Two hundred and seventy-eight chapters passed away a monk
"Ding, kill a famous master in the world, experience +..."The Luan Cloak Sword Technique" is broken. (Just read the novel.)" The secret book is revealed! Although it is only a broken copy, Zhu Biaomeiyu is also overjoyed.
"Amitabha, it is so good. The donor's blood fills the field, why bother to commit murder again!" As soon as Zhu Biao took out the somewhat tattered secret book from the arms of the common swordsman, Master Xuefeng fell from the sky, and he
There is no effort in raising the energy or exerting any force in the gestures. With every move of the hands and feet, the person seems to be floating in the mountain wind, with an elegant expression and a high level of lightness.
"Hahaha, old monk, since there is so much blood in the field, what's the harm in killing another one?" Zhu Biao stuffed the secret book into his arms and looked at the visitor with some amusement.
He was not wearing a cassock, but not everyone could hold the gilded Zen staff. Although he had never seen Master Xuefeng, Zhu Biao had a hunch that the person coming was Xuefeng.
"Lao Na Xuefeng!" Seemingly sensing Zhu Biao's "question," Master Xuefeng introduced himself to Zhu Biao first.
"Master, please, but my name cannot be revealed."
"Amitabha, the donor doesn't want to reveal his name, so I won't force him. I just hope that the donor can return the prince of the Duke of Ming Dynasty to me. Thank you so much!"
This monk is not pedantic at all, nor does he have the "fake compassion" that is often seen in religious figures in martial arts novels. Zhu Biao originally had no special feelings for Xuefeng's "master", but now it seems that the old monk at least retains his true temperament!
"Haha, Master, now that we have all the accomplices, how can we get around the main culprit? Why don't you let me kill him cleanly and save the prince from having to live longer and suffer more -"
Zhu Biao jumped on his toes and turned his back to Ji Qun, who had been facing Xuefeng. His face turned towards him. At this time, the redness became even worse, and blood was still flowing from both nostrils.
The old monk Xuefeng is not a true monk who just practices hard in the monastery. In his early years, he traveled all over the world. What has he not experienced? Haven’t heard of or seen? He has much more experience in the world than Zhu Biao. You can tell what Ji Qun is like at a glance.
One thing, the image that has always been harmonious has undergone a drastic change for the first time.
"It's a vicious method. (Just read the novel.) I really made a mistake!" Xuefeng shook his Zen staff and looked at Zhu Biao with eyes full of anger. "Before, I saw that you were full of blood, but your temperament was also upright.
. I won’t care about it. I never thought that you could be so vicious in your heart at such a young age, and you are going to have to do it today!”
"Hahaha, the old monk has good eyesight. I am indeed such a person. But this only refers to the first half of the sentence, and I don't dare to suffer from the second half. It's not me who is vicious, but the fat pig under my feet." Zhu Biao.
He stepped on Ji Qun's belly. With a slight exertion, Ji Qun's mouth opened and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"It turns out that the benefactor has enmity with the prince, Amitabha." Xuefeng's anger has subsided for the most part. Although he has not been to Lingxue Peak for a long time, he still knows that the prince of the Ming Kingdom is a dandy in the capital. It would be better if these people did not make enemies.
It's called a strange thing, they are here to seek revenge.
"Amitabha, you are so good. I hope the donor will think twice! The donor should know the strength of the Duke of Ming Dynasty. If the prince changes today, the donor may not have peace in the future!"
"Haha. When I act, I never ask for background or power, but I do it with a clear conscience. I want to be worthy of the sky and humble to the earth. That's enough!" Zhu Biao is now a hero in the world. And if he had been walking in the world back then,
On the road, he is still the same now.
"Old monk, I was kidnapped from your Lingxue Temple. Do you care about it?"
"No matter what, you turn around and leave; if you want to care, let's do it once!"
"Amitabha, people were lost from Lingxue Temple. I must be found." Just for the future of Lingxue Temple, Master Xuefeng cannot let go. No one in the Ming Dynasty government dares to underestimate him!
"Om——" Before the Zen staff moved, Master Xuefeng first said one of the six-character Buddhist mantras.
Zhu Biao was startled. Although he was not hurt at all by this sound, he was mentally vigilant. Buddhist lion roars and other martial arts can kill people.
Looking at Ji Qun at his feet, his heavy breathing became calmer. It turned out that the roar was for him!
Xuefeng is very aware of the consequences of taking aphrodisiacs without being able to vent. Whether he dies of lust or burns directly into an idiot, Ji Qun, the heir apparent, is no different from dying on the spot. (Just read the novel.)
The young man at the moment is very powerful in martial arts. Just look at the death of Kong Ming. [God knows, if Zhu Biao knew that the person named Kong he killed was named Kong Ming, what kind of panic would happen to his head] He was a little bit
If you are not injured, your internal strength will be higher, but it may take a long time to determine the winner. By then, the winner will be determined, and Ji Qun will be finished long ago.
Therefore, in "The Zen Sing of the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon", Xuefeng learned a secret technique from the Great Leiyin Temple, which required a lot of effort, but only by using it in conjunction with the six-character mantra could he temporarily suppress Ji Qun's desire.
"Ding-ding-dong-dang..." Xuefeng shook the Zen staff in his hand, and the nine small rings on the head jingled. "Donor, please—"
With a whoosh, a gilded Zen staff weighing dozens of kilograms came over the head. The head of the Zen staff was as big as the moon, with a dazzling cold light, and the body of the staff was as thin as a duck egg. From beginning to end, it was more than seven feet long and weighed fifty or sixty kilograms.
Heavy. If Zhu Biao had a spear in his hand, he would not be afraid of fighting head-on, but now he only had a Longquan sword in his hand. If he had a head-on fight with Xuefeng, he would suffer too much.
"Cang——" A sword was pointed diagonally at the Zen staff. Zhu Biao's wrist suddenly sank, and his sword style turned into a "golden wire wrapped around the wrist". With his gentle strength, he directly deflected Master Xuefeng's blow.
The sword edge was still sliding down the staff. Xuefeng didn't expect Zhu Biao's attack to be so sharp. He changed his moves and used a flick of his wrist to shake Zhu Biao's Longquan Sword away from the staff, and waved the Zen staff.
Hu's move "Sweep Thousands of Arms" was launched.
This move was a horizontal move with great power. The Zen staff shone with golden light and was struck by a gust of wind.
Zhu Biao jumped up and retreated more than ten feet away. Xuefeng's second blow, "Taishan Pressed the Top", hit him continuously.
Although the old monk Xuefeng's martial arts skills are not as high as the top level of Xing Tianxiao, he has reached the pinnacle among the famous first-level experts. I really don't know if he is really the disciple of the senior abbot of Wenshu Monastery.
Zhu Biao's Longquan Sword turned into a silver rainbow, swift, light and sharp, and crashed into the heavy phantom of Xuefeng's powerful and heavy Zen staff. The sword was bright, and the attack of the seventy-two soul-chasing and life-stealing swords became more and more fierce.
The more you attack, the harder you fight.
The old monk Xuefeng's Zen staff was as powerful as a mountain, and the sound of the howling wind only made a forest shudder.
The two fought for seventy or eighty rounds, but neither could completely defeat the other. Zhu Biao even held on to the "Yinfeng Three Life Swords" and did not make a move. The seventy-two soul-chasing life-stealing swords became more and more smooth with each use.
The spicy and quick sword intent is really suitable for his temperament. The bigger the sword is, the better it is. Zhu Biao devoted himself wholeheartedly to this competition, but the old monk Xuefeng could not do this. He was still worried about Ji Qun in his heart.
!
"Well..." You jumped out of the battle circle and spoke the two-character mantra Xuefeng again. Of course, one of the words was given to Ji Qun, and the other was directly given to Zhu Biao.
Although Zhu Biao had been on guard since Xuefeng's first word came out of his mouth, when the word 'that' hit his ears, he still felt confused, as if his head had been hit by a stick.
Zhu Biao felt uncomfortable, and so did Xuefeng. "The Zen Sing of the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon" already consumes internal energy. It would be better if it were chanted from other scriptures, but the six-character mantra he is now speaking is the six-character Buddhist mantra.
With the word mantra, the level went up in a flash. The internal energy loss also went up in a flash.
"Ba, mi, hum -" Xuefeng's eyes were focused, and his white eyebrows were flying. Instead of continuing the fight without knowing the outcome, it is better to have a direct decisive battle. If you fight with all your strength, if you win, you will take down Ji Qun.
; If it fails, it's all over. Anyway, if Ji Qun makes a mistake and doesn't want to affect the future of Lingxue Temple, he has only one way to pass away.
Repeatedly chanting mantras, Xuefeng's internal energy dropped rapidly like a floodgate opening, but he would not waste any chance. The Zen staff rolled and hit him at the same time.
It was the first time Zhu Biao encountered the sonic skill. Apart from blocking his ears with his internal power, he didn't know how to deal with it. The four consecutive words of the mantra were like four bombs exploding in his ears, but when his eyes saw Xuefeng
When the Zen staff was smashed towards him, he shook his hand and punched out the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword".
The recoil of the sword staff made Zhu Biao and Xuefeng unable to hold on to their stands and fell back. This was a severely weakened version of the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword". Zhu Biao, who was in serious condition, only used half of his internal strength at most.
.And Xuefeng on the opposite side is not much stronger than Zhu Biao. If it were not for the weight of the Zen staff, Zhu Biao would still be the winner in this collision.
"Yinfeng Three Life Sword", Zhu Biao's first impression of it is that it can challenge the level. At least when it is below the first level of a famous master, and with Zhu Biao's current internal strength, the attack power of the three swords is enough
It's comparable to Xing Tianxiao's three claws.
This is a killing move based on internal strength with a certain amount of increase. It has always been Zhu Biao's trump card. But when Zhu Biao used this move with insufficient internal strength for five levels, the "Yinfeng Three Life Sword"
No matter how awesome you are, there is nothing you can do!
"Master, I won this battle -" The ringing in his ears gradually disappeared, and Zhu Biao said with a bright red smile. Yes, his face was flushed, and his face was flushed red by Xuefeng's four consecutive mantras.
But this was in stark contrast to the tired and pale face of the old monk Xuefeng. His adventure was unsuccessful. Now his internal strength was almost at its bottom, and self-preservation was no longer a problem.
As for Zhu Biao, in the battle of seventy or eighty moves, even for the dozen or so rounds that he connected with Kong Ming, the internal energy consumed was quite limited. Moreover, with the two meridians of Ren and Du connected, he would slowly recover while his internal energy was consumed. Now he
The internal force value still remains around 4000.
"Does the donor have to take the prince's life?" Xuefeng's face turned pale.
"That's absolutely true."
"Amitabha!" Xuefeng clasped his hands and sat cross-legged, saying no more.
Until Zhu Biao used the "Splitting Muscles and Crossing Bones Hand" on Ji Qun, Ji Qun was burning with desire and at the same time the meridians all over her body were connected wrongly. Soon, blood burst out and her meridians were broken and she died.
Zhu Biao left, and then he remembered Xuefeng's low singing:
"......the color is not different. The emptiness is not different. All dharmas are empty. They are neither born nor destroyed, nor dirty nor pure. They do not increase or decrease. Therefore, there is no color in the air. There is no feeling, thought, or consciousness. There is no eye, ear, nose, or tongue.
Body and mind, colorless, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, no different world, no ignorance, no end of ignorance, no old age and death, no end of old age and death...
