407: C407 Chop down Your Sect!

C407 Chop down Your Sect!

Pei Feng's anger came out, all around him he sat cross-legged, all the monks with their eyes closed chanting were instantly blown away by the astral wind and scattered, all flying out.

Pei Feng's hair fluttered, and his clothes fluttered. He slowly raised the Chopping Spirit in his hand, and pointed it straight at the towering Shaolin Northern Mountain Gate in front of him, coldly saying each word: "Saber name is Chopping Spirit, this slash of mine … Even if I can't kill you three bald donkeys, I will definitely turn your Shaolin Northern Mountain Gate into ruins …! "

He spoke in an incomparably arrogant tone, as if he didn't put the three of them in his eyes at all.

No matter how good the Three Monks' cultivation was, they still could not endure it!

White-browed Grandmaster's face was ashen as he suddenly bellowed, "Impudent! This little kid, does not know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is! I really want to see how you will slice apart my Shaolin Northern Mountain Gate! "

"What an arrogant brat!" Even if the three of us were to join forces, Nie Canghai might not even be able to pass through Northern Mountain Gate! With just you? It's simply a joke. "

"Every year, countless martial artists challenge the Shaolin Mountain Sect, but they all return in defeat! My Shaolin's Northern Mountain Gate has stood here for close to a thousand years, and he has never fallen before! Child, if you are able to break through my Shaolin Northern Mountain Gate and turn it into ruins, I will definitely not stop you anymore. I will let you enter the temple and search for Hong Beiming! "

"A thousand years? "Hur Hur, today I will make it fall —!"

As soon as he said that, mud and stone flew into the air as Pei Feng shot up into the sky!

A hundred meters in the air, a spatial slash!

State of Intent - Sword Intent appeared!

When this blade cut out, a sinister, dark, and huge Ancient Devil City Mirage instantly enveloped the Northern Mountain Gate below, as well as the three monks!

Seven Thought Demon Saber , the cultivation technique Pei Feng created himself, only had seven forms, and each form was a peerless sabre art — this naturally was the first style, "Sad Town"!

Once the Sad Town came out, the entire northern slope instantly quietened down.

No one had ever seen such a strange and breathtaking saber technique.

One slash … It could actually slash out the power of a city? What kind of heaven-defying divine ability was this?

This had completely exceeded the knowledge of all martial arts cultivators present. At this moment, everyone was shocked, even "Soldier Emperor" Nie Canghai was no exception!

Sad Town was only a divine ability technique, which allowed one to borrow the mirage in the city to gather the force of the blade. It was still Saber Intent.

Fourth level of Saber Intent, sixteen small realms.

Pei Feng had now reached the second great realm, and the fifth small realm — Intent Level — Sword Intent was now visible.

Sword Intent Appearance Realm... It meant that the blade intent could materialize and cut the world apart!

This realm had long since surpassed the realm of Divine State Country rumored to be able to injure people by picking leaves from flying flowers and turning mudstone leaves into blades.

Out of all the swordsmen who had trained in the Divine State Country for the past thousand years, not a single one had reached the state where the sword intent could be seen, so it was reasonable for them to be deeply shocked by the appearance of the "Sad Town".

The speed of the saber was too fast. In the blink of an eye … It was so fast that the three monks didn't even have time to use their sacred art before they were engulfed in the mirage!

In a vast city, the murderous aura was biting cold. Saber intent wreaked havoc everywhere, and the sabre light was like a shuttle …

The three monks were trapped in the city, all of them had serious expressions on their faces, surrounding them with buddhist light, the astral energy howling like dragons.

"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!" "Swish …"

One hole after another appeared on the three monks' robes. On their faces, arms, and necks, long and thin streaks of blood also appeared.

In terms of cultivation realm, Abbot Whitebrow, Withered-Zen, and Monk Ku Jue were all stronger than Pei Feng, and they also had the protection of the [Tathagata Formless Divine Art] 's ability, so they could stand under the blade force of the' Sad Town '. Even though they had the protection of the sacred art and held a divine weapon, they still found it difficult to block the attack of the ethereal and immeasurable blade intent!

Activating his sacred art, he had to use all of his strength to resist. He could protect his internal organs and meridians, but he wouldn't be injured by anything if he wanted to … None of them could do it!

Because of Pei Feng's sword intent... The level of this skill far exceeded their imagination. The sharp aura contained in the blade intent was simply terrifying!2

Under the suppression of the vast blade energy, which was like a city descending, the strongest divine ability of the « Formless Tathagata Art » was completely unable to be unleashed.

If he were to forcefully withstand the blade's force, it wouldn't be able to threaten Pei Feng who was over a hundred meters away, it would only increase the wounds on his body …

Almost at the same time, Ku Chan and Ku Jue shouted in unison, "Back!"

The three of them suddenly moved, and exited the "Sad Town" realm of blade intent, retreating into the Northern Mountain Gate as well.

In the distance, the corner of Pei Feng's mouth curled up into a sneer. The Chopping Spirit in his hand suddenly sunk as he shouted in a low voice: "Slash!"

Instantly, the enormous and vast ancient devil mirage pressed down with a loud bang. Smoke and dust exploded, and the towering Northern Mountain Gate was submerged within it …

As the smoke and dust dispersed, the shadow of the Northern Mountain Gate could no longer be seen.

The Northern Mountain Gate that was thirty meters tall had been completely reduced to a pile of ruins, wood shattering and stones.

Just now, the "Tathagata Formless Divine Technique" that the white-browed Grandmaster had displayed was extremely extraordinary, as if a true Buddha had descended from the heavens. The buddhist light protected his body, and its vast and mighty might was not inferior to his "indigo ocean".

He knew that this form of "Sad Town" of his could not injure these three high monks. In fact, his goal was also not to do so — This form of "Sad Town" … There was only one goal, and that was to cut Northern Mountain Gate!

"I did."

Pei Feng slowly walked towards the Northern Mountain Gate ruins with one hand in his pocket and the other holding onto his blade: "This slash of mine … Even if I can't kill you three bald donkeys, I will definitely cut your Shaolin Northern Mountain Gate into ruins! "

Behind the ruins, Abbot Whitebrow, Priest Ku Chan, and monk Ku Jue all stared at him. Dense buddhist light swirled around their bodies, and their eyes were filled with astonishment.

The kasaya was tattered beyond recognition. It was no longer in the form of clothes. Every person's body, face, and arms was covered in countless thin and long knife wounds, dripping with fresh blood.

These were all superficial wounds. At most, they had injured the flesh, but not the bones. However, they were bloodstained, and appeared to be very common.

Saber Intent...

It was a terrifying blade intent that caused people's hearts to tremble, and they were deeply afraid of it!

This youngster who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old … To possess such a powerful and terrifying Saber Intent, this was simply unbelievable!

Saber intent, sword intent, staff intent, spear intent.

Anyone who had been immersed in a weapon for a long time would more or less be able to understand some of the mysteries of the art of weapons. As long as they were a Cultivator in the Martial Dao, they would understand this principle.

There were also several blade masters in the Shaolin Temple. All of them used a blade as a weapon their entire life, and the shortest one to immerse themselves in the path of the blade was over fifty years old, while the longest one was over a hundred years old!

However, compared to Pei Feng's Saber Intent... The sabre intent of those sabre masters was simply crude and clumsy; it was not even worth mentioning!

If Pei Feng's sword intent was like the radiance of the sun and the moon, then the sword intent of those sword masters were like the glow of a firefly. The two were like the difference between heaven and earth!

It was unbelievable. How could a sixteen or seventeen year old youth reach such a high level of blade intent!?

pqdm.com