He walked along the path in the center of the town, looking at every house carefully until he reached a temple at the end.
This hall is very large, covering hundreds of square meters. It is very bright inside, with hundreds of burning candles placed on the ground in the center of the hall.
There seems to be a huge Buddhist altar at the end, but there is nothing on it.
Other than that, there's nothing else here.
Yu Xiaolong turned around and left helplessly. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped. He always felt that there was something wrong with these candles.
The seemingly chaotic hundreds of candles seem to have some order.
He flew up and floated in the air, looking carefully, it seemed to be a Bagua pattern!
Taking a closer look, it seemed like something was wrong again.
This is a wrong Bagua chart. Although hundreds of candles are arranged into their own graphics, the order is not right!
Could this be the problem? Yu Xiaolong thought rapidly in his mind.
Not daring to waste too much time, Yu Xiaolong quickly arranged the candles in the order of "Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui".
When everything was completed, Yu Xiaolong quietly listened to the sounds around him, but unfortunately there was nothing, and there was no change in the hall.
Yu Xiaolong was depressed. Could it be that he was doing something unnecessary? Don't these candles mean anything?
Then I thought, since they formed the Bagua diagram in the wrong order, there must be a mystery here!
But now that the order is correct, why hasn't there been any change?
Suddenly, Yu Xiaolong thought that the current order of the candles was the innate eight-part pattern. Could it be that the correct order was the acquired eight-part pattern?
Without further ado, Yu Xiaolong quickly arranged the candles in the acquired Bagua order of "Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, Dui".
After the last one was placed, hundreds of candles suddenly began to shed a large amount of candle oil, which was abnormally large.
The water flowed to the ground and gathered in different directions. In a short time, it formed a Bagua pattern on the ground.
Yu Xiaolong was overjoyed and patiently waited for the next change.
Suddenly, there seemed to be dull footsteps coming from outside. It seemed that the sound was too loud, and the halls of the temple were shaking slightly.
Yu Xiaolong ran to the door and took a look, and saw a figure walking over from far away.
He took out the demon-slaying sword and waited for the unknown opponent.
As the other party got closer, Yu Xiaolong soon realized something was wrong.
The other person is a man, wearing gray clothes and wearing a bamboo hat to cover his face.
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What shocked Yu Xiaolong was his figure, which was more than three meters tall and unusually strong. He held a huge machete four to five meters long in his hand, and he looked as powerful as a warrior.
"Damn it, Niubi!" Yu Xiaolong couldn't help but whisper.
The man held the knife on the ground in his right hand, clenched his left hand into a fist, and stood quietly dozens of meters away, looking here.
Yu Xiaolong frowned, the opponent's momentum could make people weak in the legs.
"Who is coming!"
Even though the other party stole the show when they first met, Yu Xiaolong showed no sign of weakness. He pointed the demon-slaying sword at the other party and asked loudly.
The samurai did not speak, but breathed heavily. Two streams of rich white air came out of his nose every time, and he exuded a gloomy aura.
"Is he a mute?" Yu Xiaolong shouted loudly, but there was no response from the other party.
Yu Xiaolong was so depressed that he took out a Taoist talisman and punched it directly.
With a "pop" sound, the warrior waved his hand and knocked the Taoist Talisman away.
"Good guy, look at the sword!"
Yu Xiaolong flew up and rushed over with the demon-slaying sword.
With a "clang" sound, the opponent raised his machete to defend himself, and faced the demon-slaying sword with it. The shock made Yu Xiaolong's mouth numb and his arms sore.
He was extremely depressed, looking at the scary warrior, he waved the demon-slaying sword again and struck down.
The opponent raised the machete again, and Yu Xiaolong reached down and passed directly under the warrior's leg, making a large bloody gash on his thick ankle.
"Haha... I thought you were invulnerable!" Yu Xiaolong laughed.
As soon as he finished speaking, the samurai raised his machete and swung it down.
Yu Xiaolong did not dare to resist and quickly dodged.
Although the machete looked cumbersome, the samurai was extremely fast and struck the ground close to Yu Xiaolong's front, leaving an incision more than one meter deep on the ground.
"Damn, that's so cruel!" Yu Xiaolong was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. He was struck by such a knife and nothing was left.
He quickly stepped back, bursting out his true energy. The opponent took huge steps and rushed towards him.
The samurai raised his machete and slashed at him from above. Yu Xiaolong nimbly dodged to the side and avoided the frightening blow.
The opponent then swept over, and Yu Xiaolong jumped up and stood directly on the machete.
"Thousands of demons and swords!"
Yu Xiaolong threw it upward, and the demon-slaying sword turned into dozens of swords in the air, all of which were shot at the warriors.
Yu Xiaolong ran over quickly on the machete, fingering it in his hand and muttering in his mouth.
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The huge warrior dodged countless swords in the air and had no time to take care of the oncoming Yu Xiaolong.
"Wanyin stick!"
Yu Xiaolong held a black roller more than one meter long in his hand and stabbed it directly at the warrior's face.
As soon as the opponent turned his head, Yu Xiaolong struck the air, and with a "pop" sound, his huge palm directly grabbed Yu Xiaolong.
Dozens of demon-slaying swords hit the warriors like raindrops, leaving scars all over their bodies and bleeding constantly.
Yu Xiaolong was squeezed by the huge force and screamed, struggling hard, but to no avail.
In the face of absolute power, Yu Xiaolong's attacks were like mayflies shaking a tree.
The warrior gave Yu Xiaolong a hard squeeze and threw him to the ground.
After a scream, Yu Xiaolong made no sound and lay there quietly.
The samurai came over, raised his machete and struck it hard, and Yu Xiaolong was chopped to pieces.
"Ah! Brother Yu!"
Seeing all this on the big screen, Wan Yanfeng was shocked and shouted out.
"This...this...Xiaolong is...dead?" Zhou Kai was also extremely surprised and looked at his friends in disbelief.
"Isn't this just a competition? How can it be serious?" Zhang Xiaosheng couldn't believe his eyes.
There was silence in the auditorium, and everyone stared at the tragic death of Yu Xiaolong with wide eyes.
"Probably not. The competition did not say that Xiaolong quit after losing!" Sun Renyi said with certainty.
"What's going on?" Liu Mingqiang was also anxious.
"That's not the shadow of Xiaolong, it's the real body!" Pan Fengtan said slowly with a frown on his face.
"Indeed, I don't think it's a ghost." Ye Gufeng looked at the big screen in confusion.
"What? Then...that means...Xiao Long is really dead?" Xie Tianyun looked at several people in disbelief.
While everyone was confused, a light suddenly flashed above the warrior's head.
Yu Xiaolong's demon-slaying sword was inserted directly into the warrior's head, and Yu Xiaolong's figure gradually appeared at the end of the sword.
"Damn it! Where did it come from!" Zhou Kai was shocked.
Sun Renyi stared at it for a long time, then murmured: "Is that a phantom? I really didn't see it! Xiaolong is getting more and more powerful, and even I can't tell the real thing from the fake one."
Wan Yanfeng suddenly slumped down in her seat, took a long breath, kept stroking her chest, and kept saying, "I'm scared to death, I'm scared to death!"
The huge warrior gradually cracked open from the top of his head to his feet, and finally exploded into pieces with a "bang".