"Amitabha, this little friend's Vajra Palm is quite powerful. If I didn't know you well, I would really think that I have been practicing the palm technique for several years."
Feng Yu cupped his fists and saluted, bending down slightly, "I can't compare to my seniors. My martial arts skills are unfathomable. That palm strike just now is really nothing compared to a big one."
"However, upon closer inspection, my friend's set of powerful Vajra Palms seems to be different from Buddhist martial arts. Could it be that he is looking for another method?"
Feng Yu did not answer directly, but changed the subject and said: "Senior, I have not been able to find the Dharma and the supreme secret that you asked me to search for. This is the only thing I have gained in the cave these days."
"Oh, in that case, the poor monk can only be rude."
Lao Huang glanced at Feng Yu, and then at the Wu Xin monk who was about to take action. He seemed to know something, so he simply didn't care about anything. He found a shady place to sit down and watched the show by himself. Just in time, he also wanted to
I know there are some changes in Feng Yu, but after this trip, I always feel a little more ethereal.
Monk Wuxin stood there, but when he opened his eyes again, he had disappeared. Feng Yu turned around, and he was already standing in front of the waterfall floating in the air.
"Amitabha."
A big hand suppressed from the sky, trying to wipe out Feng Yu.
Feng Yu rose into the air and launched several kick moves in succession, attacking the palm print with streaks of golden light. After an instant, he kicked out again, with many changes back and forth, and a series of active attacks, but they only tickled the big hand and dissipated in the blink of an eye.
, leaving no trace at all.
Lao Huang looked at the somewhat awkward leg technique and murmured in a low voice: "Why does it look a bit like Shaolin's shadow-following leg? But it doesn't seem to be the case. What kind of martial arts does this kid practice?"
The big palm fell, and the stream was blasted with water splashes several feet high. Feng Yu used Tian Luo Bu to escape the attack range. But he did not give up, but jumped into the air, and with the help of the cover brought by the water splash, hundreds of palm power
Suddenly he burst out and went straight towards Monk Wu Xin.
There was no one in front of the old monk. With just a wave of his sleeves, the countless golden lights were completely blown away. Feng Yu was also hit directly back into the water by the force, splashing a bank of water.
Splash.
After struggling to swim ashore, Feng Yu spit out a big mouthful. His whole body was dripping wet, and the tips of his hair stuck to his cheeks. He felt so miserable.
Is this the true peak strength of Dongxuan? I am not even qualified to connect a single move!
"Amitabha, please continue."
Feng Yu threw his sword, and the Yun Shui Sword flew towards Wu Xin, but was blocked by a transparent barrier and was knocked back. Feng Yu jumped up again and caught the Yun Shui Sword. The Bodhidharma Sword Technique on the wall
Every sword came out with a sharp sword energy, but the sword no longer had Buddha's light, but Feng Yu's own pale golden color.
During these fourteen days, Feng Yu had engraved everything on the stone wall in his mind. Among the many martial arts, only Bodhidharma's sword technique was the most proficient, because he was a swordsman himself, and his sword power was the most proficient.
Under this, learning sword moves is easier with half the effort, but it also brings more of one's own swordsmanship, which is less like Bodhidharma's swordsmanship than other stunts.
Monk Wuxin did not directly kill him with one strike. Faced with the Bodhidharma sword technique, he started swimming with interest. The two of them passed through the waterfall and arrived at the cave.
The tyrannical sword energy split open the stone platform and destroyed the lotus flowers. The two of them went back and forth to dismantle them with dozens of moves. Even the calligraphy and paintings on the stone wall were almost destroyed. It was almost impossible to see clearly the descriptions on it.
something.
Old Huang's eyes seemed to be able to see through. He sat under the shade of the tree and smacked his lips, admiring the one-sided fight.
"Tsk, tsk, it's really interesting. This old monk is actually reluctant to do it."
In the duel between Wu Xin and Feng Yu, he naturally did not deliberately give in because of Feng Yu's talent. It was just that in this swordsmanship, he seemed to have seen everything Feng Yu had experienced these days, and wanted to see it step by step.
thorough.
No matter how good Feng Yu is at swordsmanship, in the face of absolute strength, it's just a slap in the face. This swordsmanship will always be exhausted, and after it's over, it won't be able to keep up with anything else.
Start all over again?
He didn't want to do this, because there was only one result, and he probably wouldn't survive the next second.
Once the family's sword skills were used, Feng Yu's strength inadvertently improved by several levels. Facing Feng Yu who finally used his special skills, monk Wu Xin had an even more surprise in his eyes, because this sword intention was
The sword intention of using Bodhidharma's sword technique just now is not different at all.
"My little friend has actually combined his martial arts attainments with the records in this cave. No wonder I couldn't see clearly just now."
"Senior just got stuck in his thoughts for a moment and couldn't get out right away."
The two of them fought from the cave to the outside. The water from the waterfall flew everywhere, like fried fish.
"Shuangyong goes to sea!"
The sword energy surged, and two blue dragon figures circled out. The area dozens of feet in front of Feng Yu was enveloped by this green sword energy, which was many times stronger than the sword energy of Bodhidharma just now.
Facing the blue dragon with its bloody mouth open, Monk Wuxin simply said, "Buddha said, one flower, one world."
In his mouth, it was just a very peaceful sentence, but when it came out, it was completely different.
An ordinary sentence, with the power of thunder, the extremely thick zhenqi exploded instantly. The blue sword energy that originally filled the sky was suddenly suppressed.
No, it's not suppression, but it will be dissipated invisible when touched by the true energy!
"This old monk has actually mastered the lion's roar skill to this level. It's really scary!"
Seeing that Feng Yu was about to be completely crushed into powder by the lion's roar skill, even the Vajra body released in that instant could not hold on for even half a breath.
Lao Huang finally took action!
The infusing energy on the walking stick was thrown out, and it stopped steadily one foot in front of Feng Yu. The majestic infuriating energy spread out, forming a red infuriating barrier in front of each person and the stick.
Two extremely powerful forces suddenly collided together. The sky changed color, the river flowed backwards, and the clouds drooped, attracting the attention of many martial arts masters around Luoye City.
Which two seniors are testing their skills? It's probably a battle between the best in the world.
Lao Huang hugged Feng Yu, who had already been knocked unconscious, and fell to the ground, looking at the Wuxin monk floating in the air with displeasure.
"Old monk, you seem to have crossed the line."
"He knows too much. The poor monk doesn't want anyone to know before he takes revenge."
"Revenge? You can't reach that level, so you want to take revenge? What a fool's errand!"
"Originally, the poor monk really planned to die of old age in this mountain stream, but it's different now. This little friend's understanding of martial arts has given me a little more feeling. Even if I can't break through, I still have to try in seclusion."
"Oh, since he helped you, but you want to kill him in turn, is this your Buddha?"
Monk Wuxin had an expressionless face. He didn't want to talk nonsense with Lao Huang. In other words, he never talked nonsense with anyone in the world. He just wanted to avenge his brother.
"The poor monk's name is unintentional. If the Buddha does not help me, I will become a demon."
"You~!"
Seeing the hard-hearted and ruthless old man in front of him, Lao Huang had already guessed that no matter whether Feng Yu could answer his questions or not, he would take him away, otherwise how could he have the face to see his parents.
At this time, the officers and soldiers from the army outside the mountain stream gathered at the gate of Wuxin Temple, clamoring for people. The number of people was so large that the young monks could no longer hold it.
"Master! Master! Oh no, Xixia officers and soldiers surrounded Wuxin Temple. They said they wanted to capture the prisoners and they have already rushed in!"
Monk Wuxin didn't seem to hear him. He was already gathering his strength to kill Feng Yu, and everything else had nothing to do with him.
"Hahaha, old monk, let me tell you another news. You must be very happy for me. I left Qingzhou and walked around for a while, and went to Shangguan's house in Jiangnan. Do you know what I found? The relic of your lewd brother!
"
These words completely stimulated Monk Wuxin. His eyes were red, and there were faint signs of being possessed. When he clasped his hands together, the strange red color became more and more obvious, and the strong murderous aura completely spread to the entire world here.
Lao Huang carried Feng Yu on his back, picked up the Yunshui soft sword, and used all his strength to break through the killing intent that was so terrifying that it made people vomit. In the gray sky, looking up at the nine heavens, there was actually a deep cut.
Deep chasm.
Some of the ancestors in retreat were also awakened by this sword.
This sword is enough to make warriors all over the world bow their heads!
Lao Huang fled far away with Feng Yu, and even broke open half of the Wuxin Temple with one palm, allowing the stunned officers and soldiers to see the existence of Monk Wuxin and Tianqi.
However, before leaving, he still left a message in Wu Xin's ear: "I, Huang Quan Wentian, have promised that I will do it, and that deal will always be valid!"
Monk Wuxin did not catch up. He looked at the ant-like officers and soldiers below, and his murderous intent filled the air again.
No one knows that there is a small temple in this mountain stream. On this day, the streams left in the mountain stream are all red. On this day, there is not a single living person among the ruins. On this day, the rivers and lakes of Xixia are all looking at a common thing.
A direction that suddenly took their breath away.
Several unknown people visited the place and all went to the same place.
Monk Wuxin has not been heard from since. For a long time, he completely disappeared from sight, and even his hidden identity and location could not be found.
Old Huang took Feng Yu and ran for who knows how far. Knowing that he had not caught up with him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and took a rest. He knew in his heart that if a fight really broke out, the murderous intention of the old monk Wu Xin would rise, and the two of them would be killed.
It's hard to tell the winner. At least, Feng Yu is bound to die.
Lao Huang looked at Feng Yu who was lying on the ground and smiled: "The talent is indeed evil, but he looks like his mother. Who said he looks like his father? He really has no sense! Bah!"