The Buddha on the white rosette is not like the other Buddhas. It looks like a very ordinary middle-aged monk. His expression is vivid and full of fireworks.

In his pair of scorpions, there is no wisdom and roundness. The lawlessness is pure and peaceful. Instead, it contains a variety of emotions. At this moment, it reveals complex colors and looks at the remains of the ancient swords and the real people of Yuding.

What is particularly noticeable to him is his long sword.

Ling Xiaojian rushed, covering the entire Yuquan world, and even spread to the distant universe.

The sword of the sword seems to be even better than the ancient sword of the lord at the moment.

This Buddha is naturally a sword Buddha.

Yan Xinlin and Qing Zhang Dao had personally experienced the sword and martial arts in the past. Although they could not visually see their specific image, they could feel the sigh of worship at the time.

But nowadays, the scent of the sacred Buddha gives them a feeling different from that of two thousand years ago.

It is different from the Shura Road, which is arrogant and aggressive, and different from the **** road of arrogant bloodthirsty.

At this moment, the Sword Buddha can not even feel a bit of Zen.

He said that he is like a Taoist Taoist who is enlightened by a sword. He is afraid that he will have more of a Buddha's power to prove Buddha's fruit.

"The human world..." Someone who knows a little about the Sword Buddha has a thought in his heart.

The Sword Buddha sits on top of the white lotus and stretches his hand to take a picture of the sacred ancient sword.

However, a huge furry hand was taken over, and the momentum was about to interrupt the arm of the sword Buddha, and he was not allowed to take the sword.

"Why is the demon in the fight against the Buddha, why is it here?" The sword Buddha was confused, but never retreated.

He still stretched out one hand, and the other hand pulled out the long sword behind him.

Then, as if the meteor shower was so horrible, it would fall from the sky and point to the huge demon monkey.

"Although it is already a double flower gathering, it is not as good as the glory of the past." The sword Buddha said, Jianguang has fallen.

The demon monkey screamed at the bottom, and spit out people: "You are the top three, and you are deceiving yourself."

The demon monkey raised his hands, and the golden light gathered in the palm of his hand, which condensed into a wishful golden hoop, as if the hot wheels were dancing.

The fierce golden hoop danced, sweeping the four sides and breaking the swords that descended from the sky.

Then, as soon as he turned over, he still hit the sword Buddha to grab the sword's arm.

The sword Buddha did not change his hand movements, but his body shape suddenly became erratic.

At this moment, he seems to be everywhere.

There is a sword behind the demon monkey, pointing straight to the heart.

Yan Zhaoge and others appeared on the top of the sword, as if the punishment came.

Next to the ancient sword of Xian, there was a flash of hand, and it was close to the moment, and the ancient sword was already caught.

The sword Buddha that appeared at the same time is all true at this moment, not an illusion.

It is the great power of the Da Luo level, the unique difference.

"Hey!" But the demon monkey shouted and turned his body into the air.

Suddenly, there are as many figures as the demon monkeys appearing in the void!

How many swords are there, how many monsters there are.

The dazzling vision, called Yan Zhaoge and others, was in a dream for a while.

Then the next moment, the gods of both sides disappeared.

In the air, it is still a golden eagle, confronting a sword.

"Qi Tian Da Sheng, really worthy of the heavens." Swordsman sighed: "Falled to too imaginary level, but still retains many of the gods of Da Luo, at least can be done with stress."

He was no longer sitting on the lotus platform at the moment, but stood up and stood on the white lotus, holding a sword, the gray coat was blown by the wind, and it looked more like a swordsman.

Yan Zhaoge appeared on the shoulder of the great holy body of Panpan: "The sword Buddha is not a sword Buddha, and it is the embodiment of the human world. It is still among the best in Bailian Pure Land."

The Sword Buddha is reincarnation in six lanes. When he is in Heaven, Shuluo Road and Hell Road, the fighting power is the strongest. The human road, the animal road and the hungry ghost road are inferior.

But even so, its strength is still among the best in the foreign roads.

After all, before he went to the foreign roads in the past, he was a sword bodhisattva, and he was in the same level of Buddhism.

In the past, as a Buddha, what is Yi and his generation?

But unfortunately, he still can't help Yan Zhao's big holy body.

A big holy gold body, you can press the inspiration of the big king like the big road, a big fat, if it is not the blockage of the Yuantian robbery, killing the inspiration king is not in the words.

Even if the fight against the Buddha is hurt, you can suppress a big holy body, which is because of its own strength.

Although the sword Buddha is strong, after all, it is still a foreign road. In any case, the strength is better than the victory of the Buddha.

"You, who is it?" Sword Buddha sight, glance at Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di.

Yan Di did not go with Yan Zhaoge, but went deep into the void of the dark red sword.

Taiyi Huayun unfolds as if it is echoing something.

Being spurred by the sword Buddha’s eyes, Taiyihuayun fluctuated.

However, the golden sacred body shook a little, and the golden light rose, and the eyes of the sword Buddha were isolated, so that Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di could not feel the chill.

When the sword Buddha saw it, he frowned and regained his gaze, focusing on the Yan Zhao song and the Da Sheng Jin body.

"My name is Yan Zhaoge, who is my father." Yan Zhaoge replied calmly: "The ancestor Yan Xing, the first grandmother Di Qing."

Hearing these two names, the black eyebrows of the Sword Buddha are twisted into a ball, and the eyes are cold: "It turned out to be the descendants of Yan Xing and Di Qing. If they are not two of them, I will not be in the millennium. ""

His voice is very complicated, including a bit of admiration, but more is unstoppable anger, even hatred.

"If you don't respect the driver, the ancestors and the first grandmother will not be in trouble." Yan Zhaoge said coldly.

The sword Buddha is bowed: "Do you want to leave me?"

He looked at the light and suddenly there was a black line, which came out of the void, as if there were countless gas.

The black silk threads interweave, forming a giant net, gradually obscuring the void, and the death of the soul is extinct, and it is heard from it.

The high-definition swirling hand-held figure of the ancient sword is looming.

"Zhu Xian..." The Sword Buddha’s line of sight fell on the ancient sword in the hands of the high-definition whirlpool, and then looked at the ancient sword that was close at hand but far away from the horizon. He shook his head: "There is indeed hope of killing me, however, You have no chance today."

He turned his head and looked into the distance: "If now, my central aunt is not fighting the Xianting evil spirits, I am entering the human world. My disciple will come to me for me. Two thousand years later, he should have become a Buddha." ”

As if to verify his words, in the distance, there is actually a sword light!

In the sword light, a white lotus blooms.

Bailian sat on the top of a young man, dressed in a shackle, but left a long hair and scattered behind him.

A long sword is placed across the knees of young men.

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