The old monk shouted loudly, and the Buddhist beads that had been hidden in his sleeve were immediately shaken away by him. Countless Buddhist beads carried the power of crossing the mountain, and passed through the sky with white marks.

After being attacked for so long, Fang Qian was incredibly fast, he still found some rules.

So as soon as he took action, the Buddhist beads that flew around him completely blocked all possible movements within several feet of Fang Qian.

Like a large, airtight net, full of murderous intent!

While dodging, Fang Qian knocked away several Buddhist beads, but was still hit directly by three Buddhist beads.

Puff puff puff!

Three Buddhist beads passed through the chest, leaving three bloody mouths. The severe pain made Fang Qian unable to help his face pale in an instant.

But the next moment, it was completely restored.

However, this also exhausted his last fire of hope. If he was severely injured again, he would not be able to recover quickly.

In other words, he only has one last chance, and if he fails, he will die!

For the first time he felt that death was so close to him, and he used almost all the means, but the old monk in front of him seemed to be a reef, and he was helpless.

His spirit was unprecedentedly tense, and the only way now is to break through in advance. As long as he breaks the realm, everything can be solved easily.

He took a deep breath, and his mind power turned into a vortex, rushing towards the barrier of realm that he had accumulated for many years.

boom!

An invisible roar exploded in his mind, and a crack began to appear on the thick barrier.

But the next second, the sword intent that had not yet been fully formed in his body and the virtual sword in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly vibrated, and an invisible and mysterious force trajectory emerged, and the crack that had just appeared on the barrier quietly disappeared.

They were actually spontaneously stopping him from breaking the mirror!

No, or the Sword Sutra is stopping him from breaking the mirror.

He instantly realized that if he did not completely form the sword intent and transform the virtual sword into a solid state, he would never be able to break through to the next realm.

Bound yourself in a cocoon!

At this moment, there was only this word left in his mind.

The old monk looked at Fang Qian's changing face and became a little clear, so he said indifferently: "Your thoughts have shaken. It seems that you have already lost your skills. Since that's the case, I will let me send the donor to the donor for a long time."

He sat cross-legged and threw the Buddha's staff in his hand high. After practicing for decades, the surging mind power fluctuated violently. The energy of heaven and earth within a radius of 100 meters rushed towards the Buddha's staff endlessly.

At this time, the horse thieves had been almost slaughtered. When the Buddha's stick soared into the sky, everyone else felt as if a mountain was pressing on their heads, and they couldn't help feeling panic.

After looking up, I saw a Buddha stick as big as a mountain hanging in the air, vaguely with infinite meaning.

It was almost noon, but it suddenly became dark.

The bitter east wind was like crying around at this moment. When the Buddha's staff fell, countless weeds were directly crushed to pieces by huge pressure. All those under the cave were powerless under its power.

Fang Qian stood alone under the Buddha's staff, his eyes drooping, like a tiny floating, looking fragile and helpless.

Before, he had always had a mentality of playing life, so he could endure loneliness and use reading as practice, killing as a necessary means, and treat all possible hardships as game levels. Until now, he realized that he would die too!

This is not a game, but a real life.

The memories of more than ten years of this life were passed by him briefly.

He remembered the middle-aged Taoist taking good care of him day and night, the way Ye Su taught him sword skills seriously in front of him, the way Ye Hongyu fed him to fight him, the way he thought of eating meat and drinking with Ning Que Sangsang around the small table, the way he thought of riding a horse with Mo Shanshan, and...

He thought too much, too much reluctance and nostalgia, but he was going to die in the end.

Ning Que was covered in blood and exhausted at this time. He was just on Dongxuan. It was still a bit reluctant to kill two Dongxuans after all, but he was still rushing towards Fang Qian at this time, and he had already taken out the real magic talisman that Yan Se gave him.

The head of the temple cavalry looked gloomy, but in the end he still did not move, because under such a might, he would have to die once he took action, and he did not have the idea of ​​fighting for Fang Qian.

On the meadow, Qu Ni sneered, with a hint of pleasure in her eyes. Seeing such an excellent young man die in front of her, she felt a sense of uncontrollable comfort.

The illegitimate Lu Chenjia shook his head and sighed silently, but he had no intention of interfering.

Mo Shanshan had already exhausted his mind and physical strength, and now under the pressure of this Buddha's staff, her pain has been aggravated. However, she still stood up with difficulty and walked towards Fang Qian step by step. Since she had already made up her mind, she would never watch the person she liked die alone.

Now that the Buddha's rod is about to fall, everything will come to an end.

In a very far away place, there is the most prosperous city in the world, and there is a mountain outside the city, where the most powerful academy in the world is.

On the back mountain of the academy, in a thatched hut, the Master was sitting and preparing to eat a bite of tender beef.

Next to him was a man with a tall crown on his head, naturally his second senior brother Jun Mo.

"Teacher, are you saying that you met Fang Qian on the way and took him as a disciple?"

The Master dipped the beef in dipping sauce, looked at Jun Mo with annoyance and said, "You little guy, why did you have a bad ear after I went out? Do you have to ask again?"

As he said that, he swallowed the beef in one bite and said comfortably: "Yes, this tender beef is only available in Chang'an City. I have been eating soil and drinking on the wasteland for so long, but I still miss this bite."

Jun Mo was about to say something else, but suddenly the Master threw away the chopsticks and held the wooden stick that was placed aside.

He said angrily: "You old monk, you dare to bully my husband's little disciple! Look, I won't beat you!"

As he said that, he was about to wave a wooden stick and hit the old monk with his bag.

But immediately, he relaxed his expression again, put down the wooden stick, and picked up the chopsticks again.

"My little apprentice is quite potential, not bad, I finally didn't lose my face."

......

Time seemed particularly slow at this moment. Fang Qian looked at Ning Que who was about to rush over and Mo Shanshan who was walking towards him with difficulty. His heart trembled.

Finally, he looked up at the terrifying Buddha staff that kept falling and clenched the wooden sword in his hand.

I will never die here!

His mind was frozen on a picture, and there was a sword light in the picture.

It was an indescribable dazzling sword light, a dazzling sword light that could suppress time and space.

At this time, a sword intent that had been hidden in his body for many years also emerged, so he naturally swung a sword along the sword intent.
Chapter completed!