The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 296 Immortal Killing Sword

A spectacular scene appeared on the nameless island.

I saw sword lights flying in the air continuously, as if responding to some call. The sword energy was so strong that the sea of ​​clouds in the sky were chopped into pieces.

The sky suddenly became clear.

"Red clouds, purple sun, autumn water, three-foot moon..."

Pei Qianhuo looked at the flying swords in the sky and skillfully said the names of these swords. The shock in his eyes almost solidified.

As a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, he had seen these famous swords countless times since he was a child.

The Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords and the Mountain of Buried Swords.

It is a holy place in the hearts of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion of all generations. Every sword on it represents the path that a sword practitioner has pursued throughout his life.

The sword ball technique is extremely special. When the sword embryo is just formed, it is placed in the Dantian to be nurtured. As the sword master's cultivation level increases, the sword embryo also gradually grows.

In the end, man is the sword and the sword is the man; the two are connected by blood and cannot be separated.

Therefore, after the death of the sword master, these magic swords will just stay quietly in the sword tomb. Unless the sword pavilion encounters a disaster or the original owner is resurrected, no one can control them anymore.

Even the heir of Jiange can’t do it.

In the hearts of Pei Qianhuo and Pei Qingchi, these swords are no longer just objects, but the sect elders who have watched them grow up.

They even often communicate with these swords, and each sword has its own temper.

The Chixia Sword has a violent temperament, the Ziyang Sword is a modest gentleman, and the Sanchiyue is like a graceful lady. Its former owner was also a peerless fairy.

But no matter what its temperament is, each sword is aloof and will never be in the hands of outsiders.

But now all this has overturned Pei Qianhuo's cognition.

"How did he do it?"

Pei Qianhuo pinched himself hard to make sure he was not dreaming.

"He can really do it..."

Pei Qingchi, however, took a deep look at Zhang Jiuyang's back.

During the previous sparring, she had vaguely felt that Zhang Jiuyang seemed to be holding back, and now it seemed to be true.

"No, it's fine to summon the sword from the sword tomb, after all, the predecessors have all passed away, but..."

Pei Qianhuo had a sad face and pointed at himself and said, "We are still alive, how come our own life sword would listen to him?"

Although he could feel that his connection with Jin Hong had not been interrupted, and it might be possible to call her back by force, but... this was still a bit too exaggerated.

It’s like a child you’ve raised for so long suddenly recognizes someone else as his father. Anyone would feel upset.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Swords fell like rain, and the magic swords from the predecessors of the Sword Pavilion had already fought against the current Pavilion Master, the old Sword God Pei Yulong.

Each sword is like a peerless master, proficient in some kind of supreme sword technique, and when gathered together they can be combined into a sword formation to complement each other.

The sword energy rushed forward like the Milky Way falling from the sky.

Even Pei Yulong, who had entered the realm of the Sword Demon, was on the defensive at this moment. His heavy sword grew several times larger and flew around him like a solid wall, blocking the terrifying sword energy that was like a long river.

Although he can be said to be immortal now, the sword energy in his body will be exhausted once it is used up, so he dare not put himself in this rain of swords.

boom!
Under the deep sea, a figure broke through the waves. One third of Yue Ling's armor was damaged, his long hair was disheveled, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth and knuckles. He looked a little embarrassed, but the hand holding the knife was still firm.

Without any nonsense, her eyes were as cold as knives, and the dragon-sparrow knife in her hand was burning with golden flames. The Dharma image of the Mingwang behind her also made a gesture of swinging the knife, looking down from above, as if the gods were creating the world.

This knife was infused with all her energy and spirit. It was a knife that was almost risking her life, and even her blood and essence were burning.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately changed his formation from the Changhe Sword Formation, which was mainly for attack, to the Prison Dragon Sword Formation, which was mainly for restraint and suppression.

The two of them, one positive and one strange, cooperated perfectly and changed the situation suddenly.

In a hurry, Pei Yulong, who was in the sword demon state, also showed ferocity. He simply stopped defending, swung up the mountain-like heavy sword, gathered the magic power around his body, raised a mighty wind, and smashed towards the two of them.

Boom! The island was like a crack in the ground, and the seawater poured in. A huge crack directly split the entire island in two, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Yue Ling vomited blood and flew backwards. He rolled over on the ground, supported himself with his knife and gasped for breath.

Zhang Jiuyang's fingers, which were pinching the sword formula, were trembling constantly. Countless flying swords were blown away and scattered on the ground, and the sword bodies dimmed.

He was pale, sweat was pouring down his face, and his magic power was almost exhausted. This was the first time he felt that his magic power was not enough after cultivating the Pure Yang Golden Pill.

A trickle of blood flowed out along the sword finger, and after falling to the ground, it actually exuded a sharp aura, cutting the ground into fine sword marks.

This is the backlash of the sword intent.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Yue Ling the first time. He was already so exhausted even though he only bore a small part of the pressure. It was hard for him to imagine how much pressure Yue Ling was facing.

"Don't worry, I'm strong and can't be killed."

Yue Ling wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, the golden flame in her eyes slowly went out, and she looked at him with concern and smiled.

Although a few bones were broken, it was nothing as he could defeat the legendary old sword god.

"Did we really win?"

Zhang Jiuyang was not so optimistic. He stared at the unconscious old man at the bottom of the sea with his spiritual eyes, his face solemn.

With that blow just now, the island was directly cut in half, and Pei Yulong also fell to the bottom of the sea, motionless.

It seemed as though the winner had been decided.

however……

"not good!"

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked to see Pei Yulong suddenly open his eyes. The bloodshot in his eyes became even more intense, almost turning into a deep red.

The entire sea was dyed red, as if countless creatures were being slaughtered underwater and turned into a sea of ​​blood.

However, Zhang Jiuyang knew that the sea water was not dyed red by blood, but the opponent's murderous intent was so strong that it affected his mind and made him see the sea water as red.

This is the image that the brain automatically fills in after sensing murderous intent that is beyond its tolerance. It is not an illusion, but it is more horrifying than an illusion.

"It's over, no one of us can escape now!"

"Junior sister, do you think Master still remembers us now?"

Pei Qianhuo took a deep breath. If his previous master could still remember them and still retained his sanity, then his current master would be a complete sword madman.

Zhang Jiuyang closed his eyes and began to call out a name.

A sword that he had just called upon but had not yet moved.

A sword that can stand on the top of the mountain, overlooking the mountains!

A sword that has dominated the sword art for thousands of years and dares to kill the immortals in the sky!

The swordsmanship among the 72 Disha magical powers was pushed to the extreme, and the clear sword heart inherited from Lu Zu continued to convey his call.

……

Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords.

On the top of Sword Mountain, there was a slight tremor suddenly from the Zhuxian Sword that was as heavy as an ancient stele.

The chains swayed.

A thick, vast, ancient sword intent that had been dormant for thousands of years seemed to have heard Zhang Jiuyang's call and began to awaken.

In an instant, cracks appeared on the towering Jian Mountain, and rocks fell.

It was as if the whole mountain was its scabbard.

……

(End of this chapter)