Qin Yuelou, on the other hand, stepped on an ordinary sword and stood steadily in front of the great Bodhisattva.

"You are indeed very fast, but if it is just that, it would be a bit too impressive." Qin Yuelou stood with his hands behind his back, acting like a master.

This great Bodhisattva is indeed very fast, but Qin Yuelou's Liuyun Sword Intent is invisible and has no form. After it disperses in the air, it can replace perception. As long as it senses the wind and grass, it is enough to predict the signs of this great Bodhisattva's attack.

As long as the prediction is reached, Qin Yuelou can dodge.

And his dodge was faster than the great Bodhisattva's twin swords of wind and thunder.

By raising the power of the wind and thunder swords to the extreme, Qin Yuelou can dodge faster.

The Great Bodhisattva could understand Qin Yuelou's words, but his compassionate look was still neither sad nor happy, as if he could see that a simple palm strike would not have much effect on Qin Yuelou.

It's just the willow branches in my hands that shed drops of nectar from the willow branches.

Like a gust of wind and rain falling horizontally towards you, these nectars do not have any sinister or sinister aura, but rather have a peaceful and serene Buddhist mood.

But these nectar cannot be touched, because the artistic conception in the nectar seems to weigh more than ten million catties.

Qin Yuelou just unleashed the Liuyun Sword Intent,

Flowing clouds are originally water, and it is not impossible to accept this water, but these nectars seem to have extremely terrible assimilation properties.

After Qin Yuelou felt it for a while, he didn't care much. Although these nectars were assimilating Liuyun Sword Intent, Qin Yuelou wasn't stealing the magic contained in these nectars?

The Tao of the Immortal Sword is all-encompassing and will naturally not reject anyone who comes.

After the nectar was spilled, the jade bottle was also turned upside down, and the mouth of the bottle was pointed at Qin Yue Tower. From the jade bottle, a small stream containing inexplicable artistic conception flowed like a trickle.

The lives of dozens of people in this small stream are ups and downs in the drops of water, and these dozens of people are the three people in the inn.

These three people have different choices at different points in their lives, but no matter what, their destination from birth to final destination is this inn.

It is indeed a cycle. With Qin Yuelou's understanding, he can perceive the stream of time that is so close at hand and understand something.

"It's a good move, but at this moment, it belongs to me."

The so-called time witnesses destiny. No matter whether the past can be changed or the future is determined, it will always witness the flow of every destiny.

Time is a long river, and destiny is also a long river. Although it is simplified into a stream, it still contains the truth and artistic conception of the two.

And Qin Yuelou also understood it.

The meaning of this great Bodhisattva seems to be that he wants to understand the wonder of time through this cycle.

It's just that even if it took hundreds of years for this wonder of time, this great Bodhisattva didn't seem to fully understand it.

And Qin Yuelou just now knew why this great Bodhisattva was so fast, because this superficial use of the magic of time was used to speed up its own speed.

Therefore, the seemingly slow but actually fast stream of time stopped moving forward after arriving in front of Qin Yuelou.

Seeing that something was not going well, the Great Bodhisattva wanted to rush towards Qin Yue Tower with his arms, but before he reached Qin Yue Tower, he suddenly stopped.

Time has been suspended.

Just as the cycle is only in a certain area, Qin Yuelou's time stops in this extremely small area.

But it's enough.

During this pause, only Qin Yuelou could move freely.

The sword fingers were unremarkable. He simply raised his index and middle fingers, and then the sword intention of time came out from his hand.

The scope of time stopping is limited, and time is also limited.

From the beginning to now, it is only ten seconds.

Therefore, when time started to flow again, Qin Yuelou's finger also touched the forehead of the great Bodhisattva.

The fifty-meter-high Bodhisattva statue also weathered into ashes, and then the little yellow book floated out of his arms and sucked the weathered ashes into the painting page of the eight-armed Bodhisattva.

Then, a word "devil" appeared under the eight-armed Bodhisattva.

Although it is a statue of Bodhisattva, it is actually the body of a demon.

Then the portrait faded and turned into the word "The Art of Change".

However, Qin Yuelou used the Sword of Time to seal the art of change in the Little Yellow Book.

"If there are too many, it will be messy and not refined, so it is better to leave it to others." This is Qin Yuelou's idea.

Then Qin Yuelou fell to the ground and sheathed his sword.

At this time, the consumption of Light Sword Intent was really too great, so he couldn't bear it.

Then he looked again and saw that the people in the inn were all turned into a pile of withered bones and dispersed when the wind blew.

While the great Bodhisattva is still alive, they will naturally be alive too.

But now the great Bodhisattva is dead,

Time for them also came to an abrupt end, and their fate also entered the end of death.
Chapter completed!