resolve.

Therefore, Maha rarely made any moves with others. Once he did, he could not control himself. He once made a move with others and went on a killing spree, implicating innocent people. This made him feel guilty when he woke up and left the Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin also did not record his name because of this scandal, and few people in later generations knew about him.

But Maha himself is an out-and-out martial arts prodigy. If he can be accepted by Bodhidharma as his direct disciple and inherit his mantle, you will know how good he is!

"The Black Level Pagoda of the Yi Jin Jing and the Boy's Golden Body Technique were both created by the master. They are righteous and peaceful, and contain Buddhist principles. However, I used the demonic nature as the dominant factor and combined the two to create this brand new Pagoda Golden Body!"

For killing, only for fighting!"

Maha's whole body exuded a dark golden aura, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Be careful... once I take action, I may not be able to suppress this demonic nature!"

Maha said in a hoarse voice, "There are very few people who can survive a fight with him."

"That's it...that's the best!"

Tang Jie was not surprised, but overjoyed. Maha also practiced martial arts from Bodhidharma's lineage, and even found a new way to go his own way. He combined the Yi Jin Jing with the Boy's Kung Fu, and developed the Golden Body of Buddha, just for fighting, just for fighting.

Killing is full of magic!

There is an extremely dangerous aura surrounding Maha, which makes Tang Jie's fighting spirit rise to the extreme. In this battle with Maha, he may gain new insights!

"Buddha Jue. Devil Futu!"

Maha roared like a demon, his delicate face full of violence. His dark golden body spanned a long distance and struck Tang Jie with a palm. This palm carried overbearing demonic power, just like the one who controls hell.

Demon King!

"bring it on!"

Pieces of dragon scales sprouted from Tang Jie's body, and battle lines shone on his forehead. He punched out with all his strength, like an open door to hell, from which countless evil ghosts rushed out!

"Boom!"

The collision of the two divine powers is about to tear apart the heaven and the earth. The endless roar of divine power spans eternity and space, and is about to collapse heaven and hell!

…

At this time, one of the seven people on the Wusheng Platform had a bye, and there were two other war zones fighting.

Wu Changkong's body was covered in flames, as if there were nine suns burning blazingly in his body. The blazing flames were twisting and burning the void, and were about to burn everything!

The one fighting Wu Changkong was a white-haired old man with an immortal spirit.

"Mr. Xiaoyao, don't just dodge. When will the winner be determined if this continues?"

Wu Changkong's punches and palms were like a volcano erupting, he roared, while the white-haired old man kept moving around with his body skills.

When the white-haired old man Xiaoyao Gong heard this, his mouth twitched slightly, and he was shocked in his heart: "This Wu Changkong's true energy is too overbearing. My Beiming Divine Art has reached the highest level, and it is difficult to dissolve his true energy even if I swallow everything.

Yuan?"

Xiaoyao Gong was very shocked. In the previous games, Xiaoyao Gong had sucked all his opponents clean. The Bei Ming Shen function he cultivated turned other people's skills into his own. He cultivated to a high level and even developed the unity of yin and yang.

The Beiming True Yuan is powerful and domineering.

But now facing Wu Changkong's Nine Yang Magic, he felt like he couldn't bear it.

"Only a fool would confront you head-on!"

Xiaoyao Gong sneered, he didn't have no chance of winning, as long as the fight continued, with the characteristics of his Beiming Divine Skill, one was strong and the other was weak, he could always win!

In the third battle area, there are two burly men fighting. One of them is named Lien Chan, and the other can win several games in a row to get here. Naturally, he is not a weakling. The battle between the two is equally fierce!

Six of the remaining seven people were fighting hard. Only one person was sitting cross-legged and waiting. This person was holding a sword, which was an ancient sword.

Gu Jian's brows furrowed: "My luck...why is it so bad? Bye for two consecutive games?"

Gu Jian's luck is very bad, or rather very good, because he has had two byes in a row. From 13 to 7, one person has a bye, and the person who has a bye is Gu Jian!

And when 7 advances to 4, one person will have a bye, and Gu Jian will have a bye again.

This undoubtedly made Gu Jian feel helpless, because the purpose of going to the Martial Saint Stage was to fight with other martial arts cultivators, and he missed two games in a row. Gu Jian didn't know whether to call this bad luck or good luck.

Gu Jian was bored, but at this moment he had time to pay attention to the surrounding environment. He was a little confused: "Why... can't you see other people fighting? It's too boring to wait in silence like this!"

If Gu Jian were to design the Martial Saint Platform, he would definitely have to design it so that he could see other people fighting, so that he could pass his free time, watch others fight, and gain some insights.

However, the Martial Saint Platform does not have this function, and they all fight on their own.

"Also, have the defeated martial cultivators left the Martial Saint Platform?"

Jean Gu Jian was also more concerned about where the defeated martial cultivators were now, whether they had left the Martial Saint Platform and were watching them fight.

"Buzz buzz!"

Just as Gu Jian was thinking, his sword made a sword sound, which completely changed Gu Jian's expression.

Ancient Swordsmen cultivates the art of swordsmanship, and has already reached the state where man and sword are integrated into one. He has also cultivated the spirituality of the sword in his hand, and can automatically protect the master.

"The sound of the divine sword... is a warning!"

Gu Jian's face was ugly. He had encountered many life and death crises in his life. With the early warning of the sword in his hand, he was able to be vigilant and turn danger into disaster.

But this time the sound of the sword in his hand was extremely sharp, a crisis! A big crisis! A crisis that may be irreversible!

"Damn... there's something wrong with this Martial Saint Platform! There's something wrong with the Golden Emperor Envoy!" Gu Jian's face was gloomy. In fact, the so-called early warning of the Divine Edge Sword was his own intuition, but if his intuition was strong, it would affect his sword.

Gu Jian was already suspicious of the Golden Envoy. His doubts about the Martial Saint Platform were increasing, which triggered the Divine Sword Early Warning!

"What about the others? You won't let me see it? Then I have to see it!"

The ancient sword stood up from the ground. He did not stay still. He held the Divine Edge Sword in his hand, condensed his sword intent, and slashed towards the void in the distance with one sword.

"laugh!"

The sword energy was flowing horizontally, but when it submerged into the void, it dissipated silently, as if it had been dissolved.

"One sword can't do it? Then let's use ten swords or a hundred swords! The Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique!"

The ancient sword holds the Divine Edge Sword. The sword intention and the true essence are condensed. The sword light tears the sky and the earth, destroying everything!

When Gu Jian was born, the best swordsman in the world at that time came to visit him, saying that he was a swordsman who was rare in the world, and accepted him as his disciple.

In fact, this is indeed the case. When Gu Jian was eighteen years old, his swordsmanship was already stronger than that of his master, and he was invincible and aspired to the top. The only thing he relied on was the sword in his hand, the sword that could split the world!

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

One after another, the sword light struck at the same point continuously. After thirty or forty sword strikes, the void finally seemed to be unable to bear it, and a huge hole was torn open.

Through this opening, Gu Jian trembled all over. He saw in the cracked void, a void cage shining with light. In the cage, a man was covered in black snake-like talismans.

Wrapped in clothes, the body is shriveled, almost skin and bones!

"Brother Mingjian, why are you... here?"

Gu Jian was shocked. He recognized that this skinny man was Ming Jian. The opponent he met in the second round of Wu Sheng Terrace was also a strong swordsman. Gu Jian defeated him. The two also cherished each other and made an agreement.

After that, let’s have a good discussion on swords together.

But Mingjian changed his appearance at this time? He was dying, his whole body was shriveled, as if all his blood had been drained!

The skinny man heard the sound of the ancient sword. He opened his eyes in retrospect. His dark eyes were full of despair and anger. He roared hoarsely: "Conspiracy... It's a conspiracy! I... We are all being kidnapped."
Chapter completed!