History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The Buddha on the white rosette, unlike other Buddhist monks, masked the treasure, but it was like a very ordinary middle-aged monk, with a detailed and vivid expression, full of fireworks and red dust.

In his pair of eyes, he did not see wisdom and roundness. All the methods were empty and peaceful. Instead, he contained a variety of emotions. At the moment, the complex color was revealed, looking at the fall of the ancient sword and Yuding real people.

In him, it is his long sword that is particularly noticeable.

Ling Xian's sword rushed to the sky, enveloped the entire Yuquan world, and even spread into the distant universe void.

The majesty of the sword's meaning seemed to be better than the ancient sword of the immortal who had no master at the moment.

This Buddha is naturally a sword Buddha.

Tong Xinlin and Qingzhang Taoist, who once experienced the sword and buddhist dignity personally, although they could not visually see their specific image, they could also feel the scent of worship that seemed to overwhelm the Yuquan world at that time.

But now, the scent of swords and buddhas gives them a different feeling than they did two thousand years ago.

Not only is it different from the Shura Dao, which is stubborn and aggressive, and it is also different from the hell Dao of the manic and bloodthirsty.

Sword and Buddha at this moment, even people do not feel a little Zen.

He was said to be like a Taoist Tianzun who became enlightened with a sword, and I was afraid that there would be more than one Buddha who proved the power of Buddha.

"Human Tao ..." Some people who know something about swords and Buddha suddenly have a thought in their hearts.

The sword and Buddha sat on top of the white lotus, reaching out to take the ancient immortal sword.

But a huge, shaggy hand clawed over, and the momentum was about to break the sword Buddha's arm, and he was not allowed to take the sword.

"Why is the demon body fighting over Buddha?" The sword and Buddha looked puzzled, but never retreated.

He still reached forward with one hand, and pulled out the sword behind his back with the other hand.

Then, like the meteor shower, the terrifying glory of horror fell from the sky, and they all pointed towards the giant demon monkey.

"Although it is already a double-flowered gathering, it can't compare with the fierce prestige of the Qitian Great Saint in the past." The sword Buddha said, Jianguang had fallen.

The demon monkey spit his teeth at the bottom and said verbally: "You three flowers gather to deceive yourself."

The demon monkey raised his hands, the golden light gathered in his palm, and then condensed into a wishful gold hoop, dancing like a hot wheel.

The fierce golden hoops danced across the wind and the clouds, breaking all the sword lights that fell from the sky.

Then, he turned over and still hit the arm of the sword Buddha to grab the sword.

The sword and Buddha's hand stretched out, but the figure suddenly flickered.

At this moment, he seemed to be everywhere.

A sword appeared behind the demon monkey, pointing directly at the back.

A sword appeared above Yan Zhaoge and others, as if the punishment had come.

Next to the ancient sword, there was a hand flashing, and when it was near, the ancient sword was caught.

The sword and Buddha that appeared at the same time are all true at this moment, not an illusion.

It is the unique divinity of the Da Luo level strong.

"Doo!" Then the monster monkey screamed, flipping his figure into the air.

Suddenly, there seemed to be countless monster monkeys in the void!

There are as many demon monkeys as there are sword and Buddha.

The dazzling vision called Yan Zhaoge and others suddenly seemed to be in a dream.

Then at the next moment, all the wonders of the two sides disappeared.

In the air is still a golden retriever giant ape, confronting a sword-bearing monk.

"Qi Tian Da Sheng, really worthy of Qi Tian Da Sheng." Sword and Buddha sighed: "Falling to the level of Taixu, but still retaining many of the magic of Da Luo, at least it can be done under stress."

He was no longer sitting on the lotus platform at the moment, but got up and stood on the white lotus, holding a sword in one hand, the gray monk's clothes were blown by the wind, and looked more like an awe-inspiring swordsman.

Yan Zhaoge appeared on the shoulder of the Great Saint Golden Body transformed by Panpan: "Sword Buddha is also worthy of being a sword Buddha, incarnation of humanity, and it is still the top strength in Bailian Pure Land."

There are six reincarnations of swords and Buddhas. When they are in Heaven, Shura, and Hell, the fighting power is the strongest, but the human, animal, and hungry ghosts are inferior.

But even so, its strength is still among the best among the Dao Tianxian.

After all, before entering the Dao in the past years, before ascending the Da Luo, as a sword bodhisattva, he also had a number of hands in the same level of authentic Buddhism.

In the past, as a buddha, how could it be easy?

Unfortunately, he still couldn't help Yan Zhaoge's Great Saint Gold Body.

A big golden body can hold down a fat beating like Luo Dao like the King of Inspiration. If it weren't for Yuan Tianjiao's obstruction, it wouldn't matter to kill the King of Inspiration.

Even if there is a wound in the battle over the Buddha, it can suppress a great golden body, because its strength is strong.

Although the sword and buddha are strong, they are still outgoing after all, and their strength is in no way comparable to the victory of the Buddha.

"Who are you?" Sword and Buddha looked at Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di.

Yan Di did not go with Yan Zhaoge, but walked to the depth of the void intertwined with the dark red sword and light.

Tai Yi Huayun unfolded, as if echoing something.

Stabbed by the sword and Buddha's eyes, Tai Yihuayun fluctuated.

But Da Shengjin shook his body slightly and the golden light appeared, which cut off the sword and Buddha's eyes, so that Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di could not feel the chill.

Seeing this, the sword and Buddha frowned and looked back, focusing on Yan Zhaoge and Dasheng Jinshen.

"My name is Yan Zhaoge, and that is my father." Yan Zhaoge replied calmly: "Ancestor Yan Xingtang, grandmother Di Qinglian."

Hearing these two names, the thick black eyebrows of the sword and buddha were twisted into a ball, and the eyes were cold: "It turned out to be the descendants of Yan Xingtang and Di Qinglian. . "

His voice is very complicated and contains a bit of admiration, but more of it is uncontrollable anger, even hatred.

"If you don't respect the driver, your ancestors and grandmothers will not be in trouble." Yan Zhaoge said coldly.

Sword Buddha nodded slowly: "Do you want to stay with me?"

As far as he could see, he suddenly had a black thread, protruding from the void, as if countless gas.

The black silk thread interweaves, forming a giant net, gradually covering the void, and the sword spirit of death and extinction of the extinction of the soul, which comes out from it.

The high-definition swirling figure of the ancient sword of immortality is looming.

"Xianxian ..." The sword and Buddha's eyes fell on the ancient sword in HD Xuanxuan's hand, and then looked at the ancient fairy sword that was near and far away, and shook his head: "There is indeed hope to kill me, but You have no chance today. "

He turned his head and looked into the distance: "If now my central Soma Pure Land is not at war with Xianting Demon, I will enter the world and my disciple will come to me and he will have become a Buddha after two thousand years. "

As if verifying his words, there was a sword light shining in the distant sky!

In the sword light, a white lotus bloomed.

Bai Lian sat on the top of a young man, wearing a cassock, but left a long hair scattered behind him.

A long sword was placed across the young man's knee.