The heavens started from Dafeng to beat people up

Chapter 123 One Sword Light Cold Nineteen States
"Jianzheng, why don't you dare to see me?"

Under the watchful eyes of Chu Linyang and other countless people in the capital, Faxiang uttered words, his voice was like thunder, resounding in the hearts of all the practitioners in the capital, making the people below feel as if they were in front of Tianwei.

In the face of this kind of coercion stemming from the instinct of life, Hao Dafa believes that no one in the capital can raise the slightest thought of resistance.

Haoqi Building, the tea room on the seventh floor.

Chu Linyang and Wei Yuan regarded the immeasurable majesty of the Buddha as nothing, got up and walked to the observation deck outside the building, looked at the golden image high in the sky, a Buddha face covering half of the capital was lifelike, and the even bigger The body appears and disappears from time to time, hidden in the billowing black clouds.

The two golden gongs behind them were sitting on the ground, trembling all over, and their expressions looked a little painful, as if they were bearing an unbearable weight, so they couldn't hang on the ground.

If they were really lying on the ground, then their hopes of being promoted to the Martial Arts Transcendent Realm in this life would be greatly reduced.

But this does not mean that the two golden gongs are rubbish. The gap between the second-rank Arhat and the fourth-rank martial artist is one sky and one earth, and it is really impossible to count.

In fact, the higher the level of cultivation, the greater the pressure you will feel from the image of the law, because this is a double oppression on your mind and body, and the higher your awareness of the image of the law, the greater the impact you will receive.

"Slayer Arhat!"

Wei Yuan's eyes were calm, his waist was straight, his green robe was violently fluttering in the wind, and the monstrous aura exuded by his tiny body in front of Faxiang was absolutely true.

"Heh, you can scare some three-legged cats by showing off!"

Standing side by side with Wei Yuan, Chu Linyang stood with his hands behind his back, the black hair on his cheeks fluttering in the wind, and he activated the map cannon, regardless of whether it was a friendly army or not, he directly swept down a large area.

Well, just standing and talking without pain in the back.

"Buddhism is still as strong as ever." Wei Yuan glanced at the unknown Chu Linyang beside him, and sighed.

Then in the howling wind, he said calmly: "The person the prisoner is chatting with you is Xu Qi'an!"

Without waiting for Chu Linyang to answer, he said with a lot of emotion: "If Xu Qi'an is here, I can guarantee that he must be standing, no matter what method he uses, he will always be standing!"

Chu Linyang silently nodded, Wei Gong, you don't understand us, as a time traveler, as a generation born under the red flag and growing up in the spring breeze, there is still no shortage of backbone!

After being silent for a while, Chu Linyang broke the silence, and said with a smile that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the bustle: "Why don't Mr. Wei go up and show his hand and send this old monk away?"

Wei Yuan's tall and straight figure remained motionless, his eyes were dark and he said: "Don't worry, someone else will take action. The second-rank Arhat can't be said to be unscrupulous in Dafeng Capital!"

"Yes, it's true that it can't be regarded as being able to push the capital sideways, but there are only five fingers who can suppress the old monk at present, and if it is said that he has no cards in his hand when he goes to the capital of Dafeng, no one will believe it."

After a pause, Chu Linyang said again: "Maybe Wei Gong is afraid that Emperor Yuan Jing will know that you have recovered your strength, so he can't bear it."

Wei Yuan didn't speak at this time, and in Chu Linyang's view, it was obviously acquiescing.

He was just about to speak again, when suddenly there was a clear howling sound from the direction of the imperial city: "Noisy!"

The sound is crisp and pleasant, and there is no lack of clarity.

In Lingbao Temple, Luo Yuheng, wearing a lotus crown on his head, wearing a Tai Chi suit, and a touch of cinnabar between his brows, walked out of the quiet room, his hair fluttering in the wind.

She made a casual move, and a snow-white iron sword floated in front of her. The sun god was attached to the sword, and the sword pointed at the majestic Buddha in the sky. , soaring into the sky.

The iron sword soared upwards at an extremely fast speed. Between the lightning and the flint, a mass of sword light that was more dazzling than the sun in the sky suddenly appeared vigorously!

The fiery red light illuminated the dim sky, and intersected with the golden method. It was the sudden burst of ten thousand sword qi, an incomparably brilliant sword qi!
Every sword energy is enough to shake the heavens and the earth, shining like a galaxy, and it is about to pour down towards the golden body!

This sword shocked the entire audience in an instant. Usually, the Transcendent Realm is a master of the world, comparable to a dragon who sees its head but does not see its tail.

How could they find such a good opportunity to directly see the fighting skills of the transcendent? This makes all the practitioners in the capital feel extremely dumbfounded. It turns out that the high-quality practitioners are so powerful, isn't it? One, is all!
Seeing this situation, the golden body dharma snorted coldly, and in an instant, the golden light was shining all over his body, as if a slowly rising sun appeared in the sky. Defeat the sword energy.

"boom"

The next moment, the sword qi and the giant palm collided like a meteorite, and suddenly it seemed like millions of muffled thunders sounded over the capital at the same time. A wave of ripples was stirred up.

After a slight stalemate for a few moments, Faxiang's hands collapsed into golden light inch by inch, and then the entire Faxiang collapsed and scattered. The red sword light mixed with golden light blended into magnificent seven-colored colors, overflowing in the night sky.

After all, it was Renzong's most lethal Qi sword, and it played a terrifying role in the hands of Luo Yuheng, who was extremely powerful. It was like destroying the Buddhist Dharma.

"Okay~, the sword energy spans [-] miles, and the sword's light colds nineteen states!" Chu Linyang on the top of Haoqi Building saw this scene and shouted loudly with a smile.

Wei Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked slightly sideways. This poem has a profound artistic conception and is full of heroism, but isn't it a bit wasteful to use it on a woman?
At this time, the Dharma image dissipated, the radiance disappeared, and the night sky returned to silence, as if nothing had happened, as if the scene just now was an illusory bubble, and there was no real existence.

The two golden gongs behind them felt relieved, they got up slowly, with shame on their faces, the residual power of a second-rank arhat almost made them get down, so how to face the divine power directly, and how to use the weak to attack the strong .

Nangong Qianrou stepped forward and complained in a low voice: "Father, this old monk Duer is arrogant and unreasonable, so he doesn't pay attention to etiquette, does he really think that I am a big servant!"

Wei Yuan didn't turn his head, still looking ahead, he replied indifferently: "They just called at the door, you don't blame them for not saying hello to you, and not asking you to get ready!"

Even when Wei Qingyi was furious, his attitude was calm, as if nothing in the world could make him lose his composure.

The feminine man bowed his head and remained silent, not daring to speak, muttering in his heart, it would be impossible for him to be so embarrassing again.

"Humph!"

Wei Yuan's expression froze, and he snorted coldly.

The effeminate man is his adoptive son who gets along day and night, how can he not know what the effeminate man is thinking in his heart.

At this moment, there was another wave in the night sky, a little golden light exploded, and then spread rapidly, accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sounds, as if the entire capital was to be included in the Buddha's kingdom of Buddha.

Deep in the clouds, another Dharma statue suddenly appeared, causing the hearts of countless practitioners who had just breathed a sigh of relief to miss another half-beat.

Compared with the previous statue, this statue is even bigger and terrifying, with staring eyes, protruding eyeballs, and a face as mighty and terrifying as a vajra.

Of course, the momentum is also completely different, far better than before several times.

It was as if the aura of the entire capital had froze, and there were no waves on the high-rise where the wind was blowing just now.

(End of this chapter)