Chapter 457 (1/2)

The incessant fury of the sword came down like a storm. Buddha, who is in the whirlpool of fierce Yin and cold sword spirit, is engulfed by the terrible wave of sword spirit.

”Whoosh!” A dark lacquer black theory of law, which is full of dark and strange black awn, flies down as a black streamer of flame rising.

The evil spirit and black smoke are surging out from the theory of lacquer black law, and a swarm of bees are rushing towards the fierce sword group. The sharp sawtooth on the dark theory of Dharma kept spinning wildly, breaking a gap in front of it.

”Jie Jie, Amina Buddha...” accompanied by a strange smile, the Buddha's whole body exudes black awn, and walks out with lacquer black Dharma theory in hand. The fierce Yin cold swords around them were like a storm. They all turned around and stabbed at the Buddha's body.

”Boom!” The endless black light is dazzling and rising, and the lacquer black Dharma theory in the hands of Buddha is rapidly and madly circling. The strange dark flame propagates, and resists all the Yin cold sword meaning from the left and right of it outside the Buddha's body.

”Ha ha, it seems that this guy hasn't completely controlled the body of Buddha, otherwise he won't recall the Dharma tools to protect himself in the face of your sword attack!” Demon respect fire Xiao words full of smile, in front of no trace gently remind way.

”Hoo No trace heavily breathed a breath, in the body of Hongmeng chaotic gas quickly added to the body of the deficit. With the movement of heart, the silver sword falls into Wuhen's hand. The sword meaning released by Wuhen is quickly integrated with the silver sword.

”All the methods are empty, one sword has no trace!” A voice, if there is no, spits out from the mouth full of positive color. Then, he put a silver sword in front of traceless body. With the silver sword's flash, the fierce wind swept across the sky in a flash. On the rock like ground above the straight stream Road, there are clearly visible and extremely penetrating sword marks.

”Jie Jie, Amitabha!” The Buddha, wrapped in the smoke of evil intention, holds the theory of lacquer black Dharma in his hand and has a cruel and strange smile on his face all the time. When a sword moves without trace, the black smoke of evil intention covered by the Buddha's whole body is completely pierced by the fierce sword wind. At the same time, the blood stains on the Buddha's body and cheek are also visible.

”Teng!” The Buddha's figure soared into the air, and the theory of black painting in his hand came out in an instant. A steady stream of evil ideas and black smoke spread out, trying to stop the traceless sword Qi below.

”Poof!” Just a dull sound, quietly from the ground below will be uploaded out. The sword Qi without trace dissipated in the void, as if it had never appeared before. However, the theory of lacquer black law covered with evil ideas suddenly broke into two pieces and suspended out of thin air.

”Keke, he dodged me!” No trace gently cough cough, the whole person looks a little pale up. The sword of that type just killed Wuchen, which consumed nearly one third of the Xuanli Qi in Wuchen's body. The universe will speed up its operation, and Hongmeng's chaotic Qi will rush into the purple and golden elixir field in Wuchen's body.