Master Yunmu has a sincere attitude, as if he is here to teach a disciple.

"I've been thinking about it all over the world. Maybe this is fate. We want to send billions of lives to the embrace of the Holy Son. Those creatures will naturally resist. They don't understand the beauty of the Holy Son, and these resentment becomes a breath outside the mountain."

"We are fighting against this energy, and you are the person who was selected and embodied."

"The battle between you and me is in fate, and this is a destined battle."

Lu Feng was so stupid that his head was said, "What fate and fate are nonsense."

The doves are flying, and their graceful figures are like swans, and each feather is shining with the dazzling Buddha light.

The abbot of the Three Immortal Sect, an existence that was enlightened overnight.

"Please give me advice." Lu Feng lifted his sword and clasped his fists. He stood on the bloody ground, his black clothes were like guarding armor.

"This is fate, it is also cause and effect, and it is also a confrontation between momentum and momentum, not a gift."

The cold wind blew on his face, and the sound of rescue planes in the distance gradually disappeared, Lu Feng and Master Yunmu seemed to be in two worlds.

One is in light, the other falls into darkness.

Lu Feng raised his hand, and the spiritual energy turned into a bow. He used the pig-killing knife as an arrow, pulled the bowstring and aimed at Master Yunmu.

"Master, I wonder if the pigeons you raise are suitable for making pigeon soup?"

"This is not raised by me, but I borrowed it from the Western temple. However, after being baptized by my Buddhist scriptures, I can barely be raised by me."

"The holy pigeon is as brilliant as a cloud, not for stewing soup."

Lu Feng's arms were tight, and his tendons were clearly visible, but the momentum of the bow and arrow continued to rise.

Lu Feng was solemn, and he didn't think of getting closer immediately, but instead tempted.

Storms and rains are passing by.

Before the arrow was shot, the cold wind made the white dove feel murderous intent. The autumn wind blew, and paper scraps and bottles on the ground flew everywhere.

Master Yunmu's face became slightly more serious. He had seen many geniuses and had a sharp eye. How could he not tell Lu Feng's strength?

The other party is now no less than his disciples of the Three Immortal Sects.

"If the saint is not dead, the thief will not stop!" Lu Feng shouted decisively.

"Absurd!" Master Yunmu finally became angry.

This is a peak duel. Put it in the mountains, it is enough to be one of the most powerful battles in the Agile Realm. However, outside the mountains, basically no one sees it.

Lu Feng's fingers were released and the arrow flew away. Although the first arrow was a test, it still used the cleavage talisman in the grass character.

The north wind blows the white grass on the ground!

In the mountains, in the spiritual realm, who can attack the host of the Three Immortal Sects as if challenging the sky.

But Lu Feng did it.

Master Yunmu frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and waved his hand. Twelve white doves were chirping, which was moving music and tassels hanging from the sky.

From Lu Feng to Master Yunmu, there was only a distance of less than twenty meters. Suddenly, a milky white airflow channel was formed between the two, and the pig-killing knife shot away, cutting the air.

Below it, the blood-stained ground suddenly burst.

The naked eye cannot see the pig-killing knife, and there is more than one grass character on the knife.

In a moment, the pig-killing sword hit a white dove heavily, and the feathers of the dove were chaotic, making it very beautiful.

Then the bright red blood penetrated out of its abdomen, which was extremely conspicuous under the light.

Dong!

The pigeon was cut in two pieces and landed on the ground. The white feathers were covered with dust and blood sprinkled on their wings.

"Master, look, they are dead, just like us."

“Death is an ugly thing.”

"And the brighter it is, the darker it is."

The corpse of the pigeon is particularly obvious on the ground.

Master Yunmu clasped his hands together, and the wooden fish was thrown into his sleeve. At this moment, a series of Buddhist beads were wrapped around his right finger.

"Candle fire is light, fluorescent fire is light, moonlight is light, sunlight is light, water light is light, mountain light is light, and life also has light."

Master Yunmu murmured, looking at a dead white dove on the ground.

"Light is light, there is no darkness, light will never die."

Buzz!

The white dove's wound was restored, and it stood up from the pool of blood, shook its wings, and its spirit remained.

Master Yunmu was waving his sleeves again.

This seemingly simple sleeve brush contains extremely terrible mystery, which are performed by twelve white doves.

The white dove suddenly flew towards Lu Feng, each of which was as holy as an angel. Their wings gently flapped, and in an instant, countless lights were swept into it, forming sharp swords of light.

The sword was extremely fast, and Lu Feng had only had time to move half a step horizontally, and in the end he could only use light to match the light.

He used his hands to display three Buddha lights, and each Buddha light had the shadow of the Buddha.

"The sword opens the Buddha's light!"

The air was shaking violently, and the fountain next to it seemed to explode at any time.

Lu Feng clenched his teeth tightly, and the opponent's light was too fierce and his sharpness was extremely sharp.

His knuckles turned white and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

In fact, he is not at the peak now, because he has used demon fire before fighting with the Bailian Demon Lord and the Luo Wudi Venerable.

However, this attack finally blocked it.

"The sword opens the Buddha's light, this is the sword technique of the Buddha sect..." Master Yunmu was surprised, but then he figured it out.
Chapter completed!