One knife after another, feeling as if the monk's inner strength was endless, he kept slashing at Li Muchan, cracking one after another in front of him, with an astonishing momentum.
Li Muchan pressed it out with his thumb, and with a hissing sound, he collided with the Bodhidharma knife in the air, and suddenly the wind surged and swept the white snow.
In the blink of an eye, after more than twenty blows with the sword, the gap between the two of them sank a foot, and the white snow was swept away, exposing the rocks on the ground.
These stones have strange shapes, like reefs. It can be seen that this place was a seaside in ancient times. The traces of sea water erosion are obvious. They have been covered by ice and snow and have not been eroded by wind and rain.
Li Muchan came from a later generation and knew the principles of changes in the earth's crust. He took a few glances and felt that there should be something good here. The things on the seabed were very strange.
But at this time, I had no time to visit anymore. The Bodhidharma knife was as tight as a knife, and it was so tight.
Li Muchan shook his head helplessly, stretched out his left hand that had been hidden in his sleeve, pressed his thumb far away, and let out a slight "chi" sound, and his finger power surged out, heading straight for Monk Xinjue.
Monk Xinjue stretched out his fist and punched it.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the monk felt shaken and took a step back.
His eyes sparkled, and he stared at Li Muchan in surprise, then stepped forward and punched again.
Li Muchan suddenly swung and moved three feet horizontally. A whistling sound passed by his side, and his clothes rustled like a strong wind.
"What kind of boxing is this?" Li Yujiao asked in surprise.
A middle-aged woman said: "Arhat Divine Fist."
"Arhat Divine Fist?" Li Yujiao turned around and looked over: "Isn't there Arhat Fist?"
"Arhat Fist is the introductory boxing technique of Arhat Fist. It is very simple, but the martial arts of Landa Temple is like this. No matter how simple the Kung Fu is, it can exert great power when practiced to a high level. This is the way of Arhat Fist. The strength of the fist is
It can break through the air and come out." The middle-aged woman said.
"Is there such a boxing technique?" Li Yujiao shook her head.
The middle-aged woman added: "However, it is not easy to practice Luohan Quan to a high level. It requires special methods. There are many people in the martial arts who know Luohan Quan, but only Landuo Temple has mastered the training method of Luohan Quan.
,... Most people in the martial arts know a few moves of Luohan Fist. It seems that Landa Temple suffered a disadvantage and learned martial arts secretly, but in fact it is not the case. The thinking of Landa Temple can be described as exquisite... This is what the leader said.
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"What's so exquisite?" Li Yujiao asked.
The middle-aged woman said: "The master analyzed that this move is an invitation to fame. It is like spring rain that moistens things silently. Everyone has learned Arhat Boxing and is naturally somewhat close to Landa Temple. This is human nature."
"Well, that makes sense. This Landuo Temple is really insidious!" Li Yujiao snorted coldly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of muffled sounds rang out, attracting Li Yujiao's attention. She quickly turned her head and looked over, only to see Li Muchan and Monk Xinjue fighting together.
Li Yujiao felt relieved again. Senior Brother Zhan Ran did not suffer from the beating just now. The Canghai Divine Finger and the Bodhidharma Sword were as good as each other. Even with the Arhat Divine Fist, there was nothing he could do.
She secretly speculated that senior brother Zhanran must have practiced the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra, otherwise, his internal strength would not be so deep and grow so quickly.
But fighting at close range is different. It not only tests the internal strength, but also the subtlety of the moves. The Canghai Sword Sect's internal strength is unique, but the moves are somewhat inferior, especially the hand skills, which are not as good as the Canghai Nine Swords.
She raised her voice and shouted: "Senior Brother Zhanran, use your sword!"
But seeing two shadows mixed together in the snow, one jade white and one gray, they were mixed and difficult to see clearly. She turned to look at a middle-aged woman: "Aunt Zhao, how are you?"
"It's too fast, I can't see clearly." The middle-aged woman looked solemn.
Li Yujiao praised: "I didn't expect Senior Brother Zhanran to be so powerful in palm skills!"
It is not easy to fight to such an extent with Monk Xinjue. Monk Xinjue is known as an outstanding disciple of Landuo Temple who emerges only once in a century, and he is on par with the Lenglian Fairy Wen Yinyue of the Canghai Sword Sect.
"Bang bang bang bang..." In a series of muffled sounds, Li Muchan and Monk Xinjue fought faster and faster, their fists and palms intersecting, and their strength was surging.
Snowflakes were flying and splashing around, and rocks were exposed around the two people's feet, and the hard snow was pushed away by force.
Li Muchan suddenly laughed: "Master Xinjue, I'm going to use a special move, be careful!"
"Come on!" Monk Xinjue shouted in a deep voice.
The two of them suddenly paused and appeared, completely undisturbed, not like they had been through a fierce fight. They looked calm and calm. Both of them had the air of eminent monks.
Li Muchan let out a long roar, his hands suddenly turned jade-colored, and then eight imaginary hands appeared, pressing towards Monk Xinjue, as if he had six extra hands growing on his body.
The roaring sound spread far away, and the whole world was shaken.
Li Yujiao's heart was shaken when she heard it, and she turned to look at the middle-aged woman. Both women were pale and hurt by the roar. She smiled and put her palms on their vests.
She practiced the Nine Turns of Marrow Cleansing Sutra, and her inner strength was deep and pure. After passing through it, the two middle-aged women both breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "What an amazing inner strength!"
Li Yujiao smiled. After practicing the Nine Turns of the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, how could his internal strength not be deep?
"Amitabha..." Monk Xinjue closed his eyes slightly and pronounced the Buddha's name together, with a solemn appearance, just like an old monk entering concentration.
This Buddha's name is vast and ancient, as if it came from ancient time and space, and it directly shakes the heart and soul. The mind is instantly peaceful, without desires or desires.
He remained motionless until Li Muchan's eight palms came upon him. Suddenly, his body turned into eight shadows, each shadow punching out a punch in response to the eight palms.
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"Bang!" Stones flew and snowflakes flew, and both of them took ten steps back.
Li Muchan let out a long laugh, and before the snowflakes and stones fell to the ground, he pounced on them again like a ghost, and another series of palm shadows hit them.
A middle-aged woman shouted out loud: "Arhat's Divine Fist!"
"What kind of martial arts is this?" Li Yujiao asked.
She secretly decided that when she went back, she would study the martial arts of various sects, so as not to be ignorant and embarrassed, which was a terrible feeling.
The middle-aged woman said: "I heard from the master that the Luohan Fist in Landuo Temple is the entry level, and the next level is the Luohan Divine Fist.
There is a higher level of boxing, called the Arahant's Divine Fist, which is more powerful and has incredible power... This Arahant's Divine Fist goes beyond the scope of martial arts and belongs to Buddhist magical powers. It can only be achieved by those who practice martial arts. It requires the blessing of Buddhism."
"So powerful?" Li Yujiao frowned and asked, "Then what is the power of this Arahant's Divine Fist?"
The middle-aged woman shook her head: "I don't know either... the leader said that the Arahant's Divine Fist is the temple's sacred fist of Landuo Temple. Only one who has mastered Buddhism to a certain level can understand its essence. It is usually from Landuo Temple."
Only old monks go to enlightenment. Those old monks have no intention of fighting and will not leave the temple to fight with others unless someone breaks into Landa Temple, but no one is so bold now... The last review of Landa
When I was studying martial arts in the temple, the master once accidentally said that there is no successor in Landa Temple, and no one has mastered the Arahant Fist for hundreds of years... I didn't expect that the Xinjue monk is so powerful!"
Li Yujiao smiled lightly: "So what, I don't think he is a match for Senior Brother Zhanran!"
The middle-aged woman shook her head and said: "Since the master said that this boxing technique is incredible, it certainly has its own amazing features. Miss, you can't be too optimistic."
Li Yujiao curled her lips, but did not refute.
What Li Muchan performed was the Eight Dragon Slaying Postures. This was the first time that he performed it completely without sparing any effort. After fighting against Monk Xinjue, he gained a lot of insights and his understanding of the Eight Dragon Slaying Postures became deeper.
Every move is driven by spiral force. An ordinary person would not be able to withstand a single move, but Monk Xinjue's boxing technique is very strange. It combines hardness and softness, yin and yang complement each other. The spiral force penetrates and is quickly eliminated.
, this strange boxing technique can dissolve all internal forces.
While praising Landa Temple's unique skills, he mobilized his inner strength and performed the Lantern Technique, and eight more arms suddenly grew on his hands.
Looking around, it looks like sixteen hands covering it at the same time.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Monk Xinjue received three slaps in an instant.
He was shot away like a ball, flipping in the air, flying more than ten feet away, and was knocked into the snow before disappearing.
"Okay——!" Li Yujiao shouted loudly.
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Li Muchan shook his head and flew towards that direction.
He understood that Monk Xinjue's horizontal training skills were also very advanced. With these three palms, his strange fist strength should be able to remove a lot of them without defeating him.
He was halfway through the skiing when his feet suddenly shook, there was a muffled "bang" sound, the snowflakes exploded, and he felt that the monk was wrapped in a ball of snowflakes and rushing towards him.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang!" Li Muchan retreated, feeling that the monk was attacking. One retreated, the other advanced, and the two of them flew against the snow.
After more than ten moves, Li Muchan turned his defense into an attack and struck down with sixteen hands. Feeling that the monk retreated, the two of them moved down the mountain with their feet not touching the ground, clinging to the snowflakes.
"Bang bang bang bang..." The muffled sound was endless.
Li Yujiao wanted to follow her, but was stopped by two middle-aged women.
"You can only see clearly if you go over there!" Li Yujiao turned around impatiently and said.
The two middle-aged women shook their heads, and one of them said: "Miss, with the abilities of these two people, it's useless even if we go over, they can't stop them."
Another middle-aged woman said: "That's right, miss. The two of them are very powerful and have excellent martial arts skills. We can't interfere, so we should just watch from here."
At this time, more than a dozen people floated over from a distance and soon reached Li Yujiao's side.
Li Yujiao turned around and saw that these dozen people were all young people, two women and a dozen men, all young heroes with good cultivation.
Li Yujiao had never walked in the martial arts world and did not recognize them.
"Is she Miss Li from Sheng Xuefeng?" A handsome young man clasped his fists and smiled.
Li Yujiao frowned, nodded indifferently, and turned to look down the mountain. The two of them had already fought halfway up the mountain. The shadows of fists and palms were all over the sky, making it impossible to tell the outcome.
The handsome young man was not angry and said with a smile: "I am Yang Zhiyuan. I have heard about the name of Sheng Xuefeng for a long time."
"What is the connection between the young hero and the Jinyuan Yang family?" a middle-aged woman asked.
"I am a disciple of the Yang family." Yang Zhiyuan smiled.
The middle-aged woman suddenly realized: "It turns out he is also a senior disciple from a famous family!"
"Haha, Master, it's boring for us to argue for too long. One punch will determine the outcome!" Li Muchan's loud laughter could be heard in everyone's ears.
"It couldn't be better!" Monk Xinjue said solemnly.
The two people's voices were concentrated and did not disperse, reaching everyone's ears.
Everyone's expressions froze and they stopped talking. They turned around and looked down at the two people halfway up the mountain.
The sixteen palm prints suddenly disappeared, and Li Muchan stood still, then let out a long roar from his mouth. At first, it was like a dragon roaring, and then it got higher and higher, like a dragon flying nine times, like a thunder bombardment, and the whole world was filled with thunder.
It's his howl.
A dozen young people didn't care about anything else and immediately sat cross-legged on the snow to exercise and regulate their breathing. Even so, their blood vibrated in the roar, and their internal energy was like an out-of-control galloping horse, rushing left and right.
"Amitabha—" the Buddha's name rang out slowly, like a huge bell hanging in the sky. The sound of the bell drifted down, and the clear sound floated straight into everyone's hearts.
"Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!..." More than a dozen young people raised their heads and spat out a mouthful of hot blood.
This Yoyo Buddha chant did not soothe people's hearts, but instead added fuel to the fire.
Everyone was already shocked by Li Muchan's howl, but now this one was no less powerful than the howl. The two sounds were superimposed, doubling the power, and everyone's internal organs were immediately injured.
Li Muchan had already roared once before, and Li Yujiao was on guard. As soon as he heard the roar, he immediately put his hands on the vests of the two middle-aged women, saving them from disaster.
The whistles and the Buddha's chants vibrated in the air, entangled, and never dispersed. Everyone immediately spat out another mouthful of blood, and secretly regretted coming here to see the excitement. It was such an unintentional disaster.
"Bang..." A muffled sound exploded in everyone's ears.
Everyone felt a thunderbolt ringing in the clear sky, their hairs stood up, and their minds went blank.
Later, when everyone came back to their senses, they only felt the ground shaking. They thought it was an illusion before, but then a woman screamed: "Avalanche!"
Li Yujiao was the most sober and clearly saw the snow cracking and then falling down.
They were located on the top of a mountain, with rocks exposed at their feet. This was caused by the force used by Li Muchan and Monk Xinjue just now. They were not affected, but their feet were shaken and they were unstable.
"Boom..." Like a flash flood, heavy snow rolled down and collapsed piece by piece.
Li Yujiao's expression changed: "Senior Brother Zhanran!"
She was about to rush down, but her arms were tightly held.
"Miss, you can't go down!" The faces of the two middle-aged women changed drastically, and they shouted hurriedly: "No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you will die if you encounter this!"
"Senior Brother Zhanran is down there!" Li Yujiao shook her arms and tried to shake the two of them away.
The two girls hugged her arms tightly, the corners of their mouths were red, and she shocked them both in her desperation.
"Miss, you can't go down under any circumstances!"
"Get out of the way!" Li Yujiao stamped her feet and stared at the two of them anxiously.
The two women hugged her and used the Thousand-Cin Pendant, determined to stop her.
"Rumble..." The ground was still shaking, heavy snow was falling, and all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white, like huge waves rising into the sky.
***: I can only update once today. It’s not a good idea. I’m catching a cold. Let’s see if I can recover.