Chapter 124 Buddha's defeat

Huixin's face changed, opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. Her eyes flashed, and the Buddha beads in her palm burst apart.

18 eye-sized Buddha beads shot out, turning into 18 sharp golden rays, rushing towards the sword spirit that was about to pass through the silence of the big seal.

"jingle--" The sound of breaking the sky is endless. Under the control of Huixin, eighteen Buddha beads seem to have eyes, constantly flying vertically and horizontally, dispersing the sword spirit through the silent big handprint.

"What?" Chu Tianyu was surprised to find that Huixin's method of controlling Buddha beads was the same as his swordsmanship, and it was also controlled by divine consciousness.

The difference is that when Huixin controls Buddha beads, it cannot be supplemented by Taoist power, but can only make simple control, but it already has the preliminary appearance of swordsmanship.

And the Buddha beads are round, which is not as difficult to control as a long sword, but it is very rare for Huixin to do this.

"It's worthy of being the first master of the young generation of Buddhism, and it's really extraordinary!" Chu Tianyu praised himself secretly in his heart.

He manipulated the Buddha beads wholeheartedly, and the silence of the big handprint also dispersed. Wu Qing's expression was indifferent. The long sword was like a silver snake, and the sharp sword light came out through the sword. Every time he accurately picked the Buddha beads and blocked it back.

"Brush--" Huixin's big sleeve swept, swept the bounced back Buddha beads back into the sleeves, the shoulders moved slightly, and the overcoat on the shoulders quietly slipped down.

Huixin shouted, grabbed the corner of the jacket with one hand, and shook the bright red jacket straight under the true breath.

"Wow--" The saberas seems to be a fine steel plate. When it intersects with Wu Qing's long sword, it actually makes the sound of gold and iron.

"The magic power of Fufu!" Chu Tianyu's eyes narrowed slightly and his heart moved slightly.

The karma is created by the ancestor of Dharma. The Buddha is compassionate, so he is not good at weapons. Therefore, the ancestor of Dharma uses his karma as a weapon and urges him with true qi to realize a set of ancient and modern unique learning.

It contains the magnificent true spirit of Buddhism, and the soft saber is also full of upright momentum.

From afar, it looks like a fiery red cloud, rolling towards Wuqing, and the faint golden light around the cloud flows uncertainly.

Huixin's head is constantly covered with white fog, which obviously consumes real qi very quickly, but under the cover of red clouds, Wu Qing's swordsmanship is not messy at all.

The condensed and concise sword spirit can often pick out the weakness of the sauroy at the critical moment and block it. Although it is temporarily at the bottom, the footwork is extremely calm.

"Huixin is more or less lucky!" Chu Tianyu came to a conclusion in his heart that the only shortcoming of the overshadowing magic skill is that it consumes a lot of true qi, and if Huixin can't defeat its opponent before the true qi is exhausted, it must be his own failure.

Huixin also understands this, and he is also a little anxious in his heart. Wu Qing's tenacity is beyond his imagination, and the unfavorable subjugation magic power is also slightly invincible at this moment.

Seeing that although Wu Qing's disadvantage is becoming more and more obvious, his true spirit may not be able to persist until the moment of his defeat, a strong sense of war surged in his heart.

"It's a great achievement!" This is the last thought in Huixin's heart.

In the last Taoist conference, Huixin should have shined brilliantly. With his cultivation at that time, even if he could not beat Lu Yuhan and Lin Tianqi, it should not be far away, at least not comparable to the wind and clouds.

However, the night before the battle with Feng Wuyun, he reached the moment of breakthrough. If he fought with Feng Wuyun, his opportunity to break through the bottleneck was likely to be missed.

So he chose to quit, but he was very sorry, but he didn't expect that this discussion meeting would give him another chance. How could he be willing to give up so easily?

At this moment, in the face of Wu Qing, who was only the next day of martial arts, although he understood that he was still a little inferior to him, his hard practice in the past ten years will never be powerless.

Moreover, the gap between the two is very small, and they can rely on their endless Buddhist stunts to fight ruthlessly, and the chance of winning is also extremely objective.

Thinking of this, Huixin's eyes flashed, and 18 Buddha beads quietly slipped out of the cuff again and arranged in a circular array at the wrist of his left hand, slowly rotating.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Huixin's behavior, and a trace of solemnity also flashed in Wu Qing's eyes. He knew that Huixin was going to issue a final blow. If he could take it, the victory would be his own. If he couldn't take it, he would be eliminated.

"Wow--" Eighteen Buddha beads shot out in the shock of the crowd. The target was not Wu Qing, but a saberated in the air.

At this moment, Huixin is two-hearted. Just as the Buddha beads were about to hit the saber, the salam suddenly softened and could avoid the Buddha beads shot out.

"Wow--" The sound of true air breaking the air suddenly made a big fuss, and the sabera straightened again at the moment when the Buddha beads had just flown by.

"When--" With a strong shake of Huixin, the originally fast Buddha beads were hit again by the first saber, and the direction also deviated a little at this moment.

"Heaven's trajectory!" Chu Tianyu exclaimed, and with his heavenly enlightenment, he could naturally see that the trajectory of Huixin, the 18 Buddha beads supported by the power of the cape, had changed.

The trajectory was exactly the familiar path of heaven, and there were several of them, and he couldn't see what kind of path the track was.

Wu Qing's face also changed slightly. Naturally, he saw the unusual Buddha beads. Without a casual sword, his footwork moved slightly, and his body suddenly shot back.

He is about to retreat to the edge of the fighting platform, and there is no retreat, and the range covered by the 18 Buddha beads also blocked all his retreats.

In a hurry, Wu Qing showed the strength and horror of the martial arts master. The long sword split in the air, and the calm air seemed to be split in half by his sword.

The distortion visible to the naked eye spread from the place where the sword blade split out to both sides, and the distorted space actually affected the 18 Buddha beads flying rapidly in the air.

18 Buddha beads felt that the space was slightly stagnant at the same time, and Huixin also felt that under this sword, the heavenly trajectory of the space had undergone a slight change, and she couldn't help but change her face slightly.

Wu Qingjian walked like a dragon, and his figure also burst out at this moment. The human and sword were united, and his whole body was hidden in the strong sword light. There was no true spirit of the Taoist master, but the sword spirit formed a hard air mask at this moment.

And it is stronger than the true body protection, because the sword spirit that runs around the body has no flaws.

"Dingdang--" Eighteen Buddha beads beat on the body air shield composed of sword spirit like raindrops, shaking the air shield.

However, Wu Qing's previous sword has disrupted the heavenly trajectory of Buddha beads. Although there is the momentum of the saber, the strength of Buddha beads is still much stronger.

But the most important killing move has been broken, and the rest is just the strength of the real spirit, which is relatively much easier.

Even so, Wu Qing, who is under the protection of sword spirit, has also turned pale at this moment, and his eyes, ears, nose and throat are full of blood, which is indescribably horrible.

"Ding--" The last Buddha bead hit the air mask fiercely, making a crisp sound, and then fell to the ground feebly and kept spinning.

Wu Qing wiped the blood stains on his face, and his whole face became a little ferocious, and his hand holding the sword trembled involuntarily. Obviously, the previous blow was also a serious internal injury.

"It's actually prevented!" A trace of surprise flashed in Chu Tianyu's eyes. If it were himself, he was not fully sure to block Huixin's must-kill move, and Wu Qing actually blocked it. Although he was injured, he still prevented it after all.

Huixin smiled bitterly, and that move had exhausted all his true qi. Now his limbs are soft, and he can't use any strength, and even the jacket has been thrown aside.

"I lost--" Although he was unwilling, Huixin was not a person who could not afford to lose. He immediately put his hands together with difficulty, bowed his head to Wu Qing, and said sincerely.

Wu Qing smiled, put his sword into the sheath, turned around and walked off the stage with difficulty. Huixin could no longer support it and sat down on the ground.

Chu Tianyu looked at Wu Qing's back and couldn't help nodding slightly. Although Wu Qing blocked Huixin's faintly ingenious factors, the accurate judgment and calm mind shown under the urgency made people have to admire.

First, the fluctuation of sword spirit distorts the space, shaking the trajectory of heaven and disorder, thus cutting off the connection between wisdom and Buddha beads.

Then, relying on the sharp sword light of the sword of extreme love, the sword spirit is combined with the trajectory of heaven, just like the previous move he broke the silent big seal.

The sword spirit lingered on the surface of the body, forming an indestructible sword light body gas shield, forcibly resisting Huixin, a powerful blow full of destructive power.

"Martial arts masters really have their horrors!" Chu Tianyu sighed in his heart, and at the same time, he was a little worried about Qihui.

Wu Qing, whose recognized strength is still under Chu Tianlong, has such a strong combat effectiveness, so what about Chu Tianlong, who is known as the first genius of martial arts? With Qihui's cultivation of only the realm of Xuanri, Chu Tianyu has no chance of winning.

Although he knows that Qihui's moves and his perception of the way of heaven are not lower than himself, Qihui is a level different in the realm after all, so he can't help but worry.

"Chu Tianlong?" Chu Tianyu frowned again. How could this name be as I imagined? If it weren't for Brother Seven's opponent, I really wanted to beat him well.

"And that Chu Tianhu!" Chu Tianyu is a little depressed. When did these families become so level? You can get a name at the same level as your father.

"Okay, if the seventh brother is defeated in your hands, let me teach you a lesson! Let's see who deserves this name!" A trace of pride flashed in Chu Tianyu's heart.

Just as Chu Tianyu turned to these indifferent coincidences, the third fight began. Qihui, dressed in white, had already stood on the fighting platform.