Boom! Boom! Boom! As Jiang Hao and the floor-sweeping monk came and went to each other, there was a continuous roar like muffled thunder. In front of the Nobita Palace, everyone stood dumbfounded, watching the two figures in the distance confront each other. The two of Jiang were like ancient gods and demons fighting in myths and legends, the world was turned upside down, and the mountains and rivers were reversed. In a short while, the Shaolin Temple's martial arts field, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, was already scarred, with big pits and cracks everywhere. boom! It was another confrontation that shook the entire venue. Then the two thought about retreating behind at the same time, and stood opposite each other. There was still a slight smile on the corner of Jiang Hao's mouth, and he even took a sip casually, took the wine Calabash into his hand, and took a long gulp. On the other side, the sweeping monk, with his face still neither sad nor happy, stood with his hands behind his back, calmly.
It's just that the slightly trembling arm behind his back revealed that in the confrontation just now, he actually had the upper hand. The sweeping monk seemed to be indifferent, but in fact he was very surprised, and thought in his heart: "This kid looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, but he has such terrifying strength. Could it be that he has eaten the elixir from the sky? Otherwise, how could there be Such profound skill!" Then, he looked at 13 Jiang Hao, and slowly praised: "Lady Jiang, this palm technique is amazing! The poor monk has never seen such a miraculous palm technique!" Jiang Hao chuckled lightly, and said lightly: "My palm technique is called Paiyun Palm, which comes from the meaning of cloud impermanence. In my whole body of kung fu, except for swords, this palm technique is the one I use the most." "After the fight, I still have a Saber Technique here, which coincides with the meaning of Buddhism, old monk, come and taste it!" Immediately, he stretched out his hand and took the Xueyin Kuang knife into his hand. Then he raised the long knife in his hand horizontally, and said with an inexplicable smile: "Don't you monks talk about Buddha all day long? Today I will let you meet the real Buddha!" Then he held the long knife upside down and recited softly: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, so you should observe and let go!" At this moment, his face, which was already extremely handsome, actually carried a hint of tranquility and Zen, and he was really holy and compassionate like a Buddha. "Today, I will take you to try the number one Saber Technique in Buddhism, Ananda's breaking precepts Saber Technique!" Jiang Hao's complexion became neither sad nor happy, and there was a trace of detachment and indifference in his eyes. He slowly raised the Xueyin Kuangdao in his hand, without any fancy skills, nor with lightning-fast speed. It was such a straight cut, but the surrounding audience felt the decisiveness in this knife inexplicably. People's love and hatred, fear and greed, cunning and slander, like demons, disturb people's peace. And this one knife can understand all these afflictions, this is the first form of Ananda's breaking the precepts Saber Technique, breaking and purifying. Whether it's love or hatred, entanglement of grievances and resentments, once the knife is out, the troubles in the world will be cut off, and there will be no worries.
The sweeping monk suddenly felt a biting chill, and then a knife light burst out in front of his eyes. Like a misty solitary bird, and like a dragon swimming in the sky, there is no way to hide, no way to avoid. With one blow, everything is cut off. For the first time, a trace of panic appeared on the face of the sweeping monk, Gujing Wubo. Because he seemed to be locked in by an inexplicable Qi at this moment, unable to react at all. He could only watch helplessly as the mysterious and mysterious sword light approached his body inch by inch. The light of the knife is like the moon in the water. With all kinds of emotions, such as life, old age, sickness and death, love, hatred, hatred, etc., he fell in front of the sweeping monk! The moment the knife light came into contact with the sweeping monk, it emitted an incomparably bright white light. Immediately, all kinds of phantoms appeared on his body, depicting the red dust in the world in his mind. At this moment, the sweeping monk seemed to see all the sufferings of all living beings in the world. The birth, old age, sickness and death, joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the world are all lingering in his mind. He is not the only one, after this brilliant knife light masterpiece. In the eyes of the audience around the scene, different phantoms appeared, whether happy or sad, and everyone was immersed in different emotions. This is the second variation of Ananda's breaking the precepts Saber Technique, falling into the world of mortals! At this moment, in the mind of the sweeping monk, Own's life experience from young to old is vaguely reflected. The sweeping monk's eyes showed a little confusion [It seems that Shen has reached a young age. Thinking of my memories that have been dusty for many years, the son of Murong Longcheng, Murong Ke! I have lived under the shadow of my father all my life, and I will live after my position is restored to Dayan in this life. It's a pity that although Martial Forest is famous all over the world, it has been burdened by the recovery of Dayan all his life, and he has never been able to get what he wanted. All the hardships and hardships in his life were due to this, and in his later years, all thoughts were lost, and he became a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple. This sweep is more than forty years. Then the scene in front of him changed, and he saw another monk with an old face, a stooped figure, and a bitter and heavy face. This person is the sweeping monk himself, and he is surrounded by billowing red dust and transformed into shackles! He was trapped in Jiang Hao's knife and couldn't get out. If it is an ordinary master, even a person at the level of Wujue, facing such a mysterious miraculous skill, he will definitely be horrified. But he is a sweeping monk after all. He has been sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion for more than forty years, and his mind is as steady as Mount Tai. Immediately, he closed his eyes and recited the Vajra Sutra in his mouth.
"Amitabha 140 Buddhas!" Then his eyes suddenly lit up, and his whole body shone with golden light, as if a true Buddha came to the world! His body was surrounded by a three-foot-thick invisible wall of air, and the golden light radiated brilliantly, dispelling the illusion created by Luo Hongchen. "What a powerful body protection skill! You come to pick up my last knife of this Saber Technique, sticking to Karma!" Jiang Hao laughed loudly, he swung the Xueyin Kuangdao forward horizontally in his hand, and slashed lightly. It turned out to be straight, cutting towards the three-foot protective Qi wall of the sweeping monk! But it was such a move, just like a child's trick when they were playing, but it cut out an invisible and colorless chaotic knife light. The light of the sword evolves into infinite mysteries, and then all kinds of scenes return to this sword, breaking the endless shackles and shackles of the world. Thousands of Karma are all reduced to ashes under this knife, Heavenly Tribulation is destroyed, and Wanfa is destroyed. This knife is the strongest knife he can use now! What a three-foot air wall, what golden light protects the body, even if a fairy Buddha came to the world, it would never be able to stop this destructive knife! With the flickering of the chaotic sword light. The floor-sweeping monk who was shrouded in immeasurable Buddha's light just now seemed to be cut down from a high Buddha to a mortal by this knife. He looked at the blade on his forehead in a daze, and sighed, "It's really a peerless sword, I lost."