Chapter 336: Thirty Years of Accumulation of Sword Qi

The burly man had been practicing for many years. He was wearing a Buddhist Vajra that he had practiced to an extremely deep level. His whole body was filled with Buddha light. After he punched it, it shook away the wind and snow, and at the same time, it also trapped the person under the umbrella in place. Let him go.

If it were an ordinary Wangyou monk, even if he didn't feel much about the burly man in front of him, he would probably choose to avoid the punch temporarily when facing this falling punch. After all, we are both monks, and in terms of physique, I'm afraid no one can compare with the Buddhist Vajra.

His Majesty the Emperor under the umbrella was motionless. He was just holding an oil-paper umbrella and bearing the majestic punch of the Buddhist Vajra.

The umbrella surface was pressed by this powerful force, and for an instant it became like a frightened lake. Ripples continued to spread here, and the entire umbrella surface began to press downwards sharply. However, no matter what, the umbrella surface never felt like this. Ordinary oil-paper umbrellas usually break at this point, but the ribs do not break.

There is no way an oil-paper umbrella can withstand the punch of this Buddhist Vajra. The only one who can really withstand it is the Emperor Liang under the umbrella.

His expression remained unchanged, and there was not much expression on his face. Even though he looked extremely small in front of this Buddhist Vajra at this moment, he didn't care.

Whether you are strong or weak never depends on your body size.

The burly man was still unable to suppress the blow with one punch, and he naturally understood the reason. He no longer hesitated, and instantly swept his other big hand towards Emperor Daliang under the umbrella, forcing back the wind and snow. The wind of the fist instantly swept the long street. And the snow on the nearby roofs was cleared. .🅆.

This was an extremely domineering punch, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, like a golden light bursting out from the sky and the earth, competing beautifully with the white snow in the heavy snow.

The powerful fist wind shook the houses on both sides of the long street at this moment. Some exclamations suddenly sounded on both sides. Along with these exclamations, there were also the sounds of countless tiles falling into the snow. Fortunately, The snow was thick enough, so too many green tiles didn't break into pieces.

But on the street side, because the snow had been cleared and the green tiles fell, there was a continuous sound.

Emperor Liang, who had always been expressionless, finally changed his expression after hearing these noises. Under the umbrella, he suddenly stretched out a hand and patted the huge arm that was slapping towards him. .

Under that fist that shimmered with golden light, Emperor Liang's hand looked very small, but extremely powerful. As his big hand shot out, countless qi machines gathered from all directions between the heaven and the earth, because of the volume. Countless wind and snow arose, and it looked like countless snow-white air waves, hitting the golden arm in front of me one after another.

The Buddhist Vajra, which emits golden light all over its body, should not be afraid of the world.

Most of the attacks, not to mention that the Emperor Liang in front of him did not use Taoism like a monk, but only used Qi to attack, so he did not hide.

But soon he discovered his folly.

Those snow-white air waves were like the most terrifying thing in the world. When they landed on his arms, they were like huge sledgehammers, hitting him hard. Every blow had the power of thunder.

The face of the burly man was filled with countless emotions at the moment. At this moment, he looked as terrifying as the angry-eyed King Kong recorded in Buddhist classics.

He really wanted to take back his two big hands, but found that he couldn't move. The Emperor Liang, who always held an umbrella, looked into the distance lightly, then waved his sleeves, and a terrifying aura instantly hit the huge Buddhist form of Vajra, causing him to fly backwards and fall heavily at the end of the long street.

puff--

A mouthful of blood mixed with mottled gold threads was spat out by the Buddhist Vajra, and his appearance quickly shrank in an instant and returned to its original appearance.

The burly man looked at Emperor Liang with an expression of disbelief. He knew that the Emperor of Liang in front of him was the best martial artist in the world. This was true. In his heyday, he could kill himself with just a raise of his hand. He did not know this at all. No doubt, but now he is obviously seriously injured and has long been less than one-tenth of his peak self. Why can he lose in an instant?

You know, I opened the Buddhist Vajra Dharma and stood ready. Every attack I made before was done with all my strength, but I didn't underestimate the Emperor Daliang in front of me at all. But even so, he was still not the enemy of the other party?

The burly man had an ugly face. After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, he looked into the distance, but just for a glance, he quickly looked away, exhaled a filthy breath, and said softly, "Your Majesty is indeed amazing."

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This Emperor of Daliang probably did not show any force for many years before he left the capital of the gods and went to the north. Only by relying on his governance and control of the Daliang Dynasty, he had long been the best emperor in the hearts of most people in the Daliang Dynasty. His Majesty. But regarding his military power, not many people actually had a clear understanding of it before the Battle in the North.

A warrior who forgets his worries, this was the only thing everyone knew about Emperor Liang before the battle in the north.

even before that

, and not many people think that he will be the best martial artist in the world, a peerless strongman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Guanzhu.

But now, everything has changed.

Even the burly man who came to kill him, a Buddhist King Kong who wanted to compete with his opponent with his physical strength, also sincerely praised him when facing the Emperor of Liang.

Emperor Liang raised his head, he was naturally great.

Everything he has done in his life has clearly told the world that he is amazing.

"You have already agreed that you should die first to see how much strength I have left."

The voice of the Daliang Emperor was extremely cold through the wind and snow.

The burly man laughed and said, "If I can really go to Jiuyou with your majesty, it would be a blessing."

The Daliang Emperor said indifferently, "Why are you so confident?"

The burly man sighed and said, "Your majesty is too strong, and I can only use words to encourage courage."

After saying this, the burly man slowly stood up. The arm that was hit hard by the Daliang Emperor's aura was already covered with scars. He didn't look at the miserable state of the arm, but just stretched out his fingers, put two fingers together, and cut a crack from the center of the eyebrows from top to bottom. Blood slowly flowed out of the crack and soon dripped onto the upper body of the burly man. As the blood dripped, golden veins began to appear under the skin of the man's chest, like a spider web constantly expanding on the surface of his body.

The Emperor of Daliang looked at this scene, without any hesitation, and his whole body suddenly rushed forward, and before the Buddhist Vajra could move, he had already arrived in front of him.

The burly man was suddenly startled, and before he could react, he met the eyes of the Emperor of Daliang.

Those were eyes with a vast world in them.

He raised his hands and fell with countless breaths.

The burly man held his hands horizontally in front of him.

There was a loud bang!

The long street was shattered, and the burly man who had just stood up had to kneel on one knee at this moment, with shock and fear on his face.

The Emperor of Daliang looked at him and said calmly, "If you really let you perform it, it would be a bit troublesome."

His eyesight was no worse than anyone else in the world, and he could naturally see that if he let the Buddhist Vajra perform what he wanted to perform, then things would be a bit troublesome. If it was just this one person, it would be fine, but the facts proved that those who wanted to kill him

would never come just one person.

Although the golden veins on the burly man's body were still there, they dimmed a little when he couldn't stand up, as if they were stagnant.

The Daliang Emperor kept one hand on the burly man's hands, and then smiled and said, "The sword immortals in the world are all romantic figures. Why hide? It's boring."

As he said this, the sound of swords suddenly rang between heaven and earth.

The blind old sword immortal who had been staying on the roof in the distance heard this and no longer hesitated. He tiptoed and flew into the sky in an instant. At the same time, the cloth strips wrapped around the sword box behind him suddenly broke at this moment. If you look closely, you can see that the places where the cloth strips broke are very neat, which is definitely cut by a sharp object.

There are all kinds of magic weapons between heaven and earth, but in terms of sharpness, only the flying sword is the best!

The sword has not been out of the box, but the sword energy is already overwhelming.

The blind old swordsman flew into the air, his sleeves fluttering, and said calmly, "I have four flying swords in my box, and they have not been out for half a century. Now I have met a great man like Your Majesty, so please see if my sword skills are different from the past and whether Your Majesty can do anything."

The Daliang Emperor did not turn around, but said calmly, "Four flying swords cannot cut off my head."

The blind old swordsman did not speak, but silently recited a sword formula in his heart, and then slowly spoke, "When I went up the mountain to practice sword, I was only a few years old, still a child. I met my mentor in the mountains. The mentor gave me a flying sword named Xinjing. The sword body is as clear as a mirror. It is the flying sword that has been with me the most recently."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flying sword with a clear sword body flew out of the sword box. As he said, the sword body of the flying sword was as clear as a mirror.

The Daliang Emperor glanced at the burly man and shook his head, saying, "This sword immortal is much stronger than you."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves and drove the burly man back hundreds of feet, then slowly turned around.

The Daliang Emperor raised his head, but he still didn't throw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this sword of mine is the sword I realized when I entered the sword art. The name of the sword move is the name of the sword. Please teach me, Your Majesty!"

As the blind old sword immortal said this, the flying sword named Xinjing flew through the air, passing through the wind and snow, and the sword energy was strong, and it flew towards the Daliang Emperor.

At this moment, the sword light seemed to illuminate the world.

The Daliang Emperor looked at the sword light all over the sky and smiled, "Good sword."