First there was Pan Jinlian, who was already jaw-dropping, but this Zhao Fujin was even more outrageous.
One is a killing move when you meet, killing your opponent in an instant without anyone noticing. The other is letting you fight back without being able to hit him at all.
Li Yuqian laughed, and Zhao Fujin was beaten crazily with a khaki light shield on his head, but with a smile on his face, he obviously did not suffer any harm.
Her cultivation in Shenxiao Palace, without her own supervision, really went to extremes.
When Zhao Fujin was learning Taoism from him, he just squatted on the ground and held his head. Li Yu thought Lin Lingsu had some clever tricks, but it seemed that he didn't care at all and allowed the emperor to continue like this.
Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Bianji's forehead. He had tried his best to attack. The Great Sun Magic is one of the most powerful offensive skills in Buddhism, and monk Bianji was extremely talented.
At that time, when he was just a young man, he had already mastered the fifth level of the Great Sun Skill, and he stole the show in the royal competition.
Coupled with his handsome appearance and extraordinary charisma, Princess Gaoyang, the jewel in the eye of Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty at that time, fell in love with him at first sight.
The two had an affair, which gave Fang Yiai a green hat. This matter was a taboo topic in the Tang Dynasty and was a secret known to everyone.
What's more terrible is that in order to prevent being attacked by a sneak attack and to avoid an unknown death like Huicheng, Bianji had to keep his guard up. He always stared at Zhao Fujin's every move, for fear that his meridians would also be frozen, and then
shatter.
It is said that this Di Ji and the girl just now were taught by the same person, that is Li Yu, the public enemy of Buddhism. Since they are the same master, they must have the same techniques and have to guard against them.
After Huicheng's death, the first person to take the stage was Bianji. It's not that they had a close friendship. In fact, Daxing Shan Temple and Da Zongzhi Temple were in a competitive relationship.
The reason why Bianji was the first to take the stage was to understand as much as possible how Huicheng died. Knowing yourself and your enemy is a winning battle. If you can figure out how he fell into the trap, you can avoid the same death.
According to a normal person's thinking, if Zhao Fujin, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, is so powerful that his spells cannot harm her at all, then her cultivation level is much higher than his own.
As long as she takes action, she will be in danger.
The debater's idea is correct. Under normal circumstances, it is like this
But he never expected that Zhao Fujin only practiced one spell, which was the Earth Light Shield.
With Bianji's cultivation level, he was completely unable to break through this shield, and all his attacks were in vain.
The more this happened, the more scared he became, not knowing what the other party was hiding.
Zhao Fujin clasped her little hands behind her back with a proud look on her face. She had no idea how much pressure her performance put on the great monk opposite her.
Monk Bianji's magical power of the sun has a brilliant effect, with golden light, rays of light, and Buddha's light dazzling everyone.
But Di Ji stood there with a smile on her face, like an invincible god.
The shouts and cheers of the onlookers made Bian Ji even more confused. The sweat on his forehead was as big as a soybean and kept dripping.
The power of the Great Sun Magic Technique is not as powerful as it was at the beginning, but for Zhao Fujin, it is no different.
She looked at the debater and said kindly: "Master monk, are you tired?"
This sentence was originally a greeting from an innocent girl and was very sincere, but to Bianji's ears, it felt like a huge insult.
He shouted loudly, his eyes widening with anger, "How dare you underestimate my Buddhist magic!"
The enraged Bianji no longer looked forward and backward, and used all his magic power to leap into the air.
Under the gaze of thousands of eyes, the debate machine soared into the sky, straight into the sky, and where the whistle started, the golden light surged.
Beside him, eight heavenly dragons surrounded him, and a pair of strange hands and long arms were waving.
In the Shenxiao Palace, countless people held their breaths and stared at the eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty, who was so arrogant and glorious as the Buddha.
The people unconsciously clenched their arms and sweated for their emperor.
Zhao Fujin's mouth opened in an O shape, obviously he had never seen such a formation before.
But she just stood there without any blocking movement, and everyone was secretly worried about her.
The people of the Song Dynasty felt sorry for the Emperor Ji. In their opinion, the Emperor Ji was too kind. She never fought back, just like the legendary Buddha.
Zhao Fujin was also startled, closed his eyes tightly and turned around.
She didn't know what to do, but she just felt that it would be better if she couldn't see her.
On the other side of the mirror, Li Yu looked at her. The girl was trying very hard to restrain her urge to squat on the ground with her head in her hands.
He stood up, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and stared at the debate machine in mid-air.
I don't know why, but this monk was so angry that he was fighting for his life.
Li Yu knew Zhao Fujin too well, and she couldn't say any vicious words at all, so Li Yu wanted to break his head, but he didn't understand why Bianji was so angry, and wanted to fight Zhao Fujin to the death, even at the expense of his own true energy.
With a bang, sawdust flew into the ring, and the huge pulpit was shattered into pieces by a desperate blow from the debate machine.
Everyone stood up, their hearts twitching, and they looked towards the center of the ring.
The dust could not be dispersed for a long time, and the debate machine could not hold up. It fell to the ground, holding on to a wooden board, and gasping for air.
The dust slowly dispersed, and a figure in the middle gradually emerged.
Zhao Fujin was unscathed, and her Earth Light Shield still showed no signs of loosening.
Not even a seam!
Li Yu shook his fist vigorously and let out a long sigh of relief.
On the other side of the camera, Lin Lingsu was the only one with a smile on his face. If he didn't have absolute confidence, how could he let his heart go to war?
Lin Lingsu looked at the people around him who had been moved, and inadvertently glanced at Emperor Zhao Ji of the Song Dynasty. The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
Gao Qiu, who was standing next to the emperor, looked at each other, their eyes met, and then they separated quickly, understanding each other tacitly.
Bianji was desperate, and his head, which was held high, hung down feebly.
This eminent monk fell into extreme self-doubt at this moment, wondering why he couldn't break this girl's light shield after practicing hard for so many years.
The difference is not just a tiny bit, but it has no effect on her at all.
Since Qiuji's death, the shadow in his heart has been infinitely magnified, and he almost collapsed under the pressure.
There was even a slight sob coming from Bian Ji's hanging head.
Zhao Fujin stepped forward, reached out and brushed off a piece of sawdust on his bare forehead, and said: "Master monk, please get up, stop crying, I'll count you as the winner."
Bian Ji suddenly raised his head and looked at the girl with a smile on her face, her eyes dull.
He was holding his hands on the ground, and from a distance it looked like he was kneeling on one knee. The golden light on his body gradually dissipated, and Bianji suddenly said: "I would like to follow Di Ji to learn Taoism. Please accept me as your disciple."
