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Chapter 3220 Three No Humans

Fu Yang kept moving his hands. The index and middle fingers of his right hand were together and stretched forward, and the other fingers were bent. He drew a circle in the air with all his strength.

"Kidōken Sūnten!"

The violent and domineering Kidō power turned into a sharp sword energy under the control of Fu Yang's thoughts. Layers upon layers, densely packed, like a horizontally rotating tornado, heading towards the paralyzed Sato who had exhausted all his mana.

One letter swept away.

Clang clang clang!

In the void, the harsh sound of swords was heard, making people's scalp numb.

Taisho, the priest of Sannoishi Shrine who had been watching the battle from the back, suddenly screamed inwardly and shouted: "Sir, stop! Nephew Sato has lost the ability to fight, why do you need to kill him? In this way, you and I are two countries

, I’m afraid it will cause international disputes.”

He originally wanted to stop him, but Fu Yang's "Sword Rolling Sky" was too fast and it was too late. He could only wait and see if Fu Yang would stop.

"Am I going to die?"

Sato Ichibo looked at the almost endless black sword energy in front of him, rushing toward him like a tornado. He was so frightened that his heart was filled with despair, and he was in despair.

He was originally a proud man with his eyes above the top. His strength was indeed among the best among the young generation in Japan, and he belonged to the top group. None of them, such as Oyama Somaru and Yamada Kureng, were his opponents!

Unexpectedly, he would be completely crushed and beaten by this young monk from China. His mentality had already collapsed, and he was going to die soon, right?

Clang clang clang, swish swish, puff puff puff!

The infinite sword energy like a black tornado was overwhelming, covering up Sato Kapachi's entire body.

However, there were only horrified screams, but no sound of flesh being cut.

After a few breaths.

All the black sword energy of "Jianjuan Tian" disappeared, and the figure of Sato Kazuo appeared. He looked extremely miserable, and his clothes were ragged. The originally noble and elegant priest robe had turned into rags, with strips hanging on his body like a beggar.

Take the same clothes.

The black hat had been completely broken into pieces, and the pulled up hair had been cut unevenly by the sword energy, as if it had been cut haphazardly by a barber with the worst skills. It was extremely ugly.

His whole body was covered with fine sword marks and wounds, dripping with blood. But it just looked scary, and there was no danger to his life.

Embarrassing, extremely embarrassing!

Fu Yang also made a gesture of pressing his hand in the air, and a huge black hand suddenly appeared above Sato Ichi's head, Fu Yang, and slapped him.

Snap!

He knelt directly on the ground, and his head hit the ground, causing a big swelling. He knelt down to Fu Yang like a dead dog.

This scene immediately broke the hearts of all the priests of Sannoishi Shrine!

It was a feeling of helplessly watching an idol being shattered, but being unable to do anything about it, as if the spirit had collapsed. Some young priests who worship Sato Kappo very much on weekdays even let out slight sobs...

The priest Da Zheng glared at Fu Yang: "Your Excellency, you have gone too far! Do you want to start a war with our Japanese cultivation community?"

Oh My God……

Fu Yang shrugged and said in a casual tone: "Relax, Mr. Taisho. You are slandering people. You just said it yourself. When fighting, it is inevitable to get hurt sometimes. What's more, you are just relying on you.

Can the Sannoishi Shrine represent the Japanese cultivation world? I’m afraid it’s a bit too narcissistic. What’s more, I didn’t kill anyone. Let’s go!”

With that said, he turned around without even looking at Sato Kazuo who was kneeling on the ground. He waved his hand and left with Wei Ke and Mr. Xiong.

Only a deathly silence was left in the entire Sannoishi Shrine.

After a long time, a shrill howl came out...

"Why? Why are you so insulting to me? You might as well kill me. I'm going to commit seppuku!"

"Ah! Senior brother, don't be like this, don't be like this. You are the hope of our shrine."

"Yes, yes, as the old Chinese saying goes, if you keep the green hills, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood."

The whole shrine was in a state of uproar. In the end, the priest Taisho took action and knocked out Sato Ichibo, which prevented him from committing seppuku as an apology.

However, he was so proud that he was easily crushed and publicly humiliated by Fu Yang. Even if his Taoist heart was not destroyed, it would be difficult for him to make a real breakthrough. Fu Yang's goal could be considered achieved.

Fu Yang took advantage of the gap before the Shenyu Tiantong Conference to take over the Japanese cultivation world and his heart-breaking journey is of course still going on!

One day later, Akita Prefecture. Shirakami Mountain Range.

This is a vast mountainous area stretching between Akita and Aomori prefectures. The entire vast virgin forest is a world natural heritage certified by the United Nations.

Deep in the Baishen Mountains, there are twelve lakes connected to each other, known as the Baishen Twelve Lakes. The lakes are colorful and have a bit of the feeling of the famous Chinese scenic spot "Jiuzhaigou".

On the shore of the Twelve Lakes, there is a classical Japanese temple complex called Shirakamiyama Temple!

In the open space in front of the main hall of the temple, Fu Yang was having a fierce battle with a monk wearing white robes.

The monk named Juekong is the only true disciple of the abbot of Baishenshan Temple in this generation, and he is also the unofficial successor to the next abbot.

Now his master is practicing in seclusion, and is trying his best to attack the realm and prepare for the Shenyu Tiantong Conference. When Fu Yang comes to challenge him, he takes action without hesitation.

The fight is fierce!

When Fu Yang took action, he could see howling ghosts, black energy billowing, fierce power, and domineering force. Just looking at it made people's hearts throb. It was a top-notch attack and killing method.

As for the monk Juekong, his white monk robes were fluttering, and his left hand kept making huge white Buddhist seals, which looked like Sanskrit characters and were as big as houses. They were also shining with soft light, constantly colliding with Fu Yang's spells and roaring.

.

Gang gas continued to explode in the air, and shock waves spread everywhere. Big trees swayed, and waves in the lake hit the shore.

Black is domineering and violent, white is soft and tranquil.

Looking like this, Fu Yang actually looks like a villain?

As for Juekong's right hand, he was holding a wooden flute-like magical instrument, which he placed under his lips and played softly. There was a stream of melodious and sweet music that enveloped the entire battlefield. It seemed that the solution was being resolved to the greatest extent.

It absorbs Fu Yang's attack power and killing aura, and also enhances the power of the white Buddhist seal!

Within a dozen rounds, he was evenly matched with Fu Yang, who had deliberately suppressed his combat power to the early stage of Qizhenren. And it seemed that this guy had not used his 100% full strength. Because the music he played was not urgent,

Very comfortable.

oh?

Fu Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself: "That's interesting! This monk uses sound spells to weaken my attacks and at the same time enhance his own attack power. By increasing or decreasing, he can gain the upper hand. It seems that this trip

The heart-breaking journey across Japan has also greatly enriched my own experience and knowledge. Looking more at other people's magic can also gain insights and inspirations from them. And the Japanese are indeed not ordinary people.

I was able to invade China and make China miserable, and I have some real skills. This time I cut off the future path of these outstanding young people in their cultivation world from the source, which is a great contribution to China. I have to find Bai Lao and the others when I go back

I want some benefits, hehehehe."

From a distance, watching the battle between Fu Yang and Juekong, Wei Ke was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect that this shakuhachi could be used as a magical weapon in Japan. I didn't know it before, but this time I have gained more knowledge.

.”

Mr. Xiong folded his arms and pursed his lips: "It's just a strange and dirty trick."

It turns out that the magical instrument in Juekong's right hand that can play music is called Shakuhachi!

Shakuhachi is an instrument similar to the flute and Xiao.

Made of bamboo, the inside is coated with cinnabar and filled with lacquer. The outside is incised and has five holes (four in the front and one in the back). It is an edge-vibrating air-sounding wind instrument. It is named after its length of one foot and eight inches. Its sound is desolate and vast, with a

The murderous tone can also express an ethereal and tranquil artistic conception.

Speaking of the history of Shakuhachi, it also makes people feel a little sad...

The shakuhachi was originally an ancient Chinese musical instrument, originating from the Wuyue land in the south of the Yangtze River during the pre-Qin period. Later, during the Sui and Tang dynasties, it became the most important instrument in court music. It was also during this period that a large number of envoys from Japan came to the Tang Dynasty because they admired the Chinese

Culture, brought Shakuhachi back to Japan to spread...

The strange thing is that after the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty, the shakuhachi was lost in China! Instead, it became a traditional musical instrument in Japan.

It was not until the late Qing Dynasty that it was spread back to China from Japan and the United States.

In Japan, the shakuhachi is not only a musical instrument, it is also regarded as the most important magical weapon by a certain lineage of Japanese Buddhism, which is equivalent to a wooden fish. All disciples must use the shakuhachi. And most of the magical powers are through the shakuhachi.

Eight comes to display.

Obviously, Baishenshan Temple belongs to this lineage!

Back to business.

But in the battlefield, Fu Yang suddenly accelerated his attack speed and power. The aura on his body was rising steadily, and it had reached a small level, comparable to the coercive display of Qizhenren in the middle stage.

In an instant, the original stalemate in the field was broken. Fu Yang smashed all the Sanskrit seals that were shining with white Buddha light, and the black fist rushed straight into the sky!

And it may turn into a grimace, a dragon, or a huge mountain... It is irresistible.

Juekong suddenly retreated.

A phantom of a sutra flew out from his chest, enlarging like a wall and standing in front of him. It temporarily blocked Fu Yang's violent and domineering continuous attacks. He himself took the opportunity to hold the shakuhachi with both hands and put it under his lips...

"Donor, I didn't expect you to hide your cultivation. Your true strength is so powerful. Then, the poor monk has to use his full strength."

oh?

Fu Yang laughed loudly while attacking: "Monk, you have also hidden your cultivation level. In this case, let's show it all. I have already used my full strength, so you must also use your full strength."

"What the donor said is exactly what I want."

Na Juekong was also smiling, with a calm and confident expression.

Only Mr. Xiong whispered in the distance: "He believes you, Mr. Fu, you are such a bad boy! You haven't even exerted half of your strength. You lied to others and said you gave your full strength? How shameless and

You have no moral integrity. How can you have the nerve to say that I am a three-no monster? I think you are a three-no human being. Humph!"

However, Jue Kong naturally didn’t know all this.

He has absolute confidence in his own strength! And the shakuhachi, which he held lightly with both hands and placed near his mouth, has suddenly played again. However, unlike the soft, slow and ethereal music just now, the music of the shakuhachi has become extremely fast.
Chapter completed!
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