Heavenly Martial Arts - 150. Chapter 149 Heavenly Sword!

The moonlight is hazy, covering the earth.

He Heng opened his arms. In front of him, there was the monk Kong Kong who had performed the “Essence Breaking and Self-Suppression Dafa”. At this moment, his whole body seemed to burst open, and he pressed against He Heng.

He Heng didn’t avoid it, but opened his arms to greet him.

One yin and one yang two extreme qi entwined in He Heng’s arms, and under the mutual restraint, they turned into an extreme strangling force, crushing everything.

The bright moon suddenly fell on the ground, and a ray of moonlight was entering He Heng’s arms. At that time, the sky was just pasted up, with a determined solemnity on his face.

He Heng’s eyes were unusually calm, so calm that the waves were calm. When the air was about to explode, his arms snapped together.

Peng!

A violent explosion resounded, especially in the dark night, you can hear it within a radius of several miles.

He Heng looked at the blood mist in front of him, shook his head, wiped the blood stains on his body, and turned to look at Shi Feixuan who had escaped a mile or two.

He saw no emotions in his eyes, gently raised the palm of his right hand, and said coldly: “I want to escape from the palm of my hand, no way!”

Suddenly, He Heng leaped tens of feet away, and within a few leaps, he appeared one mile away.

In front of him, Shi Feixuan was rushing desperately, avoiding the demon He Heng! She is a timid personality at this moment.

In just over ten breaths, He Heng had already come behind Shi Feixuan and sighed: “It seems that you haven’t seized the opportunity that Kong Yi died for you!”

“Hmph, I don’t need the self-sufficient bald donkey to save!” Shi Feixuan suddenly turned her head, using her fingers as a sword, with a sharp heart, mysterious moves, just right, and suddenly stab He Heng fiercely.

“Small bugs!” He Heng sipped coldly, flicking his right sleeve, and a terrible energy directly raged over Shifei Xuan Miaoman’s delicate body.

“Ah…” Shi Feixuan screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Here is a barren land outside Luoyang city, with no one everywhere, full of weeds. He Heng negative stood on the grass, staring directly at Shi Feixuan coldly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shi Feixuan’s reaction was very casual, she actually cast a wink at He Heng, and said enchantingly: “True Xuanwei, do you think I am beautiful?” After that, she actually began to take off her clothes, revealing a touch of whiteness. .

He Heng remained motionless.

The next moment, she screamed sharply, put on her clothes hurriedly, and looked at He Heng shyly: “Asshole, how can you treat me like this? A beast in a costume!!”

He Heng was still expressionless, staring coldly at the beauty in front of him who had changed several personalities in just a few dozen breaths. There were enchanting witches, pure and cold fairy lengths, and cowardly girls. , There are dignified and beautiful ladies…

Finally, He Heng shook his head: “It seems that I still need to practice more in the use of spiritual power. The first deep spiritual invasion made her a personality split even more terrible than Shi Zhixuan. Sure enough… Theory is theory, and real knowledge can be learned from practice! Go back and find someone to try again! Now, let’s give her a treatment.”

At this time, Shi Feixuan turned into that timid personality again, looking at He Heng, full of fear, curled up in the corner, trembling constantly.

He Heng suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed at her. Shi Fei said “Ah”. He Heng was already dragged in his hand and curled up in fear.

“No, no!” She was struggling constantly, her mood was abnormally unstable.

He Heng waited for a moment, and then she suddenly smiled: “So you want to be that kind of shy…” She said so, she actually leaned towards He Heng.

“Look into my eyes!” He Heng sternly shouted at her.

“So you like this tune.” Shi Feixuan’s bright eyes with a soft smile looked at He Heng’s empty eyes.

Then, after a while, when Shi Feixuan woke up again, there was a ray of dawn in the sky, tearing away the darkness.

He Heng’s figure suddenly appeared under the dawn, staring at her indifferently.

Shi Fei Xuan sighed in an extremely complicated way: “True person Xuanwei, you are also a person who seeks the way of heaven, and the things in the world are nothing but vain for you, so why do you commit sins in vain?”

He Heng didn’t answer her words, he glanced at her whole body and nodded: “It looks like the treatment was successful, but I hope you have some sequelae.”

“What?” Shi Feixuan was inexplicably surprised.

“I hope you have some sequelae, then the Fanmen can be lively.” He Heng repeated gently.

Shi Fei frowned and said: “I can feel that you have an attitude of indifferent to everything in the world, but why do you hate me so much?”

“How can you understand my thoughts. What’s more, the red dust is rolling. Although my heart is detached, my body is still there. It is difficult and difficult!” He Heng shook his head, unwilling to say more.

When Shi Feixuan wanted to ask something, a sharp light flashed in He Heng’s eyes, and she immediately yelled, “Ah”, with a splitting headache.

“No, how could this be, how could it…” Shi Feixuan struggled in pain, screaming more and more, and terrifying scenes continued to appear in her mind, and those were the things she feared the most.

He Heng looked at Shi Feixuan and said: “Fear is synonymous with weakness, and weakness itself is the greatest evil.”

When Shi Feixuan was struggling in pain, He Heng suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance. There, he felt a touch of earth-shaking sword intent, vast, as vast as the world and all-encompassing.

In front of the air body full of terrifying sword intent, a light figure emerged. This person wore a monk’s robe, but it was difficult to conceal his beautiful appearance. Although he had lost his hair, it was difficult to eliminate his elegant state.

Although he is in his 50s and 60s, he looks like he is in his 20s and 30s. He has an extraordinary appearance and wonderful physique. He is particularly similar to Shi Feixuan, like a pair of sisters.

He Heng shouted: “The one who came is Cihangjingzhai Fanqinghui!”

Although the meaning is doubtful, He Heng’s tone is extremely determined.

In this world, those who are so similar to Shi Feixuan, I fear that only Fan Qinghui will be the only one.

And the master of that earth-shattering sword intent, his identity is naturally also very obvious, the world’s number one swordsman, the lord of the Song Dynasty in Lingnan, and Song Que of the Heavenly Sword!

“Interesting, Shi Zhixuan and the others didn’t stop them. I’m afraid it’s a bit tricky…but that’s okay!” When He Heng thought, Fan Qinghui had already come here, looking at the haggard Shifei, he said with pity: “Feixuan, you have suffered.”

After seeing Fan Qinghui, Shifei cried bitterly: “Master, Ning Zhenren, as well as Venerable Emperor Dixin and Master Liaokong, they have all passed away to heaven.”

“What?” Fan Qinghui’s expression was shocked, and she said with great sorrow: “Brother Ning Dao, two masters, why didn’t you wait for Qinghui!”

“But the two turbulent bald donkeys, if you kill them, you can clear the door for Erfanmen. What are you crying?” He Heng snorted coldly, interrupting Fan Qinghui’s hypocrisy.

Fan Qinghui looked at He Heng coldly, and reprimanded: “Mr. Xuanwei, you are a Taoist person, but you don’t think about practicing. When you come to this raging red dust, you are even more helpless with that faint monarch, conquering Goguryeo, and causing endless killings. He also used horrible words to deceive the crowd, tortured the eminent Brahman monk, and killed the real person Ning Daoqi, the grandmaster of Erdaomen. In fact, the sins are terrible. Do you still have no idea to repent?”

Fan Qinghui’s words are full of regretful sighs, coupled with his “immortal” appearance, and his compassionate look, it makes people involuntarily directly give rise to a sense of sin.

He Heng snorted coldly: “You and the Fanmen are all rebellious, dare to call the emperor a faint emperor, and he really isn’t a son of man!”

“Oh!” Fan Qinghui sighed: “Mr Xuanwei, you are mad, you still need to enter the empty door with the poor nuns early, chant the sutras and worship the Buddha, so as to eliminate the hostility in your heart.”

He Heng seemed to have heard some great joke, and sneered: “You Brahma Sect still uses these methods for so many years. I dare not want to cross the poor road and enter the Brahma Sect. Do you have this ability?”

Fan Qinghui sighed compassionately, and said to his back: “Amitabha Buddha, please also Song Que to subdue this demon for me, and thank you.”

“After this time, you and I have nothing to do with you, and Song Que will have nothing to do anymore!” Behind Fan Qinghui, the majestic sword intent suddenly turned into substance, and a perfect man with a wind god like jade appeared, and the plain words made it happen. Fan Qinghui trembled sharply all over.

He Heng looked at the most perfect man in the Tang Dynasty. He had a refined face like a crown jade, his facial features were perfect to the extreme, his figure was burly and tall, and his hair was slightly gray, which added something to him. Sub-mature charm.

But what He Heng paid attention to was not these, but the knife in his hand, a simple and dark long knife, perfectly blending with his whole person.

And this vast world is also blending with his sword.

He is the knife, the knife is him! The sword is the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth are him!

He is… Tiandao Song Que!

“Heaven and human swords are one of the three, there is law and no sword, there is no knife, and the sword way has surpassed the ordinary realm!” He Heng looked at Song Quewei and sighed. This person gave him no feeling. Inferior to the realm before Fu Cailin’s death, a realm of harmony and unity of the three swords of heaven and man.

This can be regarded as the realm of heaven and man, transcending the ordinary, just like the original White Jade Chan, unlike the mortal man, transcendence, of course, compared to the original White Jade Chan, Song Que is a bit worse.

He Heng has reason to believe that if Song Que was still imprisoned by his “emperor” thinking, he would not be able to completely abandon foreign objects, otherwise he would already be in the realm of Yuanshen, with his body and the world. The realm of the unity of heaven and man!

But even if he is now, he has reached the top when it comes to cultivation, and he is no less inferior to He Heng. After all, He Heng’s own realm has also comprehended the way of heaven and man, but has not condensed the soul.

The original Fu Cailin’s heart is dead, but the former Song Que is in the most perfect state. He really wants to fight. With the terrifying lethality of his Heavenly Sword, even if He Heng is far superior to him in insight, he has no full assurance. Overcome him without using the realm of land law and some powerful martial arts.

But what does it matter?