Under the spotlight of everyone, Monk Duming was determined to die and wanted to risk Xue Daoguang's life.
He took a step forward and shouted loudly. There were two whizzing sounds, and a golden claw on Du Ming's arm clawed straight towards Xue Daoguang's forehead.
Du Ming lost one arm, but his movements were still fierce and fast. When the golden claws shaped like dragon's feet were covered, five sharp claws suddenly closed together.
Xue Daoguang touched the ground with his feet and stepped back, his body as light as a swallow.
In the crowd, a Taoist priest clapped his hands and applauded, "This move is dexterous and can move forward and retreat freely, just like stepping on a ladder and walking through the clouds. It is really wonderful."
The onlookers beside him laughed and said, "Brother, do you understand?"
"Know a little bit."
The onlookers were a little surprised. Seeing that he was wearing a Taoist robe, they suspected that he was an expert who came to watch the battle from a distance. His tone also had a hint of respect: "Dare I ask who the leader is?"
"Zhengjingmen, Zhang Sanfeng."
"Disrespectful, disrespectful. People of serious sects have seats at the top. The Taoist priest condescends to come here. Does he want to have fun with the people?"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed dryly and said, "I haven't recognized the sect yet."
Du Ming was dodged by the first move, so he didn't panic, stretched out his hand to grab it, and there was a loud bang, and the energy that penetrated the tendons rushed back like a snake!
After his body circled around in a circle, the golden light became even brighter and he flew towards Xue Daoguang.
Xue Daoguang did not dodge or dodge this time. He stretched out his hand and swallowed the move forcefully.
His expression changed, and he frowned and said, "The moves are wonderful, but they have no power! Is this the Buddhist teachings of Daxiangguo Temple?"
His words sounded sarcastic, but his tone was surprisingly serious. He seemed to sincerely feel that "meeting him is not as good as being famous", and he could not hide his disappointment.
Daxiangguo Temple and Shenxiao Palace have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years. Are their opponents so unbearable?
Du Ming's arm was wrapped with the golden dragon flying back, and he sneered: "You haven't really understood the power of my Buddha, so you are talking big words here!"
"bring it on."
Xue Daoguang flicked his hand and put one hand behind his back, which was indescribably cool. He actually had to retract one arm because his opponent was one-armed. This grace and grace made everyone present cheer again.
In comparison, Du Ming, who had a broken arm, looked a little lonely and desolate.
His breath was slightly suffocated, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest. The Buddhist taboo of anger and ignorance had reached its peak at this moment.
Behind him, a Buddha statue slowly emerged, and golden light shrouded Du Ming's body, making him appear taller.
He stretched out his hand, and the golden dragon grew stronger and spurted out a ball of flames towards Xue Daoguang.
The golden Buddha light also stretched out his palm, and a swastika fell from his palm.
The two of them went up and down, blocking Xue Daoguang's retreat. He didn't want to be knocked off the ring, so he could only eat these two moves alive.
Xue Daoguang held his hands in his arms and drew a green light Tai Chi shield, barely catching these two moves. His energy and blood were still boiling, and the spiritual energy in his meridians was surging, almost chaotic.
Fortunately, he adjusted it in time, then moved forward with his sleeves rolled up, and a very small light shone on his fingertips.
There was a faint sound of thunder, very faint, but everyone could hear it clearly.
Du Ming didn't dare to be careless and quickly moved the Buddha's light to block it, but the lightning was as flexible as a small snake and bypassed the Buddha's light and hit Du Ming's arm directly.
His remaining arm was severely injured again. Just when Xue Daoguang was about to stop his hand, he saw Du Ming jump forward and spurt out a mouthful of blood.
He had exhausted all his spiritual energy and was determined to fight to the death. Regardless of whether he could hurt Xue Daoguang or not, it was clear that the monk would not survive.
Unless people like Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, Li Shizhen, and Li Yu were present, he might still be saved.
This desperate blow was very tricky. If it were normal, Xue Daoguang would only need to dodge, and with his body skills, he would be unscathed.
But at this time in the ring, according to the rules, the first one to go down loses.
When he was hesitant, Lin Lingsu shouted loudly in the stands: "Get off the stage!"
Xue Daoguang had no choice but to jump off the stage, and a burst of exclamations broke out from the audience.
When everyone didn't know what was going on, they saw Zen Master Du Ming suddenly exploded and died on the ring.
he exploded
All the flesh and blood in his body burned like dry firewood. From his body, a faint blue flame emitted, which looked like water and burned through everything it touched.
The faint blue fire easily burned several holes in the arena, and after it hit the ground, it even set fire to the earth and rocks.
After this thing is stained, the flesh and blood will not be saved. No wonder Lin Lingsu asked his beloved disciple to leave quickly.
Cai Jing whispered a few words in the ear of Li Yan, who was presiding over the competition. He said loudly: "Xue Daoguang landed first. The winner of this battle is Zen Master Du Ming."
There was a burst of boos from the audience. Du Mingdu was dead, but Xue Daoguang was still unscathed. Can this still be considered a win?
However, rules are rules, and some people in Bianliang collectively nodded and agreed that the decision was made.
When Xue Daoguang evaded, Du Ming was not dead yet. In other words, Du Ming won at that moment, and he knocked Xue Daoguang off the ring.
Xue Daoguang also understood this. He did not argue and chose to return to the stands.
"Master, disciple"
Lin Lingsu waved her hand and said: "Needless to say, ten thousand brocade cassocks are not as important as you to my teacher."
Du Ming died, Huicheng didn't feel much sadness. He laughed, stood up and said: "Du Ming's death was not unjust. Now we only need to win one game to succeed. Senior brother, your cultivation level is higher than mine. In this battle,
, let me go."
Bianji didn't say anything, Huicheng just thought he acquiesced and jumped to the stage.
Lin Lingsu winked, and Pan Jinlian nodded slowly, tiptoeing to the ground, walking in the air, her body light, like a nimble swallow, landing on the stage.
She used a simplified version of Li Yu's air control technique, which did not require any high level of cultivation. The disadvantage was that it could not fly far or high, so it was most suitable to use it here.
But the audience didn't know what was going on. They thought that this girl could fly in the air at such a young age, and they couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation.
A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.
Lin Lingsu shook her head secretly. This air control technique has only two uses:
One is to offend someone who shouldn't be provoked and run for his life in a short distance;
Secondly, just like today, I will be in the limelight.
Huicheng looked at Pan Jinlian coming from the sky, put away the contempt in his eyes, and his whole temperament changed.
Daxingshan Temple, as the white jade pillar holding the sky and the purple golden beam supporting the sea in Tang Dynasty Buddhism, has always been the decision-maker of Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty.
Huicheng is the leader of this generation. Although he became famous not early, he has been placed in a very high position among the monks of the Tang Dynasty.
"You should take action first, lest others say that the poor monk bullied you."
Before Huicheng could finish his words, something suddenly seemed wrong with his movements.
His meridians slowly became uncontrollable, and he felt a pinprick sensation coming from all over his meridians.
