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Chapter 1234

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"My goodness, is this the legendary art of flying swords?"

Kou Zhong thinks of the scene where the Qi swords broke through the air and shattered the bronze bell in Liaokong's hand, and he gasps in astonishment.

He grew up on the streets and occasionally heard people tell stories. He had also yearned for the legendary art of flying swords, thinking it was fake, and never expected to see such a scene one day.

He suddenly feels that his own saber is no longer impressive.

Xu Ziling, as one of the 44 people watching this battle at close range, is also shocked beyond measure.

What shocks him even more is that Liaokong, after landing, looks at the wound on his body and actually chooses to press his palms together, then opens his mouth to speak a Buddhist chant, "Amitabha!"

Perhaps because he has not spoken for many years, Liaokong's voice sounds somewhat harsh when he says this.

But to the many warrior monks, and to Kou Zhong, Xu Ziling, and others, the meaning is completely different.

Liaokong speaking proves that he has voluntarily broken the Zen of Silence.

Su Xuan also realizes this and sneers, "After discovering how difficult I am to deal with, you choose to voluntarily break the Zen of Silence. Don't you think it's a bit too late now?"

With a thought, the previously dissipated Qi swords reappear, hovering beside Su Xuan, and then, they suddenly strike toward Liaokong.

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