Nightfall Chapter 102: Iron sword, wooden sword, between thoughts
Jun Mo walked into Lan Kehou Temple, the yellow-clothed monks among the stone flats surrounded by the sound of Buddha's words, and the iron pestle and copper bowl in his hand smashed past like raindrops. Some of them have deep realms and quicker reactions The practitioner also cast a flying sword.
Quick response sometimes is not a good thing, like this moment.
Jun Mo waved his sleeves, the atmosphere in the courtyard was in chaos, countless copper bowls and iron pestles shot back, and those monks were dying of blood when they were smashed by their own destiny. Seeing that many people were out of breath.
Then he coldly looked at those practitioners with deep realm and quicker response. Those practitioners felt their power and pressure, and more than a dozen flying swords were shot down by autumn rain, and some practitioners even broke and spurted to death.
There are horrible howlings between the stone flats, broken limbs flying all over, blood flowing into rivers, even if the autumn rain is gradual, it cannot be washed away in a moment, a strong smell of blood, it tears the quiet breath of the ancient temple Something left.
Ye Su quietly looked at the wooden sword, and the rain hit the surface of the sword, gradually washing away the two white marks left by the second character of Ning Que, then he raised his head and looked at the man wearing the high crown.
Jun Mo saw that there was no black carriage under the stone steps in front of the temple. He looked at the chessboard in front of Master Qishan, and he felt a gaze, looking sideways, just to meet Ye Su's gaze.
The two did not speak, each looked indifferent.
With a choke, Ye Su Mujian unsheathed, mixed with Qiu Yu, and stab Jun Mo.
At this time, Jun Mo finally made a sword.
From breaking the Buddha's light to the Lanke Temple, all the way, everything that was blocked in front of him was shocked. He never made a sword because he did not meet anyone worthy of a sword. , And Ye Su is a Taoist genius who walked through the Taoist sect. He was naturally qualified to let him out of the sword.
Jun Mo has a high crown and wide belt, and his robes are wide. It is hard to see where the sword box is placed.
But when his sword appeared, everyone in the temple could see it.
Because his sword is different from that of all swordsmen in the world. The sword body is extremely wide, so wide that it is unimaginable. It doesn't look like a sword at all, but more like a square piece of iron.
Such a square iron piece is extremely conspicuous, and it is very difficult to miss it.
Jun Mo's sword was meant to be seen by everyone.
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Mr. 2 of the Academy and the sword walking by Daomen finally met in the autumn rain of Lanke Temple.
Yesu's sword has no traces. Silent, ruthless, and knowledgeless, walking in the autumn rain, it seems to have become a real autumn rain, capable of moisturizing things silently, but without the compassion of spring rain for life.
Jun Mo's sword is wide open. Follow the straight line in the rain. Everywhere, it will seriously violate the rule of sword control in the practitioner's heart. It will suddenly turn back and still walk in a straight line.
Yesu's Dao Sword is the thinnest cold wind and the slightest autumn rain, which can enter the world.
Jun Mo's iron sword is Fangzheng to the extreme, and wind and rain cannot enter.
In a very short moment, the wooden sword and the iron sword met and collided in the rain. It seemed that no collision happened again, and Qiu Yu was forced to fly sideways by these two powerful swords.
Suddenly, Jun Mo's expression was awkward, and he didn't hesitate to turn around and rush towards the Buddha Hall!
At this time, Ye Su's wooden sword is unparalleled in the autumn rain, and will come to a place three feet behind him.
Jun Mo looked at Qi Nian in the Buddha Hall, his face was pale, his wide sleeves flicked behind him.
That square and wide iron sword. Roaring back from the west temple wall. Instead of drawing the square pattern as before, I started drawing straight lines very simply. It looks straighter and harder, so stronger!
Ye Su looked at Jun Mo walking toward the temple, turned around indifferently, and no longer looked at him, but looked at the courtyard wall of the back temple, looked at the eaves of the temple below the slope, and there was something in his eyes. The meaning of thunder and lightning!
Jun Mo walked towards the dilapidated Buddha Temple. Ye Su looked at the cornice of the courtyard wall. They were the most powerful and proud of the younger generation. Then they looked at each other and turned around if they didn't.
In the rain clouds over Lanke Temple, there was gradually bright accumulation, lightning fell and thunder roared loudly. The wooden sword that walked through the autumn rain seemed to be hit by thunder and lightning, with a hint of brilliance, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, and continued to stab Jun Mo!
The iron sword and the wooden sword finally collided in a level visible to the naked eye.
Autumn rain is scattered, thunder and lightning roar!
Ye Su's swordsmanship, at this time, it seems that he has understood the world's most truth, and has even stepped into the realm of apocalypse!
Jun Mo still didn't look back, he was still rushing towards the Buddha Hall.
He doesn’t have his own rules, and he doesn’t have the power of Haotian to be borrowed from as a monk, but his belief in a certain rule with his iron sword is so indestructible that that rule, even from a certain rule In this sense, it has become his own rule, and that rule is order.
His iron sword guards absolute order.
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Qinian's lips are a little white, and they are still a little dry when they are soaked by autumn rain. When they move slightly, they are like withered leaves in the rain, shaking gently.
The people around the stone steps in front of the temple were shocked to the extreme, their expressions changed drastically, because they knew that they would soon see the picture of the long-legged closed mantra in the spiritual world being broken by one word.
The Buddhism has been walking the Qi Nian practice closed mantra for 16 years. He has never broken the precepts. Even in the snow forest by the Chang'an City Lake, he faced the mysterious Sect Master Cicada for twenty-three years. Relapse.
From this, one can imagine what it would mean if the mantra was closed for 16 years and once the precept was broken.
Qinian's lips opened slightly, and half of the tongue could be vaguely seen inside. The expression on his face was very calm, and he said a word softly. Because he hadn't spoken for too long, he seemed a little confused.
"Illness."
What he said was too ordinary and casual, and it was impossible to feel it. It was like a person who hadn't spoken for sixteen years. The first word he uttered formed a huge gap with people's imagination.
Lan Kehou Temple is quiet.
The stone statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain in the distance seemed to have heard the word, and the face of the Buddha carved out of the rock suddenly became vivid and seemed to be extremely compassionate.
In the palm of the right hand where the Buddha statue faces the mountain, there is a hole that Ning Que shot with the Yuan Thirteen Arrows. The hole hasn't changed in any way, but the Buddha's light from the palm of his palm disappears.
Buddha light appeared on Qi Nian's body.
His eyes fell on the chessboard.
The ground of the ancient temple began to vibrate violently. The monks and practitioners who had fallen in a pool of blood were shaken into the air. Numerous cracks appeared on the walls of the temples of the middle and former temples.
Somewhere outside the Buddha Hall, a slightly swinging dumb bell hovered in the air. Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the ancient clock, and then exploded like a flower!
The clock cracks like tiles!
Mei Cong Chengxue!
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In the autumn rain, the second brother's black hair fluttered backwards, the Boss fluttered wildly, and his anger was extreme.
Then he did something that no one could think of, even Ye Su, who was equally proud, could not think of.
He stretched out his hand to recall his wide iron sword, but he didn't even care about the Taoist sword with the power of wind and thunder behind him, roaring in rage. Throwing the iron sword towards Qi Nian in front of the temple!
Jun Mo's doing this is equivalent to leaving all his back to Ye Su.
He is the proud and powerful Second Master of the Academy, but leaving his back to Ye Su, who has already stepped into the Apocalypse Realm, is still no different from suicide!
Ye Su looked at the temple wall that was wet by autumn rain. Perceiving the changes happening behind him, his expression was abrupt, and he thought shocked in his heart: "This person is so strong!"
When Jun Mo received his sword, he invited Ye Su to kill himself. He was betting on whether Ye Su would dare to kill himself!
Ye Su sighed and closed the sword.
Jun Mo won, or he won the bet.
However, in this case, apart from the second brother of the Academy, who would dare to gamble like this?
Or, Jun Mo calculated that Ye Su would definitely take the sword. So is this still a bet?
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The wide and straight iron sword left Jun Mo's hand and rubbed against the air at high speed, carrying a ray of bright light. Before the sword's edge, the stone steps were twisted and deformed and no one dared to stop it!
The power of a throw is faintly similar to Liu Bai's previous sword!
Just when Qi Nian's gaze was about to fall on the chessboard, the iron sword arrived.
The iron sword cut off his gaze and landed on the chessboard.
Sixteen years apart. The word "Illness" spoken by Qi Nian still wandered inconspicuously in the autumn rain.
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Qiu Yu is silent. The temple collapsed with a sound.
With the continuous roaring sound, the temple gradually collapsed. Turned into ruins.
The smoke and dust in the sky was gradually suppressed by the rain.
Jun Mo walked into the ruins of the Buddhist temple, his face was pale, his robes and clothes were slightly dirty, his brows, which were absolutely symmetrical in the past, and even the left and right roots were exactly the same, became a little messy.
He didn't see the chessboard.
After a moment of silence, he picked up the already deformed iron sword from the bricks and gravel in front of him, and slowly straightened the iron sword with his arms - although it was not too straight, it was enough to cut people.
Then he looked at Qi Nian.
The first seat of the Xuankong Temple Commandment Academy, after a moment of gasping, replied some cultivation bases, with a trembling left hand, picked up the Yulan bell left by the Buddha in the pool of blood in front of him, and threw it towards the steps!
Jun Mo didn't even look at it, and stretched out his left hand to hold the copper bell in the air.
The Buddha nature remaining in Yulan's bell, felt the disrespect of this hand, and trembled angrily.
Jun Mo's left hand is very stable, his knuckles are long and thin, and the light of the bronze bell seeps from his fingers.
His knuckles were white, and he tried hard.
There was only a click, Yu Lanling, turned into a piece of bronze and iron in his palm!
Ning Que could not touch Yulanling because the Buddha believed him to be an evil evildoer. The second brother was able to touch Yulanling because even the aura left by the Buddha could feel his disrespect, but he couldn't think of him as evil.
Jun Mo has a righteous heart and self-confidence. He will not be deceived by any foreign objects at all. What's more, he hates Buddha the most in his life. If his heart is evil, what is your Buddha?
The sacred object of the Buddha Zong was destroyed. As the bell bearer, the master of the treasure tree was heartache, and the Buddha's heart was greatly shaken. His face became extremely pale, and he sternly shouted: "Jun Mo, you are so big Courage!"
Jun Mo glanced at the first seat of the Xuankong Temple Commandment Academy, and his right hand holding the iron sword tightened slightly.
With only a scream, the remaining left arm of the tree broke away from the body and fell into the autumn rain.
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