dark night.
The bonfire dances, reflecting the nine-day cold moon.
Under the moon, the sound of battle was loud and the sword light was dazzling.
In the dazzling golden Buddha's field, the figures of the two people kept intertwining, and the battle became more and more intense.
The seemingly unchanged battle was changing subtly.
"Buddha is using Confucianism to improve his own domain!" Outside the battle, Faru opened his eyes and said in shock.
Under the current situation, Fozi could obviously end the battle quickly, but it has been delayed until now, obviously for ulterior motives.
"The best way to improve your strength is to hone yourself in battle."
On the side, Kong Qiu responded calmly, "This battle will also determine whether Xiu Ru can realize his potential and truly reach the level of his senior brother and Sanzang."
When Fa Ru heard the words of the Confucian leader, he looked forward, clenched his hands tightly, and his eyes were full of worry.
As a teacher, how can you not hope that your disciples can surpass yourself? Teachers, teachers and fathers all want their children to succeed after all.
Under the gazes of the two men, in the battle ahead, swords and palms clashed, Fo Yuan and Haoran's righteousness impacted each other, and each of them took three steps back.
"Haoran chapter, three points of Lingxu!"
When the battle reaches a fever pitch, Wen Xiuru gathers his energy and calms down. The situation on his sword changes, and it rolls with might and momentum.
Then, with a slash of the sword, the Buddha's teachings were shattered.
Visible to the naked eye, Haoran's sword cuts through the Buddha's domain, and the sword energy instantly reaches Sanzang.
"Amitabha."
With the sword energy close to him, Sanzang's expression remained calm. He clasped his hands together, the golden light around his body flourished, and a bright mirror appeared, blocking Haoran's sword with a bang.
"Um?"
When Wen Xiuru saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Not quite right.
It seemed that no matter how high his offensive was, Sanzang could resolve it just right.
There is a problem in this area.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiuru closed his eyes, relaxed his spiritual consciousness, and felt the power of the realm with his mind's eye.
"Xiu Ru seems to have noticed something unusual!"
Outside the battle, Fa Ru saw his disciple's reaction, his expression slightly condensed, and he said.
"not bad."
On the side, Confucius responded in a calm tone, "Now, it depends on how far the Confucian scholar can go."
While the two were talking, in the battle ahead, Wen Xiuru closed his eyes and felt the realm with his mind's eye, and his expression immediately changed.
Under the cover of the Buddha's realm, the monstrous evil energy surged into the sky, endless and shocking.
The next moment, Wen Xiuru opened his eyes, held the sword in front of him, and passed the sword with three fingers, soaring to the sky.
"Haoran Chapter, Yun'ao Poshen Ruins!"
In the chapter of Haoran, Yun Ao's move first appeared. In an instant, the majestic and endless Haoran's righteous energy gathered and rushed out of the Buddha's realm. Yun Ao transformed into a shape and immediately swooped down.
But after hearing an earth-shattering collision, Yun Ao broke through the Buddha's realm. Suddenly, the golden light shattered, and the real Buddha's realm appeared.
At night, a monstrous black demonic energy surged into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. In the demonic aura, a ferocious-looking demon Buddha appeared, and its terrifying aura made people shudder.
"It turns out that this is the realm of Buddhist disciples."
During the battle, Wen Xiuru looked at the changes in the scene around him and said.
"Amitabha."
In front of the image of the demon Buddha, Sanzang, who was full of demon aura, softly recited the Buddha's name and responded, "Since Brother Wen has seen through the trick of the young monk, the young monk will not hide it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sanzang swung the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the endless demonic energy turned into huge skulls and rushed forward.
Seeing this, Wen Xiuru advanced instead of retreating and rushed forward with his sword.
Unexpectedly.
At this moment, under the two people's feet, black air surged into the sky, trapping the Confucian's body.
"This is?"
Wen Xiuru paused and looked at the black hands holding his ankles below, his expression darkening.
There was a moment of stagnation. In front of him, Sanzang's figure had arrived, and he struck out with a palm, the power of which was shocking.
At the critical moment, Wen Xiuru held his sword in front of him, trying to block the former's palm power.
With the impact of his palm, Wen Xiuru's body flew out, three feet away, and staggered to the ground. Blood silently dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"not good."
Outside the battle, Fa Ru's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene.
Xiu Ru is going to lose.
On the side, Kong Qiu’s eyes also became serious.
Now is the critical moment for whether the cultivator can break through himself.
The power of the domain is indeed very powerful, but it is not superior to other powers.
The key is the degree of control over power.
At night, in the black demonic aura that filled the sky, Sanzang's aura became stronger and stronger. Under the two people's feet, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of palms appeared, like black waves, constantly swaying, as if they were going to drag them into hell. .
"Demon God Technique!"
Seeing that the situation was advantageous, Sanzang did not hesitate, condensed the demon essence in his palm, and reappeared the power of the demon god.
"Six desires are overwhelming!"
The secret technique of the demon race appeared in the world. In the realm of the demon Buddha, Sanzang's figure disappeared, and the black air surged out, one after another, towards the opponent in front.
After a breath, black auras came close to him during the battle, and then passed through Wen Xiuru's body.
Then, Sanzang's figure appeared out of thin air and slapped his chest with a palm.
"Lost."
Outside the battle, Fa Ru sighed softly and said after seeing this result.
"No, not yet."
On the side, Confucius said solemnly, "The battle is not over yet."
Before the words of the Confucian leader had finished, in the middle of the battle, at the moment when Sanzang's palm force struck, Wen Xiuru took half a step back. Under him, the Tai Chi Yin and Yang fish appeared, and the ice true energy merged with the demonic energy that had entered the body before, extremely The power of cold and the power of Haoran, the major cultivator, reach a true balance.
"Tai Chi Jin, return to the original state!"
At close range, Tai Chi transforms the power, and immediately counterattacks with a palm, as powerful as the sky.
Sanzang's expression darkened slightly. In front of him, the demonic energy gathered sharply and turned into a black mirror, blocking the front.
"boom!"
With the power of a palm, the black mirror instantly cracked, and then shattered with a bang.
Then, a palm fell, and Sanzang slipped out a few steps. Seven steps away, he exerted force on his feet to stop his retreat.
In front, Wen Xiuru stood there, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and did not take any further action.
The counterattack palm, although stunning, was exhausted and could not change the outcome of the battle.
"Amitabha."
Sanzang restrained his demonic aura, and the surrounding demon Buddha realm quickly disappeared. He looked at the person in front of him and asked with concern, "Brother Wen, how are you?"
"No problem."
Wen Xiuru stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and admitted defeat, "Buddha, you are indeed one of the four great geniuses in the world. I lost this battle."
"The young monk just took advantage of the demon race's regeneration power."
Sanzang stepped forward and said seriously, "In terms of real strength, the young monk may not be much better than Brother Wen."
"Confucian leader."
Outside the battle, Fa Ru said solemnly, "Xiu Ru's last palm seems to have turned the Buddha's demonic power into his own use."
"The road is uncontested."
Confucius replied calmly, "The young people of this generation are really amazing, and so are the Confucian practitioners."
Now it seems that with these children here, the calamity of winter may not be unbreakable.
The seeds sown by that little guy are already quietly blooming.
