Chapter 15 In the Buddhist world, the sword is as powerful as a dragon

Another drum sounded, and the battle between the four powers officially began. At first, the first two games were the phaseless monk of Li Mingyang of Taiyizong against the Bodhi Cave, and Bai Zhenyi of Langhuang Academy against Han Qinghui of Hanshan Temple. Fortunately, the two battles were adjacent to each other, and everyone was able to feast their eyes.

"Brother, what do you think will happen between these two games?"

Ying Wangchen thought for a while and said, "The Wuxiang monk may have forged the fourth level of the nine-turn golden body. Mingyang will win very hard. As for the other game, I bet that Bai Zhenyi of Langhuang Academy will win."

Obviously, he is still full of confidence in his fellow Li Mingyang.

Ying Wangchen said, "The two sacred places of immortals, Langhuang Academy and Hanshan Temple, have always only accepted female apprentices, and all of them are beautiful in the world. Bai Zhenyi and Han Qinghui are even more beautiful. When fighting, they are like fairies going down to the earth. We still look at this interesting."

Fang Daoming couldn't help laughing. This is not like a person who cultivates immortals and asks Tao, but more like a wind and dust ranger.

The four people were in the ring. Li Mingyang was dressed in long, like a sword, with a cold face and a straight posture. He had three simple swords on his back and was full of aura. Looking at the phaseless monk, the heavenly court is full, with big ears and shoulders, with broad eyebrows and mouth, and the treasure is solemn. He wears a monk's robe, hangs Buddha beads around his neck, and holds a bowl in his hand. Although he is young, he is already a monk's demeanor.

"Good!" Under the stage, Wangchen took the lead in cheering, and the others also continued to applaud.

Li Mingyang's cold face finally eased and nodded to Ying Wangchen.

Bai Zhenyi over there is snow-white, and Han Qinghui is dressed in yellow, all of which are beautiful in the world, all of which are all manners. For a moment, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, no more.

"It's better here!" Ying Wangchen took the lead in applauting, which made a group of disciples laugh and applaud.

On the main hall, Tanjizi, the chief priest of Taiyi, smiled awkwardly: "The disciple is stubborn, which makes you laugh."

Gu Zhengyang, who has a feather fan and a scarf, smiled and said, "This is also a person in temperament."

This box should forget the other party and said, "Pay attention, brother, every battle in the future is valuable knowledge and experience for you."

"Little brother's province."

Behind Mingyang are the three swords of heaven and earth. Each of them is the best spiritual weapon of Taiyi Sect. Mingyang has practiced heaven and earth and transformed swords since childhood. The depth of swordsmanship is beyond my ability. These three swords have accompanied him since childhood. Even if they eat and sleep, they have been inseparable from him. They have long been physically and spiritually connected with him. This magic weapon used by the phaseless monk is said to be one of the treasures of the Bodhi Cave. The best spiritual weapon floating bowl, the seven-level floating slaughter, defeating demons and subduing demons, is one of the great magical power of Buddhism. Bai Zhenyi's magic weapon here is the best spiritual weapon with a glazed cup, with eight fires on it. It is the treasure of the Zhen School from Langhuang Academy, and the Bajing lamp of the best fairy weapon. The magic weapon used by Han Qinghui is the best spiritual weapon of the Hanshan Temple in Tianjue Valley. It is said that it is the tail feathers of the first divine bird in heaven and earth. I don't need to say more about the power.

Ying Wangchen said that the head was the way, and Fang Daoming understood it.

"Brother, I don't know why the magic weapons used by outstanding disciples of all schools of immortality are spiritual weapons, and the best is also the best spiritual weapons, but they don't have any fairy weapons?"

Ying Wangchen said, "You don't know that this is because fairy weapons are rare. Second, because fairy weapons need great magic power and big mouth power to drive them. For such young disciples like me, not only can't exert their power, but they are harmful and useless. Third, it is also the most important. A suitable magic weapon needs to be accompanied since childhood. With each other, only by getting along with each other day and night can the soul be compatible with each other, slowly warm up, slowly tempered, and finally turned into their own magic weapons, and may even be promoted to immortal weapons, and fairy weapons are obviously not suitable for young disciples such as me.

"So that's it. I've been taught." Fang Daoming still had doubts in his heart, but he did not open his mouth. Why is this kind of innate treasure artifact, such as Zhenwuding, be forgotten but can be controlled?

Ying Wangchen said, "Brother, you are pure in nature and don't like killing. If I get a flame golden mirror, I will give it to you to defend yourself."

Everyone around him was shocked. This flaming golden mirror was the best spiritual weapon, and it was also one of the treasured magic weapons of the Fairy Sword Gate. He sent it to Fang Daoming, and this forgetful dust was also very generous.

Ni Mengfan said, "You are so confident that you can get the first place."

Ying Wangchen smiled and said, "It doesn't matter who gets it, I also want to ask for it and send it to you."

Fang Daoming knew that he was going to exchange some other magic weapons with the winner, so he smiled and said, "Brother, you don't have to force it. Everything is up to you."

Li Zhen suddenly said, "Forget Chenzi, I beg you for one thing."

Ying Chen saw that his expression was solemn and couldn't help getting serious: "Please speak."

"Wait a while on the ring, if I'm not your opponent, I hope you don't show mercy. It's better to beat me off the ring. I don't want to lose the face of Confucianism."

Ying Wangchen's face was solemn and said in a low voice, "Okay, I promise you."

"Thank you very much."

Fang Daoming couldn't help sighing secretly when he thought about the end of Ni Mengfan and Zhan Qianyu. Ni Mengfan and Zhan Qianyu are excited.

Apart from the people off the stage, the two pairs on the stage have already started. But Wen Wuxiang gave a Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the little monk is presumptuous." The floating bowl in his hand floated into the air and became bigger and bigger. Then it went upside down. On the ring, it was full of Buddha's light, the Zen sounds were surrounded, and the Buddha statues were solemn everywhere. Countless petals fell in the air, and the lotus flowers on the soles of the feet were blooming, and the flowers were extremely holy. This world seemed to be isolated from the world and became a Buddhist world. There was no Li Mingyang's. The figure.

Under the stage, Wangchen muttered: "In the world of Buddhism, mustard beard, good magic power. Fortunately, he has not yet reached the eternal realm of the moment. Mingyang, how will you deal with it?"

But when he heard a loud shout on the ring, a bright sword light rose to the sky, and the breath penetrated the long rainbow, and the bright sword light burst into the sword light, which instantly twisted the Buddha world into pieces and hidden most of it. On the ring, Jingwei is clear. Half is the world of sword light and half is the world of Buddhism. Li Mingyang stands in the bright sword light, his eyes are closed and motionless. The endless Buddha spirit brushed down by the floating butcher bowl above disappears every time he touches the sword light, and he can't cross the thunder pool.

"Good swordsmanship, good magic power, the little monk only makes one blow, Lord Li, be careful." The phaseless monk is in ten ways.

"It doesn't matter, master, please." Li Mingyang still closed his eyes and was calm.

With no Buddha's name, one finger, a lotus flower fell on the floating slaughter bowl, but seeing that the floating slaughter bowl turned into two and two into three, it instantly turned into seven, layer by layer. Among them, the Buddha's air brushed down, like a mountain like a mountain and a mountain, firmly pressed down, as if to put this heaven and earth into the bowl. The phaseless monk's treasure is solemn, and his whole body suddenly blooms, as if to illuminate everything around him. The neck Buddha beads are slowly rolling, crystal clear, the Buddha's light is faint, and the Buddha's voice is recited in his mouth, like a dusk drum morning bell, like a lion roar, like a dragon: "A body is bright, the four directions are bright, the eight wildernesses are bright; a flower is bright, a leaf is bright, the world is bright. Ming; "

Under the ring, someone suddenly said in astonishment: "Buddha's magic power, great light curse!"

Ying Wangchen shouted anxiously, "Mingyang, don't let him finish reading!"

Li Mingyang's eyes opened slightly, looked at Ying Wangchen, smiled and nodded. He seemed to be confident and full of confidence.

But when he saw that his eyes suddenly opened, shining like a sword, and there was also a clear voice in his mouth: "Three talents, heaven and earth people!" The other two swords behind him groaned and emptied out of the sheath. The finished shape of the three swords floats in front of the chest and rotates indefinitely.

Wuxiang has been read to the last sentence: "The body is light, the heart is light, and the light suddenly realizes Bodhi." Behind him, dozens of Buddha statues suddenly turned out, either big or small, or Vajra's angry eyes, or low eyebrows, or holding Buddhist treasures, or supporting demon pagodas, or riding dragons, or riding tigers, sitting in the surrounding space, and being in the Taoist spirit of the Taoist bowl, the Dharma Avenue, the Sanskrit sound array, and everyone under the stage looked at all changed color.

The treasure is solemn, step by step, lotus flowers under his feet, and lotus flowers step by step. With each step, the floating slaughter bowl presses down one layer, and the whole ring is also shocked.

Li Mingyang's face was solemn. Looking at the phaseless monk stepping forward and under the pressure of the floating slaughter bowl, he did not move at all, but the sword on his chest was more gorgeous, and the sword awn seemed to pierce the surrounding Buddhist world.

Seeing that the phaseless monk has taken seven steps, close at hand, the floating butcher bowl above his head is also as heavy as a mountain. At three feet above his head, the next step is the thunderous Buddhist magic power, and finally a blow.

At this moment, Li Mingyang finally made a move, but saw him shouting loudly: "Break!" One of the three swords soared into the air and hit the floating bowl above his head.

When there was a loud sound, the sky sword fell on the ring, and the glory was lost, but the buoyant bowl was also hit three feet, and the Taoist Buddha's air was shranked. The Buddhist world suddenly shook, revealing a flaw, which was this flaw that gave Li Mingyang a chance to take advantage of it.

Another shout: "Bever!" Li Mingyang's body suddenly moved, urging two swords, like two yellow dragons. The swords rolled and stabbed the phaseless monk.

The monk was shocked, and with a Buddha's name, eight white Buddha beads on his chest suddenly flew out, turning into a diamond magic array, wrapped around the two yellow dragon swords.

Li Mingyang paused and shouted again: "Exterminated!" A sword suddenly rotated, turned into a bright sword wheel, and instantly collected all the white eight Buddha beads, soared to the sky and hit the floating bowl above his head. The floating butcher bowl hit the sword to the ground, the sword lost its glory, and the Buddha beads fell to the ground, but its downward pressure was blocked again, giving Li Mingyang a chance to breathe.

The monk was shocked. His magical power needed to cooperate with the floating slaughter bowl. Now the floating slaughter bowl has been repeatedly blocked and has not yet fallen, and Li Mingyang's sword has arrived in front of him, and he is like ** naked facing the enemy, and there is no other way. However, after all, Wuxiang is the first outstanding disciple of Buddhism. His skills are suddenly improved, and his body is more brilliant. He even forms a light wall and gas wall to forcibly block the opponent's sword momentum.

Unfortunately, Li Mingyang's momentum was so strong that he devoted himself to accumulation for a long time. Just for the outbreak of this moment, the invincible yellow dragon sword spirit broke into the strong. Although it was gradually scattered, there was also a gentle scratch from the eyebrow. Wuxiang suddenly felt pain in his skin, but there was no big problem. He knew that the other party's men were showing mercy and was about to retreat and admit defeat, but he saw Li Mingyang's sword in one, soaring into the air and facing the pressed buoyant bowl.

With a loud noise, the floating slaughter bowl was knocked away in an instant and fell into no other. The Buddhist world was all shattered. Li Mingyang's single sword supported the ground, his face was pale, the tiger's body trembled slightly, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Looking at this situation, it was unscathed, but the magic power was broken, but Li Mingyang lost. Everyone on the stage was about to cheer, but they heard the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha, Li Shi's sword magic power, the little monk can't reach it. This time, the little monk has lost. Thank you for your mercy. The little monk is convinced." After saying that, he picked up the beads and returned to this array.

The disciples under the stage are all stunned, but only a few people have bright eyes and understand what happened. As a referee, the elder of Xianjianmen announced loudly: "In this round, Taiyizong Li Mingyang won."

Li Mingyang finally showed a smile on the stage, and then spewed out another mouthful of blood, and his body was shaking. Ying Wangchen put on the stage, picked up Li Mingyang, rolled up his sword, and went to the Taiyizong camp.