On the streets of the capital, heavy rain poured down and thunder roared.
Under the heavy rain, the monk in Tsing Yi walked forward, holding a purple gold bowl, and the rain did not touch his body.
All living beings are suffering and sailing across the sea of dharma. Even though they are in the mortal world, they are not touched by the slightest breath of the mortal world.
Fahai's footsteps were firm and heavy, with every step causing a waterfall of water. Strangely, the Buddha's shoes were always dry.
In the purple golden bowl, golden light looms, like a golden ocean. The sacred weapon of Buddhism for thousands of years has been used to slay demons and demons. Today, it has reappeared its sacred power.
"Amitabha!"
Fahai looked at the thunder crisscrossing the sky, his calm eyes flashing with light.
Monsters eat people, the polar night falls, this catastrophe may have already begun.
"Quick, don't let the little monk and the enchantress escape!"
Behind the street, groups of forbidden troops ran past, water splashed everywhere, and the Shang Emperor personally ordered the capture of Fozi and Princess Qingqing, which alerted even the most elite forbidden troops of the Great Shang Dynasty.
"Junior brother, don't let your master and senior brother down!"
Fahai said softly, then took steps to continue walking forward.
"boom!"
In the sky, thunder breaks through the sky, illuminating the dim world.
The day has passed and the night is coming.
Li Yuan, Li Ziye and Bai Wangyu walked out, walked around the streets in the city, and then immediately separated.
"Evil spirit!"
On the street, Fahai's expression suddenly condensed and he looked forward.
Zijinbo was also shaken at this moment, feeling this extremely obvious monster aura.
When Fahai saw this, he immediately moved a few steps faster and rushed towards the direction where the demonic energy appeared.
Under the heavy rain, Bai Wangyu's figure in a white Confucian robe hurried past, very fast, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.
Not long after, Fahai's figure appeared from behind, and his pace became faster and faster.
"boom!"
In the dark night, thunder fell from the sky, and in an instant, it illuminated the two people in front and behind the street.
Bai Wangyu felt the monk getting closer and closer behind him, and his body moved a little faster.
"This is?"
After chasing for several streets, Fahai raised his head and looked ahead, his eyes slightly narrowed.
What a rich sense of awe-inspiring righteousness, there is the Taixue Palace!
In front of the Taixue Palace, Bai Wangyu rushed over, and just as he was about to enter, suddenly, a ray of Buddha's light quickly came into view, and the purple gold bowl rose and fell, blocking the way forward.
Bai Wangyu stopped and looked back, a flash of concentration flashed across his face.
The Buddhist Dharma Sea is indeed extraordinary.
To the east of the Taixue Palace, in the small courtyard, the Confucian leader stood under the eaves, staring outside the Taixue Palace, with no waves in his old eyes.
Unexpectedly, Buddha's calamity would involve all three of them.
Demon, what will be the ending?
In this catastrophe for all sentient beings, no one can be exempted, whether they are the sons of the Buddha or the future leaders of the Confucian sect.
Wangyu, can you do it?
In front of the Taixue Palace, Bai Wangyu stared at the monk in Tsing Yi walking behind him, his expression condensing.
"Has Confucianism also fallen?"
At the end of the street, Fahai stepped forward, looked at the young man in front of him, and said, "Put down the demon behind you, poor monk, and let you go."
"Sorry, can't do that."
Bai Wangyu pulled out the Taiyi Sword, looked coldly, and replied.
"That can only offend!"
Fa Hai raised his hand, and the Buddha's light flourished, and he took action to capture the Confucian disciple.
Bai Wangyu stepped forward and retreated sharply, trying to bypass the purple golden bowl in front of the Imperial College and return to the Imperial Palace.
However, Fahai's figure passed by first and blocked the front.
"boom!"
The sword edge and the purple golden bowl collided, and the huge impact spread. Bai Wangyu was hit by the aftermath, and the corners of his mouth turned red.
The huge gap in cultivation was irreparable. Bai Wangyu, who was one of the strongest of the younger generation, fell completely behind with just one move.
The Taixue Palace is very close, but the distance of less than ten feet now seems to be far away.
In order to delay time, Bai Wangyu suppressed his injury, swung his sword, stepped forward, and stepped forward.
With a roar, the awe-inspiring righteousness and Buddha's power collided. Fahai stretched out his hand and directly grasped the Taiyi sword. He looked at the person in front of him and said calmly, "Perhaps, with your qualifications, you can surpass the poor monk in a few years, but, not now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fahai's Buddhist energy exploded around him, knocking away the Confucian disciple in front of him.
The gap in years of cultivation has caused an irreparable gap in cultivation. Ten steps away, Bai Wangyu staggered to steady his steps, blood dripping from the hand holding the sword.
"I don't want to hurt you, poor monk. Please put down the monster behind you."
In front of the Taixue Palace, Fahai looked at the young man in front of him and said again.
"It can't be done."
Bai Wangyu stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He held the Taiyi Sword in front of him and pointed at the sword. The moment the blood dyed the sword's edge red, endless awe-inspiring righteousness surged out.
"Um?"
When Fa Hai saw this, his face showed surprise.
Hiding Qi in the sword?
"Breaking through!"
With a deep shout, in front of Bai Wangyu, Haoran's righteous energy from the sword poured into his body crazily, rushing towards Shenzang in one step.
Amidst the rumbling sound, Haoran's righteous energy broke through the third divine treasure in Bai Wangyu's body. Suddenly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged, quickly filling the dry divine treasure.
"With such martial arts attainments, you shouldn't sink."
Fahai looked at the amazing performance of the young man in front of him and said calmly, "Let go of your obsession. As long as you concentrate on your hard work, you will soon be able to surpass the poor monk."
"Can't do it!"
Bai Wangyu responded for the third time.
"Amitabha!"
He persuaded again and again, but the young man in front of him refused to realize it. Fahai did not want to say any more. He chanted the Buddha's name, and the five sacred treasures around him were opened at the same time. In an instant, there was a loud roar, responding to the thunder in the sky.
"Five realms."
Bai Wangyu looked at the five dazzling acupoints that lit up on the person in front of him, his expression gloomy.
"Master Zhang!"
At the same time, in the Taixue Palace, Wen Xiuru, the second disciple of the Confucian sect, looked at the master of Confucianism in front of him and begged, "Are we just going to watch something happen to our senior brother?"
"This is the path he chose."
The Master of Dharma and Confucianism said calmly, "You have to bear the consequences yourself!"
Outside the Taixue Palace, heavy rain poured down, and Bai Wangyu's right hand was dripping with blood. Facing the great practitioners of the Five Realms, he refused to retreat even half a step.
He knew that if he retreated, Brother Li would be in danger.
"Haoran Chapter!"
With a soft drink, Bai Wangyu's whole body was blazing with white light, and the majestic and endless aura of righteousness rose, blazing and dazzling, and the heat wave surged, evaporating all the rain around him.
"The style of a gentleman."
The sword energy broke through the air, and the righteousness was overwhelming. In the dark night, a bright sword cut through the darkness and slashed at the Buddha in front of him.
"boom!"
Fa Hai raised his purple gold bowl and blocked Tai Yi's sword energy. At the same time, he landed a palm on the former's chest.
"Well!"
With a muffled groan, he retreated several steps, and blood spilled from the corners of Bai Wangyu's mouth, adding to the injuries.
"Master Zhang!"
In the Taixue Palace, Wen Xiuru felt that the situation of the senior brother outside was getting worse and worse, and said anxiously, "If we don't take action, the senior brother may really be in danger!"
In front of him, the Master of Dharma and Confucianism clenched his hands tightly. Finally, he sighed in his heart, turned his back, and said no more words.
Wangyu, why bother!
"Haoran Chapter!"
Outside the Taixue Palace, Bai Wangyu, who was seriously injured, endured the injury and opened the blood path with his sword. Haoran regained his righteousness, and a waterfall of blood was dazzling.
"The red dust is rolling!"
The sword light cut through the dark night, the bloody light was dazzling, using blood as a guide, the sword's power was earth-shattering.
Ahead, Fahai frowned slightly as he looked at the bloody sword light piercing the air in front of him. He waved the purple golden bowl and dispersed it with a loud bang.
Unexpectedly, at the moment when the bloody sword energy collapsed, a flash of sword light rushed towards him, reaching the limit and reaching his eyes in an instant.
"Um?"
Fa Hai's expression changed, he didn't dare to hesitate, and his figure immediately retreated.
However, it was already a step too late.
With a bang, Taiyi's sword cut through the monk's robe, bringing out a waterfall of dazzling blood. This was the first time the monk was injured since the war.
"This is not Confucian martial arts."
Fahai turned his palm to start the battle, glanced at the wound on his chest, his expression darkened, and he said coldly.
"puff!"
Ten steps away, Bai Wangyu staggered again and spat out a mouthful of blood. The injuries inside his body became increasingly difficult to suppress.
"This is indeed not Confucian martial arts."
Bai Wangyu steadied his body, raised the sword in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "This is the Flying Immortal Art."
"The best method in the world, the Flying Immortal Technique?"
Fa Hai heard this, his eyes darkened, and he said, "You are not specialized in the Flying Immortal Technique, but you are still able to practice this technique to such an extent. As a great disciple of the Confucian sect, your talent is truly astonishing."
"Excessive praise."
Bai Wangyu raised his head, looked at the heavy rain in the sky, and responded softly.
In the Taixue Palace, dozens of eyes were watching the battle outside, anxious and helpless.
"So irritating!"
In the North Courtyard, Yao Guihai slapped his hand on the table in front of him and said angrily, "Is this all you can do?"
"The four masters have orders that no one from the Confucian sect will interfere in this battle."
Li Hanqing said coldly, "Unless Xiao Wangyu can enter the Taixue Palace on his own."
"How to get in!"
Yao Guihai said angrily, "The person in front of him is a great practitioner of the Five Realms. No matter how strong Xiao Wangyu is, it is impossible to escape from the hands of a great practitioner of the Five Realms."
"Stop making noise!"
In the courtyard, Chen Qiaoer, who had never spoken, shouted coldly, "Is there anything impossible? Didn't he just give that bald donkey a sword? The third level hurt the fifth level. Can any of you do it? , shut up and wait, as soon as Xiao Wangyu enters Taixue, we will take over this battle immediately."
When Li Hanqing and Yao Guihai heard this, they suppressed their anger and nodded. They stopped arguing and concentrated on waiting for the miracle to appear.
Outside the Taixue Palace, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.
"Old Bai, remember, after you carry the monster's body to attract the attention of the bald donkey, you must go to the Taixue Palace as soon as possible. Even if those old men no longer want to interfere with this matter, they will not let the bald donkey break into the Taixue Palace without permission. Palace, so as long as you get to Taixue, you will be safe."
"Brother Li, don't worry, I will do my best."
"It's not about trying your best, but you must do it. Remember, don't be obsessed with fighting."
"I see!"
"Old Bai."
"Huh? What's wrong, does Brother Li have any other explanations?"
"Be sure nothing happens!"
Outside Taixue, under the pouring rain, Bai Wangyu, covered in blood, thought about Li Ziye's words when leaving, and a smile appeared on his tired face.
Brother Li, it seems that this time, I am going to break my promise.
The sword rises, blood spurts out, dyeing the sword's edge red. Bai Wangyu crosses the sword, and a body of blood rises into the sky.
"Forbidden style!"
