Chapter 79 The plagiarism of Buddhism

Zhang Yan's expression was withered, his eyes were dull, and he almost unconsciously raised his arm to hold a sword knowledge. Then the light flashed, the sword knowledge disappeared, and his people walked down to the sword knowledge.

Next to him, Li Ci, Zhao Sheng and Yan Rong ran eagerly towards a wave of sword knowledge. It has been half a day, and the three of him have not succeeded in subduing a sword knowledge, and they are extremely anxious. Especially when they see Zhang Yan ingest a piece of sword knowledge at the speed of opportunity to cut vegetables, their mood is extremely complicated, and there is an impulse to spit blood.

This guy's plagiarism speed, with a success rate of nearly 1010, is simply evil!

The three were so stimulated that they almost turned around and ran away. Even once, when the three of them gathered together to deal with the three swords, they had not yet done anything. They were taken away by Zhang Yan from the rear. Looking at Shi Ran's extremely calm appearance, the three were stunned on the spot...

This time, the three learned to be obedient, ran to the corner far away from Zhang Yan, chose three swords and gritted their teeth. When they drew swords, they were not thinking about how to do their best to subdue the swords, but thinking that this time they must not be robbed by the fierce guy...

If Zhang Yan knows the thoughts of the three people, I don't know if they will laugh or feel proud? However, at this time, his mind had been overwhelmed by countless swords in the sea. He would not think of this layer at all, and he did not notice that Li Ci and Qingyi had been standing beside him for a long time.

In fact, at this time, Zhang Yan had even forgotten how many swords he had surrendered to. There was a fire in his heart. When he saw the swords, he reached out and pulled it out, which was almost crazy.

And his divine consciousness is also consumed. The 14 stars and rivers that were originally dazzling in the magic consciousness are now dim and about to dry up.

However, the golden wheel of Tibetan knowledge belonging to Buddhism is still not consumed at all. Zhang Yan is not in a hurry. He wants to squeeze the magic knowledge clean, and then replace it with Buddhism, sweep the fallen leaves with the autumn wind, and set off a harvest of sword knowledge**.

As time passed, when Li Ci and the three of them were sweating and surrendered to sword knowledge, their expression sluggish, and suddenly felt a vast and continuous breath came out. This breath was vast and magnificent, with upright majesty, giving people an unshakable sense of indistinacy?

What happened!?

Li Ci and the other three turned their heads in disarrage, and then their pupils shrank, and their faces showed uncontrollable shock.

In their vision, Zhang Yan, whose original expression was dull and obscure, suddenly changed into a person. His expression was solemn, and his whole body showed a sense of stingency. And the frequency of his surrendering to sword knowledge suddenly accelerated, just like picking fruit. With a shake, a sword knowledge disappeared, and its speed was more than twice as fast as before!

This...what the hell is going on?

Li Ci and the three also roughly understood that the key to defeating the sword knowledge was the strength of the divine consciousness. They originally thought that no matter how strong Zhang Yan's divine consciousness was, if it was consumed little by little, it would eventually dry up. However, unexpectedly, Zhang Yan's consciousness not seemed to be exhausted, but became stronger in an instant. The breath showed that this guy's consciousness had once again reached its peak!

The three of them were confused and shocked.

The blue clothes staring at Zhang Yan coldly from beginning to end finally had a trace of surprise. He seemed to have encountered something extremely difficult to solve, and his eyebrows gradually frowned.

This boy seems to have two kinds of divine consciousness?

Qingyi can't think of which sword practice can cultivate two divine knowledge. With his thousands of years of experience, he has never heard of such a thing.

Do you really meet a freak?

Qingyi's eyes on Zhang Yan had a strange look, but he immediately thought that Zhang Yan, like Xue Lengshan, were monks from the ancient continent and did not belong to the sword world.

Qingyi suddenly realized that his thinking seemed to have gone out of the way from the beginning. Zhang Yan did not belong to the sword world, so his two divine consciousnesses can also be explained...

Thinking of this, the mind of the ancient well in Qingyi suddenly rose a little hot, and he was full of expectations for the trip to Senluo Sword Prison. That's where you can lead to the ancient continent!

At this time, Zhang Yan looked solemn, aware of the sky, and his hands pulled out a sword at an extremely fast speed. The Buddhist knowledge, which has not been used for a long time, is not only not astringent, but also has a smooth pleasure of flowing water. And the power of Buddha's knowledge consumed by surrendering a sword is even more amazing. According to this state, when the three-day period comes, even if you can't absorb all the sword knowledge, you can at least guarantee that you will stare because of the depletion of divine knowledge.

With this guarantee, Zhang Yan's confidence swelled rapidly, and he couldn't wait to incorporate all the sword knowledge into the sea of knowledge.

"I...didn't I read it wrong, did I? Why is this... this big liar so... fierce?"

Xia Xiwei's petite shadow appeared at the entrance of the stairs. She was chewing with a piece of fruit. Suddenly, she saw a large blank space in the land of sword knowledge. She couldn't help opening her small mouth and banging. The core fell on the floor. On the sixth floor of this silent sword tower, it looked extremely harsh.

Qing Yi turned his head and glanced at Xia Xiwei and took the lead in saying for the first time, "Are you surprised?"

Xia Xiwei looked straight at Zhang Yan's orderly pace and nodded fiercely, "Uh-huh. Aren't you surprised? In a day and a half, he charged so much. Well, it's so fierce~"

Qing Yi nodded, "It's really shocking."

Xia Xiwei said, "Before, I mean, have you ever met such a person before I came to sacrifice the sword tower?"

Qingyi denied it almost without thinking, "No, there hasn't been one for thousands of years!"

Xia Xiwei's little girl's face suddenly became extremely ugly, wrinkled her delicate little nose and cried, "Oh, this is miserable, this is terrible..."

Qing Yi was stunned and asked, "Why?"

Xia Xiwei took a fierce look at Zhang Yan's back, and then curled her lips and said, "I made a bet with Sister Xue Rou."

Qingyi pulled the corner of his mouth, "You... take that boy as a bet?"

"Hmm."

"What is the price?"

"If he can pull out all the swordsmanship in three days, then I will bite him. If he can't pull it out, Sister Xuerou will bite him."

"Well, it seems that he has to take a bite of the bet."

"Of course, who made him so hateful. Hey, do you think he can pull out all the swords?"

Qingyi thought for a moment and looked at Zhang Yan in the distance, and then said, "If the speed has not changed, you will definitely lose. If not, you will win."

Xia Xiwei laughed, waved her little fist and muttered, "This guy must slow down, must slow down, no matter what... he will slow down!"

PS: Well, gentlemen, I will go back to school the morning after tomorrow. I will be very busy picking up things these two days, but I promise to update it. Are you satisfied with this attitude?