now, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

It's not that he is Meng Lang, but any normal man will have some fantasies after experiencing such a thing.

What's more, Yue Ling has always been mighty and domineering in his heart, like the image of a great general, which makes it even more contrasting.

As if he noticed Zhang Jiuyang's sight, Yue Ling glared at him coldly, holding the knife with both hands, crossing his arms in front of him, and strands of hair fluttering.

"It's just right, I just got interested, let's continue."

She shook her wrist, and her muscles and bones rang together, making a crackling sound like fried beans.

How could Zhang Jiuyang dare to continue? The opponent's kick almost broke his golden body. If the blow continued, he might not be able to get out of bed the next day.

"What, Miss Xiaochi, Brother Pei, are you here to compete with me in sword competition?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the two of them as if he was looking at a savior.

"It's okay, Brother Zhang, you can discuss with General Yue first, we are not in a hurry-"

"Brother Zhang, we have cultivated ourselves well. As the saying goes, if we work hard at one go, we will fail again. Please give us some advice."

Pei Qingchi took a step forward, cupped his fists and made a sword salute.

Although she was the youngest, she had a clear mind and unique wisdom. Naturally, she could see Zhang Jiuyang's embarrassment and immediately spoke out to save him.

"Junior sister, Brother Zhang has just finished sparring, how can we take advantage of others' danger?"

Pei Ganhuo couldn't react at all, and was a little confused as to why his junior sister suddenly became so anxious.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, I just stretched my muscles!"

Zhang Jiuyang laughed quickly, these two people arrived just in time.

Seeing this, Yue Ling snorted lightly, but did not say anything more. Instead, he said lightly: "The heir of Jiange and Zhang Jiuyang discuss swords. No matter who loses or wins, this matter will be regarded as a good talk for future generations."

"In this case, I will be the referee, and the three of you can just let it go and discuss the sword. I will not let anyone get hurt."

The voice was calm but full of dominance.

As long as they were under her nose, the three of them would never be in danger even if they were beaten to a pulp.

This is absolute confidence in one's own strength.

"Okay, thank you very much, Prince Ming!"

Pei Qianhuo's voice was very excited and said: "Brother Zhang, be careful!"

After saying that, he screamed and spurted out streaks of brilliant sword energy, whistling like a dragon, shooting towards Zhang Jiuyang, chopping the fallen leaves flying in the air into pieces.

The sword energy was really like a violent storm, slanting out from his limbs and bones, like invisible flying dragons, turning into a long river of sword energy, swallowing everything.

Pei Qianhuo's originally bulging belly deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Full of sword energy, all in one roar.

"Well come."

Zhang Jiuyang was unhurried and even had the leisure to admire the opponent's sword skills.

He waved his sleeves, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and the evil spirits in his hair were not out of their sheaths. The sword energy changed from a hundred-refined steel to a soft one wrapped around his fingers, circling and flying along with him, and finally rushed towards Pei Qingchi.

This is the second natal magical power attached to Lu Zu’s visualization chart.

The Sword Skills of the Seventy-Two Divine Powers of the Earthly Demon!

In the Taoist sect, there is a theory of the Tiangang and Earthly Evil magical powers. Tiangang is thirty-six and Earthly Evil is seventy-two. This magical swordsmanship is one of the Earthly Evils.

Those with this magical power can control swords with Qi, and they can cultivate the sword spirit and use it in all swordsmanship in the world.

To put it simply, it means that the power of the flying sword technique has been greatly improved, and it can easily see through other people's sword techniques, and even learn them.

"Junior sister, be careful!"

Pei Qianhuo frowned. He knew that Zhang Jiuyang could break the sword energy technique, but he didn't expect that he could break it like this.

The opponent's flick of his sleeves just now seemed like an understatement, but in fact he caught a flaw in the circulation of his sword energy. Moreover, he seemed to have completely seen through his own swordsmanship, and could even forcibly absorb the sword energy and use it for his own use.

Pei Qingchi slapped the sword box, and seven flying swords flew out from it, forming some kind of mysterious sword formation, blocking all the sword energy like a tortoise shell.

Return to the Tibetan Sword Formation!

Immediately afterwards, her sword fingers moved together, and the seven flying swords changed their formation and rushed towards Zhang Jiuyang like a dragon.

Prisoner Dragon Sword Formation!

The flying swords pierce the air, as sharp as lightning, sometimes turning into a killing sword formation, sometimes turning into a trapping enemy sword formation, and sometimes using the light of the sword to confuse people's minds. Under Pei Qingchi's control, it can be said to be ever-changing and wonderful.

Zhang Jiuyang, on the other hand, was holding one hand behind his back, as if strolling in the courtyard, constantly shuttling in the sword formation, his movements were elegant and indescribably chic.

It's not that he has any brilliant escape skills, but that he can often anticipate the enemy, see the flaws in the sword formation first, and then dodge in advance, or even seize the central position of the formation, which forces Pei Qingchi to often change his position. Array.

clang! clang! clang!

Occasionally, when encountering an unavoidable sharp edge, Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his sword finger, with a bright silver light flowing on his fingertips, and flicked the incoming flying sword, making a crisp sound of gold and iron.

Those legendary swords that could cut gold and cut jade trembled under his fingers, leaving no trace except for dazzling sparks.

"Yes, Xiaochi, your sword formation skills are indeed mysterious and have inspired me a lot."

Seeing that Pei Qingchi's sword formation began to repeat, Zhang Jiuyang stopped watching.

With a wave of the sword, the evil spirit is unsheathed!

Clang! !

I saw a flash of red light in the sky, like a thunderbolt that briefly illuminated the dark night, dwarfing the bright moon in the sky.

The sword screams sadly.

Pieces of broken swords fell like rain.

The swords in Pei Qingchi's sword box were all shattered by the Evil Slaying Sword in just one encounter.

Zhang Jiuyang held the sword technique in his hand, and the evil-killing sword flew around him like lightning, making a clear and loud sword sound, and the sword energy rushed straight into the stars.

His white clothes were flowing, his long hair was flying, and his eyes were as cold as sword blades.

"You two, let's take action together."

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