I saw that the Zen staff and the long sword were both incredible magic weapons, and I also thought about Caihua’s God-Slaying and Ten Thousand-Slaying technique. Compared with real magic weapons like Xuanmen, they are really inferior to scum.
"Xuankong, it's really not easy for you to survive so many moves with me. You can be regarded as inheriting Wuxiang's true heritage. I don't have time to waste time with you, just watch your moves!"
"Xuankong?" I looked at the young monk and couldn't help but let out a surprised sound.
If I remember correctly, Bai Lian once mentioned this monk to me. Master Wuxiang unfortunately passed away while accompanying Yama Jun to save hundreds of ghosts in Purple Mountain. The position of presiding over fell into the hands of his direct disciple Xuan Kong, who was proficient in seventy-two
Curses, and many lost spells.
Bai Lian also hoped to ask Xuankong to treat me who was severely injured by Chen Youliang at that time, but I later declined. Unexpectedly, we met today and realized that Xuankong looked so young, which was very different from the old monk I imagined.
But at this moment, Xuan Kong was not pleased. His hand holding the Buddhist bead was trembling. Although he was eager to chant the spell, the Buddha's light could not block the power of the black sword.
This is when I broke through the evil formation that sealed the mountain. From this, I can tell that Fa Kong must have suffered a big loss before.
I saw the black-robed swordsman sneered, pointed his finger at the sky, the blade of the sword increased tenfold, and the black energy surged, filling the sky above the entire temple, "Xuankong, everything should be over, just die."
"Clang!" With a sound, the black sword suddenly split into two. The two sides attacked each other, and Xuan Kong's Zen staff broke in response.
"Boom!" Suddenly all the monks in the temple vomited blood. Many of the weaker ones were backfired by the overbearing black energy and fainted on the spot.
On the other hand, the swordsmen over there were not feeling well, and their bodies were shaking. It was obvious that the two sides were competing for their overall strength, but the swordsman side clearly had the upper hand.
"Amitabha!" Xuan Kong recited the Buddha's name loudly, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately! I hope Donor Li can turn around and be safe!"
"It's time to look back. You bald donkeys, all of you pretend to be benevolent and righteous. Why did you seize my Divine Sword Villa and end the hundreds of years of feud between our Divine Sword Sect? Just dream of your spring and autumn dreams." The swordsman in black looked awe-inspiring.
He shouted loudly, his sinister face twisted with anger.
"Old Qin, this man seems to be Li Yuantong, a disciple of Sword Master Dugu Bubai!" Ma Tiexin lowered his voice.
"Sword Master?" I looked at him in surprise.
"At first glance, you are an idiot who has been in Xuanmen for a long time and knows nothing about martial arts. The masters in Xuanxiu are naturally Jin Aoyang, Lao Yanjun, Zhang Da and other good and evil sects. However, martial arts talents in Jianghu are also emerging in large numbers. For example, Dugu Bubai,
He is the most famous swordsman in the world. Legend has it that he is invincible in the Xuanmen world. Of course, not many people fight against him, especially in Xuanmen, because he never spares anyone with his sword. So it is difficult to know his true strength.
How, I heard from my uncle that the old man of the Jin family, Jin Wudi, the grandfather of Jin Taibao, once had a fight with Dugu Bubai, but no one knew who won and who lost. It’s just that old man Jin never stepped out again.
One step ahead of Jinjiabao. However, Dugu Bubai has disappeared long ago. Unexpectedly, he is the descendant of the former swordsman in Wuliang Mountain. No wonder a sword can traverse the Xuanmen Jianghu." Ma Tiexin said quickly.
With the domineering power of Jinmai and the domineering name of Mr. Jin, I knew that the old man must have been a warlike and passionate man in the past, but I never thought that he would retreat after the first battle. I figured that the old man would probably lose.
"I just don't know what the grudge is between Tianlong Temple and Shenjian Sect. The two sides have reached such a life-and-death fight." I thought to myself.
Just as he was talking, Li Yuantong was so angry that he controlled the black magic sword and shot it towards Xuan Kong.
Xuankong and the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple had already been severely injured, and how could they resist.
"The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe is the sun and the moon, the divine words and sword tactics are as urgent as laws and regulations! Quick!"
I saw the domineering momentum of the black sword, and knew that ordinary magic could not stop it. Without even thinking about it, except for the Water God Thunder Curse, my strongest killing move, the Divine Sword Technique, was instantly released.
"Boom!" A shining golden sword instantly took away most of my energy and slammed into Li Yuantong's black sword.
"Huh?" Li Yuantong didn't expect that I would rush out of the way. The black sword was immediately hit hard by my divine sword and flew back to his hand. His body shook slightly and he said in shock: "Who are you?"
I also felt very uncomfortable with this collision. Not only did my vitality consume a lot, my soul sea was also shaking. This black sword has a lot of evil aura, and it is a physical spiritual sword, while my divine sword is purely transformed by my vitality, so it is difficult to control it.
The requirements for energy and spirit are extremely high.
If Li Yuantong and Xuan Kong hadn't spent a lot of energy in excitement, and I had broken the evil bead and made a temporary sneak attack, I might not have been able to take advantage.
"You can call me Yan Jun, or you can call me Qin Jian!" I walked proudly to the square and smiled.
"Did you break my Heavenly Demon Bead?" His face darkened, he stood up displeased, pointed at me and cursed angrily.
"That's right, just a black magic bead can be broken with a finger. Li Yuantong, the Buddhist wall of Tianlong Temple has been restored. Soon all the monks here will recover quickly. As for you, the evil energy around you will inevitably be counterattacked. I
If it were you, I wouldn't bother you anymore." I walked up to him and sneered proudly.
Li Yuantong's face was stern, and the evil sword in his hand was buzzing and ready to move, but I did not give in. The divine sword above my head was sacrificed again, which contrasted with the golden light above the Buddhist temple, exuding unparalleled awe-inspiring righteousness.
"Yan Jun, this is the grudge between our Divine Sword Sect and Tianlong Temple. It has nothing to do with you. You have to give in wisely, otherwise you will never have peace again." Li Yuantong pointed at my face and shouted.
I was not afraid, and smiled slightly and said: "As long as it's Xuanmen affairs, it's all under my control. Tianlong Temple is a part of Xuanmen. Do you think it has anything to do with me? I'm warning you, it's still too late to get out now, otherwise,
You will be massacred by the entire Xuanmen, and I will reduce your Divine Sword Sect to ashes. If you don’t believe me, you can try it.”
I didn't say this to scare him. Since the burning of Sanwangling, my popularity has reached its peak, and I can issue killing orders in various sects to strangle the remnants of the Divine Sword Sect.
Li Yuantong obviously knew my name, his eyes flickered with confusion. After a moment, he sneered, raised his hand and shouted: "Retreat!"
"Xuankong, and you bald donkeys, please listen to me. As long as I, Li Yuantong, live for one day, you will never live in peace. There will be no peace in this life." Li Yuantong pointed at Xuankong and shouted.
After saying this, the long sword in his hand rose into the air and quickly carved the eight characters on a statue of Manjusri Bodhisattva in the square.
"Amitabha, when will it be time to retaliate against wrongs!" Xuan Kong recited the Buddha's name loudly, and all the monks expressed their gratitude.
"And you, if it wasn't for Junior Brother Cao's sake, your blood would have been spilled here today, boy, take care of yourself." Li Yuantong sneered at me very domineeringly.
After saying that, he led all his disciples and left.
"Junior Brother Cao?"
I suddenly thought of Cao Baoer's shocking swordsmanship. It seemed that the junior brother Cao he was talking about must be the president. When I thought about it, I understood.
Chairman Cao and I are now at the perfect time for cooperation. At least we haven't reached the point where we have to kill each other. If Chairman Cao were his junior brother, he really wouldn't dare to attack me.
It turns out that Bao'er is the inheritor of the Sword Master. No wonder she has such amazing swordsmanship at such a young age.
At the same time, I also understood why the Killer Guild makes people so fearful. Having such a terrifying backing is enough for them to have no fear at all.
If Yan Jun is the master of Xuanmen, then Sword Master Dugu Bubai is a legend in the world, a master that no one dares to offend.
But judging from the sword moves, Bao'er's route is relatively light and agile, and it is very strong and righteous, unlike the evil swordsmanship.
And this Li Yuantong is full of evil spirit. His swordsmanship is mainly using the spirit sword to control the sword, and using the spirit sword to improve his skills. The two are very different.
If their inheritance comes from Dugu Bubai, then this person should be a master of both good and evil, and his strength is so terrifying that people cannot even imagine it.
"It's God's will to save my heavenly dragon when Lord Yama comes in person, Amitabha!" Xuan Kong stood up and walked towards me.
Xuan Kong's face is very peaceful, with the Buddha's light shining all over it, making people feel like taking a breath of spring breeze, and he has the demeanor of an eminent monk.
"Master Xuankong is welcome." I smiled and nodded.
Xuankong glanced at me and said: "Yan Jun's demonic energy attacks the heart, so be careful."
I was slightly surprised. To be honest, apart from being irritated, I didn't feel any other discomfort at all. Xuan Kong actually pointed it out at a glance. With his cultivation level, he could naturally see the problem. It seemed that I really had to be careful.
"Talk inside!" I raised my hand to hint.
Xuankong nodded and personally led me to the Buddhist hall at the back.
"How can we prevent demons from entering us when we have monsters in our body? This is why I came to Tianlong Temple this time." When I arrived at the Buddhist hall, I saw no one around, so I came straight to the point.
After saying that, I took out the seven-star lamp from my arms and took off the magic weapon on it. Immediately, the evil energy filled the entire Buddhist hall.
"Amitabha." Xuankong looked stern, clasped his palms together, looked at the real statue of Sakyamuni in the center of the hall, and immediately bowed three times. Suddenly, the Buddha's golden body shone brightly, and tens of thousands of rays shot out from his eyes.
The characters are shrouded in the seven-star lantern.
After the demonic energy of the seven-star lamp was suppressed by the Buddha's swastika, it seemed to be spiritual and did not resist. It obediently returned to the Bagua-shaped oil furnace below.
Xuankong shook his head secretly and sighed: "Mr. Yan, please forgive me for speaking frankly. There is a real demon in this seven-star lamp, and it has demonic nature. It is not the remnant of ordinary demonic energy."
"If the devil hides in the artifact, won't he bring about his own destruction?" I frowned.
Xuankong recited the Buddha's name and said: "Yan Jun doesn't know that this seven-star lamp was originally in the hands of Wuhou. Wuhou's method failed and he was killed by Wei Yan who was controlled by the evil spirit. The lamp also fell into the hands of Wei Yan. Wei Yan was
General Ma beheaded him, and General Ma never mentioned the lamp again. This was because the lamp had long been defiled by Wei Yan. When Wei Yan died, the demon soul settled in. He was prone to killing and domineering, so whoever gets this lamp will be his demon.
Under the control of the soul, he caused a bloody storm and even cost his own life. Isn't this the end of King Hong Tian?"