The huge mansion was shaken instantly, and the servants instinctively covered their ears with expressions of pain on their faces. Tang Yanyue, who was practicing in the house, felt an indescribable sense of crisis, forcing her to subconsciously move back, hoping to get away from the source of danger as soon as possible.
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Boom!
Tang Yun breathed a long sigh of relief, and all the strange phenomena completely dissipated with the stagnation of his skills. He saw that the backyard training ground was already in a mess. The bluestone seemed to have been thrown into the mixer, and the breeze blew up the dust.
Physique... is thirty-nine.
let's go!
System: Do you want to enter the dungeon Blood Sacrifice City?
Boom!!!
Tang Yun responded to the call and gradually frowned, only to see Tang Yanyue standing up from the ruins in a somewhat embarrassed manner, staring at a figure in front of her.
Dust filled the air, and a vague figure walked through it, walking steadily and holding something like a Zen staff.
Monk?
Tang Yun just had this suspicion in his mind, and then he heard the chanting of Buddha's chant: "Amitabha, the monster still dares to resist? You must put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately..."
Buzz…
The Zen staff trembles slightly, and the sound waves roll.
Tang Yanyue's pupils were extremely constricted, her pretty face was pale as she stared at the heavy object mixed with rich golden light, she felt an indescribable feeling of despair welling up in her heart.
Bang!!!
The sound of collision resounded around her, and the dust and smoke that filled the air was exploded and flew away in an instant. The expected severe pain did not come. She opened her eyes subconsciously, but saw a familiar figure appearing in front of her.
Tang Yun!
After nearly dying, Tang Yanyue felt her nose was sore and her eyes had a vague feeling of aches and pains. The big stone in her heart fell unconsciously, and a kind of relief called peace of mind poured into her heart.
Tang Yun narrowed his eyes, looked at the strangely dressed monk in front of him, and tugged at the corner of his lips with a sneer: "You are so brave in Jingang Temple. You actually dare to act recklessly in the city, and it is also the center of the Zhenwu Pavilion... very good."
The monk glanced at his clothes, his heart suddenly sank, and he had to explain: "Sir, that woman is not a human, but a Shura.
The poor monk's action is to slay demons. You are not a member of my Buddhist sect and cannot detect his disguise. You can prove it to your lord after the poor monk captures him."
bass……
The blade of the sword rubbed against the Zen staff, and dazzling sparks burst out.
Tang Yun used his strength, and the blade of his sword drew a crescent moon, and he quickly bit the opponent's wrist like lightning. His energy and blood surged and roared like thunder. With the burst of force, cracks spread out from the ground under his feet in all directions.
collapse!
The Zen staff trembled. The monk obviously did not expect that Tang Yun would not give up after he explained the situation. He also did not expect that the other person seemed to be young, but his cultivation level was on par with him.
The bluestone shattered with the sound, and the monk's eyes were about to burst. He tried his best to hold the terrifying sword, and roared. The ear-splitting sound waves came in waves, and thunder rolled in a radius of hundreds of feet.
Sonic martial arts?
Lion's roar skill?
Tang Yun raised his eyebrows and suppressed the buzzing in his ears. His left hand suddenly reached out, like an eagle's claw passing by. In a moment, it passed through the Zen staff and got stuck on the monk's wrist. Qi and blood burst out, penetrating into the fingertips like a bloody claw to break the opponent's veins.
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With the lack of energy and blood supply, the monk felt that one of his hands had lost all feeling in an instant, and he could no longer use any strength. He could no longer hold up the powerful and heavy chopping sword. His knees buckled, and he was half-kneeling on the ground due to Tang Yun's fierce pressure.
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Zhi...
Sparks were flying everywhere, Tang Yun used his body skills, stepped to his left, and slashed his neck with his side sword. This posture was obviously meant to kill someone.
King Kong.
The monk didn't have time to think about it, and he roared and started to use the technique. He saw the power of golden qi and blood mixed with blood, immediately showing through the pores and forming a layer of golden body that shimmered like glass on the body surface.
At the same time, he suddenly lowered his head, passed the Zen staff obliquely, and threw the head of the staff towards Tang Yun's shoulder, trying to force the opponent to give up the move with a counterattack and give himself a chance to breathe.
However, Tang Yun Feiyun's step was particularly weird. It seemed to be facing left, but in fact it left a series of afterimages. The real body appeared on his right, and Broken Dream dragged diagonally across the opponent's neck, making a harsh hissing sound.
"This technique is so powerful."
Tang Yun secretly clicked his tongue in his heart, and came up behind the opponent. Without hesitation, he immediately faced the opponent's neck, spun around, gathered his energy and blood, and slashed out with a sword.
Crazy wand method.
The monk's movements were extremely fast. Without Tang Yun's suppression, he instantly stood up and took a step forward. While pulling away, the Zen staff in his hand drew an arc like a giant hammer and collided with the sword's edge, narrowly avoiding the slash.
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Tang Yun sneered and kicked him out without hesitation: "What annoys me the most in my life is that you talk about benevolence, justice and morality, but are full of men who steal and women who are prostitutes.
To subjugate demons and eliminate demons? I’m afraid that because of the joy of hunting, you want to suppress her and turn her into your Buddhist protector? Are you really used to being a crab? Do you really think that everyone in the world is your father, and I have to spoil you Buddhism? "
The monk was pointed at his nose and scolded. He could not help but look gloomy and shouted: "Your Excellency, you have gone too far."
"Excessive? I'm afraid you don't know what excessive means."
Tang Yun struck out forty-six times in a row, bringing up numerous afterimages, like the snowy moon blooming, cold stars bursting out, and the sounds joining together to suppress the opponent's offensive. It was obvious that the monk's weapons were bulky and he was pressing forward with a quick attack.
Click...
The monk's expression changed greatly, but he saw that a gap had been cut on the surface of the Zen staff, and the cracks were gradually spreading up and down. It seemed that it would not be able to hold on for long.
As the name suggests, the Crazy Wand Technique must be deployed to form overlapping waves, giving the enemy a steady stream of pressure, with each wave being greater than the other.
But the Han sword used by Tang Yun, as well as the swordsmanship and fighting style displayed, are obviously of this category, and compared with the Zen staff, their flexibility is much higher.
Tang Yun had always been at an advantage and had already put him at a disadvantage. He could not use his staff and his hands were tied, which made the monk feel even more uncomfortable.
The most frightening thing is that Tang Yun's technique is extremely special. He can flexibly control the power of qi and blood, either dividing or condensing it, or condensing it. He is as dexterous as a fish swimming with silver needles, continuously colliding with the golden body he formed.
Although his own Qi and blood were strong and he seemed not to be afraid of the opponent, the strong power of Qi and blood continuously attacked his vital points and even obscured his vision, which caused great trouble to the monk.
Boom!
The Zen staff falls to the ground.
The monk let out a tiger roar and decisively discarded the weapon. His arms were filled with golden light, and his palms were like dragon claws. He clasped the blade of the sword boldly. Regardless of the wounds on his fingertips, he suddenly slumped his shoulders and bumped towards Tang Yun.
Cutting off the pulse and bleeding...
Tang Yun's eyes flashed coldly, and he drew his sword to cut across the opponent's body without any fuss. At the same time, he used the pulse-cutting claw method with his left hand, viciously slamming it on the opponent's shoulder. The moment he retreated, his strength completely burst out.
Click!
The golden body was shattered, and a piece of the monk's shoulder collapsed. His face turned red as if he had been hit hard, and a stream of blood sprayed out. However, his claws suppressed the broken dream as expected, and went straight to Tang Yun's throat. The distance was only three inches.
Drunk Moon Reaching for Stars... As if he was drunk, Tang Yun brushed the opponent's sharp claws and leaned forward to dodge. When the opponent changed his moves and buckled, he smacked the opponent directly with Cloud Turning Palm.
It seems gentle, but in fact it is like a needle pricking with penetrating power, exploding directly the moment the palm of your hand touches the opponent's arm.
The monk grunted in pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of determination. He actually took the slap, and his remaining arm instantly bent and thrust towards Tang Yun's throat again.
In Lingyun's Thirteen Swords, Tang Yun slid down and lowered his body, seemingly falling to the ground to avoid the opponent's grasp, but the sharp sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting a message, erratically trembled and swept to the middle palace, and struck the opponent's throat from bottom up.
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Life for life.
The sword is longer than the hand. If you continue, the result will be self-evident.
The monk knew that his golden body was continuously broken and his defense was greatly reduced. He might not be able to block this sharp sword, so he had to give up the attack that was about to achieve results. He clasped his hands together in a worshiping posture and clamped the sword's edge with a click.
"It's not over!"
Tang Yun fell to the ground. He was well prepared. He knocked his feet and drew out with the force. He decisively let go of his sword and clenched his fists, hitting the opponent's weak ribs on both sides like a drum and a giant hammer.
Click...Pfft.
The monk obviously did not expect that Tang Yun would give up the advantage of the weapon so decisively. He was not aware of it and had no time to dodge. He was hit hard by these two punches. It was visible to the naked eye that the glazed golden body was shattered and his ribs were instantly dented.
Accompanied by the sound of cracking bones, as crisp as exploding beans, the monk's throat immediately became sweet, and he spurted out a stream of blood mist again. His momentum suddenly weakened, and he staggered back a few steps, leaving behind a string of bright red blood stains.
Congeal!
As a thought arose, Tang Yun's body's energy and blood surged, and in a moment it condensed into dozens of translucent scarlet sword shadows, which burst out towards the monk like a heavy rainstorm, making a rustling sound of breaking through the air.
There are ripples everywhere you pass.
Ding dong, ding ding ding...
The shadow of the sword touched the dim golden body, and the sound of crackling sounds like jade beads falling onto the plate was heard one after another. The monk abandoned the sword and crossed his hands, trying his best to encourage his own energy and blood to condense in front of him.
not good!
The monk just felt that Tang Yun's offensive had weakened, and he couldn't help but feel relieved, but suddenly there was a shuddering and cold feeling behind him.
Arhat’s golden body!
There was no time to turn around, and he tried his best to use his skills, regardless of whether his body, which had been damaged by repeated fierce battles, could hold on. The power of qi and blood quickly came behind him, forming a glass-like barrier with his back.
Ding!!
The monk felt a sense of survival after a disaster, and subconsciously raised his eyes to find that Tang Yun was right in front of him.
"Give me...die."
The barbs on his gloves shone coldly and smelled of death. Before he could react, he punched his chest hard, gouging out two bloody holes.
This punch not only severely injured the monk, but even completely broke away the breath he had been holding in. His energy was released, his energy and blood completely collapsed, and the bloody sword behind him drove straight in like entering an uninhabited land, and instantly penetrated his body.
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Ho...ho ho...
He opened his eyes wide and glared at Tang Yun. He opened and closed his mouth, but only a stream of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and his Adam's apple couldn't move to form any words.
Snapped!
Tang Yun looked at him with cold eyes, suddenly sneered, and slapped him in the face with his backhand, sending him flying sideways, smashing into several walls and being buried under the rubble of masonry.
He wiped a trace of blood from the corner of his lips, spit out the bloody saliva, bent down to pick up the weapon, and said calmly: "Come here, throw him into the prison and process it carefully, and prepare a list of losses for me.
Tomorrow the Japanese official will go to Kongang Temple to collect the account."
The warrior who had arrived a long time ago but did not dare to step into the battlefield rashly was immediately startled when he heard this and responded loudly: "Yes, sir."
horrible.
In the past, I looked at adults like the young masters of aristocratic families. He also liked to go to brothels and play mahjong when he had nothing to do. It must be a second generation with a profound background who came here to get gold.
Only now do they realize that you are not the showman they thought you were. He is actually very tough. If you face a warrior from Kongang Temple, you can beat him to death with your fists.
Gulu~
Several warriors pulled the monk out of the ruins. Looking at the miserable injuries on his body, they couldn't help but look at each other. They subconsciously swallowed their saliva, and a deep awe appeared on their faces.
So miserable for this man.
Most of his ribs were broken, there was a transparent hole in his chest, his shoulder blades were sunken, one arm was covered in blood and flesh, and half of his face was completely gone. The white bones looked shocking.
One person clicked his tongue and sighed: "The exercises of the Vajra Temple are mainly focused on protecting the body, but they were beaten like this."
"Don't forget what you just said." A man next to him grabbed the Buddhist beads from the monk's neck and walked toward the prison like a dead dog. As he walked, he said, "This matter is not over yet."
"By the way, this guy just said, Tang..."
"Shut up."
"Sir, you have your own opinions when acting. Besides, what if she is not a human being? Those sects and aristocratic families also raise monsters, and they even pretend to be spiritual beasts... What a fuss."
"That's right. I think what you said is right. This monk's greed has blinded his reason and he wants to take her back as a protector. Haha... who knows that he will encounter a tough problem."
"Brothers, let's get ready. Don't sleep today and greet this new guy."
"The Vajra Temple's martial arts are special and his physique is strong. I guess he can last for half an hour."
"Half an hour? I'll let you see the unique skill I just developed..."
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After changing his clothes, Tang Yun slowly took a sip of tea: "You have become a Shura and have been reborn from death. You are no different from a living being now. Do you feel a sense of crisis now?"
"I want to practice, but I don't have the skills." Tang Yanyue shrugged.
Shura's innate conditions are much higher than those of humans. With her newly reincarnated Shura body, she can match the strength of an eleventh-grade warrior. If the power of Qi and blood is ignored, she can even compete with a tenth-grade warrior.
It's just that she was unlucky. She sensed the threat when Tang Yun solved the hidden dangers of the technique and made a breakthrough, so she planned to go out to find a place to rest, and then come back after Tang Yun finished practicing and calmed down his aura.
Who would have thought that he would meet the man from the Vajra Temple right after he went out? People from the Buddhist sect could tell at a glance that this man was not a human being, so what happened next happened.
Being beaten for real this time really gave Tang Yanyue a sense of crisis. In addition to her lack of confidence in her own strength, she also had the fear of the growing gap in strength between her and Tang Yun.
It can be said that she watched how Tang Yun came all the way.
Don't look at Tang Yanyue and Tang Yun making jokes, talking and laughing. In fact, she knows very well in her heart that if one day she is no longer of use, she will be treated as bait and discarded by Tang Yun...
Squeeze out the value and throw it away.
Just like Tian Yunyun, Qiu Yuemiao, Qiu Shoucang and others who died not long ago.
Unless he leaves on his own initiative, just like Lu Qingyuan of the Tianjian Sect, Song Qingfeng of the Hidden Dragon Sect and others.
Or he could take the initiative to lower his status and become his subordinate like Zhao Yunlu did.
