Chapter 955

Zen wind has understood each other's sinister intentions, the calm heart lake gradually rippled, and the friendly cheek gradually exuded murderous.

Zen has not killed for many years, because he abides by the commandments, but now he wants to break them.

"Zen wind, you will regret not dying on the plane, because dying in my hands, you will be more painful." Ning Tianyu roared and shot at the sun. Invisible air arrows spread all over the world and attacked the Zen wind from all directions.

The Zen wind was still as loose as a pine. He put his hands together and said "Amitabha". Then his eyes opened angrily and his staff swept away. In all directions, the sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring resounded all over the country.

The martial arts practiced by Zen style is called subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger. It is a very domineering Buddhist skill, and its power is extraordinary when combined with Zen stick.

The golden light overflowed, illuminating the night sky, and all the arrows were dissolved completely.

The clothes of Zen style were windless and automatic. The figure flashed, and the distance of two Zhang became a very close place at his feet.

When the first stick falls, it's like Mount Tai.

Ning Tianyu pointed his foot a little, glided back quickly, bent his bow and set up his arrow. This time, he sacrificed the arrow of the sun.

The overwhelming murderous atmosphere swept the Zen style.

The Zen wind didn't recede, just chanting the Buddha's name, and the staff fell down.

Boom!

The Zen stick fell on the arrow, and the powerful force spread from the arrow to Hou Yi's bow, and finally to Ning Tianyu's arms.

Ning Tianyu's eyes changed a little. Then he realized that the martial arts of Zen style was stronger than he had imagined. If he didn't have the bow and arrow in hand, he would not be the opponent of Zen.

But now that he has the bow and arrow in his hand, it is like a tiger adding wings. He has the confidence to shoot the other side under the arrow.

With a roar of the tiger, the arrow left the string and flew into the air with the stick and the wind.

Zen wind lifted off the ground and felt the power of Zen stick. I was shocked. This is the power of sun breaking arrow. No wonder it's so powerful in legend. It's really a magic weapon.

His Zen stick is not a special weapon, but it is inferior to the arrow.

The Zen wind stimulates the whole body's power. The Dragon sings and the tiger roars in the Zen stick. Then the powerful Qi force explodes and the Zen wind takes the opportunity to retreat.

Whizz!

The arrow dashed away from the sky.

Ning Tianyu soared into the air, grabbed the arrow, bent his bow again, and stood still in the air, just like a God.

Hum! Whizz!

The arrow broke away, just like an extra meteorite breaking through the atmosphere, burning up, and the fiery red light lit up the night sky.

The arrow broke through the shackles of space and fell from the sky.

The earth was smoldering, as if it had been roasted by the hot sun. The green grass withered in the blink of an eye.

Zen wind felt as if he had fallen into a furnace. The intense baking was suffocating. However, he didn't throw himself in, didn't give up, and urged his kung fu to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.

Bang!

When the staff was inserted into the ground, he sat cross legged, closed his eyes, and recited words in his mouth. All kinds of power spread around the staff, and the heaven and earth were filled with the mighty spirit of Buddhism.

Ning Tianyu's face changed slightly. He couldn't help sighing: "what a superb Buddhist dharma."

With the chanting of Zen, Ning Tianyu found himself standing in a Buddhist hall, surrounded by 18 Arhats in all directions. He either glared, stabbed, held a stick or used a sword. Each move was different, and each face was very different.

A power to cleanse his soul came from all directions, and a Buddha's trumpet sounded on his head, as if to penetrate his skin and reach his heart.

Roar!

Ning Tianyu looked up at the sky and screamed: "go away! Broken

The eighteen Arhats moved quickly around Ning Tianyu, and Ning Tianyu roared.

Hissing~

As if he had been put into a fire, cracks appeared in Luohan's body. These cracks expanded rapidly and spread to Luohan's whole body.

"Ha ha, Zen style, your Dharma is not perfect enough to suppress me!" Ning Tianyu roared.

Boom, boom

With the 18 blasts, Luohan burst into pieces one after another, but his powerful Qi force was like a blade across Ning Tianyu's body, and blood holes appeared on him.

Click!

His mask was split in two by these forces, revealing his gloomy cheek. He didn't pay attention to it. He took a step forward. All his illusions disappeared. He was still in the air.

The ground is beyond recognition.

A large pit about 50 meters wide appeared.

At the bottom of the pit, it was scorched black. The Zen wind sat in silence with its knees crossed. The Zen stick stood beside it. A wind blew by, and the Zen stick cracked and fell to the ground in pieces.

The Zen wind hung its head and folded its palms. The chanting had stopped and was silent. There was only the sound of the night wind blowing in the whole wilderness.

Meditation is like silence.

The arrow was inserted into the bottom of the pit beside him, leaving only a small section exposed outside. With the wind blowing at night, a burning smell wafted away, which made people suspect that the crater was the scene after the meteorite fell.

Ning Tianyu stood in the air, holding a bow in both hands and staring at the Zen wind warily. He couldn't find out the situation of Zen style. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead. The situation of Zen style was very delicate.

"No matter whether you are dead or alive, I'll give you another arrow, so that you can't die any more." Ningtianyu heart a ruthless, broken arrow again on the bow of Hou Yi.

The arrow aimed at the Zen wind, ready to go.

All of a sudden, there was a wind around the Zen wind. It rocked upward. A voice without any emotion sounded from the body of Zen wind and soared into the sky.

"Subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger!"

It was like a chant of Buddha's name, like a voice falling from nine days. It fell into Ning Tianyu's heart and made him tremble.

A golden "zhe" came down from the sky, and it was down to Ning Tianyu.

Boom!

Ning Tianyu fell to the ground with a bang, and his legs fell into the ground. The word "zhe" seemed to have a powerful force, which made Ning Tianyu unable to resist.

Roar!

Ning Tianyu hissed and roared. He didn't expect that Zen style had such a unique skill.

But he didn't know that such a unique skill can only be used once in a person's life. It's the product of burning life, the combination of the best Buddhism and the unique skill of Buddhism.

In today's world, only the power of Buddhism in such a congenital state as Zen style can be used. It can't be used until it's critical to life and death. If it's used, it will die.

Ning Tianyu did his best to lift up the arrow, aiming at the word "zhe".

"Broken!"

Ning Tianyu sent out this cry from his heart, and the arrow burst into the sky to fight against the word "zhe".

After a moment's struggle, the word "zhe" was driven up a little bit.

Chan Feng raised his head and stared at Ning Tianyu's cheek. He exclaimed in surprise, "it's you!"