Immortal Young Man on Campus

Jianguang suddenly became bigger in the pupils of Tianwang.

boom!

Suddenly, a golden light appeared and met the sword light.

The sword light stopped abruptly.

Feng Wujiang stepped back, his arms were numb, and he could hardly hold the long sword.

"What's the matter?" He widened his eyes and looked at him suddenly, there was another person in front of the king.

The others also stared at the man with wide-eyed eyes.

"Buddha!"

It was not Yu Mo, but the son of Buddha who saved the king.

The Buddha held the wooden fish in one hand and the mallet in the other, Bao Xiang solemnly looked at Feng Wujiang.

Murderous intent emerged in Feng Wujiang's eyes and said, "Buddha, do you want to stand up for the king of heaven?"

"Following the benefactor, why make more murders?"

The Buddha advised: "Putting down the butcher's knife is the right way."

"Hahaha, put down the butcher knife!" Feng Wujiang laughed disdainfully, raised the long sword in his hand, and glanced at the mountain master, seeing his gloomy expression, he already understood the mountain master's mind.

Anyone who opposes the mountain master, even if the opponent is Tianlong Temple, the mountain master is the same countermeasure.

Feng Wujiang said murderously: "Buddha, since I have already committed murder, it will not be troublesome to kill one more of you."

"what--"

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

The Buddha is not an ordinary Jianghu person, but a person from Tianlong Temple, and he is the candidate for the next abbot.

Feng Wujiang said unscrupulously that he wanted to kill the Buddha, and no one else could remain calm.

Feng Wujiang is simply crazy. He turned out to be an enemy of Lingshan and Tianlong Temple. He is not afraid that Tianlong Temple will be held accountable. Is his life at risk?

Feng Wujiang didn't know the danger.

But he still made this choice without hesitation, because he was more afraid of the forces behind the mountain master.

Others don't know the horror of the Tianwu world, but he has already experienced it. That is the existence that they, the Jianghu people, can't compete.

The Buddha was not surprised by Feng Wujiang's choice, he sighed faintly, and said, "The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore. Since the benefactor of Feng does not turn back, then King Kong will be angry and be slapped in the head."

As soon as the voice fell, the mallet in his hand hit the wooden fish, and the strange thing was that the two hit each other without making a sound.

Others clearly saw that the collision between the two was not small, and it was impossible for there to be no sound.

Feng Wujiang's face froze, and a sense of tension arises spontaneously. He pretended to be calm and snorted coldly, and said, "It's a mystery, go to death!"

Swish!

With a long sword, he stabbed the Buddha.

The Buddha's face did not change, the hammer fell again and struck the wooden fish. At this moment, the long sword came straight to the Buddha's face.

Seeing that he was about to stab the Buddha's son, but the Buddha's son struck the wooden fish as if he didn't see it.

This scene was so strange that many people were stunned, and their mouths were about to put an egg in their mouths.

when!

Suddenly, the long sword stagnated and stopped steadily in front of the Buddha. Feng Wujiang's face became hideous. He was actually blocked by an invisible obstacle, and it was difficult to move forward.

"Is Tenryu Temple's attack so miraculous?"

"Buddhism is really extraordinary, completely different from the martial arts of ordinary sects."

Everyone was amazed and their eyes widened.

Feng Wujiang kept urging his skills to break through this barrier. However, the harder he tried, the more futile he found.

"The sound is great! Donor Feng, have you heard it?" the Buddha asked.

Feng Wujiang knew that he had made a big mistake, and roared hysterically: "I didn't hear anything, don't make a fool of yourself, this set is useless to me."

"not necessarily!"

As soon as the Buddha's voice fell, Feng Wujiang's expression froze, and a subtle change took place.

A faint percussion sounded in Feng Wujiang's heart. The sound was too abrupt. He looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the wooden fish and hammer in the hands of the Buddha.

"Hey, your wooden fish finally has a voice, it really is a trick, so you want to scare me, Buddha, you are too tender."

As soon as this remark came out, the Buddha did not react, and the expressions of the others became very strange, like seeing a ghost, looking at each other.

"Is there a sound? I didn't hear anything."

"I didn't hear either."

"Did Feng Wujiang have hallucinations?"

Everyone whispered, and Feng Wujiang listened to everything in his ears. His face finally changed greatly, his eyes swept to everyone, and he found that they were not lying.

They really didn't hear the sound, only he heard it.

The mountain master also had a suspicious look on his face, his eyebrows were tightly locked together, and he couldn't even figure out the martial arts of the Buddha.

"The origin of Tianlong Temple is not simple. Their martial arts are really different from the worldly martial arts, so they have to be careful."

The mountain owner thought to himself, staring at the Buddha.

The swordsman and Hou Yuan's eyes didn't blink. Hou Yuan looked strange and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, why is this Buddha's martial arts so strange? I can't even see through it."

A gleam of light flashed in Dao Shen's eyes, and he said meaningfully: "This Tianlong Temple has a lot of background, it is not simple, and the person who created this martial arts is even more difficult."

"Hmph, so what if it's not simple, under Master Uncle's Heavenly Sword, all this will be annihilated by ashes." Hou Yuan complimented.

The God of Swords did not say a word, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Wujiang felt a little guilty, and said in a stern voice: "What if I hear a little sound, Buddha, your time of death is coming, ha!"

He did everything he could, his voice was like thunder, his sword was like a rainbow, and he moved forward a few minutes.

The Buddha continued to knock on the wooden fish and muttered to himself: "The sound of the sound is great, and the elephant is invisible."

boom!

A golden light suddenly flew out from the wooden fish and hit the long sword. At the same time, the voice in Feng Wujiang's mind became louder and louder, deafening.

Click!

The long sword in his hand snapped into two pieces.

In the next second, Feng Wujiang was like a kite with a broken string, flying up from the spot and smashing towards the mountain master above the main hall.

The disciples of Lingshan came back to their senses, shouting and scrambling to stop Feng Wujiang.

However, it all came too suddenly.

Feng Wujiang's speed was extremely fast, they didn't stop him at all, Feng Wujiang smashed straight at the mountain master.

The mountain master raised his hand and flicked his fingers. Before Feng Wujiang could touch him, he was wrapped in an invisible force, turned a corner, and slammed into the wall on the other side.

boom!

Dust splashes.

Feng Wujiang threw a dog and ate shit, lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

He stood up quickly, his face was red and his ears were red, and he stared at the Buddha fiercely, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes.

The others looked at the Buddha in horror.

Between the gestures of the Buddha, he actually defeated Feng Wujiang. This cultivation base is too terrifying. To know how old he is, Feng Wujiang has cultivated for most of his life.

Comparing the two, Feng Wujiang was simply crushed into slag, which paled in comparison.

The Buddha seemed to have done a trivial thing, put away the wooden fish and the mallet, put his hands together, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"