Chapter 95 (1/2)
”The son of heaven!”
In the face of the terrible sword net evolved from the fear of staying Buddha sword, Hong Yu calmed down more and more. With a clear drink, the Qi of evil spirit came out of the orifices and interwoven a complex and precise pattern in front of him. Unexpectedly, it was the scene of the son of heaven sitting in the Jinluan hall to suppress all things.
The emperor, wearing a nine dragon robe and a flat sky crown, could not see his expression. He sat on the Dragon chair, with dragons and tigers entrenched, and a bearing of Ding Town and the world suddenly came into being.
When the lines changed again, the emperor like figure moved and youyou stretched out a finger!
This finger seems to be ordinary, and it seems that the avenue is simple, and the mystery of the road is endless. It passes through layers of emptiness and layers of airflow. There is nothing to stop, and no one can stop it.
This mystery can't be expressed in words at all. It's just ordinary. One person and one finger seem to pierce heaven and earth and pierce hell.
Pooh!
As soon as you give directions, you can immediately break thousands of sword shadows and residual light, break the sword net, and force the fear of leaving the Buddha sword to stop in mid air.
The situation stopped strangely, and everything was silent, as if time had suddenly stopped.
It seems that there is only one finger and one sword left in the world, tit for tat!
”The Taoist pattern of the son of heaven?! are you destined to be the emperor?” Vatican dome exclaimed, and then it became more and more ferocious and cold, and his eyes were filled with a fierce light like a poisonous snake: ”The more talents and means you show, the more determined I am to kill you! Do you think a Taoist pattern can resist my fear of staying Buddha's sword? I'll break your Taoist pattern and kill you under the sword even if I break the sword and consume the Buddha's great power! Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be really difficult for you to become an emperor and become a climate.”
His hands were like flying bows, tied unpredictable Dharma Seals, and chanted mantra scriptures in his mouth, just like the singing of heaven, dragon and Brahman, which stimulated the great power of the fearing Buddha sword.
In an instant, the fearing Buddha sword burst out a startling Buddha light, shining the whole mountain top into a golden yellow, and the whole sword body was shining like a small sun, flying towards Hong Yu!
The animals in the mountain forest also felt the terrible pressure, curled up in the cave and trembled. The plants and trees around the mountain top were bent and broken, as if they were born to surrender to this sword light!
This sword is really terrible. It carries the power of destroying the sky and the earth. The Buddha is angry and all demons are afraid to stay. The Tao pattern of the son of heaven only resists this sword and breaks immediately, like a piece of glass hit by a heavy hammer.
”Evil dragon claw!”
Hong Yu's Tao pattern was broken, but he was still calm. It was a blessing to his heart. Ten Jinge particles crackled in his body and burst into a burst of explosion. His long arm poked out, layers of fine black scales appeared on his skin, and his five fingers were like dragon claws. Unexpectedly, he caught the fear of staying Buddha sword.
”Creak...”
The shrill, withered and dumb voices sounded. The fear of leaving the Buddha sword produced a powerful shock force. The three front blades whirled wildly like three high-speed meat grinder blades, breaking the skin of Hong Yu's palm.
Blood flowed like a column.
In an instant, most of the flesh and blood on Hong Yu's hand had been ground into minced minced meat, and the scale wound was almost full of white bones!
”Fool! You think you are a strong man of shenzang level who has begun to refine the spirit of heavenly gang. The spirit of gang protects the body and can not be afraid of swordsmen? How dare you grasp it with your hand!” Vatican dome scolded secretly. He was overjoyed and was about to control the flying sword and completely twist Hong Yu's arm into pieces.
However, Hong Yu seemed to have grasped the opportunity early, his mind moved, and the Buddha sword in his hand disappeared.
”What's this means? Where's my sword?” Vatican qiongtian's eyes were straight, and he didn't respond at all. Dementia was in place, and there were bursts of spiritual communication. He only felt the stone sink into the sea, and there was no response at all.
”How close!”