The Daily Salvation of the Protagonist of the Buddhist System

The mountain gate of Wanjiange is in the northern polar region. There are few people here, and it is snowy all year round. It is a famous bitter cold place in the fairy continent.

Cultivators are naturally not afraid of bitter cold and wind and frost. On the contrary, the harsh conditions can temper their xinxing even more. All the disciples who can be accepted into the gate wall of Wanjiange are those who are firm in heart and dedicated to cultivation.

According to legend, one of the basic homework for beginner disciples is to swing the sword [-] times a day. If this continues every day, it will take three years to formally teach swordsmanship.

In the world of monks, the disciples of Wanjiange are also well-known martial idiots, a famous single sect, and even because there are too few disciples looking for Taoist companions, they are nicknamed laymen and monks.

It is this kind of hard work and courage that made Wanjiange the sect recognized as the number one in combat power in the Immortal Continent.

Su Yun is now standing outside the mountain gate of Wanjiange, looking up at the cliff suspended in the air. To be precise, he is looking at the three majestic sword marks of "Wanjiange" on the cliff.

According to legend, these three characters were left by the founder of Wanjiange, Master Tianjian before his ascension, including his life's kendo cultivation. I don't know how many disciples have benefited from the sword marks and comprehended the kendo.

However, Su Yun's situation at this time was not good. The three words in front of him, in his perception, seemed to be a fierce and peerless master, using his tyrannical cultivation to release the supreme sword power on him.

The oracle sword has already come out quietly, resisting the sword force with difficulty, a thin layer of sweat unconsciously broke out on Su Yun's forehead, and his mind seemed to persevere in a turbulent sea.

But he knew that at this time, he must not have the intention to retreat. This is a contest of sword will, if he loses, there will be indelible loopholes in his future sword cultivation.

"drink!"

Su Yun slowly held the hilt of the oracle sword, his eyes fixed on the sword mark, and under the invisible power of the sword, he took half a step forward slowly.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the calm surface of the lake was already turbid, and the invisible sword energy was raging. This kind of mental shock was even more uncomfortable than physical injuries.

There was a trace of blood on Su Yun's lips, but there was a fighting smile on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to move forward regardless of the pain caused by the sword energy of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Go ahead!

The bright red blood dripped on the white snow, like red plums blooming in the snow, step by step, although extremely difficult, but steady as a rock.

Su Yun's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the faint sense of anxiety and oppression after recovering his memory gradually dissipated under such huge pressure.

He walked faster and faster, and his heart became more and more open.

"Hahahaha, happy!"

Su Yun laughed loudly, his figure flew up, the oracle sword was raised high, and he struck with all his strength in the direction of the sword mark.

It was a rare madness!

The blue bloody sword energy collided with the sword mark, disappeared without a trace, and the sword power also disappeared. Su Yun's heart lightened, but his spirit was extremely excited.

This movement naturally alarmed the disciples of Wanjiange, several sword lights shot from a distance, and the leader was Fu Yunfei.

"Brother Yun?"

Fu Yunfei was both surprised and delighted, just as he was about to say something, a burst of sword energy came towards him.

He avoided it in a daze, and when he met Su Yun's excited eyes full of fighting intent, he immediately understood, and then became excited, with a clang, the sword groaned, and the flying sword came out of its sheath.

Since you want to fight, fight hard!

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, born to kill.

With the two fighting as the center, the snow is flying, and the vast snowflakes are drawn by the sword in the battle, like a dragon going out to sea, hiding the sky and covering the sun.

Two red and cyan figures were flying in the center of the white storm.

The oracle sword is like a blood dragon, the sword body is covered with blood flames, the magic power is surging, the sword light collides with the light blue flying sword, the blue flying sword is like a slippery fish swimming, the speed of the two flying swords is as fast as Only afterimages can be seen, the blue and red sword lights intertwined, mixing into a colorful light and shadow.

In a few breaths, hundreds of strokes have been passed.

Su Yun's sword clearly uses the magic technique, but it is dignified and upright, exuding a kind of glorious righteousness that dominates the world.

The momentum of his sword is like the top of Mount Tai, as if the world is unstoppable. Whatever the sword points, no one dares not to follow, it is the image of a king.

The devil is the appearance, the Tao is the inside, the evil is the art, and the righteous is the body, it is really weird.

It was the first time Fu Yunfei had seen such contradictory sword moves.

Different from Su Yun's majesty and tyranny, his sword intent is quite free and easy, perhaps because of his casual personality, his sword intent is like a breeze, a white cloud.

Unrestrained, casual and natural, it seems that he will let him do what he wants, and the breeze blows the hills.

The two tried the flying sword technique for a long time, and their speed and sword intent were evenly matched.

Su Yun had some understanding of Fu Yunfei's strength, and raised his sword, "Tiangang Yuzhi!"

The oracle sword split into thousands of sword shadows, pouring down towards Fu Yunfei like a torrent.

Fu Yunfei was not afraid, the flying sword gave off misty green air, forming a cloud of blue air, thousands of sword shadows rushed into it, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, every time the cloud air was broken, the blue cloud air would quickly be released again, continuously.

Su Yun let out a sigh, knowing that this scene is exactly the sign of Yimu's hair growth.

He admired in his heart, Fu Yunfei's sword intent is like wind, and the five elements of Xunfeng in the gossip belong to wood, the nature of wood is endless and has strong resilience, the combination of wind and wood is perfect.

With the help of Yimu's endless energy for growth, Fu Yunfei is almost invincible.

Seeing this situation, Su Yun changed his moves again, and thousands of sword shadows merged into one, turning into a giant sword as high as a mountain, ready to go.

The only time this Heavenly Sword move came out, Fu Yunfei gave a strange cry, and quickly struck out the sword formula. There was a dragon chant in the blue cloud, with horns like a deer, head like a camel, eyes like a rabbit, neck like a snake, scales like a fish, claws like an eagle, The cyan dragon poked out from the cloud, and rushed towards the giant sword with its head held high.

The dragon chant and the sword chant shook the snow on the surrounding snow-capped mountains, and the sound was astonishing.

"Brother's swordsmanship has improved again, and it has reached the point where it can be transformed into a shape. It is indeed a natural sword body. I don't know when I will reach this level."

A white-clothed Wanjiange disciple who had come with Fu Yunfei earlier was watching the battle from a distance with envy on his face.

"However, who is that man in red? I didn't expect that besides Wan Jiange, there are people with such a high level of swordsmanship in the monk world, and they are even comparable to the big brother."

"He is the young master of the Blood Spirit Sect, He Lianyun." Ling Ying, who had been to Yunluo Wonderland with Fu Yunfei before, said.

She looked at the red figure standing in the air in the distance, with a complicated expression, "He is also a new friend of senior brother."

"People of the devil way?" The young man in white frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable, but didn't say anything else.

He still believes in the way senior brother sees people, since they are good friends, there must be something special about them.

Here, the competition between Su Yun and Fu Yunfei is coming to an end.

The oracle sword turned into two sword lights, one blue and one red. The blue sword light was upright and full of Dao Yuan, while the red sword light was full of evil spirits and demonic flames.

The sword lights rotated alternately, like two yin and yang fish, forming a shape like Tai Chi, and collided with each other.

A destructive power that destroys the world erupts!

"Heaven and earth return to their source!"

The green dragon was cracked and weathered inch by inch, and the natal flying sword was injured. Fu Yunfei spit out a mouthful of blood with a sweet throat, and the flying sword fell from the sky and sank into the snow.

"Big Brother!"

"Brother..."

"Elder brother, are you alright?"

The disciples of Wanjiange who were watching the battle hurriedly flew to him to check his injuries.

"Brother Fu, I accept it."

Su Yun came to Fu Yunfei and cupped his hands.

Fu Yunfei laughed, and seemed happier than Su Yun, "Dual practice of Taoism and magic, brother Yun is a genius, I don't deserve to lose."

"Boom!"

There was a thunder, black clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, silver snakes danced wildly, and lightning flashed.

Fu Yunfei was stunned, "Heavenly Tribulation?"

He suddenly looked at Su Yun, and said in amazement: "You have broken through Nascent Soul!"

Su Yun looked up at the Jieyun that was about to take shape in the sky, and grinned, "I would also like to thank Brother Fu for his help."

Fu Yunfei is so envious, the Nascent Soul Stage who is less than 20 years old, I am afraid that Xianling Continent has never had such a young Nascent Soul Stage.

He rolled his eyes. He thought he was pretty good at first, but looking at it now, he was still far behind. In fact, this person in front of him must be the real time traveler.

In this short period of time, Jie Yun had finished brewing, Su Yun smiled apologetically to everyone, and Yu Jian flew towards Jie Yun.

Cultivation is a path against the heavens. While gaining strength, one must also endure the test of heaven and earth.

From the Nascent Soul Stage, to Transformation God, to Ascension, all have to go through the test of Thunder Tribulation.

The Nascent Soul stage is four or nine heavenly calamities, and the transformation into a god is ninety-nine heavenly calamities. To ascend, one has to go through not only one hundred and eight thunder calamities, but also the invisible demon calamity.

If you pass it, you will ascend to immortality, if you don't pass it, you will die, and you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated.

Cultivation is destined to be an indomitable road of no return.

What does it feel like to stand under the thunder calamity?

Su Yun can only say that it is very terrifying. It is a feeling of facing the might of God, pointing to the inherent fear in human nature.

That feeling reached its peak when nine purple thunders with a thickness of more than ten meters struck him.

The oracle sword turned into nine shadows of swords, and headed forward, intending to shatter Zi Lei.

Simply put, Jieyun's first attack was not too strong, but in the minefield, the remaining lightning power raged in his body, it was numb, and the muscles all over his body were convulsing uncontrollably. Su Yun knew that the lightning The power can temper the body, and there is no deliberate resistance.

Then came the second wave, and the third wave. Although Zi Lei was crushed by himself, the dissipated lightning power became stronger and stronger. Su Yun felt that his face was going to be frozen by the electric shock.

He suddenly felt a little funny, but fortunately he is a cultivator, otherwise, he would really be burnt.

The last wave of thunder calamity had been brewing for a long time. Seeing the thicker and stronger Zi Lei, Su Yun's heart moved, and he flew up to face Zi Lei, holding the oracle sword, and attacked Jie Yun.

Since you are fighting against the sky, you should be more brave. No matter what is in front of you, I can kill it with a single blow!

Under the horrified gazes of the disciples of Wanjiange, the tiny red shadow rushed to the sky with unparalleled momentum.

Amidst the loud rumbling noise, Zi Lei and Jie Yun disappeared in the sword light.

This massive thunder calamity turned dozens of miles into scorched earth. It is estimated that nothing will grow in this place for at least a hundred years.

After breaking Jieyun, Su Yun fell to the ground, staggering a little, the red clothes became even more tattered, and the hair crown on his head was broken somewhere.

Although his hair was disheveled and he was in a state of embarrassment, he felt very enjoyable. He laughed and his eyes were surprisingly bright.

Fighting against the sky is indeed a lot of fun.

Fu Yunfei looked at his friend who no longer looked like a noble son, murmured for a long time, finally gave a thumbs up, and said sincerely: "Brother, awesome!"

The author has something to say: Fighting is so difficult to write, the speed has dropped to [-] per hour, I originally wanted to post it earlier, but now it is late at night_(:з」∠)_

A baby asked me, no more, me, me, me...fg must be down, the stars dare not speak, let it be, the author will try his best, try his best.

If you think about it this way, if you find out that the day is updated, you will feel very surprised, hehehe