With one sword, all kinds of things are illusory, and a stream of meaning is also contained in this sword.

It may be born, destroyed, stagnated, exploded, perfect, or incomplete.

The sword light is vast, the mountains and rivers are turbulent, and there is only this sword in the world.

There are so many things in this sword. Almost all the understanding of swordsmanship that Xia Yunmo has practiced to this day is full of them.

The sword light shines brightly, shining in the heart. Everyone held their breath and felt insignificant in front of this sword.

Suddenly, behind Xia Yunmo, it seemed like a golden-armored god holding a long sword, slashed down with one sword, trying to split the entire night and replace it with the blue sky and white sun.

Ding Chunqiu stood straight, motionless, and his sword energy rushed straight into the door, making his hair and beard fly.

He couldn't even move a finger, as if he was being immobilized. Only his eyes still shone with brilliant light.

In Ding Chunqiu's eyes, there was sudden enlightenment, obscure confusion, and a hint of liberation.

"The sword technique is mysterious and mysterious, not just speed."

Ding Chunqiu was not Ximen Chuxue, a devout seeker as devout as a man in white in the East China Sea. In his opinion, swords were just weapons, weapons for killing people.

And those cumbersome sword techniques are just tricks to deceive.

The sword only needs to be "fast" to gallop across the world.

The extreme speed is his understanding of kendo.

If the sword cannot defeat the opponent, it can only prove that it is not fast enough.

Today, in Xia Yunmo's sword, he realized that the sword art is so vast and contains everything, far from being explained by a shallow word "fast".

Under this sword, all the confusions before, I suddenly realized the truth, my thoughts were like lightning, and I wish I could leave the sword and draw the sword to use my newly realized sword technique, but I couldn't move.

No!

He suddenly roared in his heart. Everyone had a different understanding of swordsmanship, and my swordsmanship only needed enough speed.

I'm not fast enough to lose.

The belief accumulated over decades and the perception of seeing Xia Yunmo's sword collided with each other, and no one was convinced by the other.

However, before he could think about it any longer, a blood hole appeared on his forehead, and blood flowed out.

Ding Chunqiu could move again. He wiped the blood from his forehead and staggered back a few steps, and his consciousness began to blur.

But those disciples retreated like a plague, and no one helped him, as if this was not their master, but a wild beast struggling dyingly.

Ding Chunqiu suddenly recalled his life. Although it was not as legendary and brilliant, it was also ups and downs. Then he no longer had consciousness and fell to the ground.

This master master who was messing with the storm of the world finally died under his own sword.

As for his understanding of the sword, no one knew his last thoughts.

Xia Yunmo put away his sword. The previous Haoran sword transformed into thousands of illusions. Any warrior only needs to understand one of them, and he can dominate the world and look down on the world.

What's more, Xia Yunmo collected several sword techniques and one body, and each of them had reached the pinnacle of the ultimate realm.

However, Xia Yunmo was still not satisfied, and he sighed long: "It's too complicated."

His sword skills are too complicated, many of which are the sword skills of others, which are not in line with his own Tao.

There is no problem in the early stage, but with the arrival of the moment of promotion to the Heavenly Realm, it feels that the future path will become a disadvantage.

"It seems that at that time, not only will the four major cultivation systems be unified, but even the sword technique must be re-edited to create their own sword technique."

Xia Yunmo made up his mind and looked up at the people of the Xingsu Sect in front of him.

He had no intention of murder, but these guys unconsciously retreated. Even though he felt that there were thousands of people behind him, he did not feel safe.

Ding Chunqiu's disciples of the Xingsu Sect were 3,000, but this time they did not bring them all, only more than a thousand people were here.

But these more than a thousand people are all martial arts practitioners, but after seeing Xia Yunmo's methods, they did not dare to be careless.

Of course, more importantly, this group of people are all condensed by the old immortals of the Star Constellation. They are free from their true abilities. Once the old immortals of the Star Constellation die, they will be a pile of loose sand.

Otherwise, these thousands of martial arts disciples would be a significant force when they gathered together.

Some disciples of the Xingsu Sect were rumbling, thinking about whether to escape immediately, or worship the mysterious man in front of them in exchange for their lives.

Xia Yunmo smiled slightly and said loudly: "This is a pure Buddhist land, so it is not advisable to kill people."

Everyone felt a little relieved when they heard this sentence, but suddenly they saw this mysterious man sucking the huge rock several feet high into the air.

"But, as far as I know, you are not good people. You are following Ding Chunqiu to make accomplices of the tiger, burning, killing, and robbing, and doing all kinds of evil. I also give you a chance. The huge rock will break and the fragments will fly away. Whether you can escape your life depends on your own fortune and fortune, and it depends on the will of God."

After saying that, the huge rocks in the air trembled, and then broken patterns appeared, which quickly decomposed into small pieces.

"Be careful."

As the words fell, the huge rock debris in the sky poured down towards the many disciples of the Star Sect below. The largest of these stone debris was only the size of a fist, and the smaller one was about the same as soybeans.

If it were in normal times, not many people would care about this gravel, but at this moment it became a death talisman. The debris fell like a meteor, carrying a terrifying force, causing gusts of wind to stir up, making everyone below terrified.

The next moment, there were screams.

There are too many debris turned into by the giant petrol. Although it is small, it is full of terrifying power and is as fast as lightning. However, this group of disciples of the Star Sect are lined up and stand together in dense crowds. It is difficult to hide at this time.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The stone chips hit the disciples of the Xingsu Sect at a very fast speed. Some disciples were pierced through their arms, shoulders, necks, and even foreheads without any time to react.

Some disciples who had a quick reaction and were prepared to take up the weapons in their hands to resist, but with a "defying", the weapons in their hands were also broken, but the stone chips continued to shoot in without any obstacles.

After a moment, there were no stone chips in the air.

But the bloody smell of the entire Shaolin Temple became more and more intense. The abbot looked, clasped his hands together, and chanted: "Amitabha."

In the audience, there were endless wails and screams.

The stone chips that came forward poured out, and the power carried by these disciples could not be fought against. The number of stone chips almost took care of every disciple.

If you are hit by your hands and feet, a blood hole will inevitably appear, and blood will flow out. Even if your injuries are healed in the future, your hands and feet may have sequelae.

All of these are still good. Some of them were hit on the forehead, heart, throat and other key parts, which were killed on the spot. They looked ferocious before death, but they never thought they would be killed by a stone.

Of course, there were also one or two lucky people in the crowd, standing there motionless, unscathed. They stood there in a daze, and it took a long time to react, dancing and waving, so unhappy. When the rest of them looked at him with resentful eyes, they quickly pretended to be touched, lay on the ground, wailing and crying for pain.

After this attack, Xia Yunmo did not attack again.

He looked at the group of people again and said, "Who do you know where Ding Chunqiu collects books?"

Ding Chunqiu collected many martial arts secrets along the way, which saved Xia Yunmo a lot of trouble.

"For generations... World Honored One, I know."

A figure emerged from the crowd, but it was a woman, wearing a purple shirt wrapped around her slim body, with a delicate face, and a pair of agile eyes. She showed a slightly flattering smile on her face, but it was not disgusting.

Except for walking, people can't jump out of discomfort.

The woman did not know Xia Yunmo's name and did not dare to flatter her. She used the honorific title given to Xia Yunmo by the monk.

Xia Yunmo stared slightly and said, "Ah Zi?" Previously, the five elite disciples under Ding Chunqiu all claimed their names, but Xia Yunmo had some impression.

A Zi's heart thumped and said, "It's A Zi."

Xia Yunmo nodded and said, "Since that's the case, you can follow me for the time being."

A Zi hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, World Honored One." After that, she stood obediently behind Xia Yunmo, staring directly at the disciples of the Xingsu Sect opposite her. Looking at her natural appearance, it seemed that she was originally from the same group as Xia Yunmo.

Some other disciples secretly called it a pity, but they didn't dare to say more.

Xia Yunmo took a long breath and said loudly: "I keep my word. You are not dead. You are lucky. I will not take action anymore."

His voice was very loud, and everyone could hear it clearly: "But you must remember that this life was given by God. In the future, remember to be worthy of God and your conscience."

"Take all the bodies of your companions away, clean the blood, and stop doing evil things."

Xia Yunmo's voice contained some faith power, enough to change the souls of these people. Perhaps they could not be great charitable people, but they thought it would not be too bad.

The survivors were like being pardoned, and they were busy kowtowing and praising the Buddha, and then transported the bodies down the mountain.

The monk from Shaolin Temple also bowed to Xia Yunmo, as if he was no longer a human being, but used justice as a weapon to cleanse the evil Arhat Buddha in the world. While using thunder means, he did not forget to leave a glimmer of hope and give both kindness and power.

Even Ah Zi, after hearing these words from Xia Yunmo, looked at Xia Yunmo with stars in her eyes and admired her. Of course, there was something that could be a bit miserable and false. But more of them were convinced, and she felt that the person in front of her was a little taller than Mount Tai.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said, "I'm not a good person either. I'm a murderer and blew blood, but I don't know who dares to take this big and good man?"
Chapter completed!