Hear the voice transmission.
Yu Lian was overjoyed and calmed down, but she kept her expression on her face and reached forward:
"Your Excellency, please."
"The wind is coming!"
The old monk didn't talk nonsense. He pinched the magic formula with his hands and raised the red and yellow flags. Suddenly, a bone-eroding sinister wind roared in, and then black clouds came over the city. Before it was over, he shouted again:
"Here comes the rain!"
The yellow rain fell, each drop weighing ten thousand kilograms, and the void was almost distorted.
"Zhantian!"
Yu Lian's expression did not change, she held her jade hand empty, turned her mana into a sword, and slashed out with a sword that returned to its original nature, letting out the killing intent and evil energy that had been stored in her body for several years.
"boom!"
After ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tested. Today I show you that it will be wiped out by wind and rain.
"Is this the non-killing sword you are proud of?"
The old Buddha couldn't help but sigh: "It's really good. If you give it another three to five years, you may be able to become a giant... It's a pity that you are still immature and have not yet grasped the essence of this sword."
"snort."
Yu Lian snorted coldly and said nothing, but the sword energy around her body became more and more fierce. An invincible will that could not break anything actually condensed into a solid body, as powerful as a broken bamboo.
A non-killing sword is by no means compassionate, on the contrary, it is an extremely vicious sword.
If you don't kill, you will kill. When fighting with others, the sword's energy will be 70% and 30% remaining. The moment it is unsheathed, you can only see the cauldron sinking the boat, killing everyone, the sword's light is frosty and cold in nineteen continents.
"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful."
The old monk applauded again and again: "I really don't know who created such a mysterious sword skill. If you are willing to enter my spiritual mountain, you will definitely have another place in the three Buddhas, but..."
Sudden.
He changed the subject, and the red and yellow flag in his hand became more powerful and deadly.
"You're not him!"
Instantly.
The old Buddha stepped forward, and the aura of the underworld fell down, like a piece of golden lace clothing that was inviolable by all things, and it was wrapped with endless Yin and dark energy, as if the heaven and earth would melt if it touched it.
"Arrogant!"
Yu Lian retreated sharply while using her sword aura to prevent the old Buddha from getting close.
The intuition of the mortal-killing realm told her that once she was entangled in this underworld energy, all her magic power and life essence would be swallowed up in an instant and turned into nothing.
but.
How could the other party ask her to get her wish?
"Yu Lian!"
Suddenly, after hearing the screams, the old monk opened and closed his golden mouth, as if there was a mighty force connecting the heaven and the earth, descending the brilliant sound of the sky, making an invisible sound wave impact and bursting, the sound stopped the moving clouds, and it was deafening:
"Bold Yu Lian will not be punished!!"
The roar of a Buddhist lion directly attacks the soul.
All the monks, including Yu Lian, were stunned for a second. Don't underestimate this second. In battles between great monks, victory or defeat often happens in the blink of an eye.
"boom!"
The withered Buddha's palm hit Yu Lian's left shoulder straight and straight. At this moment, the old monk's magic power was pushed to the extreme without any reservation. The latter seemed to be hit head-on by a Buddhist mountain.
"puff!"
The body flew out and slammed into the towering Mahavira Palace. The huge impact and destructive force directly caused the ancient temple with a long history to collapse.
The Huangquan Qi also took advantage of the fire and climbed into her body, swallowing up the spiritual energy of Yu Lian's Dantian. Of course, under the control of the old monk, her longevity was not damaged.
"It's about to end."
The five people watching the battle met and their eyes flickered:
"This woman's defeat is certain."
"Be careful with this monk. Buddhist monks are best at conspiracy and calculation."
"Are you afraid?"
"If this old bald ass dares to play tricks and happens to do it, I don't believe that he will still have strength after this battle. If there is one less person, we will get more."
The old monk in black turned a deaf ear to the whispers of several people. Maybe he didn't hear them, or maybe he heard them but didn't care. He crossed the dusty sky and walked straight towards Yu Lian.
Yu Lian lay in the ruins with her eyes closed, seemingly resigned to her fate.
"Amitabha."
Looking at this scene from a distance, the old monk looked compassionate, clasped his hands and said: "Yu Lian, you and I are both under the seat of the Buddha. We are thinking of our fellow disciples, and I will give you a happy life."
Say it.
He bent his fingers, mana surged, and grabbed the latter's snowy neck.
Who knows.
Yu Lian suddenly opened her eyes, and her originally dull and dim pupils suddenly burst out with a terrifying sword light. Just her breath was enough to tear apart Zhan Fan's sword power.
"No, she has a back-up plan, retreat quickly!"
The old monk's face changed drastically, and he rushed out of the ancient temple decisively. His reaction and speed were so fast that he even left an afterimage on the spot. When the five people saw this, they realized something was wrong and immediately followed suit.
However.
It's still too late.
This sword energy is the strongest one given by Chen Yi, and it can severely damage Zhan Fan.
The old monk had used all his strength to attack before, but faced Yu Lian's counterattack on the verge of death. Naturally, it was impossible for him to escape unscathed. It was now a window of opportunity, and the probability of evasion was... small.
The remaining few who are not as good as him, let alone those who are not as good as him, will definitely die.
The sword energy flows, and the sword light reaches the sky, like a peerless swordsman holding an immortal sword. It is clear in all directions, illuminated by the stainless sword light, penetrating the boundless void, and killing six fleeing people.
dark place.
Chen Yi frowned slightly: The power of this sword energy was obviously beyond Yu Lian's control. He didn't care about the life and death of the other five cultivators. This old Buddha had to live.
At least I can't die now!
then.
He planned to save the old Buddha.
