Chapter 951 Let Me Explain to You Why You Can't Beat Me

That's right, that brush with a hint of immortality is the Guancheng brush of the Four Treasures of Mao Zhai Township.

The obviously extraordinary inkstone on that side is the dragon tail inkstone of the Four Treasures of Yimaozhai Zhenzhai.

That middle-aged man who looks very ordinary is the newest sage Liu Shisui of Yimaozhai.

He is also a natural Taoist, former Qingshan Sect Liangwangfeng genius disciple, Xi Wangsun's secretary, Bulaolin senior executive, Guocheng Temple secular elder, and the sole heir of the Blood Demon Sect.

Of course, he also has the most important identity, that is Jing Jiu's boy.

"So you are Liu Shisui, a scholar of many treasures." Monk Huanxi brushed off the dirt on his body, and said expressionlessly, "I saw you today, and you really have a lot of treasures."

Liu Shisui had so many identities, yet he chose to say Duobao Scholar, which showed that he was really ashamed at this moment—Duobao Scholar sounded a bit low-level, even reminiscent of a prostitute.

Liu Shisui was still as calm and honest as he was hundreds of years ago, without being stimulated by words, he said, "Yes, I am Liu Shisui, and I have been to many places. I know all the supernatural powers you know, and there are some things you don't, and you don't have as many magic weapons as I do."

His tone was very plain, just plain and straightforward, without the slightest feeling of showing off, but formed a stronger mocking effect.

Monk Huanxi was silent for a while, and popped out a rosary with his fingers.

The rosary came to the edge of the atmosphere, shattered suddenly, and emitted countless clear lights, which fell like a waterfall and enveloped the entire Wushan City.

If you look at it from a distance, you can probably think of the picture of the ancient clock falling to the ground.

The rosary must be a very high-level magic weapon of Zen. Liu Shisui remained silent, and took out a small black flag in his hand, waving it towards the sky.

There was an endless chill emanating from the little black flag, and there was a hint of devil crying, but it was actually a ghost banner.

The sound of the ghost's weeping and the Buddha's singing in the clear light cancel each other out, and the banner cloth full of turbid air breaks through the wind, and it will engulf the Huanxi monk.

The eerie meaning in that ghost streamer is extremely strong, and it is unknown how many ghosts were sacrificed and then imprisoned in it.

Monk Huanxi moved slightly with his fingertips, crushing a rosary and turning it into a vajra, blocking the ghost streamer.

There was another huge roar that was nothing new, and he was thrown back among the rocks all over the ground, his face was slightly pale, and his eyes were even more indifferent.

"The Ten Thousand Soul Banner of the Blood Demon Sect!" He looked at Liu Shisui who was coming on the lotus cloud in the sky, and said, "It doesn't matter if you are a junior from the temple, a scholar from Zhaizhong, or a disciple from Jingyang, you dare to confine souls and cultivate them. It is more evil than what I am going to do. How can you have the face to live in righteousness?"

Liu Shisui said: "I didn't refine this streamer to give birth to a soul. I just soaked it in the Styx River for three hundred years."

His voice was still steady, without any emotion in his tone, but it still made people feel that it was a mockery.

I don't know how many soul fires are left in the Styx River. Without intelligence, it is not life. Even if it is only a fragment, it is enough to make this ten thousand soul banner have great power. What's even more frightening is that the foundation of this banner seems to be a higher-level magic weapon. In this way, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner that Chisong Zhenren used back then is not as good as this banner.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner was like a curtain that rolled up the sky, covering the sky and the sun, wrapping around the vajra, and it only took a moment for light rust marks to appear on its surface, and even bloody traces appeared on the lower part of the black jade base, which seemed to pollute its essence and abolish its treasure meaning.

Monk Huanxi took back the vajra and finally took out the most powerful magic weapon - Great Nirvana.

The Great Nirvana emitted countless calm but solemn Buddha lights, killing all the black smoke that followed the banners.

Who would have expected that Liu Shisui didn't care about the loss of yin energy from the Wan Hun Banner, and continued to swing forward, just like that and smashed down.

Could it be that he wants to use the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to perform the Qingshan swordsmanship, or the ghost swordsmanship of the south trend?

Monk Huanxi thought this way, but he was not afraid at all, and directly confronted him with Great Nirvana.

All the black smoke dissipated, and the black banner could not go any further. There were three thousand worlds and six reincarnations in that seemingly ordinary metal plate, so how could it be controlled by thousands of souls.

But at the next moment, there was a loud bang in the sky of Wushan City for the fourth time!

The voice was extremely loud but not crisp.

It's not like thunder, it's more like a bell, and it's a broken bell.

Some abandoned farms and transportation facilities nearby were suddenly collapsed.

The wind howled, the snow gradually faded, and the sand and rocks rolled around.

"It's not the Qingshan swordsmanship..."

Monk Huanxi wiped off the golden blood on the corner of his lips with his slightly trembling right hand, and his expression was a little bewildered. If Liu Shisui used the Qingshan sword to control the ghost banners, he would not care, because he also knew the Qingshan sword, but the heaven and earth-like mighty power transmitted from the Great Nirvana at the previous moment was obviously not the case.

He looked at the Great Nirvana, his expression changed slightly - if everything is invincible with a single sword, then the Great Nirvana, like the Qingtian Jian, is the most powerful defensive magic weapon in the Chaotian Continent. But at this time, a small pit appeared on the lower right side of the Great Nirvana—it was not very conspicuous, but it was a pit after all.

He looked up at Liu Shisui, and said with some puzzlement, "What is that?"

Liu Shisui took back the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, reached out and took out a black square jade seal from inside, and introduced, "It's the Seal of the Underworld Emperor."

Monk Huanxi looked at the Seal of the Underworld Emperor in his hand, and for a moment didn't know what to say, so he sighed softly, with a sense of self-deprecation.

In a normal story, in his situation, he would have to ask "How many treasures do you have?" Then maybe Liu Shisui would find a bell and take out a ruler... Why bother.

The rosary moved slightly between his fingers, and the happy monk calmed down, and said: "In the Great Nirvana, there are worlds and everything, and you will not be able to break it after all."

Yes, even if Liu Shisui had the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, the Dragon Tail Inkstone, and the Guancheng Brush, he still couldn't break through the Great Nirvana's defense.

As for the Seal of the Underworld Emperor, it did smash the Great Nirvana into a small hole, and even injured Monk Huanxi's golden body, but if he really wanted to smash the Great Nirvana... I'm afraid that before the goal was achieved, the Seal of the Underworld Emperor would collapse into a big corner. What inlay would be used then? Can his very tempered little junior sister agree?

"I still have a magic weapon, and I want to try it." When Liu Shisui said this, he was not as calm and calm as before, and felt a little unconfident.

Monk Huanxi felt a little weird, and thought to himself, if this is the case, why did you use that magic weapon to make the final blow? But since it was the last blow, it must be the strongest one. He stretched out his right hand and pointed it at the sky, and a light mirror was formed between his fingers, in which countless Buddhist mantras flowed and slowly rotated.

The Great Nirvana also slowly turned.

Slowly the breeze rises.

It seems like the wind passing through the tower forest of Guocheng Temple and Songhai.

After saying this, he put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the Underworld Emperor's Seal, sat cross-legged in the air, closed his eyes, and began to adjust his breath and calm his mind.

With such a formation, it can be imagined that the magic weapon that will be used later must carry great power.

The buzzing sound resounded through the outskirts of Wushan City, as if something was vibrating at high speed.

The breeze between heaven and earth suddenly disappeared.

The remaining snow on the ground became very bright.

That's because a flying sword appeared between heaven and earth.

That flying sword is very slender and short, the whole body is silver, the surface is extremely smooth, and it is also extremely bright.

Monk Huanxi's expression froze slightly, only to realize that he was so overwhelmed by Liu Shisui's various magic weapons that he forgot about this sword!

When he thought of this matter, the small silver sword had already arrived in front of him.

The clouds in the distance stirred and shattered, and the remnant snow on the ground was as bright as burning. The flying sword had hidden wings, with unimaginable fierce sword intent and indescribable aura, piercing the surface of the Great Nirvana, giving people a strong feeling that this sword is actually alive!

In the sound of swords all over the sky, one could vaguely hear—I'm coming!

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Many years ago, Lei Potian, the master of Bihu Peak, stole the Thunder Soul Wood and gave it to Master Taiping in the Sword Prison because Master Taiping promised to give him two swords. Later Lei Potian went crazy when he was imprisoned in the Sword Prison, he just kept shouting at the bottom of the well: There is no one, what about two?

One is all one.

Two is non-two.

This silver flying sword is the only sword.

The No-Er Sword is one of the main swords of the Qingshan Nine Peaks, the main sword of the Liangwang Peak, but it was taken away from the Liangwang Peak many years ago by Master Jingyang.

It looks ordinary and small, but its level is very high. It is only under the sword of Wanwu, slightly better than the sword of Chuzi, and far surpasses the other main swords, including Firth sword.

Buerjian followed Master Jingyang for countless years, and even followed Feisheng to the dark universe for a look, before being thrown to Liu Shisui.

For hundreds of years, the Bu Er Sword has been turned into a sword bracelet, and stayed on Liu Shisui's wrist obediently. He has been stained with vegetable dung, pickled vegetable jars, stinky ink used for writing, and occasionally vibrated and buzzed a few times.

Today its sword light finally illuminated the heavens and the earth. To start the first battle, it was facing a figure like Huanxi Monk and a magic weapon like Great Nirvana.

From this point of view, it is somewhat similar to Liu Ada's fate.

Liu Shisui's lack of self-confidence is actually because he doesn't trust it, and he is worried that it will turn around and run away when it sees such a battle and the Great Nirvana.

After all, hundreds of years ago, Jing Jiu had a bad opinion of it, and in the past few hundred years, its performance has not been very good.

After all, time has changed a lot.

When a teenager becomes an adult, a sword spirit gradually emerges.

That little silver flying sword was actually more confident than Liu Shisui, and it stabbed at Nirvana without retreating at all.

The Great Nirvana is very strong, but the most powerful barrier is not itself, but the world in those small metal squares.

Only by passing through those worlds can one come into contact with the main body of Nirvana.

The No Er Sword is the sharpest sword in Chaotian Continent except for Jing Jiu's right hand, but can it pass through the barriers formed by all things in the world?

Accompanied by the bright sword light, the remaining snow on the ground suddenly rose, and the Yashi turned accordingly, aiming at Monk Huanxi with a relatively sharp side.

The sky and earth on the outskirts of Wushan City are filled with fierce sword intent. The soldiers on the warships and spaceships who fled to the distance looked at this side through the remote monitoring system. Just seeing the bright lights, they felt their eyes a little sore, and the monitoring equipment was destroyed in the next moment.

Such a dense but dense sword intent, such a vision of heaven and earth, is somewhat similar to the scene of Jing Jiu and Xi Lai's battle in Dayuan City, even a bit like the appearance of Xue Ji holding Jing Jiu's hand and flying towards the nine black suns in the sky.

"The fifth one."

Zeng Ju supported a slowly rotating stone, looked at the Buer sword pierced on the Great Nirvana, felt the sword intent between heaven and earth, and said with emotion.

Patriarch Qingshan, General Li, Jing Jiu, Xilai, and at this time Liu Shisui, all reached the last step in the Qingshan Sword.

All things one.

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Everything is a sword, breaking everything in the world.

The delicate and sharp sword tip, in a very short period of time, passed through countless worlds, saw many skies, and finally landed on the true surface of Nirvana.

Accompanied by an extremely clear sound, the Fuji sword pierced into the Great Nirvana. Although it was not deep enough to be seen with the naked eye, it was broken after all.

There was a very small gap between Huanxi Monk's eyebrows, and a touch of blood appeared in the golden light.

The sword light illuminated Can Xue again, and Buerjian flew back to Liu Shisui, slightly trembling and dimmed, probably because of the previous blow that made it lose strength.

Monk Huanxi looked at Liu Shisui quietly, let the drop of blood flow out from the gold mark, and said, "This is not enough."

As soon as the words fell, Liu Shisui's figure suddenly became weak, and he floated in front of him like a ghost, holding a sword in his right hand, passed through the infinite world again, and landed on the Great Nirvana.

The place where it landed was extremely accurate, it was the small opening pierced by the Fuji Sword.

When the two swords were added together, the small hole became deeper.

There was a crackling sound from the depths of Monk Huanxi's golden body.

Great Nirvana turned back quickly.

Monk Huanxi fell on the Great Nirvana, supporting the cold metal plate with one hand, it seemed that his lower body could not move.

A streak of golden blood oozed from the back of his monk robe.

There is the position of the vertebrae, and for the Ascender, it is also the key point for the transmission of immortal energy. If one suffers a serious injury, it is really possible to become paralyzed like an ordinary person.

Monk Huanxi's face was pale, looking at the sword in Liu Shisui's hand, he wanted to ask something, but he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The cinnabar-like blood in the painting fell among the rocks, ignited a raging flame, and then disappeared in an instant.

What he wanted to ask was, what kind of sword is this if you broke the Three Thousand Worlds of Nirvana with the One Sword of All Things?

That sword seemed ordinary, but it was actually as cold as water, and it was extremely cold—it was like clear water that could not freeze even in an extremely cold environment under certain conditions.

"Chuzi Sword." Liu Shisui introduced.