Chapter 117: Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism

While speaking, an ice-cold sword light emerged from the void.
The biting sword light and the long Buddha's light formed a sharp contrast.
When the two collided, the aura exploded and swept out, and the surrounding vegetation dissipated instantly.
A radius of ten miles, turned into nothingness.
The sky full of sword lights walked around the fingers, ethereal and disappearing.
A trace of red blood slowly overflowed from the corner of Xuan Lingzi's mouth, and his momentum was slightly depressed.
With just one move, the collision between the two actually caused him serious injury.
"Buddha said: Enter my empty gate, the ancient temple of green lanterns, away from the sufferings of the world."
Suddenly,
The light of Buddha emerged, Hu Ming flickered, and the paper fan in his hand shook lightly, and the sky was entwined with spiritual power, turning into a ray of golden light, protecting the whole body,
It can be said to be far away from the sufferings of the world. Rao is now Chu Feng's method.
Actually, no flaws can be found.
There is no sword aura in the sky, with the light of Shishen, directly hitting its body guard Buddha light,
Between waving hands,
The fierce and ruthless sword, floating like a flame, stirred the Buddha's light suddenly, and slowly became difficult to reach.
The sword light that came out like a river, hit like raindrops, unparalleled domineering,
However, even so, there is no way to disrupt the Buddha's light.
Chu Feng twisted his brows, a flash of cold light flashed at the corner of his mouth.
At the moment, the spiritual energy is also suddenly rushing out, and the sky is full of emptiness and sword qi, and it is difficult to detect the true or false of the virtual.
The Buddha's light in the sky is like a diamond guard, the sword light is hard to touch.
The sword glow is like a tide, slowly and endlessly,
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding..."
The flames flew everywhere, and the Buddha light began to float for a while, with different shapes, as if it could dissipate at any time.
"Hehe! What a green lantern ancient temple, far away from the suffering of the world!"
Chu Feng coldly condensed his eyes, and said with a light smile.
Of course, the expression was full of joy, which was the joy of fighting.
Everyone knows that Xuan Lingzi first cultivated Confucianism and Taoism, then Taoism, and finally Buddhism and Taoism.
The three are integrated, and their strength is naturally beyond the reach of ordinary innate powers.
Rao is a raining swordsman who has built a foundation for half a step. Facing Xuanlingzi, he is afraid and is not his opponent.
Although this body of Buddha rhyme is tyrannical, it is not without solution.
At this moment, Chu Feng only used 10% of his strength.
If you are serious, you can strangle with one sword!
But that would be boring.
In addition, Chu Feng can faintly feel it,
This Xuanlingzi is accumulating aura, and I don't know its peak, what should it be?
"Lianhua Temple, really interesting!"
A strong war spirit burst into Chu Feng's eyes and muttered.
As soon as the voice fell,
Seeing Chu Feng's figure flashed, he walked slowly, killing the gods with murderous intent, with no sword intent, and with endless sharpness, raging out, sweeping the world.
Rao is the mysterious soul who is far away from the world’s suffering and protects the body and the Buddha's light is shrouded in fear. He only feels a chill.
So far,
Xuan Yinzi's eyebrows were startled, and the spirits of the three families appeared all over her body.
Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and the three-color spiritual energy surged, swept out, and the momentum of the whole body reached an unprecedented peak.
next moment,
The three-color auras gather, like a long dragon, sweeping across the sky without sword energy, and strangling towards Chu Feng.
Wherever he went, Fan Fanfoyin, Lang Lang Confucian voice, slowly Taoist curse, resounded through the sky,
The heavens have no sword qi, and they are all destroyed and turned into powder,
The bliss of the distant western sky, born leisurely, eight dragons, looming, passing by the light of the Buddha, the human heart is toward the Buddha, the power of saving, born out of thin air...
In the face of such a terrifying immortal technique, there was no trace of fear in Chu Feng's cold eyes...