What a gorgeous light. Ning Bugui's eyes lit up. He felt that this gorgeous light shot into his eyes, and then his eyes were filled with the gorgeous beams of light. That light was in
His eyes bloomed like several strange fireworks, and his brain was filled with those gorgeous fireworks. The light became brighter and brighter. There was almost nothing else in his eyes, only
That light is brilliantly bright.
At this moment, a faint and deadly light penetrated through and fell into his eyes. It was really the first time for him to encounter the black light. Dots of jet-like black light rushed into the numbers.
Among the colorful fireworks, wisps of faint beams of light immediately formed, exploding towards the colorful fireworks. At this time, Ning Bugui only had the brilliant fireworks and the several dark streaks in his mind.
The beams of light were intertwining. And there were buzzing sounds in his mind. The sounds were getting louder and louder, making him almost lose contact with the outside world. In the end, he only felt that in his mind
Waves of pain came over him like needle pricks, and a wave of unbearable dizziness came over him, and his body fell straight down.
The two of them didn't care about Ning Bugui who fainted on the ground. Their eyes collided with each other with a glimmer of passion. It seemed that their gazes were the sharp weapons in their hands, and the light in their eyes was condensed to the limit.
At that moment, a burst of roaring breath filled the air. As that breath filled the air, the two figures separated like this. There was no movement or any warning. They looked at each other from a distance, but their faces
There is already one more thing in his hand. In Lao Dao's hand is the cold-light hatchet, while in the little monk's hand is a shining golden manganese bowl.
The old sword holds the sword in his left hand. He exudes the same aura of majestic mountains and rivers like Yueting facing the abyss, while the aura of the young monk lingers around him, and the flowing golden light rushes out. He is like the compassionate eminent monk.
, there was a solemn and solemn aura around them. Both of them were silent, but there was a solemn look in their eyes. No one took the lead, and the battle between masters could be distinguished in just a moment.
Win or lose.
The flow of light reversed, and the night was vast. A layer of dark light condensed on the hatchet, one after another, and the dark figure remained motionless. There was a trace of bold temperament on the rough face, and the pair of
The veins on the sides of his calloused hands were stretched out like thin dragon-like shapes. Compared with the solemn and solemn expression on his face, Lao Dao's body contained an awe-inspiring and powerful aura, and that
The little monk's body was filled with a sacred aura that was worthy of admiration, and his smooth forehead was radiating a holy light.
The hatchet trembled slightly, and Lao Dao stepped forward, and the faint hatchet burst out with a heart-stopping dark light. I saw Lao Dao raising the hatchet in his left hand to chop horizontally and vertically, and the movements were done in one go, without any trace of movement.
Any sloppiness. The condensed breath became sharp. The hatchet was like a faint divine blade, splitting the night under the silver moonlight into pieces, and the figure of Shen Xiong was like the figure standing in the sky.
Like a god of war.
The skirt of the young monk's clothes bulged, and the manganese bowl in his hand couldn't help but shine with golden light. The bald head of his head illuminated the night like a bright moon. The bright red cassock was like a sea of blood,
As the little monk moved, the sea of blood was intertwined with the hatchet that was like splitting the sky and the earth. There were faint rays of light in the sea of blood, and under the bloody night, there were still curls of light.
With a few dazzling golden lights.
The shadow struck into the crimson sea of blood with the force of thunder, and a brilliant golden light rushed away. There was no loud noise as imagined, and there was no burst of energy from the impact.
Only those big bare feet stepped lightly, stepping into the sea of blood like a divine step, and then Yingying Ruoan's hatchet struck the bulging cassock.
There was a "boom", and the energy shot out like an explosion. The energy hitting the wall made the courtyard wall full of holes. The two intertwined figures separated, and Lao Dao's expression didn't show anything.
Despite the change, his breath was still calm and steady, but the condensed gaze in his eyes became more and more intense. A pair of bright eyes looked at the little monk with a chilling light.
The little monk's hand shook slightly, his face turned red, and the manganese bowl in his hand also made a slight trembling sound, and then the golden light couldn't help but dim. He raised his extremely beautiful eyes.
, the blush on his face couldn't help but become aggravated. A faint sneer bloomed on his face, and he said with an almost self-deprecating tone: "I didn't expect that you lost your right hand and practiced your left hand hard. The Western Regions
Everyone thought you were useless, but they didn't expect you to be so much stronger than before. It seems that the master underestimated you. He lost his right hand and replaced it with his left hand. Such a character and toughness are indeed stronger than ordinary people.
Not easy."
"What difference does it make whether it's the right hand or the left hand? You can go, you don't have to come here to tempt me. There's no point in sending you here to tempt me. Isn't it different without the Living Buddha in the Kingdom of the Western Regions? You guys
Just treat the Living Buddha as dead. If you want to be the Living Buddha, go ahead. A certain family doesn’t care about the Living Buddha. Don’t forget, there is the Haotian Sect in the Western Regions. If the Haotian Sect wants to intervene, this Living Buddha will be given to you.
What's the point of taking it for granted." Lao Dao took a step back, put away the hatchet in his hand, and said to the young monk.
The young monk shook his head and said: "The young monk came here on his own and has nothing to do with his master. The Western Divine Kingdom cannot live without a living Buddha, and not just anyone can become a living Buddha. If you don't die, the living Buddha cannot be reincarnated.
The will of the true God is very clear. If the goshawk wants to break through the shackles of the sky, it must use the power of the Living Buddha."
"You attach too much importance to the power of the Living Buddha. People in the Central Plains say that the ultimate in martial arts is the Shattered Void, but do you know what the real Shattered Void is? It is the understanding of martial arts. The Arrival in the Kingdom of God in my Western Region Divine Kingdom is actually the same as the Central Plains Martial Arts.
The same as the ultimate shattered void, they all lead to the same destination through different paths. After all, the living Buddha is a human being, and he is not a god. And you and your master have not understood this truth during these days of traveling in the Central Plains."
"It's okay if you want me to leave, but you still have to die." The little monk said firmly, and there was a weird light in his eyes. And after seeing the weird light in the little monk's eyes, Lao Dao felt in his heart
He couldn't help but tremble, and an uneasy feeling suddenly emerged. Although he still didn't know what the little monk was going to do, the strong uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.
The little mute was hiding under the corner, and he could see everything going on in the courtyard. He didn't expect that these two people were like gods, and the energy they shot out was almost going to knock down the courtyard wall.
Looking at the holes one by one, his heart was filled with fear of the unknown. This was the first time he saw Lao Dao take action, and the action was earth-shattering, simply beyond the scope of his imagination.
The young monk was obviously younger than him, but he had the same unimaginable strength as Lao Dao. The young monk came to kill Lao Dao, and he couldn't help but secretly worry for Lao Dao.
When the little mute who was hiding under the corner was worried about Lao Dao, he felt a gust of wind passing over his head, and his heart tightened and a feeling of coldness surged through his body. He hadn't fully reacted yet.
At this moment, he only felt his body become lighter, and he was lifted up by a big hand. He was immediately frightened out of his mind. He didn't know what happened. He only knew that his body was lifted up and floated away.
After passing the fence, we came to the courtyard.
Lao Dao's eyes turned cold, and an angry expression appeared on his face. He did not expect that the young monk would actually rush outside the wall. He initially thought that the other party just couldn't win and retreated, but he never thought that the other party would win.
What he thought was that after the young monk passed over the courtyard wall, he turned back again. When he saw clearly the person the young monk was holding, his heart was filled with endless anger.
"I didn't expect that you would resort to such despicable means just to get my head. Isn't this what Bu Miao taught you? Aren't you afraid of the anger of the true god?" A low roar came from Lao Dao's throat.
He burst out. He held the faint-colored hatchet tightly with his left hand even tighter. Because of the strong grip, his body could not help but tremble slightly. He was very dissatisfied with the little monk's unscrupulous approach to achieve his goals.
Angry and depressed.
"The Han people have a saying, as long as the goal is achieved, it doesn't matter what method is used. Do you want this young man's life or your own?" The monk held the little mute tightly and exhaled.
Dark energy penetrated into the little mute's body from his palm, causing the little mute's body to twitch. As long as his internal strength increased even more, the little mute's life would immediately perish.
"Do you think you can get the power of the Living Buddha by doing this? If the Living Buddha of the Western Divine Kingdom can be obtained in this way, then the Living Buddha will become a passerby on the street. Didn't I teach you this? Look
It seems that you two, master and disciple, are not of the same mind." Lao Dao laughed angrily and said mockingly towards the young monk.
"Ah!" The little mute felt something penetrated into his body. He felt extremely panicked. The thing was like a poisonous snake. For a while, it rushed from his back to his chest, and then from his chest.
The chest swam under his lower abdomen. The thing flowed, causing his body to feel a burst of tearing pain. The pain was unbearable, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
The back of his neck was tightly grasped by an iron-like hand, which gave the little mute a feeling of difficulty in breathing. In addition, the terrifying thing swimming inside his body frightened him so much that he turned pale.
It was all red again. His feet couldn't help but kick in the air, but he didn't even touch the skirt of the little monk's clothes. As the little monk's strength became stronger, he felt like he was about to suffocate to death.
"No one has tried it. You can bet that if you don't deal with yourself, the young man will be killed on the spot. In fact, this young man is just your neighbor. What's wrong with the death of an ordinary person?
.Besides, people die every day, so what if one more young man dies? Being able to die in the hands of a young monk means that he must have been favored by the true God. Who told him to hide in the corner in the middle of the night and eavesdrop?
Here." A sharp look flashed in the little monk's eyes, and he said to Lao Dao with a hint of joking in his tone.
"As expected of a bad disciple, he is simply better than his master. It's a pity that you used this method on the wrong person." The ridicule in Lao Dao's eyes became more and more intense, and he said calmly to the young monk. From his perspective
In that sure and confident tone, the young monk heard a hint of fatal crisis coming suddenly.
The little mute felt that a wave of air like a hot spring suddenly surged out of his belly. The wave of air stirred up and boiled under his belly like a roaring ocean wave. As the heat wave under his belly
He felt as if his body contained a huge force, and his body was getting hotter and hotter. A heat wave burst out of his chest like a volcano. He felt as if his body was in a
Falling into the volcano, his throat became increasingly dry, and he had the urge to shout.
"Roar!" The little mute uttered the second sound in his life besides "ah". The heat that rushed out from his abdomen quickly flowed through his whole body, and his body
He couldn't help but tremble slightly. His legs kicked hard towards the little monk's body. At this time, he no longer felt that the little monk's body was as hard as iron. The heat wave rushed out from his legs. He
He kicked the little monk's body without any resistance.
With a "bang", the young monk felt a strong momentum coming from his hand. The huge force knocked his hand away, and then his body was kicked by the young man who was originally pinched by him.
He was hit. He felt as if his body had been hit by two lightning strikes. The huge momentum knocked his body away, and his eyes finally showed a look of horror.