Chapter 615: That Moon-White Monk’s Robe Is Covered in Dust!

With one sword, a man thought to be a virtual god-level expert was killed, and his soul was destroyed!

In the battlefield, Chu Rui, the only one who was not confused by the sound of Huang Wu's piano, took a breath of cold air in an instant.

This damn thing is so strong and cruel!

"Shatter the void with one sword!...Cao, this is a master-level swordsman, invincible! Scattered..."

With an unrivaled sword, he directly killed the virtual god-level master. The dark wizard and night werewolf, who knew the vampire thoroughly, broke out in a cold sweat. The strength between them is only between equals. If someone can kill the vampire with one sword, then there is no problem in destroying them. What frustrates them the most is the extremely terrifying strength that Fengtian displayed.

Previously, they were still wondering why Mao Renjia's light sword made them feel so weak, giving them a feeling that no one could resist. Now, they finally understand. Perhaps the soul-stirring sound of the piano was a reason, but the real fundamental reason was the crushing momentum. Ever since Fengtian stepped down from the sky step by step, a situation has been formed, a situation that enveloped them all. When Fengtian's momentum reached its peak, that was when they were completely in the game.

Today's world is completely a battlefield dominated by Fengtian! Domain is similar to domain, but it is different from domain. In the realm, you completely dominate this space, but the power shown by Fengtian is not the same. Nowadays, even if a strong person from the field comes, they cannot break Fengtian's absolute control over this area. Unless, his Dao heart can be broken and his sword intention can be shattered.

What is a kendo master? A sword, running rampant across the world, invincible!

What is a Kendo Master? There is no sword in the hand, but there is a sword in the heart!

What is a sword master? Everything can be turned into a sword!

However, this is just a demonstration of the realm of sword masters among warriors! For a master of swordsmanship, the void is the measure of whether he has entered the realm of a master! Fengtian's sword shattered the void, which already explained everything. He is the master of swordsmanship!

The sword is the king of all weapons! Even though there are thousands of sword ways, there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine kinds out of ten thousand, all of which are extremely lethal and sharp. Fengtian is no exception. The previous sword, even Chu Rui who was very far away, felt frightened.

The remaining eight masters were frightened almost out of their wits. They didn't have much fighting spirit in the first place, and it goes without saying that they didn't have much fighting spirit now.

The enemy had such a flaw, how could Fengtian not seize this opportunity. With a bump in his steps, he immediately stepped forward.

The hand rises, the strength gathers, the sword roars, and the sword falls!

A powerful slash of the void, completed in one go!

"ah……"

The strong man with the blood of a giant screamed. Even though his body was as hard as iron, under this sword, it was as if it were made of paper. His intestines were ripped open by Fengtian's sword and he was split into two.

Damn it!

Having learned from the mistakes of vampires and strong men, the remaining seven, no, it should be six, were so frightened that their souls fled and scattered like birds and beasts.

"Monk, why don't you run away?"

Fengtian stood with a sword in his hand and saw that the old monk in the moon-white monk's robe not only did not leave, but stepped forward. Although his face did not change, his eyes fluctuated. He was no longer as cold as before, as if the god of death were coming. .

"Amitabha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless. I have fallen into the world of sin. What I have done today has made it impossible for me to ascend to the Land of Ultimate Bliss and see my Buddha! My Taoist heart has been shattered and my faith has been lost. What is the difference between living and dead? In this case, why don't you give up this body? Skin bag, go to Abi Hell to pay the debt of sin in this life!"

The old monk's expression was indifferent, as if he was not affected by Fengtian's world-shattering sword intent and violent rage at all. His voice was gentle and calm, and there was no trace of fluctuation on his face. The eyes were extremely profound, with no attachment to life and no fear of death. This is a transcendent person who sees everything.

"admire!"

Fengtian's expression did not change at all. He looked at the old monk in front of him, who was not stained by a speck of dust and whose moon-white robes were still elegant and free of filth on this filthy battlefield, just like a green lotus in a troubled world. There was respect in his eyes.

cut!

Wave, an unceremonious blow!

The sharp sword energy burst out instantly and struck the old monk directly in the chest.

There was no splash of blood or body parts!

Fengtian's sword, filled with internal energy, directly destroyed the old monk's vitality, but did not harm his body. Perhaps, even he didn't want his pure and elegant moon-white monk's robe to be contaminated by the blood of the orangutan.

"Thank you so much, donor!"

The old monk was forced to come. Even though he had Buddha in his heart, he still violated his true intention. If he doesn't die, those who threaten him will still threaten him after he goes back. If he doesn't die, he won't stop! Therefore, death is his only option. Moreover, it went against his original intention and forced him to abandon his faith. This is already worse than life. Death, for him, is a kind of relief.

He was killed by Fengtian, but the old monk didn't have the slightest resentment, let alone any hatred. He looked at Fengtian, as if he understood the devilish look in the eyes of this so-called "companion" who came with him this time, and couldn't help but smile gratefully and bow.

He was killed by Fengtian, but he was thanking Fengtian and saluting him! No one finds such a strange scene unbelievable. On the contrary, I think it is natural.

"……Amitabha……"

Putting his hands together for the last time, the old monk's white beard and eyebrows fluttered in the wind. He did not raise his head to look at the sky, because he felt that he was no longer worthy to look at the Buddha. Instead, he chose to look down at the ground, as if he could not wait to enter purgatory to pay for his sins.

Buzz…

Fengtian raised the sword in his hand solemnly, the sword energy roared, and the sword roared! This is the greatest respect a swordsman can show his opponent and the greatest farewell gift. Even though the old monk did not fight with him, he regarded him as a respectable opponent and died in his hands. Yes, it is an opponent! In Fengtian's eyes, the strong man with vampire and giant blood whom he killed before was not even a match!

Under the sound of the sword, the vitality of a generation of eminent monks disappeared, and their souls returned to the nine heavens!

Fengtian did not stop, but he did not jump over the corpse of the vampire like before, but walked over step by step, from the old monk's still standing corpse with his hands clasped together and his head lowered, slowly Walked over.

"Next, it's your turn!"