Chapter 18 Ten Thousand Swords give birth to Buddha

Shang Jian walked out of the door, and he had been waiting for a long time outside the house.

"Master Shang, how about it?" Duan Jiuyou asked softly.

"It doesn't live up to the expectations of peace. This son is a man of temperament, and his talent in martial arts is outstanding. However, there is still a big gap between him and Miao now." Shang Jian's eyes were confused. He was not a martial arts master. At a glance, he observed the infinite potential of Wu Pengwei.

Duan Jiuyou smiled and said, "He is only less than 17 years old this year. He is the son of a small family in a small coastal city in the south of the Yangtze River. He is dedicated to martial arts and has been self-taught. He has been lurking in the sunset for half a year. As far as I know, he doesn't seem to have the idea of covet the other party's martial arts secrets. His martial arts is self-contained, and he is called my Jiangnan martial arts. It is not an overdation to be the first wizard in thousands of years. Over time, he will definitely shine brilliantly.

Shang Jian smiled silently and asked, "Say, what do you want me to do?"

Duan Jiuyou held his fist and said, "This son is the hope of Jiangnan martial arts in the future. The meaning of the alliance leader is that he hopes that the master of Shang can maintain this son. Jiangbei martial arts are sinister, especially the wonderful, the talent is vertical and horizontal, and there is a faint posture of the next killing sect 'protecting King Kong'. If you let Wu Xiaozi and his confrontation now, it will be wonderful I'm afraid that it will hurt the killer. The alliance leader cherishes this talent and hopes that the master of business can stop him in time and don't let him do some stupid things.

Shang Jian smiled and said, "He is a person who will never forget before he leaves. Naturally, I will take more care of him. Don't worry."

"So, I would like to thank the suzerain of Shang in advance. The Killing Sect is about to hold a Huayan Dharma meeting and invite the suzerain of Shang to participate with me. I don't know if the suzerain of Shang is interested in going?" Duan Jiuyou asked.

Shang Jian waved her hand and said a little tiredly, "No, I don't want to get involved in those disputes. Let's leave these things to your martial arts alliance."

"So, I'll leave first." Duan Jiuyou smiled bitterly and turned around and flew down the mountain.

Shang Jian turned his hand to the sky, and there was a trace of fatigue in her blurred eyes. She muttered, "Nian'an, I hope your choice is right, otherwise even being a teacher can't make you reborn..."

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There is a peaceful silence in the wooden house.

Wu Pengwei stood in front of the body of Ghost Shura, looking sad and happy.

He did not know that his true identity had been known by the Martial Arts Alliance, nor did he know that the Martial Arts Alliance had listed him as the first-level protection object, and the hope of Jiangnan martial arts in the future.

All this has nothing to do with him in the wooden house.

The death of Gui Shura divided him into two with the outside world, and the small wooden house seemed to be another world.

Gui Shura's pale and handsome face is quiet and peaceful under the cyan candlelight, as quiet as a virgin.

Under the candlelight, the sword marks on his body were shocking.

Under a cross sword mark on the chest, there are countless snake-like scars. These scars are staggered, and the huge cross sword pattern around the chest converge into a scarlet "Buddha" word.

This is the mysterious unique skill of the earth characters that Miao Wu is most proud of - ten thousand swords become Buddha.

This sword is an evolutionary swordsmanship, which is infinitely mysterious. With the rise of the practitioner's skills, it constantly improves the class of the swordsmanship itself.

Every time a learner progresses in a realm, the mystery of swordsmanship can be displayed more, and its final realm can even reach the mysterious level of Tianzi.

Wu Pengwei touched the scars on the body of Gui Shura with his hand and carefully grasped the depth of strength in each sword mark. As Gui Shura said, the body is the best physical evidence. It is extremely murderous. He fully displayed his killing art on others, which is as exquisite as the first-class in the world. The tattoo master.

Close your eyes, adjust your breath, and remove sadness.

Wu Pengwei sat cross-legged, with no sadness or joy. His mind reached unprecedented ethereal, as quiet as a cold story in the deep mountains, without a trace of waves.

Extreme tranquility brings extreme concentration.

Silver rays of light formed in Wu Pengwei's mind, forming a huge mirror. In the mirror, two figures appeared, one holding a knife and the other holding a sword. The skill moves of the person holding the knife are the same as Gui Shura, while the person holding the sword is like a wonderful sword.

Wu Pengwei is a simulated two-person duel.

Wu Pengwei is very familiar with Gui Shura's skills and moves, so he can clearly give feedback. The only question is Miao Wu. He and Miao Wu have only one move against the enemy, and the only impression is that it is unfathomable.

If you only rely on some simple calculations or deliberation, it is not enough to have the attack moves of Gui Shura, but Fortunately, Gui Shura left the body. From the sword marks and strength of the body, and with the counterattack skill of Gui Shura, it is possible to calculate the swordsmanship.

This is an extremely vast computational project.

Half a year ago, Wu Pengwei may have exhausted for a year without speculation.

The endless sea of life and death not only opens up the power of Wu Pengwei's mind, but also raises the pure computing power and analytical power to a very high level.

If you have to make a metaphor, if today's Wu Pengwei and others have the power of analysis and calculation of tens of thousands of people.

If it reaches the level of "creation" in the divine mind, it is almost equivalent to having the superimposed computing power of 200,000 arithmetic scholars.

Ten thousand people who have reached the level of today's arithmetic college degree, and the efficiency is extremely terrible for an orderly and clear division of labor.

The two people in the mirror are constantly playing against each other, and the moves are repeatedly reorganized to simulate the attack frequency and angle of Miao Wu, so as to achieve a huge "Buddha" mark on the ghost Shura.

The wonderful ten thousand swords to become a Buddha is not a simple skill, but a sword that is complicated to the extreme. From beginning to the end, it is just a sword, which is simple to the extreme. On the contrary, it turns into an unparalleled complexity, which makes people unable to distinguish.

Refinement again and again, re-disassembly and analysis again and again.

In my mind, the figure in the light mirror is also constantly reorganized, constantly reverberating and reciprocating, in order to achieve the mark of Miao Wujiansheng Buddha.

In the end, even with Wu Pengwei's ability, he felt that his brain was exhausted and unsustainable.

The wonderful ten thousand swordsmanship is obviously wonderful, which is beyond his expectation.

But just as he felt that his consciousness was exhausted, the silver light man floating in his mind suddenly opened his eyes and spewed out a breath of silver light.

The silver light is just like the most fierce spiritual storm, sweeping away.

At this time, Wu Pengwei suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his mind was constantly rising, with unprecedented clarity.

The power of 10,000 university scholars has been suddenly increased to the power of 30,000 university scholars.

The silver mirror suddenly burst open. In the void, two light people kept facing each other, and light and shadow were intertwined like electricity, giving birth to countless sword tracks.

These trajectories are extremely complicated, and they suddenly spread out and stand still.

At this time, Wu Pengwei's spiritual power reached the extreme, and the still sword trajectory suddenly recondensed and turned into a huge "Buddha" character.

Everything shattered and returned to the original tranquility.

And Wu Pengwei also quietly opened his eyes at this time.

The ultimate operation also brings the ultimate power of qi and blood.

Qi and blood are boiling like fire, and the power of qi and blood has reached the critical point of killing thousands of people and tens of thousands of enemies at this moment, and only a trace can be broken.

Wu Pengwei stood up, held the fire tiger next to the corpse, looked down at the quiet ghost Shura, and smiled lightly: "Brother, wait, I'll avenge you."

Step out.

The outside is foggy, the mountain wind is like a knife, and the blue-gray sky is a mystery.

Unconsciously, the whole night has passed.

And in the middle of the road down the mountain, there is a white and snowy back, wirelessly.

"Would you like to find Miao Wu? Humph, let's go through my test first."

The confused suzerain turned around, and his eyes were as confused as illusion.