The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 285: Swordsmanship of the Disha Magical Powers
moonlit night.

Pei Qingchi and Pei Qianhuo, the brother and sister, had already finished their recuperation. With their eyes sparkling and sword lights flashing, they walked towards Zhang Jiuyang's residence.

As they walked, the sword intent on the two men became stronger and stronger, and the sword box on Pei Qingchi's back kept making sword-ringing sounds.

"Brother, you must be alert and not let your guard down. Brother Zhang has become even stronger."

"Don't worry, for this battle, I have eaten a lot of famous swords. Now my whole body is full of sword energy. Jin Hong is very excited."

Pei Qianhuo rubbed his belly, and his usually lazy eyes became solemn and sharp.

As a swordsman, it was the first time he met someone as interesting as Zhang Jiuyang, someone he was so eager to challenge.

When they met some time ago, the three of them sat and discussed the Dao, each with his own style, but only a dozen days later, he actually had a vague admiration for Zhang Jiuyang in the Dao of Sword.

The three of them had said before that they would see who would be the number one in kendo in the future.

In his eyes, Zhang Jiuyang now seemed like a sword mountain, towering and unattainable.

This made him, as the successor of Jiange, extremely excited. He didn't care what secrets Zhang Jiuyang had, he just wanted to have a good fight.

"Brother, what do you think Brother Zhang is doing now?"

"Of course he is resting and recuperating, trying to get into peak condition to meet our challenge. Maybe he is practicing swordplay."

"After all, we are the descendants of the Sword Pavilion, and it's two against one. With the combined power of Shaoguang and Jinhong swords, even a fifth realm master can contend with him for a short time!"

Pei Qianhuo's voice was very confident. Feelings are feelings, but you can only know the real experience after fighting.

Pei Qingchi nodded, a ripple in her eyes as clear as ice and snow. She was also very curious whether the second person in the world who was so good at swordsmanship could block the combined sword skills of her and her senior brother.

"Brother, if we win later, remember to watch your mouth and don't offend others."

"I know, I know."

"And Brother Zhang is the first friend we met after we came down the mountain. Remember to be tactful when you attack later—"

Before she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly fixed, and her slender white fingers pressed on the sword case. The sword in the case suddenly rang loudly, and clear sword lights shone through the gaps.

Pei Qianhuo raised his sword finger, and the golden rainbow sword pill surged in his dantian. He seemed to have turned into a sword, becoming extremely sharp.

boom!
There was a loud roar coming from Zhang Jiuyang's room, and then the door broke. A figure flew out like a cannonball, smashing many big trees, and finally plowing a deep gully on the ground, stopping just under their feet.

It was a figure in white, but the skin under the white clothes was glowing with bright silver light, giving people a feeling of being indestructible.

Even after such a heavy blow, he was not seriously injured. There was only a slightly sunken footprint on his chest, but it was slowly recovering.

"Cough cough!"

Zhang Jiuyang climbed up, first touched his wig to see if it was still there, then dusted himself off as if nothing had happened, and made a hand gesture to put away his immortal golden body.

Unexpectedly, after cultivating the second level of the Immortal Golden Body, the first time he officially used it was because of Yue Ling.

However, thinking of the beauty just now and the gorgeous picture, Zhang Jiuyang felt a slight ripple in his heart. This kick was worth it.

Sister Yue really has something, and she hides it well.

No wonder the chest wrap has to be wrapped so many times, otherwise the armor might not be able to be worn.

He recalled the night with the Dragon Girl in his dream, and couldn't help but compare the two women together. He found that Yue Ling's was actually bigger.

The Dragon Girl is like an inverted jade bowl, small and delicate, while the Yue Ling is wide open and has prominent peaks.

However, the dragon girl's waist was surprisingly soft, and a holy and pure aura flowed from her whole body, which was another kind of scenery.

The silver light faded away, revealing a handsome face with an elegant temperament. Even though he had just been kicked away, he didn't care at all.

"Zhang, Brother Zhang?"

Pei Qingchi was a little surprised, and then looked towards Zhang Jiuyang's room, his eyes becoming very alert and dangerous.

She felt a terrifying aura. Anyone who could make Brother Zhang so embarrassed must be a very powerful enemy.

Pei Qianhuo also felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, and his sword ball was jumping wildly, giving a warning.

After a moment, a figure walked out of the room. His legs were as straight as jade, his figure was tall and slender, his eyes were bright and his teeth were white. He looked heroic, bright and generous.

It's just that his clothes were a little messy, as if they were tied up in a hurry.

Under the moonlight, Yue Ling's jade-like face had a very obvious blush. In addition, her clothes were messy, one of the buttons on her top was tied in the wrong place, and Zhang Jiuyang was kicked out...

These are all very imaginative.

"Ahem, we just couldn't sleep, so we were sparring for a while."

Zhang Jiuyang rolled his eyes, and quickly tried to make up for it, saying with a smile: "General Yue, your leg skills are amazing!"

As he was talking about the leg techniques, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Yue Ling's chest. Thinking of the unobstructed and heart-pounding peerless beauty just now, he couldn't help but feel moved.

It’s not that Meng Lang is the only one, but any normal man would have some wild thoughts after experiencing something like this.

What's more, in his mind, Yue Ling has always been mighty and domineering, like a great general, which makes the contrast even greater.

As if she had noticed Zhang Jiuyang's gaze, Yue Ling glared at him coldly, holding the knife in both hands, crossing her arms in front of her, with strands of hair fluttering.

"That's great. I just got interested. Let's continue."

She shook her wrists, and her muscles and bones worked together, making a crackling sound like frying beans.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't dare to continue. The opponent's kick almost broke his golden body. If he continued to fight, he might not be able to get out of bed the next day.

"Well, Miss Xiaochi, Brother Pei, are you here to duel swords with me?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the two of them as if he were a savior.

"It's okay, Brother Zhang, you can spar with General Yue first, we are not in a hurry-" "Brother Zhang, we have recovered well, as the saying goes, the first effort is the best, the second is the worst, please don't hesitate to give us some advice."

Pei Qingchi took a step forward, clasped his fists and saluted with his sword.

Although she was the youngest, she was very knowledgeable about swordsmanship and had a unique wisdom. She could naturally see Zhang Jiuyang's embarrassment and immediately spoke up to help him out.

"Junior sister, Brother Zhang has just finished sparring, how can we take advantage of him?"

Pei Qianhuo was completely unable to react and was somewhat puzzled as to why his junior sister suddenly became so anxious.

"Haha, it's okay, I just happened to stretch my muscles!"

Zhang Jiuyang laughed quickly, these two people arrived just in time.

Yue Ling snorted softly upon seeing this, but did not say anything else. Instead, he said calmly: "The heir of the Sword Pavilion and Zhang Jiuyang are having a sword fight. No matter who wins or loses, this matter will be a good story for future generations."

"In that case, I will be the referee. The three of you can just fight with your swords. I won't let any of you get hurt."

The voice was calm, yet full of dominance.

As long as they were under her nose, the three of them would not be in any danger even if they fought fiercely.

This is absolute confidence in one's own strength.

"Okay, thank you, King Ming!"

Pei Qianhuo's voice was very excited, and he said: "Brother Zhang, be careful!"

After saying that, he let out a roar, and bursts of brilliant sword energy spurted out, whistling like a dragon, shooting towards Zhang Jiuyang and chopping all the flying leaves in the air into pieces.

The sword energy was like a violent storm, pouring out from his limbs and bones like an invisible flying dragon, transforming into a long river of sword energy, engulfing everything.

Pei Qianhuo's originally bulging belly deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the sword energy in his heart was released in a single roar.

"Well come."

Zhang Jiuyang was not in a hurry, and even had the leisure to admire and praise the opponent's sword skills.

He flicked his sleeves, as if nothing had happened. The Xie-Zhan sword in his hair was not yet unsheathed, but the sword energy turned from tempered steel into something as soft as silk, circling around him and finally rushing towards Pei Qingchi.

This is the second innate magical power that comes with Lu Zu’s visualization diagram.

The sword technique of the 72 Disha magical powers!

In Taoism, there is a saying about the magical powers of Tiangang and Disha. There are thirty-six Tiangang and seventy-two Disha. This sword skill is one of the Disha.

Those who possess this magical power can control the sword with their breath and cultivate the sword spirit, so that they can use any sword technique in the world. When the mind reaches the sword, the sword is unstoppable.

To put it simply, it greatly increases the power of the flying sword technique, and one can easily see through other people's swordsmanship, or even learn it.

"Junior sister, be careful!"

Pei Qianhuo frowned. He knew that Zhang Jiuyang could break the sword energy technique, but he didn't expect it to be broken like this.

The opponent's flick of his sleeve just now seemed to be nonchalant, but in fact he had caught a flaw in the flow of his sword energy. Moreover, he seemed to have completely seen through his swordsmanship and was even able to forcibly absorb the sword energy and use it for his own benefit.

Pei Qingchi slapped the sword box, and seven flying swords flew out of it, forming a mysterious sword formation, which blocked all the sword energy like a tortoise shell.

Guizang Sword Formation!

Then, she pointed her swords together, and the seven flying swords changed into a formation, rushing towards Zhang Jiuyang like a dragon.

The Dragon Prison Sword Formation!

The flying swords flew through the air, as sharp as lightning, sometimes turning into a killing sword formation, sometimes turning into a sword formation to trap the enemy, and sometimes using sword light to confuse people's minds. Under Pei Qingchi's control, it was truly ever-changing and wonderful.

Zhang Jiuyang, however, had one hand behind his back, as if strolling leisurely in a garden, constantly moving back and forth in the sword formation, his movements graceful and indescribably cool.

It's not some sophisticated escape technique, but he can often anticipate the enemy, see the flaws in the sword formation first, and then dodge in advance, or even occupy the central position of the formation, forcing Pei Qingchi to change the formation frequently.

clang!clang!clang!
Occasionally, when he encountered an unavoidable sharp edge, Zhang Jiuyang would stretch out his sword finger, with a bright silver light flowing through his fingertips, and lightly flick it on the attacking flying sword, making a crisp sound of metal.

Those famous swords that could cut gold and jade trembled under his fingers. Apart from dazzling sparks, they could not even leave a trace.

"Yes, Xiaochi, your sword formation technique is indeed mysterious. It has inspired me a lot."

Seeing that Pei Qingchi's sword formation began to repeat itself, Zhang Jiuyang stopped watching.

With a wave of the sword, the evil is slain!

Clang! !

I saw a flash of red light in the sky, like a bolt of thunder that briefly illuminated the night and outshone the bright moon in the sky.

The sword wailed.

Pieces of broken sword fell like rain.

All the precious swords in Pei Qingchi's sword box were shattered by the Sword of Zhanxie at a single encounter.

Zhang Jiuyang made sword gestures with his hands, and the Evil-Slaying Sword shuttled around him like lightning, making clear and loud sword sounds, and the strong sword energy rushed straight into the Milky Way.

He was dressed in fluttering white clothes, his long hair was flying, and his eyes were as cold as a sword.

"You two, let's attack together."

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(End of this chapter)