Sui Yi tried his best to adjust his breath and said: "It's just borrowing the light from Zhanquan."
"Don't underestimate yourself,"
Jianquan shook his head and said: "In five years, no, in three years, your name will be engraved on the sword pavilion."
In the steep terrain, full of Haotian Gang wind, and the cliff of Jiange that is difficult for mortals to reach,
There is a piece of meteorite standing erect, which is connected with the mountain and is extremely solid. Only monk Zhuxiao can carve marks on it.
Climbing the sword pavilion and leaving your name is also a feat and romance unique to Zhuxiao
"It's just,"
Jianquan paused, "Not now..."
While the last word was still floating in the wind, Jianquan's figure had disappeared.
Sui Yi was suddenly shocked, and relying on his deep instinct, he held the Yinghuo Sword in front of him.
The old monk arrived in an instant, his right hand formed the Buddha Seal of Nianhua, and his fingertips covered with dirty blood scabs gently flicked on the Yinghuo Sword.
Cang!!!
Sui Yi felt a huge force coming along the blade of the sword, and his whole body flew out uncontrollably, hitting the ruins of the stone bricks of the courtyard wall heavily.
Stirring up dust in the sky.
The extremely tough Yinghuo Sword also undulates and curves like waves, transmitting power and tearing the palm of the hand.
The bone-piercing pain struck again, but Sui Yi had no chance to stop.
She transformed into sword light and tried her best to dodge away from where she was.
The next moment, Jianquan's flower-holding Buddha seal hit the stone brick where she was just now.
As soon as the Buddha's light swayed, the stone bricks were ground into powder, and the soil below seemed to have been rolled over by the soles of giant beasts, and it was forcibly sunk down one layer.
Zen practice is slightly different from the mainstream of the academy. There are no two paths of sword and talisman, but more Buddha's sound and Buddha's seal.
Jianquan has been famous for many years, and he has mastered the classics of various schools. He is no longer limited to one move or one move. He can have great power with just a raise of his hands and feet.
Moreover, this is under the condition that he must devote 70% of his mind and spiritual power to chant Buddhist sounds through the shadow demon and induce 800,000 people in Xingzhou City.
In a real life-and-death confrontation, the four ministers of the Academy or the three cardinals of Taihao Mountain may not be able to win in a one-on-one situation.
Bang!
After being distracted for a moment, Jianquan caught up again.
The skinny fist struck the blade burning with Yinghuo Sword Qi, causing the blade to fly back and hit Sui Yi on his own shoulder.
Sand!
Sui Yi's back hit the prison door that was still standing in place with difficulty.
The remaining momentum did not diminish, and the whole person retreated more than ten feet on the central avenue of the city.
The toes of both feet drag two long tracks on the ground,
The sharp Yinghuo Sword is deeply embedded in the left shoulder.
Blood overflowed from the shoulder wound, dripping down the sword body, and was burned by the hot sword energy, giving off a strange burning smell.
Jianquan, on the other hand, still stood where he was, maintaining his posture of forming seals and punching.
There was only a slight white mark left on his fist, which was completely invisible after being wiped casually.
"Your Ying Huo Sword was created by you, right? It's very thoughtful."
Jian Quan stood up straight again and said calmly: "Burn yourself in exchange for power beyond ordinary skills.
Burn the spiritual power first, then the spiritual veins, and finally the sea of qi.
Is it worth it to ‘save’ these people you’ve never met before?”
Burning spiritual veins, or pushing the output efficiency of spiritual veins to the limit, will lead to dangerous consequences.
It can range from damage to the spiritual veins to a decline in realm.
In severe cases, the spiritual veins will collapse and there will be no possibility of making any progress.
But Burning Qi Hai is even more serious.
The sea of qi is where the body and mind blend.
Once the sea of qi collapses, the whole person will be disabled. You will be unable to carry your shoulders or lift your hands. Your spirit will be depressed and your will will decline. You will be even more depressed than a desperate patient who has been seriously ill for many years.
The Yinghuo Sword, which was activated with all its strength, is a product that is on the verge of losing control.
The secret was revealed,
Sui Yi's expression became neither sad nor happy.
She pulled the long sword from her shoulder with force, pressed her palm heavily on the shoulder wound, and released the fiery heat to flatten the wound alive and stop the bleeding.
"There is no saying whether it is worth it or not."
Sui Yi shook his long sword and shook off the dried blood on the blade. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the ignorant and ignorant Xingzhou people on the street behind him.
She looked at the men and women, some old, some young, some well-dressed, some poorly dressed, and said solemnly: "In the eyes of the disciples of the Academy, only do or not do."
"Admirable, but stupid."
Jianquan said calmly: "How many times can you block the Buddha's seal? Once the sea of qi burns out, the monk's mind and soul will collapse together.
Become a fool."
"I understand."
Sui Yi was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "So, I won't run away again."
Her long, pitch-black hair that fell around her waist gradually curled up, crackling as if it had been hit by static electricity.
"Huh?"
The old monk squinted his eyes, vaguely feeling something, and his expression became serious.
Jianquan, or the existence that once was Jianquan, needs to devote most of its energy to controlling the shadow demon at this moment and reciting Buddhist chants throughout the city.
To deal with Sui Yi, only a part of the realm was invoked.
But now, the gap between the two sides in realm is rapidly narrowing.
Can't wait any longer.
Jian Quan originally wanted Sui Yi to use up his spiritual power and retreat on his own, or die alive, lest he use more spiritual power and affect the implementation of the plan.
After all, his goal is to complete the six paths of reincarnation, not to kill people.
"After so many years, the world of Xuegong still has the same temper."
Before he finished speaking, the old monk flashed in front of him and blasted out the Buddha's seal.
Wow!
Sui Yi's waist-length hair was on fire, and her eyes were also shining with fire.
The crumbling air sea roared again, pumping out a massive amount of spiritual energy.
Sui Yi tried his best to slash out a sword, but the cross sword energy came later and hit Jianquan first before the Buddha seal took shape.
Boom!
The loud noise was deafening, and the hemp rope used to hang merchant banners above the street collapsed.
Jian Quan and Sui Yi flew out together, and the former crashed into the wooden prison tower.
The latter knocked down more than a dozen shops along the street.
The dozens of people who were closest to Xingzhou City were even awakened by the loud noise, and their eyes became clear again.
"What, what's going on?"
"Why are we here?"
"Master Jianquan?!"
The common people who didn't know the situation panicked, especially after noticing the corpses of the pacification soldiers not far away, they crowded backwards and tried to escape.
Boom!
Jianquan casually smashed a tough beam that was weighing on his head and stepped out of the ruins of the sentry tower.
Sui Yi also climbed up from the collapsed pavement, his long hair burning with heatless flames,
The length of hair, which was originally waist-length, is shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"The sea of qi is not enough to burn, so I bet on the soul, longevity?"
Jianquan said calmly: "If you do this, you will no longer be able to reach the Zhuxiao realm in this life, and your soul will be scattered."
Sui Yi grinned, his eyes sparkling horribly, "Your Excellency has staked his own life, his lifelong reputation, and the future of his descendants of Zen disciples. Why not if the younger generation is a little crazier?"
This chapter has been completed!