Yu Lan looked at the cracked golden bell and said contemptuously: "Little monk, why did I see a cow flying in the sky?"
Wuhua was confident in his defense just now, but this time, a crack appeared in the golden bell shadow.
Wu Hua went down the mountain, had never encountered a strong enemy, and had no experience fighting against strong men. After all, the robber didn't want to waste time on this homeless monk.
Along the way, Wuhua practiced medicine to save people, but he only dealt with some village bullies and bullies who were causing trouble in the village. These people have never even entered martial arts.
If anyone has met the strongest opponents so far, it should be Qi Zhengchu and Zhao Han.
But right now, these dozen people are all experts at the sixth level of Armor Breaking and even the seventh level of Opening Monument. How can Wuhua alone be able to resist them?
clang!
A meteor hammer as big as a water tank hit the golden bell shadow again, and cracks spread like spider webs in all directions.
Wuhua's childish face showed some sadness.
Master, the people at the foot of the mountain are so powerful. My disciple may be going to see the Buddha.
The swaggering phantom of the golden bell attracted everyone's attention. Si Qinxue's passionate piano music turned into sharp blades and struck the phantom of the golden bell.
Each impact can dim the golden light a bit, and the mysterious Sanskrit script begins to fragment.
The little monk Wuhua stood in front of him. The golden bell trembled, but he did not take a step back.
Seeing the golden bell's shadow become fragmented and almost transparent.
Wan'er said worriedly: "Master Wuhua, retreat quickly!"
Everyone can see that once the golden bell is broken, Wuhua will be the target of public criticism. A dozen people added their swords to their bodies, and the song that entered the formation would also become the funeral song for little monk Wuhua.
"Get out of the way!" Li Wantong said.
From being kidnapped to regaining his composure, it took less than a cup of tea. Li Wantong looked at the dozen people in the small courtyard.
Wuhua remained motionless, looking like he was sacrificing his life for righteousness.
"Donor. The Buddha said, if the little monk doesn't go to hell, who will go to hell?"
Li Wantong stepped forward, the sword-qi chopsticks in his hands shining brightly in front of everyone's eyes.
Immediately, someone shouted: "Grandmaster's Sword Qi, that's Grandmaster's Sword Qi!"
The moment Li Wantong broke his chopsticks and unleashed the Grandmaster's Sword Qi still made everyone tremble, and even Mr. Three had to avoid it. If Mr. San hadn't discovered some clues at the moment before the chopsticks broke, he would have avoided it in time.
This sword energy can directly cut Mr. San in half.
There are only a few tenth-grade grandmasters in this world.
The master's remaining power is still there, and this chopstick is enough to kill half of these people.
"How many sword energies did Li Haomiao leave behind?" Mr. Third said angrily. A grandmaster can't just condense his sword energy and give it away to others, right?
Wei Wuji smiled coldly and said, "It seems your plan today is going to fail."
Mr. San struck out with a palm, using his strength to distance himself from Wei Wuji. In a head-to-head battle, Mr. San is no match for the Beidou Camp Kaiyang General.
In the Beidou Camp that year, General Kaiyang's combat power was among the best, and he was an important figure in the Beidou Camp that shocked the northern border. Even if he has been living in seclusion for many years, his cultivation has not diminished from his former glory.
Mr. Third looked at Li Wantong in the distance. If Wei Wuji hadn't delayed, he would have been able to kidnap Li Wantong away.
"Wei Wuji, you can't stop me today!"
Mr. Third watched the vast sword energy pierce the air, as if it was about to tear apart the entire night.
In an instant, the dozens of people dispersed like frightened birds and beasts. The killer who couldn't hide screamed one after another.
But after all, this sword was made by Li Wantong, and it lacked a lot of speed. When the sword energy swayed out, the killers were already on guard, running away if they could, and blocking if they could.
The three armor-breaking fifth-level killers lost their breath and could no longer leave this small courtyard.
The killers all retreated, looking at the dead people with fear in their hearts. No one present could block this sword.
Li Wantong sighed, the sword did not exert the power it should have in her hand. If Li Haomiao takes action, it will not be as simple as killing three killers, but these people will all die here.
When the sword energy burst out, the sound of Si Qinxue's piano also stopped.
In other words, it becomes disorganized.
The strings on the winding beam trembled, as if they felt the murderous intent in the sword energy and became frightened.
Siqin Xue didn't squint, her fingertips gently smoothed the vibrating strings, and then let the messy piano sounds disappear into the dark night.
Is this the sword energy of a tenth-grade master?
Si Qinxue was even more happy. She was lucky enough to see the master's sword energy twice, which was also very beneficial to her practice.
The little monk Wuhua looked compassionate and chanted: "Amitabha."
The young monk from Xuankong Temple has always known that killing people is not good.
"Donor Li, it's not good to kill people." Wuhua said seriously.
Li Wantong looked at Wu Hua and said, "Master is wrong. They want to kill us. God has the virtue of good life. If they want to kill, they will kill. Don't they allow us to save ourselves?"
Li Wantong's words left Wuhua irrefutable.
These people were originally engaged in murder and arson, and now they were attacking with such ferocity that they clearly wanted to kill all the people in the courtyard.
Wuhua lowered his head and read again.
"Amitabha."
The golden bell phantom has collapsed, and Wuhua's expression is also a little more tired. The supporting golden bell is being attacked by dozens of killers. Even if Wuhua has a strong cultivation level, he cannot sustain it for a long time.
The remaining killers looked at each other and did not dare to step forward.
Who knows if that seemingly frail woman still has the third master sword energy in her hands.
If you risk your life, you will only become cannon fodder.
superior?
The opponent struck out with his sword again, and he could not escape death.
Not on?
If the stalemate continues, the Northern Border Army outside the city will arrive sooner or later. It will even fall into a situation where it is impossible to escape.
The killer's hesitation made Li Wantong and others feel relieved. This moment gave them some time to breathe and think about their next response.
But a sound of piano broke the deadlock that lasted only a few breaths.
Si Qinxue plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano came like a trickle of a mountain stream. It was not as urgent as entering the formation. The relaxed and freehand music in the ears made everyone think of mountains and rivers. They relaxed their minds for a while and forgot about it. Understand the urgency of the critical situation at this time.
The soft sound of the piano seemed to have a magical power, making everyone take off their guard.
With glassy eyes and numb expressions, everyone has lost their spirit and stands stiffly in place like a walking corpse.
Bang!
The sound of the piano suddenly turned, and the mountain stream turned into a stormy wave, exploding in everyone's ears.
In an instant, Li Wantong and others spurted blood from their mouths, and their faces turned pale. He was obviously seriously injured.
In the small courtyard, except for Wei Wuji who was still fighting with Mr. San, everyone else was attacked by Qin Yin.
Wuhua frowned, with a painful look on his face, and touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, feeling surprised. At the moment just now, the calm energy and blood in his body were actually out of his control and wanted to break out of his body.
He looked at the people around him and saw that both Lao Huang and Wang Dafu fell to the ground with painful expressions on their faces as they calmed down the rioting Qi in their bodies.
For example, Li Wantong and others, apart from the surge of Qi and blood, did not have that rioting Qi, but they felt much better.
Can this piano sound control the true energy and blood?
Wuhua looked at the woman in white playing the piano outside the small courtyard, her eyes calm but fearful.
The world is so vast and full of wonders. The young monk gained knowledge again. No wonder all the senior brothers have to enter the mortal world. It turns out that there are so many different people in the mortal world.
The song is over.
The killers came to their senses, their hearts filled with fear. This is the fear for Si Qinxue.
If Si Qinxue had murderous intentions, all of them would die.
Si Qinxue said calmly: "I'll leave the rest to you. Don't let me down."
Everyone's hearts trembled when they heard this, and they immediately looked at Li Wantong. Now Wuhua and others have been injured, and Li Wantong has also fallen to the ground weakly. He may not even have the strength to break a chopstick.
Whoosh whoosh!
The figures all rushed towards Li Wantong.
Looking at the approaching killer, Wuhua whispered: "One flower, one world."
In an instant, the golden Buddha seal between Wuhua's eyebrows burst into bright light.
The Buddhist seal with the character "卍" separated from Wuhua's eyebrows and turned into a bewitching manzhushahua in the golden light, fluttering in the wind.
Wherever the golden light goes, there are blossoming red Manjusawa flowers blooming. Although the golden light is illusory, it is extremely real, as if you can reach out and pick off the blossoming Manjusana flowers.
Sanskrit chanting, one after another Manzhusava leaves the ground and flies towards the sky. Every time a Manzhusava flies up, another one will grow in the same position.
One flower and one world, one leaf and one paradise.
At this time, the killer surrounded by Manzhushahua seemed to have crossed the Wangchuan River and came to the far other side, where he saw the Manzhushahua left on the other side in his previous life.
There are no two identical Manzhu Shahua flowers in the world, just as there are no two identical people in the world.
"Is this what I looked like in my last life?" One person murmured, and his eyes reflected the Manzhushahua in front of him, as well as another person's life.
The same goes for everyone else, who are all obsessed with the past of their previous life and thus forget their current tasks.
When Si Qinxue saw this scene, she asked: "Illusion?"
Wuhua shook his head and said, "This was the last life of all the donors."
one flower one World.
One of the unique skills of Xuankong Temple. Throughout the ages, very few people have been able to accomplish this unique skill. People who have a clear heart and a clear mind cannot practice it.
Now among the disciples of Xuankong Temple, only the little monk Wuhua has cultivated the One Flower One World.
"It's just a mystery." Si Qinxue said, "In that case, I happen to have a Resurrection Song."
As Si Qinxue raised her hand, the sound of the piano came again.
Wu Hua looked solemn and said: "Donor Li, please leave quickly. The young monk won't last long."
One Flower, One World consumes Wuhua's true energy at an extremely fast rate, and it is extremely difficult to maintain such a stunt. Besides, several of these killers are not weaker than Wuhua.
"Want to leave? Dreaming!" Mr. Third rushed out of nowhere and grabbed Li Wantong directly with a hand wearing a silk glove.
Mr. San and Wei Wuji fought each other, but moved in the direction of Li Wantong whenever they had the opportunity.
After dozens of attempts, I finally succeeded.
When Mr. San reached out his hand, Wei Wuji's gun followed him.
clang!
Sparks were flying everywhere, and Wei Wuji once again knocked back Mr. Three. After being unable to defeat the opponent for a long time, Wei Wuji was extremely upset. The middle-aged scholar opposite seemed to be very familiar with his own moves, and he could handle them no matter how fast they were.
But just as Wei Wuji was repelling Mr. Three, a figure appeared behind Wei Wuji.
boom!
The blade flashed and slashed straight into Wei Wuji's back.
"Master Hou..." Wan'er exclaimed.
Wei Wuji also felt the murderous intention behind it. He never thought that there was a killer lurking in the secret.
The sword's light was swift and fierce, unstoppable.
In a hurry, Wei Wuji could only turn around, hold the spear with both hands, and block the knife.
The infuriating energy collided and the sound waves exploded.
Wei Wuji's figure flew upside down, spitting out mouthfuls of blood in the air. This sneak attack caused him to lose his fighting power instantly.
The person who came was no weaker than Wei Wuji.
The sudden stabbing was also prepared for a long time.
