With a wave of his sleeves, the dust around him was dispersed. Song Xuan's face showed no signs of anger at being beaten.
On the contrary, he was in a good mood.
Since traveling to this world, this was the first time that he was at a disadvantage in a head-on fight with someone. The life essence that spurted out from every acupuncture point in his body after being beaten made him very excited.
Heaven and earth are one big universe, while the human body is a small universe. Every acupuncture point in the body can be called a star.
The acupoints are condensed and developed to the extreme. In theory, each acupoint can give birth to a god.
If the acupoints all over his body are developed to the extreme and a god is born from the acupoints, then Song Xuandang will be comparable to the innate gods and demons.
This was Song Xuan's plan for his future physical journey. After being beaten at this moment, the Tanzhong point on his chest was beating faintly, as if his potential had been stimulated.
"happy!"
Song Xuan laughed and said, "Master, Pindao is going to get serious next, so be careful!"
"Amitabha!"
The sweeping monk did not dare to be careless, and he clasped his hands together, and the martial arts field swept and spread with a bang.
The appearance of the domain means that he has also used his true skills.
In one's own domain, unless the Grand Master who also owns the domain offsets it, the Grand Master is a god, irresistible and invincible!
They had just fought twice, and the sweeping monk had already noticed it.
Song Xuan is not a great master, because although his move just now is powerful, it is not blessed by the power of law, which also means that the opponent does not have a martial arts field.
That being the case, what's there to be polite about? Once the realm comes out, I want to see how you will respond!
At this moment, Song Xuan felt that his whole body was as heavy as a mountain, and the endless gravity from all directions was like countless arms dragging his body, making it impossible for him to perform even to his full potential.
"Earth realm?"
Song Xuan had a clear understanding. Just like Grandpa Yaoyue's domain was the domain of flames, the martial arts domain of the sweeping monk, Buddhism and laws in front of him was the domain of the earth. It used the gravity of the earth to oppress the enemy, making it difficult to move.
Song Xuan did not dare to be careless. With a thought in his mind, a dark green sword light emerged from between his eyebrows. Within the sword light, a light blue three-foot long sword floated quietly in front of his eyes.
This is the natal sword that he made by smelting various divine materials and tempering it with the fire of the soul.
Raising his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, Song Xuan had the illusion of holding the sun, moon and stars. At this moment, his sword's heart was bright, and everything in the world turned into a sword in his eyes.
"I take Xuantian as my Taoist name. From now on, you can call me Xuantian Sword!"
Muttering something to himself, Song Xuan held the long sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with light, like a child learning to sword for the first time, and he slashed out with the sword in a slow and clumsy way.
It was unremarkable, without any fluctuations in sword energy, but the sweeping monk had a look of panic on his face, and disappeared from the place in a flash. When he appeared again, it was in the completely opposite direction.
Wow!
The world seemed to be cut off under this sword.
The sound of the mirror being broken sounded, and Song Xuan felt his whole body relax. The endless gravity around him dissipated, and the originally stagnant world and everything became alive again at this moment.
"What was that move you just made?"
The sweeping monk was shocked and confused. This was the first time in his life that he had seen this kind of attack. In this world, there were actually people who could break through the realm of martial arts with their sword skills!
This matter is beyond his understanding!
"The magical power of swordsmanship, cut off the water flow!"
Song Xuan's lips raised a smile, "This is a magical power specially created to break through the martial arts realm of the great master. By the way, this name was given to me by my Taoist companion. How about it? It sounds nice, right?"
Cut off the water flow?
The sweeping monk was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.
You're crazy, you're fighting, who has time to care about whether the names of your moves are good or not?
At this moment, he was more concerned about the four words "Swordsmanship and Divine Power". After thinking for a while, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"No wonder, you are not a grand master, and you are not blessed by the power of law, but you are so ridiculously strong."
"Are you the Wu Que Grandmaster?"
Song Xuan nodded and smiled, "Master, you have a good eye."
The sweeping monk seemed to be calculating something, and after a while he nodded with understanding, "Calculating the time, it is indeed time for a new destiny to be born. So, you are the destiny chosen by this generation of heaven and earth, right?"
Song Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "Master really has good eyesight!"
The sweeping monk clasped his hands together and smiled a lot more kindly. "Since you are a destined person, you will be the pillar of our human race in the future. How about ending this battle?"
Song Xuan shook his head and said, "There is one more move missing. Master, how about you try Pindao's move!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xuan's whole person became illusory and ethereal, and illusory figures appeared in the sky and earth, as if an immortal descended to the world.
The sweeping monk's face was solemn. He knew that the Wuque Grandmaster, who was blessed by fate, was using him to practice and prove his own strength.
Although he is wary of destiny and does not want to provoke him anymore, as a grand master, how can he not be arrogant? If you want to continue fighting, then continue fighting!
Song Xuan drew his sword!
The sword is like a startling giant, like flowing clouds, like a startling giant. It is elegant to the extreme and beautiful to the extreme. In the eyes of the master watching the battle, it is not a sword, but an art, an art so beautiful that you want to die by the sword.
As Song Xuan drew his sword, the illusory figures in the void also drew their swords at the same time. In an instant, it seemed as if hundreds of Song Xuan were drawing their swords at the same time.
"Unmovable King, immovable as a mountain!"
The sweeping monk sat cross-legged on the mountain and performed the Fudo Myooh Seal again. Of course, this time it was the upgraded version 2.0 of the Fudo Myooh Seal. At the moment when the seal was pressed, four Myooh dharma images appeared simultaneously in the four directions of east, west, south and north. .
The appearance of the four Ming Kings was like four Buddhist golden mountains stretching between heaven and earth, facing Song Xuan's ethereal yet murderous and terrifying sword, protecting the sweeping monk to the death.
Ding-ding sounds came one after another, fire splashed everywhere, muffled thunder roared continuously, and sword shadows were everywhere, covering the entire mountain peak overwhelmingly.
boom!
The sound of the last burst of sword energy exploded in the void, causing ripples to appear in the void. After that, Song Xuan distanced himself from the sweeping monk.
With a thought in his mind, the Xuantian Sword in Song Xuan's hand sank into the Yuanshen space, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Mud, what a meat!
He mobilized the power of his soul and used his natal immortal sword, but he still couldn't break through the old monk's defense, which was harder than his mother's thousand-year-old tortoise shell.
Are all great masters so difficult to deal with?
The sweeping monk dispersed the seals, stood up and said with a smile: "Taoist Master, neither of you and I can do anything to the other, so how about we just give up?"
Song Xuan nodded, cupped his fists and said with a smile: "Pindao has used his sword thousands of times in an instant, but he still can't break through the master's defense. I admire the master's strength!"
The sweeping monk laughed and said: "To make the Taoist priest laugh, this poor monk has no other skills but this defensive method. Among the great masters, defense alone should be among the top three.
The Taoist master has reached the level of a master, forcing the poor monk to defend himself with all his strength. The future of martial arts is promising! "
