Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 622 One battle will determine the universe!

  Zhang Jing's prestige will also be greatly affected, and even Jiange may jump out again, but this possibility is not very great.

   This battle is the battle of Qiankun.

   One battle will determine the universe!

  Feeling the terrifying aura erupting from Zhang Jing, San Zan's expression gradually became serious.

  Because Zhang Jing's aura is no longer lost to him.

   Manifest! Appear!

  Zhang Jing already possessed the terrifying strength of the holy realm.

  How long has he practiced?

   It is not an exaggeration to call him a peerless genius.

  Now, San Zan understands why the Sword Emperor retreats.

   I'm afraid it's not just Zhang Jing's strength that I'm afraid of, but also Zhang Jing's terrifying talent!

  Jianhuang was worried about Zhang Jing's future achievements, so he took the initiative to back down.

  In a short time, Sanzang thought everything through.

Sanbu sighed inwardly, but remained calm on his face, "The poor monk intends to back down, but the poor monk, a disciple of Lingshan, only made one move. As long as the governor can block it, Lingshan will retreat immediately. What is the governor's plan?" ?”

  San Zan also backed down, because he was also worried about the future of Lingshan, and at the same time, his injury in Beiyan had not healed, so he couldn't fight for too long, otherwise the injury would not be worth the loss.

  Zhang Jing nodded and said, "Yes!"

The aura flickered, and the Red Dust Demon Knife fell into his hand. Although San Zan said that he only used one move, this move is definitely one of San Zan's strongest methods. If even this can't be stopped, Zhang Jing's plan Can declare bankruptcy.

The three burials stood above the void, thousands of Lingshan disciples retreated to Lingshan, and Uncle Duan and the others also stayed away. After the previous fight between Zhang Jing and Sword Emperor, the three of them already had confidence in Zhang Jing's strength , I feel that Zhang Jing is absolutely sure that he can take over.

  As long as Lingshan retreats, the biggest obstacle to regaining the country will be gone, and the imperial army can push it all the way.

  By the way, cut the leeks.

  Those forces in the rivers and lakes searched for the people's fat and people's cream, and definitely accumulated a lot of resources, and now it's time to return them.

  Of course, all of this must be based on the premise that Zhang Jing can win.

  San Zan squinted his eyes, surrounded by a wave of Buddha energy, and the golden light was shining, coupled with the faintly visible Buddha voice, it was no different from the gods and Buddhas.

  In an instant, the wind and clouds were turbulent, and the three-burial monk raised his palm and put his five fingers together. Behind him was a hundred-foot Buddha palm that condensed, shining golden light that illuminated half of the sky.

   An extremely terrifying power came from above the Buddha's palm, faintly merging with the void.

   Zhang Jing's eyes narrowed deeply, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.

   It is really shocking, because what the three burials reveal is not the artistic conception, or it is not simply the artistic conception, which seems to be something higher than the artistic conception.

  In Zhang Jing's perception, the Buddha's palm of the three burials has truly merged with the void of the main film.

  Buddha is nature, nature is Buddha!

   In other words, what Zhang Jing is facing this time is not the single-existing three-burial Buddhist artistic conception, but the entire sky!

  Use the power of heaven and earth to suppress Zhang Jing!

  When Zhang Jing confronted Sword Emperor, his artistic conception was weaker than that of Sword Emperor, but the gap was not obvious.

  However, Zhang Jing has also realized something, and the artistic conception of the Sword Emperor seems to be slowly transforming towards the current state of the three burials.

  However, Zhang Jing didn't seem to be afraid at all.

  The artistic conception of the sea of ​​​​blood broke out completely, and wisps of murderous intent lingered, Zhang Jing raised the magic knife, pouring all the strength into his body.

  If the sky wants to suppress him, then kill the sky!

   "Amitabha!"

  The three-buried monk recited the Buddha's name, opened his eyes, and pressed it with one hand.

  Boom!

   The void trembled, and the Buddha's palm with a hundred feet carried the power of heaven and earth to suppress it!

  Uncle Duan stared at this scene reassuringly, even more seriously than when Zhang Jing and Sword Emperor fought each other.

  The sound continued, the Buddha's voice trembled, and the thunder exploded.

   "Cut!"

  A red light flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes, and all the artistic conception of the sea of ​​blood gathered on the magic knife. With Zhang Jing's low growl, the knife slashed out.

  The terrifying sharp edge that grew hundreds of feet, and the terrifying power of the bearer collided with the Buddha's palm.

   "Boom!"

  Under one blow, the void seemed to have stagnated, and there was silence. The blade and the Buddha's palm were still clashing together, and it seemed that there was no winner.

next moment,

   The void within a kilometer seemed to be destroyed by this collision. The entire void had only two colors, one was the light of Buddha, and the other was the light of blood, just like the battle between Buddha and demon.

"boom!"

   Zhang Jing's blade shattered under the Buddha's palm, and with the blessing of the power of heaven and earth, Zhang Jing's artistic conception was no match at all, which can be described as a substantial increase against the Buddha's palm.

  The Buddha's palm is still suppressing, carrying a terrifying power of heaven and earth.

  Han Qianshu stared at Zhang Jing closely, wanting to see what countermeasure he had.

  Even at this point, Han Qianshu still feels that Zhang Jing has a backhand and the power to fight back. This is the confidence he has involuntarily generated after many years of contact.

  Zhang Jing's expression was neither sad nor happy, scales appeared in his hand, and his palm instantly became thicker, but under the strong blood light, others couldn't see clearly.

"break!"

   Zhang Jing let out a low growl and exploded, and the blood in his whole body was mobilized and condensed into one point.

   A fist with the size of tens of feet blasted out.

   "Boom~"

  Fist and palm clashed, and a violent bang resounded, and both of them perished in the battle of the void.

  The aftermath of the explosion spread for hundreds of miles before dissipating gradually, and even a section of the mountain peak was directly shattered in the process of the aftermath spreading.

   Under one blow, the judge will be judged!

   Zhang Jing fell into a disadvantage, because he made two moves, but Sanbu just watched this scene indifferently.

  However, Zhang Jing’s heart is like a mirror. This move is the strongest blow that Sanburial Institute can unleash. The purpose is to find a step down and let him mobilize the power of heaven and earth again. It is almost impossible unless the injury is ignored.

   This time, Zhang Jing was treated a little.

  In fact, this is not Zhang Jing's real strength. As long as Zhang Jing turns into a real dragon, or even just turns into a half-dragon, Zhang Jing can't make a second move.

   But, he can't use it.

   "The Commander-in-Chief Zhang, I have given in. Although the poor monk had a slight advantage in this attack, the Commander-in-Chief blocked it after all, and Lingshan will withdraw from the other two prefectures within three days."

  The three-burial monk clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

   It seems to be really humble.

   "The Venerable's strength is extraordinary. Since the Venerable made a move, the governor will also make a move in return. The Venerable, take it!"

After Zhang Jing finished speaking, regardless of whether the three burials agreed or not, his own artistic conception of the sea of ​​​​blood unfolded, and within a kilometer was full of mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood. Zhang Jing stood in the middle of the sea of ​​blood, and a huge figure gradually solidified stood in front of Zhang Jing. behind.

   Zhang Jing is going to use the method he used in the final confrontation with the Sword Emperor.

  Seeing Zhang Jing's reaction, San Zan squinted his eyes, Xin Dao Zhang Jing really lived up to his reputation, and he didn't suffer at all.

  Put your hands together, and a huge golden bell covers San Zan's body.

  This giant clock is tens of feet in size, with mysterious lines flashing continuously, just like the Lingshan Great Bell that rang nine times before.

  The artistic conception of the sea of ​​blood is distorted, all the power is constantly gathering towards the phantom of the magic knife in the hand of the stone statue, traces of **** lines flash, bloodthirsty, tyrannical breath escapes.

  All the vitality of heaven and earth within 10,000 meters rushes into the real body.

   Zhang Jing can't mobilize the power of heaven and earth, but within a certain range, the vitality of heaven and earth is still driven like an arm.

  The main body of Zhang Jing raised the knife, and the original Dharma Xiang also raised the knife.

next moment,

   Zhang Jing slashed out with a knife.

  The terrifying blade light seemed to cut the sky and destroy the earth, the entire void seemed to be cut open, and the air flow reversed.

   "Boom!"

  The unprecedented bell rang. At this moment, the entire prefecture where Lingshan was located could clearly hear the sound of this huge bell. Those who didn’t know thought that something important happened to Lingshan.

   At the same time, he was amazed that the bell from Lingshan could be heard throughout a whole province, and if it was placed in the southwest, it would be a whole country.

  What they didn't know was that what happened to Lingshan was actually a big battle.

   Sanbu under the golden bell groaned, his face flushed instantly, and his chest heaved unsteadily.

   "Boom!"

  The golden bell shattered in an instant, turning into a little bit of golden light overflowing, and Zhang Jing's knife also reached the extreme, and was directly wiped out in the void.

  In fact, if Zhang Jing used this move to fight the Three Buried Buddha Palm, both of them might end up being wiped out, but this move takes a long time to accumulate power, and it is too late.

   Tie!

   Zhang Jing took a deep breath, the weakness on his face disappeared in a flash, and soon recovered, he took a deep look at Sanbu not far away, seeing that his expression was as usual, and he seemed not to have been affected, Zhang Jing said lightly:

   "Today's battle is considered a draw, those monks in Lingshan leave as soon as possible, farewell!"

   After finishing speaking, he glanced at Han Qianshu and others, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

   San Zan nodded slightly, but did not speak, as if he had tacitly agreed.

   After Zhang Jing and the others walked away completely, the old monk rushed to the third funeral in an instant, and asked with some concern: "My lord, you."

  Before the old monk asked what he said, San Zan suddenly changed his face and spewed out a mouthful of blood with a faint golden light.

  Just now under Zhang Jing's knife, he has already been affected by the injury, and the reason why he didn't say goodbye is because of this, for fear that he can't help spurting blood when he opens his mouth, which would be a big loss.

   "My lord."

   "It's okay. Call back the Lingshan disciples and don't provoke the court for the time being. The situation in the world is about to change. It seems that the poor monk will recover from his injuries soon."

   After finishing speaking, San Zan took a deep breath and disappeared into the void, leaving only a group of Lingshan disciples with sad faces.

  Eastern Qi Yongchang Year, February 28th, Zhen Wusi chief inspector Zhang Jing, the world was settled in the first battle, and Jiange Sword Emperor, Lingshan Three Burial Venerables were tied to a tie, and Jiange Lingshan was forced to retreat!

After Zhang Jing left, the news of the battle with the Sword Emperor and the battle with the Three Burials spread widely. Although it was a tie, many people thought that Zhang Jing was slightly better. Otherwise, how could Jiange and Lingshan be swallowed up? spit out the territory?

  The influence of this battle gradually began to spread, and the first to be affected were the powerful Zhenwusi and the strong military.

  (end of this chapter)