Snow seeds fall on the lake one after another. Often the first one has not yet melted, and the next one is poured in. When you look at the river surface, it looks like it has been frozen by a thick layer of ice.
The dead trees on the shore are covered with snow, and the ground is pure white. Looking from a distance, the entire Jinghua City is covered in silver, which is particularly enchanting.
But the attention of the people in the attic, as well as other inns and restaurants around, and even people lying in front of their own windows watching, were all attracted by the tense battle situation.
In particular, everyone already knows the identities of the monks and Taoist priests. One is the abbot of the thousand-year-old Baoyuan Temple, Master Jingxin, one of the top ten masters in the world today. The other is famous for his pure Yang physique and is the youngest before Zhuo Mufeng.
A master of the Hexiang Realm, Taoist Master Liuchen.
No matter which one of the two, they are almost legendary figures, which are rare for ordinary people to see in their lifetime. But on this snowy night, the two peerless masters jointly launched a siege for the first time. Not only did they fail to win, but they were also forced to
One must be injured and the other healed.
The shock of this scene is no less than that of thousands of bombs exploding in the hearts of the spectators at the same time.
A bunch of eyes passed through the snow curtain and fell on the slender figure standing on the river, whose outline could only be vaguely seen. Then he heard the sigh, saying that Master Jingxin and Taoist Liuchen were just like this, and the whole world
There was dead silence.
Liuchen covered his chest with his left hand, coughing blood continuously in his mouth, and his face turned pale. His right sleeve was broken, and his right arm was already out of shape. The rolled up flesh and blood wrapped around the protruding white bones, which looked extremely oozing.
After Zhuo Mufeng's kick just now shattered Liu Chen's body-protecting Qi, a large amount of power still poured in, breaking many ribs and meridians. This is Liu Chen, and it would be a slightly weaker person.
, I'm afraid even standing up is a problem.
But even though he could support it, Liuchen's condition at this time was not optimistic. He thought that he could only use half of his strength. Looking at Zhuo Mufeng, who was fine except for taking a few breaths, his jaw tightened and his eyes changed several times.
"Amitabha, the little benefactor has a stunning appearance. Why is he associated with the devil? If he uses it to benefit the common people, wouldn't it be a great merit?" Master Jingxin's face was also full of shock, and he twisted the right hand of the Buddha bead in a subtle way.
The scope of the inspection was trembling.
No matter what the intelligence said before, Master Jingxin did not believe that Zhuo Mufeng was qualified to be compared with the top ten masters. If martial arts is so easy to practice, why do they meditate every day?
However, in the continuous attack just now, Zhuo Mufeng used practical actions to break Master Jingxin's suspicion. There really are geniuses in this world, and they cannot be judged by common sense!
Hearing the words of Master Jingxin, Zhuo Mufeng couldn't help laughing: "Master can be regarded as an eminent monk, but in terms of Taoism, he is far inferior to Master Jingkong of your temple. In order to save the world, I have become a demon with my own power.
Bringing the demon sect onto the right track, but in the eyes of the master, it is to associate with the demons? Monks often say that all sentient beings can be saved, is it possible that in the eyes of the master, the demons cannot be saved?"
As soon as these words came out, Master Jingxin's face became even more ugly, and he said: "Why do you have to be so eloquent, little benefactor? Since you became the master of the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect is still causing chaos wantonly. Have you ever regretted it?"
Zhuo Mufeng sneered: "Everything has a process. I'm not a Buddha, but I don't have amazing magic power. Besides, when it comes to causing chaos, Baoyuan Temple has rarely done it? In the name of compassion, your temple has done so many things that are harmful to nature and evil.
What happened? In the Battle of Nuanyang Mountain alone, how many martial arts masters were harmed for their own selfish ends, how will this account be settled?"
Master Jingxin said in a deep voice: "Little donor, have you forgotten that the battle at Nuanyang Mountain was a conspiracy provoked by your demon sect!"
Zhuo Mufeng laughed loudly: "Master knows exactly what your temple is like. As long as he will not be wronged when facing the Buddha, it will be fine. After all the nonsense, the master is waiting for someone who has not yet come. How about we deal with it first?"
A flash of embarrassment and embarrassment flashed across Master Jingxin's old face. Ever since he became the abbot of Baoyuan Temple, has he ever been laughed at and ridiculed like this? He said coldly: "The little benefactor relied on two magical weapons, but he forgot who he was.
."
Hearing this, Zhuo Mufeng laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears: "Master is a master. He even speaks so well. Don't you just think that I can't win with force? I would like to ask, if it weren't for your nobleness,
The temple’s Tianwu Demon-Subduing Pestle is related to your temple’s formation and cannot be touched lightly. Will the master give up his weapon and have a fair fight with me?”
The old monk clasped his hands together and said without changing his expression: "As long as the young benefactor has something to ask for, what can't I do?"
Zhuo Mufeng was speechless, and nodded after a moment: "Master, the Dharma is really profound, and it is difficult for ordinary people to reach it. Well, today is a rare opportunity, so I will use my bare hands to learn the master's tricks!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Mufeng thrust the Golden Dragon Duo and the Jialan Sword into the ground at the same time. As expected, he rushed forward without leaving any weapons behind.
Seeing that this kid was actually provoked, Master Jingxin looked overjoyed. He thought that his martial arts skills were not inferior to Zhuo Mufeng's, and he had completely suffered from the disadvantages of weapons before. If it were a bare-handed contest, he might not be able to take advantage. On the other hand, Zhuo Mufeng
Mu Feng is a swordsman. After abandoning his elders, he is more confident in holding this kid back and waiting for others to arrive.
All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind, and the eyes of the old monk burst out with the color of determination. The Buddha's light shone all over his body, and a three-foot-tall Buddha loomed behind him. As he pushed hard with his palms, the big Buddha behind him also made a hand gesture and a swastika.
The light and shadow of the words rose in the storm, making the night as bright as day.
In an instant, the snowflakes dispersed, the strong wind rolled back, and the river surface pressed down. The dead trees on both sides of the river cracked and broke into several pieces because they could not withstand the pressure of the surge of air.
At this time, the light and shadow of the swastika had grown to fifteen feet, like the hand of a god or Buddha, rotating and pressing hard against Zhuo Mufeng. The spectators who were far away felt that their hearts were being pinched and they could not breathe.
Zhuo Mufeng was in mid-air. When he saw this, he used his arm as a sword. The burst of sword energy slashed diagonally towards the swastika light and shadow from left to right. Amidst the roar, the sky shook, and the snowflakes transpired into mist, which was quickly crushed into clouds.
The Miao River was like a spring being pushed down heavily, and then it surged up with even more violent momentum. Large waves surged onto the shore, crashing into dead trees and sweeping away thousands of layers of snow.
A figure quickly retreated. Due to the fluctuation of energy, the flying snow was wiped away. People were able to see clearly that the person was Zhuo Mufeng. After losing the four-star weapon, he was defeated by Master Jingxin.
As soon as this thought turned around, I saw Master Jingxin rushing in front of Zhuo Mufeng at some point, with a long string of shadows drawn out behind him, which could not be dispersed by the wind and had different shapes.
Master Jing Xin's life-long skills are carried in the palms of his hands. With his white eyebrows flying, his palms are like steel knives. He strikes Zhuo Mufeng's whole body with lightning speed, often covering his fatal points. This is the secret skill of Tian Buddha's Hand in the Tian Buddha Classic. After thousands of tempers,
, there are almost no flaws to be found.
Even people with comparable skills, once they are at a disadvantage, will be unable to advance or retreat in the Tianfoshou's elusive offensive, until they are defeated.
A look of ecstasy appeared on Master Jingxin's face, but his movements were not slow at all. He attacked fiercely like a violent storm. Zhuo Mufeng couldn't help but retreat violently, but he still couldn't get rid of Master Jingxin. The ten-foot-wide river suddenly fell under the feet of the two of them.
Moved and soon reached the other side.
At this moment, someone saw Taoist Master Liuchen rushing not far away, reaching for the Golden Dragon Sword and the Jialan Sword on the ground, intending to seize them. Once these two four-star magic weapons fell into his hands, the losses would be greater.
, I’m afraid that Zhuo Mufeng will only have one way to escape.
Many people couldn't help but think that Zhuo Mufeng had been too trusting before, and this was not a fair duel. He actually gave up his weapons on his own initiative, which seemed inconsistent with the rumored image of the character.
Bang! Bang!
After two consecutive palm strikes, Zhuo Mufeng was hit back. He could see that in order to prevent himself from grabbing the weapon, the old monk almost used all his strength to suck the weapon. Even if he didn't give himself a chance to breathe, he would
It's really hard for the other party.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and Zhuo Mufeng suddenly let out a long roar. He pushed the completed Nine Heavens Sutra to ten percent, stored it in his palms, and turned it into a palm sword to thrust out.
There was a muffled thud, and Master Jingxin's eyes widened. The sharp pain in his palm made him tremble. However, the old monk was also a ruthless person, so he gritted his teeth and refused to take a step back.
The internal energy like a roaring mountain and a tsunami turned into sword energy to stab him again, and he fired two killing moves in succession. This was a magical skill unique to Zhuo Mufeng.
Master Jingxin gave a deep shout and forcibly raised his energy. The Buddha statue behind him melted into his body, turning his whole body into a light golden color, which was the perfect image of the Buddha.
The next moment, the sword energy pierced Master Jingxin's palms. The light golden light in the palms immediately dimmed, and then the skin was scratched out, with traces of blood flying. However, by this time, most of the sword energy was also lost.
, was shattered by Master Jingxin’s arm.
Master Jingxin felt a turmoil in his heart. This time the opponent did not use a four-star weapon, but in the head-on confrontation, he was the one who was injured.
Before he could change his mind, Zhuo Mufeng smiled evilly and stretched out his palms.
Not far away, Liuchen grabbed the Jinlongduo and Jialan swords. He felt the burning pain in his palms and found that the surfaces of the two weapons were coated with poison. He didn't notice for a moment and let go slightly. In addition, the four-star weapon was almost psychic, and he brushed
After brushing it twice, it was out of Liuchen's control.
Almost at the same time, Zhuo Mufeng held Jin Longduo in his left hand, and the powerful internal force surged like a torrent. Jin Longduo felt the power of his master, and his two red eyes oozed blood-red light, and the golden light burst out to steal the soul.
The soul-stirring force pierced Master Jingxin, whose face changed wildly.
Three consecutive killing moves!
Master Jingxin was horrified, but what made him even more furious was that this kid said it was a fair fight and would never use weapons, but he did this with the back foot. Don't you think he is too shameless?
It was too late to yell and scold, so Master Jingxin mustered up his courage and struck Jin Longduo from the side with his palm, intending to deviate from its direction. At the same time, he tried his best to dodge sideways, and he pushed Wuque Buddha to the limit.
But one side was trying its best to attack, while the other side was caught off guard. In addition, there was a huge gap in the internal power they could mobilize. How could Master Jingxin stop him?
I saw a ray of golden light passing by, and a series of crisp sounds, the light golden light on Master Jingxin's chest kept cracking. At the critical moment, he forcibly moved a position, and Jin Longduo stabbed his left shoulder at the same time.
, the steel piece in the dragon's mouth is still trembling.
"Stop!" Liu Chen's violent shouts sounded from behind, mixed with the power of Xuanyang.
Zhuo Mufeng sneered disdainfully, and just as he was about to severely injure Master Jingxin, a sunflower suddenly bloomed in the distance. Among the sunflowers, countless flower seeds turned into sword energy, which came first and was half a step faster than Xuanyang's power.