Under the cover of the fire, "Monk King" Faming looked up at the night sky. His strangely handsome face showed a deep and almost desperate sadness, but his tone was very calm. As if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him, he slowly said: "Then
It was many years ago. The master is still alive, but no longer a director. One day, on the order of the abbot of the Zen monastery, I delivered a pot of consecrated spring water to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang. In the square outside the temple, a
A gorgeous carriage was leaving, the curtain was lifted, and her beautiful face was revealed in the carriage. I still remember the way she looked at me."
Long Ying's scalp was numb. No matter how he imagined it beforehand, he would never have imagined that the sad past of Monk King Faming was actually related to a beautiful woman. Just looking at the way he showed his true feelings now, you can tell that he was shocked and shocked at the time, and he had been practicing since childhood.
Youdao eminent monk.
Fa Ming continued: "She was a popular prostitute in Luoyang. She went to the White Horse Temple to worship the gods and pray for her husband, hoping to find a husband. That night, I went to her boudoir desperately and lingered all night before returning to the White Horse Temple at dawn.
. He knew his own affairs, so he could only live up to her favor. Little did he know that after a hundred days of hard meditation, not only did he fail to break through, but his love for her became even stronger, so he went to look for her again, intending to fly far away with her, and never care about the affairs of the Holy Sect again.
, how did I know that she had gone to the building and was waiting for me? The evil emperor should have thought of other things. Since I became sensible, I have only cried twice, once because of her misfortune, and the other time after hearing that
I received the news of my master's death. From that day on, the only way for me to control my own destiny is to be independent. Taiping is the most pampered daughter of my senior sister, and she is also an unusual and naturally beautiful woman. I want to get my hands on her, which not only involves revenge.
I thought she could make up for the shortcomings in my heart. But it turns out that what I lost is lost forever, and I can never get it back."
Long Ying stared at him blankly.
Everyone has their own story. When you know it, you will change your view of this person. In his eyes, the Faming in front of him is like a stranger he met for the first time, a person of flesh and blood.
Long Ying said in a deep voice: "How can the Monk King be willing to reconcile with the Holy One?"
Fa Ming looked at him and responded with his usual deep and indifferent expression, saying: "What's the big hatred between me and the Holy Master? From the position of the head senior sister, she did nothing wrong at all. The only problem between me and her is
, if you come out too much, as long as I kill you, we will restore the closest relationship of senior sister and brother."
When he said these words, the monk's robe moved automatically without any wind, and his aura expanded towards the dragon eagle at the speed of lightning, and the next moment it locked and enveloped the dragon eagle.
Long Ying felt that the space he was in was sinking, and he seemed to be stuck in an endless spider web. It was difficult to flutter his wings and fly away, as if he was trapped in a nightmare that he would never wake up from. Faming after recovery was indeed terrifying, and even more so.
What I didn't expect was that in addition to Wu Zhao, Fa Ming also practiced the magic of the devil.
His aura is subtly different from Wu Zhao's. He is full of pressure to kill and injure, and there are thousands of invisible and sharp energy that can't help but chip away at the opponent's body-protecting energy.
Fa Ming smiled and said: "Does the Evil Emperor understand my King's 'Indestructible Vajra'?"
Long Ying calmly said: "Please give me some advice from the Monk King."
Fa Ming folded his hands and proclaimed the name of the Buddha, and said calmly and calmly: "When Zen reaches the extreme, the heart will not be broken; when concentration reaches the extreme, the thoughts will not be broken; when there is stillness, there will be no breakage."
The next moment, Long Ying felt that the law was embedded in the core of the devil's aura, the monk's robes stopped fluttering, and the law was solemn. It was both worldly and transcendent, as if it was combined with some indescribable force. He separated his clasped hands and said
He made quick and unscrupulous movements, as if he was kneading a ball of something. No matter how his palms changed, their palms were always facing each other. Suddenly, his hands closed in front of his chest and he pushed towards him.
An unparalleled, cold and icy energy hit his chest like an iron pillar.
Dragon Eagle's heart screamed fiercely, and he moved quickly to shake off the opponent's aura of heavenly demon that was locked on him. He suddenly took a strange step to the left, and struck down with a palm, hitting the sharp edge of Fa Ming's Qi Pillar.
"boom!"
Energy is everywhere.
Long Ying was rushed to the left by Fa Ming's unstoppable and amazing energy, and almost vomited blood.
Fa Ming only shook his upper body slightly and said with a long smile: "The Evil Emperor is still not up to the mark."
Taking advantage of the momentum to pursue, he punched the unbalanced Dragon Eagle.
This is not an ordinary punch in the air, but is coupled with exquisite footwork. The moment the punch hits Longying, he will bully him to his side. Even if Longying blocks the punch, the subsequent fierce attack can still
The dragon eagle was trapped in a bitter battle until he was defeated and died.
Longying saw that his fist kept expanding in front of him and became overwhelming. He knew that it was because the opponent's spirit was restraining him. What was even worse was that the entire aura centered on him was pressing down like an iron wall, as if he was being suppressed.
Trapped in an aura prison, there is nothing you can do to escape.
At this critical moment of life and death, Long Ying climbed to another level in the realm of demons. Demonic aura filled his body. He laughed and said, "It's too early for the monk king to speak."
Point it out.
The most bizarre situation occurred. The aura that enveloped him melted like ice and snow, and Fa Ming's fist returned to its real state. The dragon eagle seemed to be pointing at Fa Ming's fist and drifted back, forming what looked like a forward attack but actually
The strange situation of retreat.
Fa Ming never expected that such a strange move existed in the world, let alone how Long Ying broke his demonic aura. He only roughly guessed that it was due to the natural resistance of demons to the Holy Sect Kung Fu. At this time, his boxing skills were already old and he could not
No change.
He stood still suddenly, raised his right hand high above his head, stretched it straight, with his palm facing the sky; pressed his left hand down on his hakama, with his palm facing the ground. It was indeed as quiet as the abyss, unfathomable, and extremely miraculous.
This time it was Longying's turn to scream.
His wishful thinking was to retreat to the moment when Fa Ming had to change his moves, then he could launch a full-scale counterattack, using the supernatural powers of the demon species to force the opponent to fight in close quarters, and rely on the changes in body and move techniques to offset the difference in skill between the two sides.
difference.
Unexpectedly, Faming turned from moving to stilling, and it was his turn to have aging moves, and he didn't know how to deal with the opponent's "Zen moves" that seemed to be defensive but also offensive, moving but still.
Let him change in thousands ways, I will be self-sufficient.
Dragon Eagle naturally transformed into a spin, and its hands turned into countless hand shadows, running around the body, and the changes in its fingers and palms were even more subtle. It seemed like it was standing still, but in fact it was spinning towards Faming at an astonishing speed.
Fa Ming shouted "Okay", raised one palm, and struck the dragon eagle down with the edge of his palm.
This move is simple and direct, as clever as a clumsy one. No matter how good Longying is, he still has to accept the move in an ever-changing manner. Faming stretches his other hand straight forward, with his five fingers flexed upward, like a lotus pod, implying an unpredictable Zen move.
Long Ying's heart screamed fiercely. It's no wonder that the five most powerful old monks in Buddhism joined hands to defeat him and returned in defeat. They would all die of injuries one by one within a year.
Long Ying formed a knife with his fingers and slashed at the palm that struck him. At the same time, he flew up with a kick and side-swiped the left side of his neck where he needed to be saved. The other palm stabbed diagonally towards his waist and abdomen, as if it were a different attack.
The three of them violently attacked the terrifying enemy in front of them.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Fa Ming moved, and the palm that was intended to strike him instead hit his left foot with a backhand, and his right foot kicked towards his thrusting left hand. The lotus pod closed and pecked at the knife in his right hand from bottom to top.
Long Ying thought it was a fluke, knowing that the opponent had underestimated the agility of his demon species. Although he was impeccably defended and sealed, he was already passive and could not get back on the defensive for a while.
The dragon eagle was activated, becoming as difficult to defend as a ghost, and launched a fierce offensive against Fa Ming like the Yangtze River. Fists, palms, fingers, elbows, feet, and knees attacked Fa Ming like mercury pouring down the ground. Fa Ming is a treasure.
With a solemn appearance, he was as stable as an iron barrel, using a set of extremely delicate boxing and kick moves within a square foot to deal with Longying's attacks one after another.
At this moment, Long Ying finally sensed Mo Wenchang.
Long Ying cheered in his heart.
If Mo Wenchang still doesn't attack him, his only option is to run away. Because of this uninterrupted mercury-dropping attack, it will never be sustainable, especially if the opponent is a magician who is superior to him in terms of skill and long energy.
Ming. Once his energy is exhausted, with Fa Ming's skill, he can be defeated within a few moves.
And he had to take the risk to take this method because he wanted Fa Ming to misunderstand the characteristics of his demon species and attack him endlessly. Then of course it would be Fa Ming's turn to be in trouble.
Mo Wenchang, who was watching from the side, had a keen eye and thought that the best opportunity for a sneak attack had appeared, and he refused to miss it.
The next moment, Long Ying turned to Fa Ming's rear and kicked him more than ten times in a row.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of the explosion of energy resounded through the grassland like thunder.
Dragon Eagle quickly retreated.
He takes the initiative and retreats at any time.
Fa Ming crossed his arms, and a force of energy swirled out and was thrown towards him.
Long Ying laughed and struck straight with his fist. A ball of demonic energy came out of his fist, hitting the sharp end of the energy.
There was a loud thunderclap between the two of them, and hundreds of tall grasses, unable to withstand the force, were uprooted and fluttered above.
Fa Ming didn't move, and Long Ying took half a step back.
Just as Faming was about to counterattack, Long Ying separated his hands, and the two torches behind him were cut off by the wind of his blade-like palm and fell on the long grassland.
Fa Ming was surprised: "Does the evil emperor know that he is outmatched and wants to draw fire to himself?"
The two of them were more than ten steps apart. The fierce battle just now was too much for someone even stronger than Fa Ming. What's more, he had Mo Wenchang's killing moves, and he hadn't figured out how Long Ying cut off the torch, so he took the opportunity to adjust his breath.
Although it rained all day yesterday, after several hours of wind blowing, coupled with the cool air in late autumn, the long grassland was not very humid. The torches and kerosene stained the long grass, and the wind helped the fire, and the fire started raging.
Long Ying said calmly: "King Monk doesn't know something. I'm just a cheap evil emperor. In fact, I'm a scoundrel. I just run away if I can't defeat you. Ha! As the saying goes, walking is the best."
Fa Ming laughed dumbly and said: "No matter you are the evil emperor or a rogue, you are so naive that it is ridiculous. Do you think you can still leave alive today?"
In less than a moment, a wall of fire had formed more than ten steps behind Dragon Eagle, emitting suffocating heat. The fire particles pressed down on Dragon Eagle's back, and Dragon Eagle's vision was blurred.
Long Ying laughed and said, "Does the Monk King not know that my little brother's demon species is impervious to water and fire?"
The words are still there.
Mo Wenchang walked through the wall of fire, carrying a large cloud of sparks and fire debris, and flew towards him with two crescent knives in front of him with terrifying force.
Fa Ming activated it at the same time, and rushed forward to strike with a palm. Before the palm could reach it, the strength had already locked the Dragon Eagle into a deadlock.
Dragon Eagle suddenly fell into a desperate situation where two vicious men were attacking with all their might. (To be continued...)