"I lost."
Wang Xianzhi looked at the shocking wound on his chest and sighed.
He lost.
Just like when Li Chungang lost to him.
But Li Chungang spared one hand and used all his strength.
But he still lost.
"Thank you for your advice!" Pei Qing restrained his momentum and cupped his hands towards Wang Xianzhi.
Wang Xianzhi glanced at him and said: "You asked the top ten swordsman masters, and now you come to me. It seems that you want to ask Manchu to be invincible in the world and be the best in the world in Kyushu?"
"I don't want to be the best in the world in Jiuzhou." Pei Qing shook his head, his voice was very calm.
Wang Xianzhi raised her eyebrows and glanced at him: "Do you want to ascend to the ninth heaven?"
"Climb the Ninth Heaven?" Pei Qing's lips curled up slightly and he said with arrogance, "No, I want to break through the Ninth Heaven with my sword!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Hearing his words, Wang Xianzhi suddenly laughed.
He suppressed the fate of the world, climbed to the top of the mountain, and overlooked the world. Even if he could become a heavenly being, he would not climb to the ninth heaven.
He disdained.
This is the pride of a strong man.
But today, the boy who defeated him actually wanted to ascend to the ninth heaven, and even attempted to break through the ninth heaven.
How arrogant is this?
Perhaps it was precisely because of this invincible state of mind that he reached this level.
Wang Xianzhi glanced at him and said, "If you really can enter the Heavenly Gate and break through the Nine Heavens with your sword, I will help you guard this world so that no one dares to go down to it."
"Thank you, senior!"
Pei Qing said respectfully: "It makes me more confident to have seniors suppress the fate of the world."
"Go ahead, I'm waiting for you to ask questions all over the world and break through the nine heavens."
Wang Xianzhi waved his hand and watched Pei Qing leave. He turned around and returned to Emperor Wu City. Even though his mood was shattered and he could not be invincible in the world, he was still invincible in Emperor Wu City.
…………
Seven days later.
Wanfo Mountain, golden top.
Pei Qing climbed to the highest peak step by step.
He doesn't have any bells and whistles, he doesn't have any magical powers and visions, just one step at a time.
But every time he took a step, a deep pit would be created under his feet, and the entire Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain would be shaken.
"Boom!"
When Pei Qing stood on the top of the golden light, a thunderous sound suddenly came from around him.
"I asked the Buddha, when will he pass away?"
Pei Qing clasped his hands together and muttered slowly, then raised his head and looked into the distance.
There, an auspicious cloud floated in.
It was a dragon of luck, about a kilometer long, exuding golden divine light, flying towards here with boundless coercion and aura.
This pressure and aura are several times more terrifying than the aura he released just now.
This long dragon of luck seems to be able to suppress the sky and collapse it.
Its appearance attracted the attention of all the experts in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain. Even the experts from thousands of miles away looked in the direction of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain.
It flew through the sky, just like the sun setting on the earth, attracting everyone's attention.
The faces of all the monks in Wanfo Temple changed drastically, showing expressions of ecstasy.
"Hahahahahahaha, is it finally here? Is it finally here? I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."
Some old monks roared excitedly, their eyes red and extremely excited.
"It's Patriarch Bodhidharma who has come out of seclusion!"
"It's true that Patriarch Bodhidharma has come out of seclusion!"
In the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, the other disciples also shouted excitedly, with worship and awe in their eyes.
Patriarch Bodhidharma spent three months in seclusion, and now he is finally born.
"Buzz!"
The long dragon of luck circled, first shot into the sky, and disappeared before everyone's eyes.
At this moment, all the monks in Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple looked enthusiastic and pious.
"Amitabha!"
A monk breathed a long sigh of relief and felt the appearance of Patriarch Bodhidharma. He knew that it was another battle.
"Amitabha!"
At the same time, a voice came from the other direction of Wanfo Mountain, and a figure slowly rose into the sky.
He stared at Pei Qing calmly, clasped his hands, and uttered Zen words: "My little friend came here with a question, why did he ask, "When did the Buddha pass away?"
Pei Qing calmly replied: "Buddhism, Confucianism and Taoism, I don't think highly of the three religions. The disciples of the three religions only practice one level, but the martial arts in the world have to practice the three levels together. It is difficult to achieve success. The three religions are not benevolent. One day, I will ascend to the ninth level." Heaven only wants to break the sky and realize the unity of the world!"
His tone was very firm, with a hint of arrogance and an air of unshakability.
This may be a sentiment that with greater ability comes greater responsibility.
When Pei Qing's realm got higher and higher, he realized that he was already invincible. Perhaps it was time to fight for a chance for Jiuzhou warriors and bring unity to the three realms of Jiuzhou.
"What a man of the Three Religions who is unkind." Bodhidharma narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard his words, and a burst of golden light burst out from his body, like a golden Arhat: "In that case, why don't you discuss the Tao with the poor monk?"
Pei Qing nodded: "Good!"
His figure flashed and disappeared instantly.
In the next second, a majestic golden light bloomed on Bodhidharma above the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain, and special Buddha lights emerged from his body.
"There are eight heavenly dragons in Buddhism. Today, the poor monk will compete with you with the eight heavenly dragons. I hope you will not disappoint the poor monk!"
Bodhidharma looked at Pei Qing and said, followed by a monstrous golden divine light erupting from his body, and the sound of endless Buddhist chanting resounded from around him.
The sound spread throughout the West.
"What's this?"
"What a terrifying sound of Buddhist chanting!"
"Is this sonic power?"
"It's so scary, just the sound can make people fall into hallucinations!"
The sound resounded and immediately attracted the attention of all the nearby experts. Their eyes widened and they stared at Bodhidharma's location.
Bodhidharma formed a seal with his hands and dropped his palm. Countless golden swastika characters condensed and turned into a huge palm slap.
"boom!"
The palms of the swastika came slapping with destructive power.
Pei Qing didn't look afraid. He took a step forward and rushed towards the swastika palm.
One finger is a sword.
The sword came out, stunning the world.
In an instant, the void trembled, and it seemed that neither heaven nor earth could bear this powerful sword energy.
The swastika palms collided together, making a violent explosion, and the swastika palms shattered instantly.
Immediately afterwards, Pei Qing slashed out with another sword.
His speed was extremely fast, his sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the unparalleled sword energy was slashing down. Every sword energy contained a trace of destructive aura.
Facing Pei Qing's sword, Bodhidharma's pupils shrank sharply, and he squeezed the seal with his hand: "Buddha moves mountains and rivers!"
