Looking at the white jade divine sword hanging alone in the night sky, the four holy monks who were originally in the ancient well couldn't help but change their expressions slightly, and softly shouted the Buddha's name.
As the top masters of the Buddhist sect, each of the four has been famous in the world for more than sixty years. Although they eat fast, chant the Buddha's name, and practice Zen quietly, they have been fighting against the demon sect for many years, and their martial arts knowledge can be said to be very extensive.
In the brief exchange just now, they had already keenly noticed that Meng Xiuyuan was quite different from all the martial arts masters they had come into contact with before.
Seeing this flying sword hanging in the air now, they had to admit that the martial arts of the young man in front of them was somewhat beyond their comprehension to some extent.
It's a pity that after all the truth has been said, it's time to fight. Although the four of them are impressed by Meng Xiuyuan's words and admire the young man's martial arts in front of them, as leaders of the Buddhist sect, it is difficult for them to surrender without a fight and defeat the Buddhist sect.
Hundreds of years of reputation were handed over to others.
"I lived to be a hundred years old. I never expected that I would be able to broaden my horizons today. It is really a blessing.
Meng Shizhu is gifted by nature, and his martial arts breaks the conventional rules of the world and is elusive.
In this case, let the four of me try out the moves for you..."
Master Jiaxiang sighed deeply, then stepped back half a step and stood next to the remaining three monks.
In just this moment, the energy of the four monks merged into one, and they were indistinguishable from each other. Compared to the time when the three monks Dao Xin, Wisdom, and Emperor Xin joined forces just now, the energy suddenly increased by more than double.
Obviously, Master Jiaxiang, who has a skinny figure and a kind face, is the strongest among the four holy monks.
"Four masters, please..."
Meng Xiuyuan nodded and said softly, but then he didn't take any action and closed his eyes slightly.
When the four old monks saw this, even though they had rich experience in facing enemies, they couldn't help but feel a little confused for a while.
It wasn't until a moment later that the four of them subconsciously looked at the white jade flying sword above their heads, and then they suddenly felt like a light on their backs, and they felt an extremely terrifying warning.
Just because of the flying sword hanging in the night sky, the light suddenly increased several times at some point, and the blazing white light was already very dazzling.
"attack!"
Seeing this, the four monks all felt bad. They felt that when the flying sword fell, it would be impossible for the four of them to resist it. So with a low drink, the four of them ignored the demeanor of the senior monks and hurried to Meng Xiuyuan.
Running in front of me.
The two sides were several feet apart. Based on the light skills of the four holy monks, the distance was only a moment. But at this moment, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly opened his eyes.
"Holy monk, be careful..."
Meng Xiuyuan said softly, and at the same time, his sword finger was pointed out quickly.
Different from the past, there was no Gang Jinqi sword stretched out in his hand at this moment, and there was no trace of true energy surging in his body. Only the white jade divine sword in the sky suddenly turned into a stream of light, cutting through the night sky and falling straight down.
The speed of the sword light completely exceeded the expectations of the four monks. Even if their spiritual senses warned them in advance, the four of them would not have a chance to dodge.
However, the four holy monks are the world's top masters after all, and in a moment, they still made the most ingenious and reasonable response.
I saw the three monks Jiaxiang, Daoxin, and Zhizhi suddenly sneaking behind the Venerable Emperor Xin and placing their hands on his back. Immediately, they saw the Zen staff in the Venerable Emperor Xin's hand suddenly come out, carrying four people with him.
The extremely powerful Buddhist energy went straight towards the sword light above the four people.
The next moment, there was a loud "Dang!" sound, and the fine iron Zen staff, which was full of Buddhist true energy, collapsed at the first touch and was cut into two pieces in the air.
Meng Xiuyuan's sword light was slightly deflected by the huge force carried by the Zen staff, passed by the four monks, and shot straight through the thick stone bridge deck without losing any momentum, falling straight down.
Enter the Luo River.
The gravel splashed and the loud noise spread across both sides of Luoshui River.
For a moment, both the four holy monks who were involved, as well as Shi Feixuan and the Dugu clan as bystanders, were all deeply shocked by the power of this sword, and it was hard to describe for a long time.
After a while, Lord Emperor Xin suddenly turned his head to look at Meng Xiuyuan, clasped his hands together in a salute, and said warmly:
"Donor Meng, thank you for your mercy just now and sparing the lives of four of me..."
As the executor of the combined strike, Lord Emperor Xin felt the pressure of this sword most deeply, and he also understood Meng Xiuyuan's flying sword technique the most clearly.
He understood that the reason why Meng Xiuyuan's flying sword could so easily cut off the Zen staff thrown by the four people was because there was some mysterious connection between Meng Xiuyuan and the white jade long sword, which could continuously transfer the spirit and true spirit.
The energy transmitted to the sword is naturally stronger than the death force that has been released from the hand.
And it is precisely because of this that Meng Xiuyuan only needed to use his thoughts to slightly correct the trajectory of the sword just now. At this moment, at least one of the four of him would be seriously injured and killed, and there was no way he would be spared.
It was obviously Meng Xiuyuan's intention to hold back, which was why the sword light landed on the stone bridge.
After thinking about this, Lord Emperor Xin was very grateful to Meng Xiuyuan, so he had a faint heart to admit defeat.
However, after hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan shook his head and replied seriously:
"Your Majesty, there is no need for this. We have agreed to learn martial arts. It is the rule of the fight not to hurt people's lives.
I overestimated myself. I thought I had mastered the flying sword technique due to my recent breakthroughs in spiritual cultivation.
Unexpectedly, this move is not very mature yet. It can be fired but not taken back. It cannot be controlled as expected, and it cannot hurt people without killing.
Therefore, the four of you are not considered defeated by me, please continue to attack."
When the four holy monks heard what Meng Xiuyuan said, their expressions changed slightly, and they couldn't help but have a little more respect for the young man in front of them. The four of them exchanged a look, and then heard a faint sigh, and Jiaxiang said:
"Amitabha... Benefactor Meng's kindness and generosity really puts the four of us to shame.
It's just that today's matter has long-term implications, and due to our limited status, we have to go all out.
So, please ask the benefactor to accept our move..."
As they spoke, the true energy of the four holy monks surged around their bodies, rising steadily. In Meng Xiuyuan's spiritual awareness, it suddenly doubled in intensity without warning, and was still rising rapidly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Obviously, these four people used some secret method of stimulating potential in Buddhism to stimulate the energy and spirit that they had accumulated for hundreds of years, and wanted to fight Meng Xiuyuan with one move.
Meng Xiuyuan was aware of the unique skills of Buddhism and was looking forward to a strong enemy that would allow him to fight freely, so he did not stop them and just stood aside and waited calmly.
After a while, the four people's faces were dimly glowed with golden light, and their auras reached their peak. When Jiaxiang spoke again, the Sanskrit sounds were floating and moving, as if they had come from the Paradise of Paradise in the far west:
“All conditioned phenomena are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.
One-finger Zen, please be careful..."
After saying this, Jiaxiang slowly stretched out a finger and pointed at Meng Xiuyuan's chest from a distance of several feet.
Just like Meng Xiuyuan's sword finger just now, Jiaxiang's finger also lacks any strong energy, and the force of the finger is shot out, as if it is a joke.
However, Meng Xiuyuan's spiritual awareness suddenly felt extremely stressful. He had never suffered such a magnificent blow in his life.
In a daze, Meng Xiuyuan could vaguely see a shadow of an Arhat more than ten feet tall appearing above the heads of the four old monks. He stretched out a finger as thick as Optimus Prime and pressed down on him from above.
Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan was not afraid, and immediately used his full strength to stretch out a sword finger and use the sharp air sword to greet the phantom of the sky-reaching Arhat.
For a moment, the strong wind swept across all directions, causing Meng Xiuyuan's clothes to flutter, and the Luo River under the bridge to surge.
Yi Zhi, who had gathered all the energy and spirit of the four great monks throughout his life, was truly extraordinary, and he was evenly matched with Meng Xiuyuan. For a while, the two sides were indistinguishable, and the situation fell into a stalemate.
This consumption competition was originally quite beneficial to Meng Xiuyuan, but at this critical moment, a force suddenly came close to the stone bridge deck and swept towards Meng Xiuyuan's footwall.
This energy actually came from Master Daoxin, who secretly shot it towards the stone pillar next to the bridge before Jiaxiang pointed out. The energy was slow and tough, and it was only at this moment that it was refracted by the stone pillar and struck in front of Meng Xiuyuan.
It was obvious that the holy monk had planned carefully and had anticipated that the four of them might not be able to capture Meng Xiuyuan with all their strength, so he deliberately used a back-up move as a way to break the situation.
Meng Xiuyuan frowned. He was fighting with all his strength. Although he had sensed this energy in advance, he could no longer distinguish how to resist it. Because as long as the energy in his hand was slightly weak at the moment, he would probably be hit by that shocking finger.
fell on his head.
For a moment, Meng Xiuyuan had made up his mind and suddenly jumped back and fell into the Luoshui River under the Tianjin Bridge.
Seeing this scene, both the four holy monks who were involved and the concubine Xuan who was watching the battle were extremely puzzled in their hearts. They felt that Meng Xiuyuan was no different from admitting defeat.
After all, even if Meng Xiuyuan's skills are extraordinary and he can stand on water, he is still not as stable and powerful as on the ground. When the four holy monks' shocking fingers fall again, I am afraid that he will no longer be able to resist.
But surprise is surprise, the offensive of the four great holy monks did not stop at all. The one-fingered Zen of the Phantom Arhat was still chasing Meng Xiuyuan, vigorously pushing away the Luoshui that was several feet in diameter, showing a deep shape on the water.
Deep dents.
Meng Xiuyuan was pressed by the force of this finger, and his falling speed became faster and faster, as if he was about to be pushed into the bottom of the water and defeated in the next moment. But the moment he pointed his toes on the water, he saw a white light suddenly appear on the bottom of the river.
The next moment, the white jade long sword was seen breaking through the water, falling into Meng Xiuyuan's hand, breaking through the four monks' fingers with his body, and rushing upwards.
Seeing this, the four holy monks knew something was wrong. With their rich experience, they did not continue to press blindly. Instead, they slowly withdrew their power and prepared for a stronger attack.
A moment later, Meng Xiuyuan held a white jade sword in his hand and slowly floated from the edge of the bridge until he stopped when he was more than ten feet higher than the bridge deck.
When the four holy monks saw the strange sight of Meng Xiuyuan standing in the sky with a sword, they were extremely amazed, but they were unable to say anything more. They shouted in unison, and the four of them poured out all their remaining energy and spirit.
Pour it into one finger and point it towards Meng Xiu from a distance.
The divine sword in Meng Xiuyuan's hand became more and more radiant. The dazzling white light almost encompassed Meng Xiuyuan's entire body, making the man and the sword light become one.
Immediately, without any need for words, the shocking finger power and the white sword light collided in a tacit understanding.
The wind and waves stirred, and the air and thunder roared. After a while, Meng Xiuyuan was seen standing calmly on the bridge with his sword in his fingers, while the four holy monks were all lying on the ground slumped.
The confrontation at this moment was too short and too dazzling, so that no one in the Dugu clan on the ship could see clearly what happened.
Only the master Fei Xuan on the side had profound skills and stood close to him, could he barely see some of the secrets.
In a daze, Shifei Xuan only remembered that two full moons seemed to appear above Luoshui. The light of the sword was like moonlight, bright and moving, making it unforgettable for her for the rest of her life.
This chapter took a lot of time to write, and I went back and forth to delete, edit, and revise it. I’m sorry for posting it late.