While casting the Rejuvenation Mantra and the Pure Heart Mantra, Fakong observed the martial arts of the Jinghui Sect, and could clearly see the inside and outside.
The Jinghui Sect's mental method is not one. Judging from these thirty-six people, there is a total of one inherited mental method.
They all follow the path of combining hardness and softness, their mental skills are mysterious and subtle, and they control the body freely and delicately. Under normal circumstances, Fa Xuan and the others have no resistance.
In front of the masters of Jinghui Sect, Faxuan and the others would appear slow and clumsy, like a bear facing a nimble leopard.
The reaction of the bear is actually very fast. It may seem bulky but is actually very sensitive, but the reaction of the leopard is even better.
Therefore, Fa Xuan and the other twelve are always in a passive state of being beaten, and they cannot survive because of the power of the Pure Heart Mantra and the Rejuvenation Mantra.
The Purifying Mantra made their reactions sharper and faster, and the Rejuvenating Mantra made them full of vitality. Their bodies were repaired while being injured. Of course, the speed of recovery was far slower than the speed of the injury. But under the vitality, they
Their energy is exhausted, and it's not just them who are injured.
"Senior brother?" Faning came to him lightly and silently, seeing that Kong had been doing the mudras without stopping, and was very curious.
Fa Kong said softly: "Let's go to the peak and have a look."
Faning was startled.
Fakong said: "There are experts from the Purity Sect, let them pass too."
"...Okay." Faning nodded solemnly.
He turned around and swept across the lake, awakening the four people who were sleeping, and led them out of the Medicine Valley silently, along the mountain peak to the top of King Kong Peak, where they saw a tragic scene.
Above the glacier, a bright moon hung in the night sky, as bright and flawless as an ice wheel.
The clear light spreads all over the snow-capped mountains, and the peaks are holy and quiet.
Under the hazy and cold moonlight, dozens of people were fighting silently on the sloping ice.
Thirty-six people on one side were all covered in white robes, with only a pair of eyes exposed, their gazes as cold as lightning.
There were twelve people on one side, their gray monk robes clinging tightly to their bodies, exposing their knotted muscles.
On such an extremely steep ice surface, normal people would not be able to stand firmly and would just slide down. Not only did they not slip, but they could move forward and back freely, as nimbly as if they were on flat ground.
All of them were moving very fast, advancing and retreating suddenly, sprinting fiercely, and then stopped suddenly. The changes in movement and stillness were sudden and complete, making people dizzy and nauseated.
As soon as Xu Qingluo and the other five stepped onto the summit, their eyes were first attracted by the crowd, and then they noticed blood splattered on the ice where they were.
The faint fishy smell was blown in front of their noses by gusts of strong wind, and then blew away without a trace. The fishy smell was mixed with a dull crashing sound.
Fa Ning joined forces and silently chanted the Buddha's name. Unexpectedly, Fa Xuan and the others gritted their teeth and held on without asking for help.
There are so many masters in the temple, why bother to support yourself?
Xu Qingluo unsheathed her sword and chuckled: "Interesting! Form an formation or fight alone?"
Chu Ling said: "It's fun to fight alone, but it's boring to form a formation!"
The thirty-six white-robed human beings have extraordinary magical powers, but they are not enough in their eyes.
They are all people who have taken Tianyun Fruit, and their speed has exceeded the limit of human beings, making their light kung fu far superior to the masters of the world.
"Then let's fight alone!" Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "Uncle, let's take action, just kill him?"
"You can kill him," Faning said, "be careful."
"Yes." Xu Qingluo laughed crisply and slid down silently, like a wisp of smoke getting into the crowd.
"Let's go!" Zhou Yang shouted, drew his sword and rushed down, sweeping away like a gust of wind.
Zhou Yu shook his head and looked at Chu Ling with a smile.
Chu Ling pulled out the long sword that was like a clear spring and shook it gently.
The blade of the sword shook lightly and made a buzzing sound, and the cold light expanded.
The slender fingers of her left hand formed a sword formula, and she gently rubbed it from the hilt to the tip of the sword.
The cold breath penetrated from the onion-like fingertips into her wrists, into her shoulders and then into her heart.
A beating heart suddenly slows down, beating slower and slower, the spirit enters a state of silence, and everything becomes clear.
"Let's go." Chu Ling stared solemnly at the field and said softly.
The figure flashed, suddenly to the left, suddenly to the right, changing unpredictably, and got into the fighting crowd.
Zhou Yu saw that they had all gone down and looked at Faning: "Senior Brother Faning, I'm going too."
"Amitabha." Faning said softly: "Kill if you must."
"Understood." Zhou Yu nodded lightly, tapped his toes, and fluttered like catkins toward the fighting crowd. He seemed to be leisurely, but he got into the crowd almost at the same time as Chu Ling.
Their appearance instantly changed the situation on the field.
The thirty-six men in white robes were faster, more dexterous, and could advance and retreat more freely, overwhelming Fa Xuan and the twelve monks with their hands and feet bound, but Xu Qingluo and the others were faster and more dexterous than the thirty-six white robes.
The sword light of the four of them was as clear as water, and it passed through each throat lightly, disappearing in a flash, taking away one person's life.
As soon as they took action, eight people in white robes fell down holding their throats, and the situation changed drastically in an instant.
The twenty-eight white robes wanted to focus on attacking the four people, but the four people happened to be scattered around, each occupying a position.
They didn't form a sword formation, but they had unintentionally occupied the four directions of the sword formation. If they shrank inward, they could form a sword formation. If they spread the distance between them, it would not be a sword formation.
Before the twenty-eight white robes could be gathered together, only twenty were left.
This stimulated the momentum of Fuxuan and the other twelve monks to increase greatly. They became more and more energetic, regardless of their own safety, and their moves were faster and their angles became more tricky.
Xu Qingluo and the others changed positions, the distance between them became closer and longer. During this change, eight more white-robed people were taken away.
Fan Ning did not take action, standing aside ready to rescue at any time. Seeing this situation, he breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly shocked at the same time.
He knew that the four of them, Xu Qingluo, were all geniuses. Even though his disciple Zhou Yang was the weakest, he was still a rare genius and had advanced very quickly.
But I never expected that their swordsmanship had reached such a level and that they could kill people so easily.
Each of the thirty-six white robes had amazing martial arts and amazing body skills, but in front of Xu Qingluo and the others, they were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, unable to catch even three moves.
"Withdraw!" Xu Qingluo suddenly shouted.
As she spoke, she flicked her sleeves, entangled Monk Faxuan and the other two monks, and fluttered back.
As soon as she made the move, Zhou Yu, Zhou Yang and Chu Ling immediately followed suit, using their scabbards or long swords to knock the surrounding monks of the Vajra Temple away.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The muffled sound was like spring thunder coming from the horizon.
Twelve men in white robes turned into twelve masses of red mist and instantly swept across a ten-foot radius. The entire ten-foot radius was shrouded in red mist.
Xu Qingluo and the others managed to escape without being touched by the red mist.
The strong wind roared and quickly blew away the red mist. A deep pit had appeared in the place where they were fighting. It was uneven, two feet deep and one foot shallow.
The ice on King Kong Peak never melts all year round and is extremely hard. If the power of this red mist falls on them, they may not be able to survive.
Monk Faxuan was dumbfounded.
They resisted so hard, firstly because they had the confidence and the masters in the temple could come instantly, and secondly because they later had Fa Kong.
It's not that they were not afraid of death. When they saw this situation, their faces turned ugly.
After looking at it for a while, they all looked at Xu Qingluo.
Xu Qingluo was squatting on the edge of the pit, frowning and staring at the pit. The rocks were exposed below.
Zhou Yang and the other three came over.
Zhou Yang asked: "What's weird?"
Xu Qingluo frowned and stared at the rocks in the deep pit, and said slowly: "This trick of burning both jade and stone is very vicious, it is a kind of poison."
Not only is the power of the explosion tyrannical, but the power also contains poison. What's even more sinister is that there is no warning when it is used.
If I hadn't practiced the Void Fetal Breath Sutra and had a strong spirit, I might not have noticed anything strange like others.
Zhou Yu and the others all have amazing spiritual senses, but they didn't realize it in advance, which shows how vicious and cruel their tricks are.
Zhou Yu's face was pale and his bright eyes were bright.
She had lingering fears.
These men in white robes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of clouds, and it was impossible to see their thoughts and ideas.
If it hadn't been for Qingluo today, my group of people would have been in trouble, and life or death would have been decided in an instant.
Sure enough, you can't be careless at any time, and you can't rely on your wisdom and clear mind to relax. Every master is in danger.
Chu Ling and Zhou Yang didn't think anything of it.
Among the four, Xu Qingluo is the smartest and is used to following her orders. It is not unusual for her to detect danger in advance and avoid it.
Faning Heshi: "Senior Brother Faxuan..."
Monk Faxuan smiled and said: "Junior Brother Faning, is he Junior Brother Fakong, right?"
"Yes." Faning said.
Monk Faxuan shook his head: "We elders are embarrassed, and it does not help."
When Xu Qingluo and the others arrived at Medicine Valley, of course they had to go to King Kong Temple to pay homage to their seniors. All the monks had seen them and recognized them.
Not to mention that Zhou Yang is the direct descendant of Faning, Xu Qingluo is only a registered disciple, but he is also a registered disciple of Fa Kong. How can he not be impressed?
They were originally proud that they could withstand thirty-six masters of the Purity Sect, but when they saw Xu Qingluo and the others chopping melons and vegetables, one can imagine the disappointment in their hearts.
Faning smiled and said: "They have many adventures, and they have senior brothers to give them personal guidance. It is naturally different."
"Yes..." Monk Faxuan and the others sighed with emotion.
Being able to get personal guidance from Junior Brother Fakong is of course different from their situation. Moreover, Junior Brother Fakong has clairvoyance, so it is not difficult to find some adventures for his disciples.
Thinking of this, they relaxed and looked at Xu Qingluo and the others with smiles.
No matter what, we are all disciples of Kongang Temple and we are a family. If Xu Qingluo and the others are strong, then Kongang Temple is strong, which is of course a good thing.
Xu Qingluo stared at the pit, her bright eyes shining like water, scanning the pit back and forth.
Her bright eyes suddenly lit up and she waved her jade hand.
A silver needle flew up from the deep pit, floated in front of her, and fell lightly into her delicate hand.
She smiled brightly.
As the red mist disappeared, everything disappeared. The thirty-six men in white robes seemed to have never appeared, and nothing was left behind.
She finally found the silver needle.
Holding the silver needle, she straightened up with great satisfaction and said with a sweet smile: "Masters, you have worked hard, I will take my leave now."
"Nephew Qingluo, feel free to go." The monks of Fuxuan said with a smile.
Zhou Yu and the others got along well, and followed Xu Qingluo as they fluttered down the Diamond Peak, back to the Medicine Valley, passed over the lake, landed in the small pavilion, and came to Fakong.
"Master." Xu Qingluo handed over the silver needle with a smile.
Fakong's purple and gold cassock was fluttering, and he took the silver needle calmly and calmly.