At the same time as the sword was slashed, Li Xiuyuan, who looked slightly stern, turned into a wisp of smoke and rushed forward without hesitation!
At this time, the fat monk's demon-slaying sword was already on the road, having pierced through thousands of Buddha's lights, and reached a place three feet in front of him.
Looking at the tragic scene unfolding in the square, the thin monk sitting on the Buddhist altar turned pale and couldn't help clenching his fists.
When he saw Li Xiuyuan slashing with his sword, he didn't even try to avoid it, but rushed towards his opponent.
He knew that even if his junior brother won this battle, he would still be scarred.
This is an injury-for-injury, desperate play, crazy!
The rusty iron sword roared from the center of the square.
It is no longer as gentle as the spring breeze in March like the previous sword, but in an instant it turns into drizzle in autumn nights and snow in winter!
The fat monk looked at Li Xiuyuan who was rushing toward him with a cold and indifferent expression.
He didn't even look back at the senior brother who was worried about him on the Buddhist altar. He only had eyes for the enemy in front of him!
In the view of the thin monk, the junior brother is undoubtedly the most powerful and proudest monk among the generation of monks in Honglian Temple.
Once the sword is drawn, the result will be asked.
The monk sitting on the Buddhist altar then began to recite sutras. As the sutras were recited, the golden light accumulated in the pagoda gradually became stronger.
Finally, the Buddha's light, which was so thick that it could not be dissolved, tightly wrapped the fat monk.
Since he couldn't stop his junior brother from fighting his opponent, the thin monk had no choice but to sacrifice ten thousand Buddha lights and turn them into a pure Buddhist wind to protect the fat monk.
And Li Xiuyuan's rusty sword, which traveled through ten thousand rays of Buddha's light, was like a mud cow entering the sea, or like a sword entering a mire, carrying the force of wind and thunder, it continued to stab the fat monk!
It's just that the speed is much slower than before.
Under the silent gaze of the three people, the Demon-Conquering Sword and the Rusty Sword finally had a real collision within the ten thousand rays of Buddha's light.
Golden light splashes and electric light shines!
The fat monk's swordsmanship has now clearly understood the Buddhist principle of invulnerability to all evils, and he is only one chance away from stepping into the legendary realm!
Even so, Li Xiuyuan still did not stop.
Without entering the holy realm, he will not have his own rules, and he will not be able to borrow power from the heaven and earth in the pagoda.
But the Samsara Sword in his hand represents the purest rule in the world.
So much so that the rules of the Samsara Sword have even been integrated into Li Xiuyuan's flesh and bone marrow to a certain extent.
Once the rusty sword is in hand, he becomes the rule and order of this world.
As a result, the thin monk, who was sitting on the Buddha's back and chanting sutras endlessly, saw the most terrifying scene in his life, a scene that he could not erase until he entered reincarnation.
I saw the demon-conquering sword in the fat monk's hand, carrying thousands of Buddha's lights, and with supreme courage, the moment Li Xiuyuan flew over.
"Crack!" a sound sounded.
The Demon-Conquering Sword passed through Li Xiuyuan's chest, forcing Li Xiuyuan to stop while running.
Ordinarily, the fat monk was also running, rushing towards Li Xiuyuan with huge power. After his demon-conquering sword pierced the enemy's chest, there was still a huge inertia...
However, the two of them were stuck together.
Li Xiuyuan did not take a step back, and the fat monk also failed to move forward!
Until a black flower bloomed coquettishly behind the fat monk, until a long sword full of rust slowly stabbed out from the fat monk's back.
Even the ten thousand rays of Buddha's light are like an invisible quagmire, like the bottomless sea, and are finally pierced by a rusty sword.
Even though this sword seemed so slow, it was unreasonably slow.
There was no sadness or joy on the fat monk's face. He just looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Are you already immortal? How is it possible? Where did the immortality come from in this world?"
In his understanding, even his senior brother, who had already seen the hope of ascension, could not grasp and possess the legendary immortal body.
The fat monk spoke very softly, so softly that even Li Xiuyuan couldn't hear clearly unless he listened carefully.
Not to mention the thin monk who was still chanting sutras on the high altar.
Slowly, inch by inch, Li Xiuyuan pulled out the Samsara Sword from the fat monk's chest.
As the rusty sword left, Fatty Monk's demon-conquering sword also left Li Xiuyuan's chest inch by inch...
The thin monk watching this scene suddenly felt that his scalp was going to explode.
A black spring had splashed out from the junior brother's back, but Li Xiuyuan's chest, with the Demon-Conquering Sword separated from his body, didn't have a trace of blood, let alone the red flower he was expecting to bloom.
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan looked at the fat monk in front of him and replied one by one: "Because I am a Buddha and you are a devil!"
After saying that, he cut the snow with his sword, and the fat monk's head flew up into the air, with a final expression of unwillingness.
A thick black mist filled the pagoda.
The fat monk shouted loudly in the air: "Ah ah ah, I will wait for you on the last floor, don't get too proud too early!"
"You're too long-winded!"
Li Xiuyuan slashed with his sword towards the black mist that was gradually condensing in the space. The unwilling black mist once again let out a shrill cry and disappeared before Li Xiuyuan's eyes.
The thin monk who was still chanting sutras on the monk's platform had his lips a little white, and looked a little dry from the hurried chanting. When the black mist in the wind disappeared, he couldn't help but roared.
Seeing a group of junior disciples disappear in front of his eyes, no matter how high his concentration is and how profound the Dharma is, there will be a moment when he can't help it.
In this pagoda, a group of monks have subdued countless demons and monsters from the world. This situation has never happened before.
From this we can imagine what the scene where Li Xiuyuan survived being struck by his junior brother's sword meant to him.
His lips moved slightly, but his eyes were not looking at Li Xiuyuan ahead.
But the voices of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas carved on the dome of the pagoda are getting faster and louder.
"With the power of my supreme vow, I invite all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to appear and slay the demons!"
After speaking, a stream of essence and blood sprayed out from his mouth on the Buddhist sword in his hand, and then under Li Xiuyuan's gaze, a red flower gradually flew out from the Buddhist altar.
Flying higher and higher, flying bigger and bigger, and finally filling the dome of the entire pagoda!
There was deathly silence in the pagoda, except that Li Xiuyuan could hear his own heartbeat.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the dome were instantly dyed red by the red flowers, and all of them turned into red faces.
While Li Xiuyuan was stunned, these bright red blood stains slowly seeped into the Buddha statues on the dome. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas seemed to really hear the call of the thin monk.
The face of the Buddha statue carved from gold and stone suddenly became vivid, and the Bodhisattvas also showed compassion.
So the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who woke up instantly on the dome reflected thousands of Buddha lights, heading towards the monks on the Buddha platform, and slowly falling from the mid-air towards Li Xiuyuan.
Buddha's light appeared on the thin monk's body.
The thin monk's eyes fell on the sword in his hand.
As a result, the space inside the pagoda began to shake violently, and thousands of rays of Buddha's light were like a torrent of rivers and mountains, one level higher than the other, surging towards Li Xiuyuan.
The Buddha's light was about to fall on Li Xiuyuan, but was driven away by the Buddhist scriptures he recited.
He said: "It's like walking on mud, burdened by a heavy stone, gradually becoming more and more trapped, and the steps are deep... You must avoid evil paths and never experience them again."
There was a "Boom!" sound all around him, and invisible divine fire burned instantly.
Any falling Buddha's light is like a moth flying into a flame, disappearing into ashes in the blink of an eye.
The sword pointed at the Buddhas on the dome of the pagoda and said coldly: "You are blind, go back!"
"Buzz!" sounded, and the entire pagoda shook slightly, and the ten thousand Buddha lights falling from the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas slowly disappeared in an instant.
Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the Buddhist altar where the thin monk was sitting, and then they exploded amidst Li Xiuyuan's scolding!
Follow your words!
Buddhas are silent!
On the Buddhist platform, the thin monk's robes fluttered backwards, and the spiritual sword in his hand was trembling, and he was on the verge of going berserk.
However, even Li Xiuyuan could not imagine that the thin monk on the Buddhist altar did not want to fight him head-on, and then he did something that even if he killed Li Xiuyuan, he could not figure it out.
All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the pagoda had abandoned him, and Li Xiuyuan shouted back.
He knew that the seemingly powerless guy in front of him was still the most powerful enemy in his life.
So he sprayed another mouthful of blood on the spiritual sword, and he was not afraid that Li Xiuyuan would turn into a bolt of lightning and strike directly at the Buddhist altar.
He turned the spiritual sword in his hand into a spiritual arrow, using his body as the bow and his own blood as the string.
Between the lightning and stone fire, the spiritual arrow turned into a stream of light and pierced straight towards him.
This is his spiritual sword, his spiritual arrow, and the bet of his life!
When an arrow is shot, it is equivalent to opening up all the front of oneself and giving it to the opponent standing with the sword without reservation.
He is the proudest and most powerful protector monk in Honglian Temple. In order to kill the enemy, he did not hesitate to give everything he had to the cold-faced Li Xiuyuan in front of him.
Li Xiuyuan looked at the spiritual arrow that had become lightning, and felt all the changes in the pagoda after the spiritual arrow was shot, with a stern look on his face.
He murmured: "It turns out you can shoot swords (arrows) like this!"
Using his body as a bow to shoot a fatal arrow, the thin monk had already put his life and death at risk!
He was betting that Li Xiuyuan couldn't dodge this arrow that condensed the Buddhist mantra and his own essence and blood!
With his brows furrowed and after some weighing, Li Xiuyuan quietly withdrew the sword he was about to strike.
In the view of the thin monk, Li Xiuyuan would definitely die when he sheathed his sword. No one in the world could escape his painstaking arrow!
Quietly, Li Xiuyuan took a piece of yellow paper, held it in his hand, and drew a circle two feet in front of him.
In other words, he froze the space two feet in front of him.
In this world, except for Li Xiuyuan, who dares to feed a tiger with his body to catch a spiritual arrow (sword) condensed by a thin monk with the power of mantra and hard work?
The spiritual arrow that left the Buddha's body spun at high speed and brought out a fiery red tail flame, causing the air in the Buddha's body to instantly rub and burn.
The arrow body carried a ray of light belonging to the Buddhas. Where the sword and arrow pointed, the space in the pagoda instantly twisted, deformed and cracked, reaching straight for the unmoving Li Xiuyuan.
The power of an arrow, in Li Xiuyuan's eyes, this arrow already possesses the ability of an arrow without distance as mentioned by the teacher!
Just when the thin monk on the Buddhist altar couldn't help but let out a cheer, the fatal arrow he shot using his body as a bow had already flown in front of Li Xiuyuan.
The spiritual arrow turns into a sword in an instant, and is about to slay the demon!
How long is a moment, and how many fingertips pass by in the blink of an eye? Li Xiuyuan still held a corner of the burnt yellow paper in his hand.
That rune is still floating in the wind.
Autumn water leaves no trace and can pierce everything in the world!
The autumn water leaves no trace and cannot penetrate the two feet of space in front of Li Xiuyuan!
To the disappointment of the thin monk, the rumbling sound he imagined did not appear, the space did not collapse, and the pagoda was not reduced to rubble by his arrow.
The fatal arrow flying at high speed will turn into a demon-conquering sword two feet in front of Li Xiuyuan!
For this reason, the thin monk sitting on the Buddhist altar did not hesitate to activate his spiritual sword. His face was so pale that he had to let out a lion's roar in order to bring Li Xiuyuan to the ground.
So much so that after he let out this lion's roar, he looked a little weak and messy.
He didn't see the yellow paper, so he didn't know that the area two feet in front of Li Xiuyuan was still at this moment.
This was a talisman that he rarely used after leaving the Wilderness Great Wall and his teacher Gui Guzi.
The difference is that after he understood the laws of time and space, he was able to improve and evolve an ordinary holding talisman into a new rune.
A talisman that can freeze a space for a moment.
Then he looked at the thin monk on the altar.
The thin monk from Honglian Temple, after a moment of breathing, formed a seal with trembling hands, and once again activated the spiritual sword that was about to cut through the void!
Li Xiuyuan looked back at him, stretched out his left hand and pinched the spiritual arrow in front of him!
