The rock flew away, and where he passed, the monk reappeared, almost still in his original position.
Disappeared out of thin air and reappeared in the same place.
Such a method is really outrageous, the key is to have a sword pierce the body.
He looked down at his abdomen, clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddha's name, looked up at the back of the rock, his eyebrows slowly raised, and his body disappeared again.
I have been so angry that I can't describe it.
To be injured like this by such an ant is something unimaginable.
I can't stand this tone.
"Amitabha! Donor! You can't run away!"
The monk appeared again, but he no longer dared to show off.
Not only did he face the rock as soon as he appeared, he also quickly solidified and stared at the rock with all his vigilance.
The blood in his abdomen was gurgling like water, but he couldn't care less.
I have to get rid of the rock to save face and maintain the reputation of the Buddhist world.
There will come one who will arise because of him and will be destroyed because of him.
Dependent origination and cessation are all one person.
If you don't kill the rock, you won't be able to regain your face.
The rock ignored him and kept running forward, waiting with the sword in his hand bent at the elbow.
Killing intent permeates the air.
It depends on whether you dare to stop him, keep your eyes on the monk, and swing your sword at any time.
"Amitabha! Donor, stay."
The monk clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. His body did not move but moved horizontally and backward.
Shi Yan's eyes widened, and he stabbed out the sword in his hand, taking two quick steps with his feet.
The stabbing sword is completed in one go and flows smoothly.
But it is no longer useful.
The monk exhaled and sucked in his chest, and the people floated backwards, but none of them escaped.
He watched as the sword pierced out of the rock stopped an inch from the monk's chest.
But even if it was only an inch, the rock could not catch up no matter how hard it tried.
An inch like that is always an inch.
It seems that there is a chasm between the sky and the sword, no matter how hard it is, there is no way to cross it.
Bravo!
Rock had to admit in his heart that his opponent was too powerful.
I tried several times to increase the speed by not believing in evil, but it just fell short.
The monks treated each other coldly and curled their lips incessantly, just to regain face for the Buddhist world.
Sharpen your opponent's spirit.
Rock looked at his arrogant look, sneered, and suddenly made a wrong step.
Turned around and went to the other side.
I won’t play with you anymore, what can you do?
You still have to rush over here for me.
I am waiting for you to work, I am waiting for you to come, why should I chase you?
The monk was stunned and quickly stood up, looking at the distant rock and scratching his head. He was also dumbfounded by the rock.
I had to rush over obediently.
"Amitabha! Donor, you can't run away."
The monk chanted the Buddha's name, and his figure became blurry, and it seemed that he was blocking the front of the rock again.
He slowed down at the foot of the rock, deliberately changing the direction and turning around to go elsewhere.
When the monk appeared, he was a little annoyed when he found that he was not blocked in front of the rock.
"Amitabha……"
The Buddha's name was recited hurriedly and the person disappeared quickly, which showed that anger was burning in his heart.
Rock sneered, no longer changing direction, but staring ahead.
Estimating where the monk might appear.
My feet deliberately slowed down a little again.
As soon as the monk appeared, he immediately turned in one direction, as if he was deliberately passing by.
This kind of teasing can make the monk very angry.
The solid figure looked at the back of the rock that almost passed by as it ran away, and chanted the Buddha's name to suppress the rioting mood.
I'm really going crazy.
"Amitabha"
Gritting your teeth!
Wuming was so angry that it was simply a shame. Every time he chanted the Buddha's name, he could feel his teeth grinding.
It is conceivable that the monk's mind was already confused at this moment.
He clasped his hands and shook his head, quickly disappeared, and then quickly appeared in front of the rock.
It's so close that it's as if you're afraid of turning around the rocks.
"Hey! Why bother? If you have to seek death, I will help you."
The long sword in the rock's hand slashes horizontally to increase the effect.
The monk hurriedly hid, but the rock ignored him and tried to run away again.
This made the monk very angry.
He turned sideways and blocked himself in front of the rock again.
Pushing it out with one palm, golden light shines brightly on the palm.
It looked like he was trying his best to stop the rock.
Rock sneered, but quickly backed away, putting down Lei Shiwu and protecting him behind him.
Seeing the monk's angry expression, he sneered in his heart.
When I looked back at Lei Shiwu, I looked at him affectionately twice. Only he knew what it meant.
Lei Shiwu stood still, shaky. After all, he had not recovered yet, and his body was still dripping with blood.
Swish
As Rock waved his hand, a long sword was held in his hand.
The monk took a step back, his eyes flickered, and he stared at the sword in the rock's hand to make sure it was not a bone drawing, and then stood still.
"It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words. Come on, I'll take you on your way!"
The rocky lala walked towards the monk step by step.
However, under this calm appearance, the Swallowing Mystic Art was running wildly again, and a body of spiritual power slowly gathered in his hands.
Closer, closer still.
Rock muttered secretly in his heart, his eyes calm as before.
It's a pity that I can't calm down.
I tried hard to hide it but couldn't.
Under the crazy operation of spiritual power, it collided with the muscles and veins. He was already seriously injured, but now he was even worse.
Puff puff
I couldn't hold back a mouthful of blood, so it squirted out a little.
If he tried to hold it back again, he would spurt out several mouthfuls of blood.
How terrible!
Adding insult to injury!
Injury upon injury.
The injuries he sustained from using his sword and spells have not yet recovered.
Now I was injured again.
Unable to hold back, he spurted two more mouthfuls of blood.
But Shi Yan's eyes were calm and he did not stop.
He knew he couldn't stop and couldn't stop.
Now that it has been moved, we must deal with this monk completely.
"Amitabha, donor, stop it! My Buddha is so good at living, how about surrendering to me?"
The monk clasped his hands together and blocked the way to the rock, not looking worried at all.
Instead, he persuaded Shi Yan to join Buddhism.
The so-called surrender is to capture the rock and rectify the power of Buddhism.
He had already seen that the rock was not painted with bones. As long as it wasn't the sword, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Even if there is any plan, what else can be done?
Playing once is enough, I won't give you a second chance.
Who is he? After all, he is a somewhat famous person in the Buddhist world and will not make the same mistake twice.
The rock remained silent, but the man rushed forward.
The union of man and sword is the prelude to the strongest sword power.
Too fast, the Piaomiao Immortal Clothes unfolded to the extreme!
Fast! Faster! This is what the rock wants.
He understands that he must be quick to deal with such people!
Getting better and better, the faster the better the chances.
The monk shook his head. He was also looking at the rocks, and he still had good eyesight.
The combination of the man and the sword on the rock was truly remarkable, but in his opinion, it was just like that.
A little bit better than ordinary people.
But what's the use?
An ant that can swing a branch is still an ant.
Such an opponent made him lose all interest.
If I hadn't been annoyed by the rock's opportunism, I wouldn't have gotten so close.
I have seen many masters like him, but without exception, they were all defeated by him.
A strong person has a strong hand, and he must be measured in his actions.
This person doesn’t understand!
If you don't use a good divine sword, but use rotten iron pieces, how much power can it exert?
If it had been that sword, I would have run away now, and I would never dare to touch it head-on.
But that's not this person's strength, it's not this person's greatness.
But that sword is powerful, and that sword gives people power.
This sword, plus this person.
cut!
Disdain occupies an absolute place in my heart.
"Hey! What a pity! Amitabha."
The monk clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and even closed his eyes no longer looking at the rocks.
Be prepared to take down the rock with one blow.
Such a master can know everything just by relying on the wind.
coming.
The rock spurted blood, but it still didn't stop.
Is it just the combination of man and sword?
No, how is that possible!
To deal with such a master, just use this long sword in your hand.
It's really a piece of shit.
Just to use one move to unite man and sword, why is it like this?
The real killer move is at the end.
When the sword comes out, it will follow.
It was originally impossible to use it again, but in extraordinary times, the rock felt that it must be used.
Only by fighting quickly can you escape the pursuers from behind.
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The thrusting sword suddenly changed, and the dazzling sword light enveloped the monk in an instant.
But the monk, who closed his eyes and waited, didn't notice anything.
"Amitabha!"
When the Buddha chanted, the monk had not yet felt the change in the rock sword.
He stretched out his hand to catch the rock's sword.
Suddenly I felt danger.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
Where is the time?
"ah!……"
A cry of surprise, never imagined that such a thing would happen!
It's too late to run away.
The outstretched hand was splashing inch by inch, and it was rapidly increasing towards him.
Without moving, he disappeared in the dazzling sword light.
Looking at Yu Yixiao and Tuo Erye from a distance, no one felt inappropriate. It was normal for the monk to disappear.
The more I see him, the more he will appear again.
The dazzling sword light only lasted for a moment, and no one of them noticed it while they were running.
There was such a powerful monk blocking the way.
He could be run away by that person again and again!