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Chapter Two Hundred and One Sudavan Buddha Fingers

As soon as these people opened their mouths, Jing Shifang judged that they came from afar and experienced all the way. When they passed the Great Wilderness Dynasty, they found out the name of the Lingyan Tower, so they came to this place.

Judging from their tone, they must have come from a country that is stronger than the Great Wilderness Dynasty, at least a medium-sized country.

Jing Shifang turned a deaf ear and stood quietly by himself, closing his eyes to rest.

Whether these people want to enter the Spirit Flame Tower or not, it has nothing to do with him.

Such arrogance and storm will be extremely likely to encounter danger in the Spirit Flame Tower, and you may die inside.

Among these five people, there is only the leading bearded man and another taciturn man with the cultivation level of the Tianyuan Realm, and the other three are all at the peak of the Earth Yuan Realm. Such strength is actually not enough to see below the tenth floor of the Lingyan Tower.

The bearded man whistled, and the five-headed camels fell down obediently and lay on the ground.

The feminine man whispered a few times in the bearded man's ear, and glanced at Jing Shifang, not knowing what he was saying.

The bearded man hesitated for a moment, nodded, walked over and said, "Your Excellency is a person from the Great Wilderness Dynasty. He knows very well about this Spirit Flame Tower. Can he be a guide for us?"

Jing Shifang's eyes swept across the faces of several people and said coldly: "I don't have time, please look for another clever one."

"I don't have time? I think you want to steal the long-horned camel after we leave. How could you get what you want?" The feminine man squeezed in and said contempt.

The five long-horned camels with low-level monsters are indeed likely to be stolen here. I think this is what the feminine man just whispered to the big bearded man.

Jing Shifang was angry and his senses towards this group of people fell to the bottom.

"Brother, we will only have a few days to guide us. We will receive a reward and will not let you work in vain." The bearded man said politely, but his steps moved, and the five people had already stood in place to surround him.

"It seems that if I don't agree, you will be ready to use the strong? It's so interesting!"

Jing Shifang's hand had already touched Qingluan, and with a flash of his finger, Qingyue Jianming, he began to calculate how to deal with these five people in his mind.

In one-on-one situation, he has enough confidence, but if one fights five, the other party has good cultivation. It looks like a disciple who has come out to practice. It is hard to say.

At this moment, a person walked out of the Spirit Flame Tower. Seeing this scene, he rushed over directly, and his fists were knocked out like two small hills.

boom!

The bearded man took these two punches and staggered back a few steps. A golden light flashed on his face to stabilize his footing.

"Brother Jing, who are these people!"

Huang Dilong added his lips, his eyes full of hostility, and his humble and gentle appearance on weekdays had long disappeared.

"God knows where it came from, I want to grab me and be their guide!"

"Haha! These disciples of the sects who come from outside often have their eyes that are growing up to the sky and do not take the warriors of the Great Wilderness seriously. Brother Jing, why not join forces today and teach them a good lesson?"

"Just to my wish!"

Dozens or hundreds of dazzling sword energy burst out, and the four people on the opposite side could only avoid the edge and retreat in a panic.

Jing Shifang had been preparing for the long-term plan of the chessboard sword energy. One blow exploded. The direction of each sword energy had a complete back move, and the reactions of the four people were calculated.

Every time they take a step back, the chessboard and sword energy will become stronger and make them fall deeper.

After a few steps, these people cooperated for a long time, and the combined attack formations that defeated countless enemies unknowingly dispersed and were divided into four pieces.

Huang Dilong's eyes lit up and he said, "Brother Jing is a master of swordsmanship, no wonder Jiang Bingyue will suffer a loss in your hands!"

Huang Dilong's boxing skills seemed to be insignificant, but they were powerful and powerful, and each punch was filled with an ancient wilderness aura, with unparalleled power.

The bearded man's palm technique is also very open and close. Every time he takes action, a golden Buddha altar comes into being and blasts towards his target.

Each golden Buddha altar has a large battle, with Sanskrit lines on it, winding and surging, overflowing with the mighty Buddha power. It is necessary to suppress the target in front of it so that it will never turn over.

Although this golden Buddha altar is amazingly powerful, it seems a bit invisible under Huang Dilong. No matter how many tricks it has, it will naturally smash the golden Buddha altar to pieces with one punch.

Huang Dilong is a mid-stage Tianyuan Realm, and is one level higher than the bearded man. As soon as the two of them fight, they have a great advantage.

"Break it for me!"

The chessboard sword energy shone with its might, reducing the range of movements of the four people to become smaller and smaller. The taciturn man finally couldn't bear it, shouted loudly, and took out a Buddha pestle.

The taciturn man used a set of sharp stick techniques, with dangerous moves and treacherous moves.

This purple Buddha pestle flew up and down, smashing the chessboard and sword energy into pieces, and successfully escaped.

Jing Shifang looked familiar. He seemed to have seen this set of stick techniques somewhere, and it was very similar to the little yaksha stick technique used by Wang Lianhua. However, its power is much greater than that and cannot be compared.

"The Wuying Yasha Stick Method!"

The Buddha pestle was filled with phantoms, and a yaksha ghost with green face and fangs rushed out, trying to tear him to pieces.

Jing Shifang's sword was pointed out, and the Yaksha ghost shadow was like snow melting in front of the glorious sword light, dissipating rapidly.

Qingluan and purple pestle intervene in the air for dozens of times, each retreating.

The taciturn man was shocked. He was one level ahead of his cultivation and practiced this set of Wuying Yaksha stick technique, but he did not take any advantage of his opponent in front of him. He was in a short and quick fight, but he was at a disadvantage.

The advantage of the Wuxiang Yaksha stick method lies in the word Wuxiang, which takes into account both thickness and agility, and the moves often have incredible changes.

But when fighting with this person, no matter how the stick technique changes, he has been found to restrain himself. It seems that his sword technique is truly infidelity, and his sword path is like a wild and imaginary sword path that breaks the Wuxiang Yasha stick technique.

"Junior Sister Long, Junior Sister Luo, the thief is fierce, let's join forces to deal with it!" The feminine man shouted loudly, bounced his fingers in succession, and the true energy of his body gathered, and a huge Buddha finger slowly formed.

The two women reacted slowly, and they also activated according to the law, and two huge Buddha fingers that were comparable to each other extended out of the void.

This Buddha's finger is like the essence of the body. One finger is as thick as a pillar, and the thin lines on the upper flesh are clearly visible.

"The Buddha's finger is the first fruit of Sotapanna!"

The voices of the three people gathered in a thread, and the three Buddha fingers rushed down with the momentum of tearing the sky and breaking the air.

The sword energy was destroyed in front of the Buddha's finger and was destroyed into pieces of vitality. It seemed that under this finger, nothing could withstand its press, and it would all fall apart.

Jing Shifang was shocked. The Buddha's finger was as strong as abyss, and it contained a strange force.

The three Buddha fingers are not simply composed of true energy, but seem to share the power of an existence in the dark, which is far beyond the level of artistic conception that the three of them can master.

In fact, this is their trump card killing move, a martial art that every Chinese in the Hundred Good Country can practice.

As one of the many Buddhist countries in the Western Regions, the Hundred Good Kingdoms can only rank medium in strength and scale, but the interoperability between Buddhist countries is much better than that of other countries.

The profound Buddhist teachings that are at the bottom of the box cannot be passed on externally. However, the 108 Buddhist teachings are well known to everyone. The thirty-six Buddhist supernatural powers can be practiced by any disciple of the Buddhist sect.

In terms of differences, there will be a gap in practice in the later stages, and the selection ranges before are almost the same.

When the Buddha's finger is used to send a trace of Buddha's power to connect to the Sotapanna Arhat. The god who became the Arhat in ancient times ascended the fruit taste of Arhat will be projected down.

The amount of this thread of power is the same as the depth of the realm pointed by the Buddha, the degree of understanding the Buddha's mind and the degree of familiarity with the Sotapanna Arhat.

In the past, I often visited and meditated, and naturally had a greater response than a rare activist.

"Sword Qi of Refuge!"

The green phoenix in Jing Shifang's hand flew out of his hand, and the sword penetrated the long rainbow, and hit the Sotapanna Buddha's finger in the middle.

The former is to travel through space, reverse life and death, and make one blow fatal; the latter is to have the will of the Arhat that eliminates the confusion of views and does not fall into the evil path, has great light and great power, and has thorough Buddha nature.

The sword energy of the rebellious force was stimulated by throwing divine weapons, and its power increased by more than half. The sword light pierced into the Buddha's finger and split the Buddha's finger into two pieces.

The Buddha's finger of the Sotapanna was cut off, and the Buddha's power was disordered and it was stirred endlessly. The Qingluan Sword burst into a far distance with a tragic cry.

Jing Shifang was unarmed at the moment. Seeing the remaining two Buddha fingers blasting from left to right, pressing them down, and still a long distance from his head, he felt the air pressing down.

The two dents on the surface were getting deeper and deeper, and the land beside him was sank more than one foot except the place where his feet stood.

"You must block it, otherwise I will become a ball of meat paste when I rub my fingers!"

Jing Shifang felt cruel in his heart, the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique reached its limit, and the Dantian felt a faint pain.

The left hand elephant fist, the right hand dragon fist, the two fists were blasted out at the same time, the sound of the dragon elephant intersected, the air within several feet was fluctuating, the gravel rolled, and the two shapes of the dragon elephant appeared in this world at the same time.

This is the first time that Jing Shifang has activated the two styles of boxing together, and has extremely high requirements for his own true essence and understanding of the two styles of boxing.

Boom! Boom!

The two fists fought against the Buddha's fingers of Sotapanna, and the huge pressure was pushing towards him. The bones of both arms made crisp sounds, as if they could break directly at any time.

The fist was covered in blood and blood, the body was constantly sinking, and a feeling of powerlessness emerged in the heart.

These two Buddha fingers are too powerful and I can't compete with them. I can only be suppressed and crushed to a finale.

This thought flashed and flew away. Jing Shifang bit his tongue and spewed out his blood. The dragon and giant elephant suddenly became alive and barely stopped the trend of declining.

"break!"

Jing Shifang's arms shook, and he flew out like a rag bag, leaving a bloodline in the air.
Chapter completed!
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