Zenxin Temple is located halfway up the mountainside of Feilai Peak.
However, the place for the decisive battle between the two strong men was not in Zenxin Temple, but at the top of Feilai Peak.
After all, Wu Sheng's attack power is so powerful that he can destroy mountains and rivers with just a flip of his palm. If they really fight in Zenxin Temple, half of the temple will be destroyed afterwards.
As everyone approached the top of the mountain, they saw a middle-aged monk already sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. He was the founder of Zenxin Temple, Mu Xinzhi knew.
"I have met His Majesty."
Mu Xinzhi suddenly spoke.
Everyone turned around quickly, only to find that Sima Tongsheng had gotten off the dragon chariot at some unknown time and was standing on the top of a big tree in the distance with his hands behind his back.
"Haha, master, don't pay attention to me and concentrate on recharging your strength. I am very interested in the outcome of this battle."
Sima Tongsheng smiled lightly.
"Well, I hope that today's battle will not disappoint His Majesty."
Mu Xinzhi raised his palms and said, then he continued to close his eyes and regulate his breathing.
There was probably a stick of incense passed by.
Suddenly, a shocking sword force rose from the bottom of the mountain, splitting everyone's hearts like thunder from the sky.
Everyone hurriedly looked down the mountain and saw a middle-aged man in green clothes walking towards the official road, carrying a long sword on his back.
The man's steps were steady, his face was calm, and he walked up the mountain step by step in a leisurely manner.
"It's Jian Chi, he's finally here!"
"Why is he walking so slowly? He doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all?"
"He is building up his strength, just like Mu Xinzhi is sitting there adjusting his breath. They are both constantly improving their condition. It can be said that although the two have not started fighting yet, they have already started a competition on another level."
Everyone was whispering and just watching Jian Chi walking up the mountain road step by step.
The sword-crazy person comes from the Jianghu Sect, the Fengyu Sword Sect, and has been addicted to swords since he was a child.
This person is about the same age as Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi.
But it is different from the fact that the two of them have been gifted with geniuses or met strange people since they were young.
The former swordsman was not very talented, nor did he have many adventures. He was just obsessed with practicing swordsmanship.
In the early years, when Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi had become masters, Jian Chi was still a warrior in the acquired realm.
But thirty years ago in the East China Sea, after the swordsman obtained the Unnamed Taoist Sutra, he began to practice in seclusion, focusing on studying the Taoist Sutra and the way of swordsmanship, paying little attention to the common things outside.
Perhaps it was because of his sincerity in swordsmanship that ten years ago, he actually comprehended a set of "Shocking Sword Codex" from the Unnamed Taoist Sutra.
Since then, Jian Chi's cultivation has been advancing by leaps and bounds. In just ten years, he has gone from the acquired realm to the realm of innate and grandmaster, and has stepped into the realm of martial saint.
Such an encounter, although it cannot be said to be a sudden enlightenment or enlightenment, is rare in the world.
A stick of incense!
Two sticks of incense!
Three sticks of incense!
Jian Chi just walked step by step, no one dared to rush him.
In front of him, everyone moved away to both sides for fear of being hit by his shocking sword power and being seriously injured.
After a long time, Jian Chi finally reached the top of the mountain, only eighteen steps away from Mu Xinzhi.
step!
In vain, the sword power all over Jian Chi's body doubled!
Two steps!
The power of the sword doubled again!
Three steps...four steps...five steps...
When Jian Chi reached the ninth step, his sword power had already soared into the sky, shaking the world.
At the same time, Mu Xinzhi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly stood up. His whole body was full of Zen and majesty, as if the Buddha had come to the world.
Zheng!
The long sword behind Jian Chi's back was unsheathed, and the sharp sword energy slashed towards Mu Xinzhi like the heaven and earth were created.
"My Buddha is compassionate!"
Mu Xinzhi chanted the Buddha's name, raised his left hand in front of his chest, and held a flower with one finger on his right hand.
Everyone felt that they were hallucinating. They seemed to see a tall Buddha statue standing behind Mu Xinzhi.
The Buddha statue also smiled like Mu Xinzhi and stretched out his hand to block Jian Chi's terrifying sword energy.
boom!
The sword force collided with the Buddha's force, and a terrifying force suddenly radiated. The entire mountain was shattered, and dust flew into the sky.
Fortunately, the onlookers were standing relatively far away, otherwise hundreds or even thousands of people would have died in just one moment.
In the dust all over the sky, the sharp sword energy and the bright Buddha's light kept clashing, and even the clouds in the sky were stirred.
Everyone was dumbfounded. Is this the strength of the strong Martial Saint?
Their strength is so terrifying that it is not an exaggeration to say that they can withstand thousands of armies with one force.
After a long time.
The dust in the sky gradually dispersed, and everyone quickly stared into the distance.
On the top of the ruined mountain top, Jian Chi and Mu Xinzhi were still standing nine steps apart, as if they had not moved.
Suddenly, Jian Chi said: "As expected of the Supreme Buddha, I lost."
"Amitabha!"
Mu Xinzhi clasped his hands together: "It's just a difference of one move. It doesn't count as a win or loss. The poor monk just has the advantage of the home court."
"Master, don't be humble. At our level of cultivation, there is no difference between home and away games, because there are very few things in the world that can shake our minds."
"Lost! Just lost! I am not a person who cannot afford to lose, but in the future when my cultivation level improves, I will still challenge you again. Farewell!"
The sword idiot sheathed his sword and jumped down the mountain. After several ups and downs, he had reached the foot of the mountain.
At this time, the top of the mountain was still quiet, and everyone had not recovered from the shocking battle just now.
Even though Jian Chi lost, no one present dared to mock him in the slightest.
After all, even if the Sword Maniac counts, he will still lose to other Martial Saints. As for them, I'm afraid they won't be able to catch even half of their swords.
Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi looked at Jian Chi who was gradually retreating on the official road with solemn eyes.
A thought came to their minds almost at the same time - when Jian Chi comes out of seclusion next time, his strength will probably surpass the two of them.
The two of them couldn't help but think of what Zhao Mu once said thirty years ago during the Wizard of the East China Sea.
At that time, Zhao Mu told them that if they could put down their secular affairs and concentrate on cultivation, they would probably enter the realm of gods and humans in the future.
But unfortunately, they did not listen to Zhao Mu after all.
For thirty years, they have been unable to let go of the power in their hands and have been sinking in the world of mortals, unable to extricate themselves.
Despite relying on their extreme talents, they have all entered the realm of martial saints.
But since then, their cultivation has been slow to progress for a long time, and now they are almost being caught up by the backward sword enthusiasts.
"Is it true that we will never have the chance to break through the heavens in this life?"
The two of them sighed silently in their hearts.
"I wonder where your husband is now. If you can find him, I really want to ask him again if we still have a chance."
in the crowd.
"Sword crazy! I didn't expect that such an interesting person would come out of the Jin Dynasty."
"Sincerity with the sword and no distractions, maybe he will be the first person to ascend to heaven in the Jin Dynasty in the future."
Zhao Mu praised him, turned around and went down the mountain: "Let's go, we should go somewhere else."
"Don't you see them?"
Zhou Yue looked at Mu Xinzhi and Sima Tongsheng.
"They're gone. Save yourself the trouble. Let's meet again when I need their help in the future."
Zhao Mu shook his head, took the two girls straight down the mountain, and continued to travel around the world.