Although Jingangfeng Temple is a place of Buddhism, it is not simple at all. An old monk came out and easily neutralized the force on the middle-aged monk that Zhuge Wuji had swatted away.
Standing opposite Zhuge Wuji
At this time, four or five monks rushed out of the mountain. These monks were all old men, but each of them had a dignified body, and their steps were either elegant or heavy. They all had an extraordinary bearing.
The four or five old monks moved so fast. In an instant, they arrived behind the old monk who caught the injured middle-aged monk. The rapid movement caused the air nearby to oscillate, and a breeze spread.
One of them stepped forward and took the injured middle-aged monk from the hands of the old monk who was the leader. Someone immediately took out the medicine and asked the monk to take it.
"Who are you? Why did you break into my mountain gate and hurt my disciple?" The leader of the old monk's face was red, his white beard was fluttering on his chest, and his eyes did not have any sparkle. They were as turbid as those of ordinary old people.
The old monk glanced at Zhuge Wuji casually, but there was no anger in his words. Although he was calm, he gave people a feeling of spring breeze.
At this time, a rapid bell rang in the mountains, and then, groups of monks holding weapons rushed out from all around.
The old monk was speaking the language of the birds of the island country, but Zhuge Wuji directly filtered his words. He did not understand the language of the birds.
Zhuge Wuji glanced at the group of people opposite him coldly, and then said: "Who knows where Iga Long is? If you know it, tell it immediately. If you don't know, you will all die today!"
Zhuge Wuji spoke without any scruples, and his words were filled with undisguised murderous intent. No one would doubt what he said.
The faces of the group of old monks opposite suddenly changed after hearing this. Only the old monk at the head remained calm, as if nothing in the world could move him.
"So you are from China!" The old monk actually understood Zhuge Wuji's words and spoke fluently in Chinese.
"Huh?" Zhuge Wuji couldn't help but be startled. He was very surprised. He just said it casually. He didn't know that there were people who knew Chinese among these old monks.
At this time, hundreds of monks armed with weapons had surrounded him from all directions, completely blocking the area outside the mountain gate. Judging from their posture, they actually surrounded Zhuge Wuji.
"Old monk, since you can understand what I say, I won't say any more. You can probably guess the purpose of my visit!" Zhuge Wuji went straight to the point, not wanting to waste words with these people.
The old monk pondered for a long time before sighing: "Hey! From the moment we formed an alliance with Iga Long, I knew that this day would come sooner or later, but I didn't expect that this day would come so quickly." At this time, the old monk finally changed his color.
Got it
"Where is Iga Dragon?" Zhuge Wuji said in a deep voice. While speaking, he stretched his right hand forward, and a long sword appeared in his hand.
Suddenly, the people around him felt a chill coming over them. A cold sword energy spread out from Zhuge Wuji's body. The sword energy was extremely vague, as if it was integrated with the long sword in his hand. The long sword in his hand was his.
The extension of the sword intention in the body, regardless of each other
No one could see clearly how the long sword appeared in Zhuge Wuji's hand. Of course, except for the old monk at the head, the old monk at the head seemed to be on par with Zhuge Wuji in terms of cultivation.
The blade is as cold as water, and a layer of emerald green brilliance flows on the three-foot-long light green sword body. This... seems to be the legendary Ningbi Divine Sword, one of the top ten magic weapons in the ancient martial arts world.
The top ten magic weapons rarely appear in the ancient martial arts world. Those who obtain these magic weapons treasure them and treasure them carefully. They will not be shown to others at all. Therefore, there are only a limited number of magic weapons.
Apart from who its master is, not to mention seeing the other divine weapons, we don’t even know who the master of the divine weapons is.
The Ningbi Divine Sword appeared in the hands of Zhuge Wuji. Zhuge Wuji practiced swordsmanship, but it would be a bit unreasonable if he didn't even have a capable magic weapon.
Among the ten great weapons, it seems that swords alone have occupied three places. The Yuxu Sword, the Coiling Dragon Sword, and the Heaven-Destroying Spear. These three great weapons are now in the hands of Nangong Chu.
The master is Ling Juechen, one of the top ten magic weapons in the ancient martial arts world, but five great magic weapons have already reappeared in the world.
As for the other five magic weapons, no one knows whether they were lost or collected by others.
"A good sword, the sword is like a man, the man is like a sword, the man and the sword are one!" When the old monk saw Zhuge Wuji showing off his sword, his cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with light.
Zhuge Wuji felt awe-struck. This old monk was not simple. He actually revealed my level of swordsmanship with one word. This old monk was definitely a powerful opponent. I never expected that there would be such a master in the island country of Japan.
"I'll ask you for the last time, where is Iga Dragon!" Zhuge Wuji's fighting spirit has been aroused by meeting a strong man who can rival him at Jingangfeng Temple.
Masters are lonely and opponents are hard to find. The old monk is definitely a rare opponent.
"I don't know!" The old monk's answer was so direct that Zhuge Wuji thought he had heard it wrong. Could it be that the old monk was stupid and didn't know that the consequences of his answer would be serious?
"Very good!" Zhuge Wuji was also very direct. He immediately shook his sword, and a crisp sword cry of "Buzz!" rose into the sky and was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.
The heart-stopping murderous aura and the dazzling sword light are declaring that Zhuge Wuji is not joking, he is really going on a killing spree.
"Sweep all directions with one sword!" Zhuge Wuji shouted softly, and the Ningbi Sword in his hand immediately turned into a series of green dragons, rushing out in all directions and eating away wildly.
The vast sword energy swept out like a turbulent wave. A strong wind lifted up the fallen leaves on the ground, raising dust on the ground. With Zhuge Wuji as the center, the dust and fallen leaves surged outward in a circle.
When you come out, fallen leaves are flying all around
"Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!" The leader of the old monk's words were still so calm, but his palms made one after another handprints towards Zhuge Wuji's seals.
The dazzling golden handprints collided with the rising green sword energy, making loud noises that shook the forest and startled countless birds in the forest.
The hand seals formed by the old monk sent out powerful energy fluctuations, which actually intercepted all the sword light that swept out. The hand seals and the sword light dissipated at the same time.
The majestic residual power caused hundreds of monks surrounded by the impact to stagger. In panic, they all retreated far away, not daring to come closer.
"Very good, let's see whether my sword is more powerful or your seal technique is better!" Zhuge Wuji was full of fighting spirit, and the Ningbi Divine Sword in his hand vibrated continuously, and he killed the old monk.
The green sword light tore through the void, attacking the old monk from all directions. The sword strikes were incredibly fast, but the sword energy moving so quickly in the void did not make any sound of breaking through the air.
This is an innately accomplished warrior who completely ignores the effect of air resistance. His moves are as fast as lightning, extremely fast and violent, but silent and hard to guard against.
The group of equally old monks behind the old monk had all retreated at this time. In a battle of this level, these people were not qualified to intervene.
The old monk was okay. He continued to make seals in his hands, and his body began to glow with a faint golden light, like a golden Arhat, exuding a peaceful and comfortable aura, but this aura was extremely powerful.
"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"...
Loud noises were heard one after another, and the whole world seemed to be trembling with the loud noises. The old monk's hands seemed to be everywhere, front and back, left and right, and seals appeared, which actually protected his whole body completely.
"Innate Domain!" After Zhuge Wuji saw that the sword moves were fruitless, he immediately used the magical power at the bottom of the box. Suddenly, a strange wave spread rapidly from Zhuge Wuji's body, and the cloth spread out.
The old monk enveloped him
"The Angry-Eye King Kong!" The moment the old monk was shrouded in Zhuge Wuji's domain, his body was filled with golden light, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden flames.
At the same time, the old monk pressed the seals with his hands forward, and endless golden light suddenly surged out, like a surging golden river, breaking through a gap in Zhuge Wuji's domain force field. Then, the old monk
Then he rushed out of the gap.
"Good guy!" Zhuge Wuji's eyes widened in anger, his body shook violently, and his domain was broken. He received a huge impact, his head was buzzing, and he felt like the world was spinning.
The innate domain is the product of the combination of God and Qi. It is the supernatural power produced by the complete integration of mental power and one's own skill. If the domain is broken, not only the body will be affected, but also the mental power will be damaged.
"Chasing the stars and chasing the sun!" Zhuge Wuji is also one of the few strong ones among the innate warriors. He immediately came back to his senses, waved his hand and fired the Ningbi sword towards the old monk.
The Ningbi sword immediately turned into a cold sword light, stabbing the condensed sword energy towards the old monk, revealing endless chill, and the surrounding temperature immediately dropped.
With a sound of "Boom!", the sword light that stabbed in front of the old monk was blown away by the old monk's defense with Buddhist seals. It was really abnormal. It was like wearing an extremely strong turtle shell, which could not be broken even if it was smashed.
"Guide the sword with God, and fly the sword into the air!" Zhuge Wuji shouted lowly, and the sword light that was blown away by the old monk suddenly turned in the air and flew back towards the old monk. At the same time, the sword light surged ten times.
Zhang, he rolled towards the old monk.
"The art of flying swords?" The old monk was moved. He has lived a long time and has experienced a lot. However, he knows Zhuge Wuji's magical power.
The old monk immediately flew back to avoid the strangulation of the ten-foot-long sword light that emitted terrifying sword energy fluctuations. He did not dare to fight Zhuge Wuji's sword light.