Chapter 662

The weeds in the cracks of the stones in the square withered at the speed visible to the naked eye. This evil spirit turned out to be a breath of death, which has a terrible effect on life.

When people saw this, they were awe inspiring. How could this magic knife be so evil!

In fact, the evil Sabre is originally a kind of Yin evil, and Shura's unique skill is the skill of cultivating Yin ruthlessness, which is vicious and spicy. Shura's unique skill combined with the evil Sabre Murakami can complement each other and greatly increase its power.

Now it's not a magic knife, but a sword of death, an absolute weapon for harvesting life.

"GA GA, Ling Tian, tell you, it's called Shura sword technique. Let's see if your Tibetan sword technique is so powerful."

"Shura sword technique." Sword God's eyebrows subconsciously pick.

"Shura Sabre technique, kill heaven and earth!" With a roar, the smiling Buddha waved his hands down to the top of the sword God's head, just like a demon God coming down from the sky.

This sword is extremely powerful. When it falls down, the space around the sword God is completely shrouded by this terrible sword meaning and evil spirit. Even if you move and dodge, you can't escape from its encirclement.

As a god of sword, the God of sword would not escape, otherwise, he would not call him the God of sword.

His face was solemn,

Hands in front of the chest made a strange gesture, and then ten fingers play.

There was no strong wind, even like fingers dancing gently, without a ripple of air.

But everyone did not despise this move, because everyone knew that the sword God would not bluff.

Xiaomianfo didn't think much. Now, there is only a knife in his mind. He is perfectly integrated with the magic knife.

He is the knife, the knife is him!

The magic sword fell down to the top of the sword God's head. The hair was flying with the wind, like a sharp sword, full of indomitable will.

Bang!

The spirit of the sword suddenly formed on the top of the God's head. It was silent. There was no cold air, only simple power.

Moreover, this sword Qi is not a single one, but is composed of five sword Qi, which is just played by the magic melody of the sword.

But just now he knew that his fingers were all together. It was only five sword Qi. What about the other five?

The other five swords immediately showed their true features.

There were five sword Qi on the forehead, throat, chest and two thighs of xiaomianfo. There was no strong wind blowing, as if they were there.

Bang!

The invisible sword Qi on the head of the sword God exploded, the strong wind scattered in all directions, and a wisp of hair fell from the head of the sword God.

The attack of the demon sword slipped to the side and fell on the sword God's ground. The stone chips were flying, and a gap spread from the place where the sword fell.

A breath of time, the entire square has become a chapped, a pick a gap densely covered square, with a dense air of evil.

The spirit of the sword does not retreat, but moves forward. Although it is only a small step, the sword God is in front of the smiling Buddha.

At this time, the five scattered sword Qi had approached the smiling Buddha's skin and split his clothes.

Roar!

Smiling Buddha roared up to the sky, a black air permeated from his body, and immediately enveloped his body.

Poop, poop

A series of blows were heard one after another. However, due to the blackness, the real situation of the smiling Buddha could not be seen. However, judging from the roars, it was obvious that he suffered a lot from the blow.

The God of sword is really the God of sword, and its strength is very impressive.

The sword God didn't stop. His small step forward was to attack. He pointed out a common finger, but people can't ignore it.

This finger penetrates the black air and points in, gently without any noise. But it's also very worrying. Can this slender finger be as complete as ever?

Ding!

A crisp voice sounded gently.

The black air fluctuated violently.

The sword God stands still, like a stone statue.

The fluctuation of black Qi became more and more intense, and the smiling Buddha made a series of roars.

Boom!

A blast, like nine days of thunder, the black air rolling violently, quickly dissipated.

The flush on Jianshen's face became more and more obvious. At last, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Then he quickly glided back to the edge of the square and stopped a little.

The black air completely dissipated, and even the black air on the smiling Buddha's face disappeared, revealing his true colors.

But he had a great change with his former appearance. His cheeks were dark and not as ruddy as before.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth as always, but at this moment, his smile was just like the smile of hell's enchanting emissary. Just a look at it made people feel goose bumps and scared.

What's more striking is his eyes. In the dark eyes, the pupil has disappeared and replaced by the Black Lotus.

Yes, each eye has nine black lotus flowers, arched into a circle, and quietly stops in the eye socket.

"Ah This scene surprised the disciples of Jianzong. Although they are experts, they still haven't seen such a strange scene.

Ning fan and Ling Yue look a little better. After all, they have seen the strange power of smiling face Buddha.

The seventh son of Jianzong saw that his master had retreated into the distance and vomited a mouthful of blood. He exclaimed: "master, are you ok?"

The sword God turned a deaf ear and looked at the smiling Buddha.

Poof!

Smiling Buddha also vomited a mouthful of blood, but his blood was not bright red, but dark red, a fishy smell from the blood.

The smiling Buddha wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. The smile of the corner of his mouth did not decrease. He said: "and this hand, hum, it really surprised me. If you don't have it, it will kill me. "

Xiaomian Buddha is injured. This blow seems simple, but it actually condenses the most powerful attack power of sword God, so Xiaomian Buddha is injured.

But the sword God's serious injury condensed this blow. Similarly, he himself was also attacked by the power of counterattack, and his power was greatly reduced.

The sword God's face sank for a moment. He had hoped that this blow could hurt the other side badly. Obviously, this hope was dashed, and the smiling Buddha was even more strange and powerful than he thought.

The smiling face Buddha moved again and walked to the sword God step by step. He said to himself, "sword God, you are not my opponent now. Let's die. Hey, hey, but I'm very curious. Who hurt you so much and made me cheap for nothing, gaga! "

On the city tower, Ling Yue hears the words, and her guilt and remorse in her eyes are getting stronger and stronger.

But the sword God said coldly: "smile face Buddha, if you want to fight, why so much nonsense. If you want to kill me, come after me. " Then he flew straight down the mountain.

The smiling Buddha laughed wildly and looked back at the castle. He seemed to say that he would come back to clean you up later, and then he ran after you quickly.

Ning fan jumps down from the tower without saying a word. Ling Yue follows the shadow like a shadow. Jianzong's seven sons look at each other and follow.