When the two fought again, Xia Xuanyuan also used his hand as a sword. What's the point of being called the swordsman in white without a sword?
As soon as the sword intention came out, both sides immediately saw each other. But Shaolin is not a small sect, and its seventy-two stunts are astonishing to the world. I saw Huiwu's index finger and ring finger connecting, and a burst of energy suddenly hit the middle finger.
The air-piercing power was no less powerful than the overbearing sword energy. Xia Xuanyuan took a few steps back. Two sword beams swayed from top to bottom, and crossed to meet the energy. The explosion of the energy made the surrounding monks retreat.
Half step.
"What an amazing fingering skill!"
"The Sword Immortal in White, suppressed the poor monk without using his sword and was unable to escape. The Wuxiang Tribulation Finger could not support him for more than a moment."
"Master, you're welcome. Shaolin's seventy-two stunts are really extraordinary. Today it's Xia who asks for advice."
Huiwu didn't waste any time. His right hand took on the shape of an orchid, and two Buddhist beads appeared in it, flying out at lightning speed. Xia Xuanyuan stood in the air, without any hard contact, and everyone saw the beads penetrate the wall and explode.
The tree trunk has disappeared.
When Xia Xuanyuan turned around, Hui Wu also flew into the sky, with all five fingers raised, but they were not used at the same time. It was the flower finger followed by the Maha finger technique, which came menacingly.
Xia Xuanyuan struck out with a palm, the light of the Thunder God's Palm leaned towards the darkness, and Shaolin's stunts shone brighter. Under the conflict between the two, everyone was really a little dizzy. There was a sound when he landed, and the two rows of footprints showed that he had suffered a lot.
The two looked at each other without saying a word. Abbot Huide's feet made unknown movements and suddenly appeared in front of Hui Wu.
"Amitabha, that's very good. In this third scene, I will personally teach the Master Xia's Flawless Sword Technique."
Xia Xuanyuan's eyes were a little more solemn than before. This man could send and receive freely, his breathing was long, and his cultivation level was definitely higher than the two of them. The movements of his feet were unpredictable. Could it be the great movement technique among Shaolin's stunts?
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"Master Abbot, please."
"Donor Xia, I'm offended."
His hands were turned into claws and his figure was very agile. Most people present had difficulty seeing Abbot Huide's movements clearly. Jue Ming also narrowed his eyes and almost failed to keep up.
Although it is a competition and competition, the internal strength and body skills cannot be faked. This monk is so good, no wonder he is the abbot.
The dragon's claw hand was strong and powerful, and it came menacingly. Xia Xuanyuan did not retreat, but kept his hands heavy and hidden, and faced off head-on. Both of them were constantly consuming each other's energy.
"One flower, one world, one leaf, one bodhi." Apart from Xu Qinglian's Tianluo Bu, the Great Movement Movement is really hard to find an opponent in. You can advance, attack, retreat, or defend. Such long-term consumption is very harmful to your internal strength.
Consider. Now it seems that what Abbot Huide is practicing is the Bodhicitta method. Bodhisattva postures, careless flowers and trees, Buddha is born from the heart, and Buddhism has no end.
If two levels of strength are not enough, then three levels, four levels, until you can match it.
For a period of time, the two of them had to go back and forth, and no matter how thoughtful they were, they knew that Xia Xuanyuan did not deliberately give in to each other this time. Of course, having fought two times in a row, his weak physical strength was also one of the reasons.
Finally, the God of Thunder palm and the powerful Vajra palm complemented each other. One purple and one gold were bright and dazzling, the air was squeezed, and two cracks were left on the ground. They went straight to the feet of the two of them before they could stabilize themselves.
Between heaven and earth, there was a loud sword cry, and the iron sword Feng Yu was carrying in the tent at the foot of the mountain came in response and hovered in the sky.
When everyone heard the sound, they raised their heads and looked at the sky. The iron sword, which was as small as an ant, was particularly powerful at this moment. It roared and flew straight down, holding it firmly.
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In the hands of Xia Xuanyuan.
"As expected of a swordsman, he has great skills."
"It's funny."
Abbot Huide made a move with an ordinary sword in his hand. Both of them looked at each other's sword, but Abbot Huide nodded, knowing that he had lost.
You have already lost the moment you hold the sword in your hand. This is a feeling and the truth of the sword.
"Amitabha, please."
Xia Xuanyuan swept across with his sword, and the green sword light surged out, like the tide rolling in in summer on the river, out of control.
Abbot Huide was not unable to take this casual sword attack. The two swords were in three zones, and the sword blades faced each other. In an instant, more than a dozen moves had been made.
"Dharma's swordsmanship is well-deserved."
"Donor Xia's sword is the real sword. I am convinced. As a final move, you and I should stop fighting."
"Okay, sword up!"
The words "Jian Qi" were shocked in their hearts, and the eminent monks far away in the back mountain also heard this cry. Even Feng Yu in his dream seemed to have felt something, and his brows trembled.
The long sword flew up into the sky and disappeared into the world of vision, but in the blink of an eye, cold light appeared in the sky, and the shadows of thousands of swords appeared out of thin air. Each one told his tyranny, each one showed his pride. They
I am proving to the world that I have a sword that can conquer the world!
Several people who were rushing up the mountain stopped when they saw this incredible scene above their heads.
"What a terrifying sword energy!"
"I suddenly felt that everything around me was a sword, and I was completely enveloped by the sword's will."
"Such a strong man should be him. It seems that they are already in the Shaolin Temple. Let's hurry up and hope it's not too late."
"Amitabha"
In response to the Buddha's name, Abbot Huide threw away the long sword in his hand. His originally thin body suddenly enlarged, golden light suddenly appeared, and layers of golden Buddha power surged out of him. The whole person was like an Arhat descending to earth, making people feel
I can't help but have the urge to worship.
"This is the ultimate in the indestructible power of the Vajra, the Vajra Body!"
What Feng Yu got was the remaining trace of power. Master Fangzhang had not yet achieved great success, but he already had Buddhist insights, and his power far exceeded the ordinary Vajra Indestructible Magic.
Xia Xuanyuan pointed his finger down, and thousands of sword shadows fell down in the blue sky one after another. They were quite similar to the sword that rescued Feng Yu outside Jinling City. They all belonged to the power of heaven and earth.
Everyone stayed far away from the two competing men, not daring to get any closer. The abbot Bodhidharma also gathered their strength to resist the sword, because it was impossible for the abbot to take it.
The Buddha's light soared, and the Arhat Buddha statue looked up at the sky, feeling compassion for the sword's intention.
The endless sword shadows were constantly bombarding the Arhat, and the clanging sound was heard. The friction should have been harsh, but no one was afraid, but they tried their best to listen.
When Lu Jinyan and others arrived at the front yard, they saw this astonishing scene taking place and could not speak for a long time.
Abbot Huide's clasped palms trembled slightly, and the Arhat Buddha statue seemed to become a little depressed. The golden light began to dim, but the sword was still sharp. With a groan, Abbot Huide took a step back, and a little red flowed from the corner of his mouth. The Buddha statue
It began to shatter and disappear, and the cyan sword energy stabilized at one end.
Xia Xuanyuan does not feel like a winner, because he has not tried his best so far. He knows what these monks mean, and they want to end things.
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When the mental power and sword power dissipated, the power of the remaining sword shadow also became much weaker, and it seemed to have no form or spirit.
However, Abbot Huide couldn't hold on anymore. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and took several steps back. He was held up by several junior brothers so that he didn't fall down.
At this moment, a dragon's cry came from the back mountain. The dragon's roar resounded in the ears, and the golden air waves swirled and flew. It was not in the shape of a dragon, but it was more oppressive than a dragon.
Xia Xuanyuan opened his eyes wide and stared at the energy.
"Dragon Catcher! There is actually an eminent monk who can spontaneously control this Dragon Catcher!"
Jue Ming also walked to his side and watched as the energy swept away the sword shadow in the sky without a trace.
"The dragon-capturing hand is said to be able to control the air for hundreds of miles. Although it may not be extremely lethal, it is definitely a peerless martial art that is difficult to understand. Today is really an eye-opener."
Everything disappeared, and the voice of a famous old monk came from a distance: "Amitabha, monks are merciful. How long has it been to repay injustice? Today is a conclusion. Donor Xia, His Royal Highness King Huai's injury comes from his state of mind. My Shaolin predecessors said
Shaolin is willing to bear the consequences of the evil he has committed, but it will take some time to completely eliminate this life-threatening Sanskrit sound."
Xia Xuanyuan knew what he meant. He looked towards the back mountain, but his heart also drifted to Shaolin decades ago and Xizhou twenty years ago.
That year, the Xia family was wiped out. Shaolin, as the most respected martial arts school in the world, had a lot of people come out of it, including the three just now.
That year, his father broke into Shaolin without permission and destroyed half of the Bodhidharma Academy due to personal matters.
That year, Shaolin disciples stepped forward to save the child, who was not yet one month old, and left a bloodline to the Xia family.
Xia Xuanyuan opened his white robe, knelt down on his knees, and made a sound when he landed.
"Back then, my father misunderstood Shaolin because of my mother and made a big mistake. He is deceased and I, as the son, am willing to be punished. Twenty years ago, as the head of the family, when I made that decision, I should have thought of what would happen.
This is the ending. In line with the compassion of helping the common people, Shaolin killed countless disciples of my Xia family without knowing it. Master Xuankong left my son’s bloodline and he is also a great virtue. Today he saved my son’s life. Please accept Xia Xuanyuan’s advice.
Pay homage!"
Seeing Xia Xuanyuan bowing to Shaolin, the weak Abbot Huide stood up and knelt down to him.
"Shaolin and the Xia family originally had a grudge against each other, but it is not irreversible. We have killed countless people, even for the common people of the Tang Dynasty, and our sins are heavy. Today, I wanted to completely end the hatred between the two families, but this incident of the Xia benefactor was an accident. I am dead.
As the abbot, I kneel down and apologize to the Xia family on behalf of the Shaolin disciples!"
Xia Xuanyuan stood up, turned and left without looking at the monks again.
"Xia has something important to attend to. I'm leaving now. I'll leave my son to all the eminent monks."
"Donors don't have to worry about things that are within my scope. Donor Xia is too murderous. I'm afraid he won't be able to reach heaven. I hope he can do it on his own."
"More master reminders."
Jue Ming looked at these identical monks and felt very bored, so he turned around and left.
"Brother Xia, I'll accompany you! That kid stays in Shaolin, no one can hurt him!"
Lu Jinyan and others were a little shocked when they saw the two sides stop and heard such secrets.
Suddenly, Gu Feng and Ling Yu stopped in front of Lu Jinyan.
"What do you do?"
"The general is an official, but we are not members of the imperial court. We only follow the orders of your lord. Although you two know each other, in this situation, we can only wrong the general."