Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4945: The Big Belly Buddha

Every sword intent he released was enough to easily kill any fairy bone.

Millions of sword intent, originated from swordsmanship, repeating endlessly.

Even after killing all the fairy bones in front of him, he didn't put too much effort into it.

This is a road to the bones of immortals. I don't know how many immortals fell here to cast it.

Although the army of 100,000 immortal bones has been revived, Jian Wushuang knows that this is just the beginning.

This **** bone road hidden under the imperial city seems to have not been opened for countless years, and it is full of an unspeakable ancient prohibition.

Jian Wushuang was alone, stepping on the broken bones under his feet, and marching towards the deepest part of the road of bones.

Everything has just begun.

In order to prevent emergencies from happening, he directly allowed the sword intent to flow around his body. Once a danger approaches, he can directly react.

On the road to the bones, apart from the bones whose fairy rhyme has been lost, there are only treasures and true swords that are broken everywhere.

They have been broken for countless years, and have long fallen asleep with their owners.

The best preserved of these treasures are real swords.

They plunge into the ground obliquely, although the sword's edge is not sharp, but there is still a powerful force surging, as if waiting for a battle.

The more you move forward, the more Jian Wushuang feels something unusual.

The sense of ancient prohibition has become stronger again.

At the same time, the bones under the feet are very different from the previous ones, turning into grayish white.

It was another hundred feet away, and Jian Wushuang saw a strange scene.

In the center of the road in front of the bones, a bone pile made up of countless bones blocked the way.

The gray-white broken fairy bones have long since disappeared, but they have given Jian Wushuang an unprecedented pressure.

He has an instinct that there is something dangerous in this pile of bones.

If you follow his character, he will certainly not move forward, but the current situation has forced him to move forward.

Stepping into the realm of bone piles, an extremely violent storm rises in an instant.

At the next moment, the bone pile of ten thousand feet high suddenly shattered, and a dark arm that looked like a real dragon came out of it, and slammed heavily towards Jian Wushuang's location.

Jian Wushuang was taken aback. Although all these changes came too fast, he still expected it. With his arms crossed and supported, it turned out to be a direct blow to the sky.

"Boom!"

He snorted and the fairy flew upside down a hundred meters away in an instant!

The bones of the earth were plowed by his legs to plow two deep trenches, and his body shape was stopped.

Forcibly holding back the qi and blood tumbling in the fairy body, Jian Wushuang looked forward with solemn eyes.

The huge pile of bones has fallen down like a mountain, and two dark arms like real dragons have pushed away countless bones, gradually revealing the true face.

Seeing this scene, even Jian Wushuang was a little moved.

Under the pile of bones, there is actually a dark figure that is as high as ten thousand feet, like a low mountain!

This pitch-black figure sits cross-legged in the middle of the White Bone Road. The whole body is extremely dark, his chest is open, his belly is big and his face is round.

Especially the belly is so big that it occupies almost two-thirds of the size of the whole body, and it looks like a fat Maitreya.

The Zen clothes on his body have been ruined to the extreme, and his fat face is peculiarly shiny.

Two red lights burst out from his squinted eyes, and only greed was left in his eyes looking at Jian Wushuang.

Immediately afterwards, an uncomfortable scene appeared in Jian Wushuang.

The saliva, like a waterfall, dripped from the mouth of the big belly Buddha, almost converging into a river.

Then he opened his palms, grabbed the fairy bones scattered on both sides, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed.

Weird creaks resounded on the road of bones.

Jian Wushuang frowned, already quietly condensing an invisible sword.

"Hey, the smell of real fairy, I haven't smelled it for a long time..."

The big belly Buddha made a weird laugh, and his saliva almost turned into a river.

"Let me take a small bite, just take a small bite, I won't eat you all, okay?"

"..."

Jian Wushuang was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and the invisible sword in his hand pointed straight forward.

"If you can't kill me, just let me take a sip and I will let you go, okay?" Datu Buddha said greedily.

"Die."

He whispered, in order to make a quick battle, he directly used the ancestral technique.

The reason why Jian Wushuang has not abandoned the ancestral arts is that these two types of ancestral arts have grown up and have not been online.

Today's two styles of ancestral techniques are enough to match the immortal style.

Ancestral Shu, Tianmen of the Power Realm, and Extremes of Tianmen, were all released at this moment.

Two magnificent heavenly gates straddle the head of the big belly Buddha, and then a giant finger and a giant palm, carrying endless power, slammed into his head fiercely.

The next moment, weeping loudly.

The brilliance of the two ancestral arts directly enveloped him.

Unlimited power, exploding on this boneless road.

The wailing of the Big Belly Buddha resounded throughout the fields.

When the remaining prestige of the ancestral arts dissipated, the big-bellied Buddha's round and huge head had collapsed.

An unknown dark liquid came out of his broken head.

"I want you to die!"

He was furious to the extreme, and strong suction suddenly burst out of his huge mouth.

Jian Wushuang, who stood hundreds of feet away, felt the suction and hurriedly swung his sword to cut away the terrible suction.

Seeing that he did not draw him over, the Big Belly Buddha stretched out his arm of several thousand feet and smashed it.

Every time he swings his arm, it is enough to shatter the space.

The bones continued to collapse, the huge arm smashed down, Jian Wushuang quickly avoided.

Such a powerful blow is enough to make ordinary Yanxian hate on the spot.

While holding the invisible sword, Jian Wushuang jumped a thousand feet in one step and boarded one of the arms of the big belly Buddha.

"Jie Jie, come to my mouth!"

The Big Belly Buddha opened his huge mouth and swallowed away facing him.

Jian Wushuang turned around and glanced at his giant mouth, then the real sword in his hand suddenly pierced into his arm.

"Break it for me!" Jian Wushuang roared in a low voice. At this moment, the Million Sword Intent rushed into the arms of the Big Belly Buddha along the blade.

The sword intent is like mountains and seas, bursting out loud.

The next moment, the huge arm of thousands of feet exploded directly from the middle, and the infinite sword intent came out.

With just a sword, I broke the arm of the big belly Buddha!

The arm fell like a god, and hit the road of the bones heavily, causing smoke and dust.

Falling on the ground again, Jian Wushuang raised his sword and looked at the wailing Big-bellied Buddha, thinking about how to quickly kill him.

Through this short fight, Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that he was most likely Rank Six Dayan Immortal, and it is probably not a simple matter to kill him completely.

"Miscellaneous, I want you to die, I want you to die without a place to be buried!"