As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Ling stood up, but he had his wooden sword on his back and did not use it. Ma Heng saw this and sneered: "You are seeking death yourself, but you can't blame me!" As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Heng suddenly punched out. This punch seemed to carry the phantom of the hill, shattering time and space.
But the next second, Ye Ling also punched out. His fist seemed ordinary, but when it landed on Ma Heng's fist, he instantly blocked his attack.
Ma Heng couldn't help but feel shocked, and then smiled and said: "Let's see how many punches you can take!" Immediately afterwards, Ma Heng's fists came like raindrops.
But Ye Ling had no expression on his face, but he accepted them one by one. The two of them just relied on a pair of fists, going back and forth, and punched thousands of people in the blink of an eye.
The monks who were watching the excitement around had expressions of shock on their faces: "This Ma Heng's technique is for cultivating the body. It is said that he can knock down mountains with his body. Ye Ling can actually compete with him head-on with his body!"
"Not only that, you can see that Ma Heng's face is solemn, and it is clear that he has nothing to do with Ye Ling. But Ye Ling is doing it with ease, and the winner has been decided."
"I didn't expect that a sword cultivator could have such a powerful physique. I really want to know where he came from and what Daozang inheritance he got." Above the void, Ma Heng took a few steps back, gasping for air, his face full of surprise.
He really didn't expect that he could do nothing to Ye Ling. Ye Ling lowered his hands, his face still expressionless, and just said lightly: "Are you coming again?" Ma Heng did not speak, but Yin Yizhi behind him had already said: "Brother Ma, there is no need to show him any favors." , just smash him!" Before he finished speaking, Ye Ling suddenly pointed out a finger, and a sharp edge shot out, instantly cutting off one of Yin Yizhi's arms, and blood spurted out.
"Ah——" Yin Yizhi screamed and was at a loss. Ye Ling remained expressionless: "Noisy!"
"Ah——" Yin Yizhi's scream echoed in the void. Ma Heng saw this and said angrily: "Ye Ling, don't involve others in the grudge between you and me!"
"What grudges do I have with you?" Ye Ling sneered: "You just want to kill me to make your name famous. For such a ridiculous vanity in your heart, you can kill without restraint. Do people like you deserve to live?"
"You..." Before Ma Heng could finish his words, he saw a sharp aura surrounding him at some point.
The next moment, the shadow of the sword flashed, and countless blood beads scattered from Ma Heng's body. His body broke into pieces and fell down. The cuttlefish on the sea opened its big mouth, and a dragon sucked all the flesh and blood.
Ye Ling's face was gloomy and he stepped forward. Yin Yizhi and a few people behind him turned pale with fear and immediately used their skills to escape.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The edge of the sword passed through the void and ruthlessly harvested the lives of several people. The corpses were eaten by cuttlefish, which made him let out a long burp.
The monks fell into deathly silence again. They had just seen the battle between Ye Ling and Zixuan, and thought Ye Ling was calm.
But at this moment, he did not hesitate to kill several people, making people realize that Ye Ling's sword had not been unsheathed.
"Amitabha!" A Buddha's call resounded throughout the sky, followed by four disciples from the Six Paths Buddhist Hall, namely Nian Zhen, Nian Zhen, Nian Xin and Nian Xing.
Among them, monk Nien Xin traveled around the world and was widely famous. Monk Nianding stayed in seclusion in the temple all year round and was not known to outsiders.
Nian Xing is still young and not very strong. Nian Zhen is the elder among his peers and has excellent Buddhist practice. He is said to be the successor trained by the monk Huiming.
I saw Monk Nian Zhen and Monk Nian Xin walking up to Ye Ling. Monk Nian Xin smiled and said, "Donor Ye, we meet again." Ye Ling had no expression on his face and nodded slightly: "These two eminent monks are here, could it be that they have something to do with you?" "What kind of advice do you have?" He thought to himself: "Almsgiver Ye, you are too violent right now and your mind is unclear. You have already killed more than ten people in a row, all of which are sins. Why do you still do this? You must know that the sea of suffering is boundless, and you will find the shore when you turn around." Ye Ling stared at him for a moment, and then With a loud smile, he said to Luo Wenzhou and other Confucian disciples: "You Confucian scholars haven't come to sell me my benevolence, righteousness, and morality, but this monk first said it was time to turn around." All the Confucian scholars talked about it, and Fei Zhenghong said with a smile: "I will do it if I don't do it. You must be crazy and stubborn. A crazy person is aggressive, but a stubborn person is unwilling to do something." It should be like this. Kong Fanzheng and others also laughed when they heard this.
After hearing this, Nian Xin frowned, feeling very unhappy. She wanted to argue, but was stopped by Nian Zhen. Nian Zhen has a delicate appearance, with a pair of soft red phoenix eyes. There is always a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his brows are slightly wrinkled, which is the image of compassion.
He clasped his hands in front of him and asked Ye Ling: "The donor has a grudge?"
"There is a grudge."
"Grudge"
"It's all about resentment!"
"It's gratifying to kill dozens of people."
"do not like."
“Ashamed”
"No shame!"
"I want to kill others again"
"If anyone offends me, I will kill him!"
"How to stop killing"
"Revenge!"
"A great revenge has been avenged. What if you make a new enemy and someone comes to kill you?"
"Since people come to kill me, they are enemies. Since they are enemies, they can only end it!"
"If this is the case, hatred has no beginning and no end. Everyone takes revenge as their career. They are either alive or dead. In the end, they are struggling in the sea of suffering and there is no escape. If the donor is willing to abandon the boat and land, he can only endure the temporary anger, but he can Is the donor willing to save thousands of living beings?" Ye Ling looked at Nian Zhen's half-smiling face and couldn't help but squeeze out a smile: "When I have my revenge, the eminent monk will persuade the people in Yuxuan Palace to put down their butcher knives and become the emperor immediately. Buddha, wouldn't it be more meritorious?" Nian Zhen shook his head when he heard the words and said: "The donor has misjudged the young monk. No matter the donor or the Yuxuan Palace, the young monk must persuade you. If you are still unwilling to let go of your grudges, the young monk is willing to die to bear the responsibility." After that, , Nian Zhen sat down with Buddha's light all over his body, dazzling.
"Senior brother!" Nianxin gritted her teeth and looked at Ye Ling, fearing that Ye Ling would take action against Nianzhen. Ye Ling looked at Nian Zhen who had put down all precautions, and couldn't help but think of a martial arts book he had read in his previous life. The eminent monk there volunteered to be beaten to death in order to eliminate the resentment of a man who went around killing people seeking revenge.
The current Nian Zhen seems to be consistent with the eminent monk's approach. But a cold air suddenly spread in the sky, and a cold sword intent hit Ye Ling directly.
Ye Ling raised his head slightly, his eyes facing the incoming sword intent, and the void was split in an instant. Ye Ling looked into the distance and saw Luo Hanjiang dressed in black. He also looked at him and said, "You can fight me now." But Ye Ling shook his head and said, "Look at this eminent monk sitting here, how can he Can we allow us to use our swords?" Luo Hanjiang glanced at Nian Zhen and said, "I don't care what he did." Ye Ling said, "I didn't ask him to come."
"Don't say anything, just take the sword!" Luo Hanjiang suddenly unsheathed his sword, and the cold air shrouded the surrounding sky, instantly turning into a sharp edge and heading towards Ye Ling.
Immediately after a flash of sword light, Luo Hanjiang seemed to merge with the sword, tearing the entire void apart.
"Flying Immortal Sword!" A discerning person exclaimed: "This is the sword technique of Tongtian Sword Sect. It is said to be able to break the sky." Ye Ling frowned slightly, Luo Hanjiang's strength was more powerful than before, and he took action It was all his strength that Ye Ling had to deal with carefully.
But just when Ye Ling was about to draw his sword, Monk Nian Zhen suddenly dodged and faced Luo Hanjiang. But seeing the Buddha's light all over his body, he formed a seal with his two palms on his chest, and then the Buddha's light condensed into two hand seals and suddenly shot towards the Luohan River.
"Great Arhat Palm!" Someone said: "This is the heaven-level technique of the Six Paths Buddhist Hall. Nian Zhen is indeed the number one among the younger generation in the Six Paths Buddhist Hall!" There was a loud sound in the void, followed by an explosion in the void. Come on, Luo Hanjiang stepped back and said with a cold face: "Monk, if you keep meddling in other people's business, I won't be polite!"
"Amitabha, Donor Luo, the poor monk is here to stop the fight today. All sins can be attributed to the poor monk."
"Hahaha, Master Nianzhen, let's not call him Nianzhen, change his name to Tianzhen!" A voice resounded through the sky, but a swordsman in red appeared in the void. He stretched out his hand to lift the hat on his head, revealing his face, which was exactly: " A face is made by nature, and a third part of heroic spirit is unique in the world. With a sword, he is a stranger in the world, and he is still drunk in the fairy court. He has no intention of fighting, no intention of fighting, but the road is bumpy and uneven. Who knows how to be at ease, but there is no ruthlessness in death. " A monk recognized him and said in surprise: "He is a disciple of Tongtian Sword Sect, thank you Zhengchen!"
"This person is the most powerful person in this generation of Tongtian Sword Sect. Even Luo Hanjiang is a little behind." Luo Hanjiang sneered when he heard this. Only the disciples of Tongtian Sword Sect knew that the number one person was not Luo Hanjiang. , but it wasn’t him Xie Zhengchen.
As soon as Xie Zhengchen appeared, Nian Xin, Nian Ding and Nian Xing also came to Nian Zhen's side. Nian Zhen silently recited a Buddha's name and asked with a smile: "Thank you, donor. What do you mean by this?" Master, why bother?" Nian Zhen said: "Fighting brings about joy and anger, and joy and anger are inevitably impulsive. Impulsiveness can cause bad consequences, and bad consequences can become evil causes. The cycle goes back and forth, and no good is done. Thank you donor, since you have power, it is better to help others do good. , having the Tao is to save a life, which is worse than building a seven-level pagoda. Don’t use this power for harm.” Xie Zhengchen laughed and said: “It is said that monks are good at deceiving people, so they have followers all over the world. I think it is Kong. Even if the old master is reborn, I will say a word of shame to you!" As soon as he said this, Sun Daoxian, who was behind Fei Zhenghong, stepped forward and said: "Xie Zhengchen, if you quarrel with Nian Zhen, don't involve Kong Sheng!"
"Come to think of it, aren't your Confucian ancestors and their Buddhist ancestors all preaching scriptures, preaching good deeds and admonishing benevolence? How come you, the disciples and disciples, are not as good as other monks?" Xie Zhengchen kept smiling and said: " It’s a pity, no wonder the Buddhists in the Western Lands are able to preach to the five regions, but you, the hundreds of schools of thought, can only stay in the central region!”
"shut up!"
"hateful!"
"Xie Zhengchen, you have insulted my Confucian sect too much!" The scribes were furious and looked at Xie Zhengchen fiercely.
Only Kong Fanzheng smiled slightly and stepped forward and said: "Xie Zhengchen, you don't have to sow discord. If you want to draw your sword, Master Nianzhen will never take a step back."
"Oh" Xie Zhengchen raised his eyebrows: "After you said this, I still have to pull out this sword." Qianqianyigui Gu Ruoyu said: "Brother Xie Dao, if you look down on Master Nianzhen, I can also accompany you. A few tricks.”
"Okay, okay, for this reason, I have to ask for advice!" Xie Zhengchen suddenly took a step, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and a sword intent swept through everyone around him. Some monks were immediately frightened by this sword intent. Don't dare to move at all.
Kong Fanzheng and others changed their expressions slightly: "Xie Zhengchen, what do you mean?" Xie Zhengchen said: "Everyone here is a hero of the world and a leader in the sect. Since the gathering is here, it would be a pity if it doesn't become lively." As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Zhengchen suddenly struck out with a sword towards Nian Zhen, and the sharp edge of the sword split time and space and transformed into thousands.
Ye Ling looked at Xie Zhengchen's sword, and suddenly felt something in his heart, and the sword aura lightly floated on his body.
Monk Nianzhen's body was illuminated by the Buddha's light, and he struck out with another Arhat's Palm, facing Xie Zhengchen's sword. Unexpectedly, under the palm of the Buddha, Xie Zhengchen tilted the long sword in his hand, and suddenly the sharp sword energy was scattered in all directions, and it slashed towards the surrounding monks.
