The old monk shook his head, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "This is a piece of sword energy that I have never seen before. How did you manage to turn a snowflake into a sword and cut it out, and still hurt me?"
Li Xiuyuan still shook his head and looked at him silently.
For him, it is impossible to tell the Xuanwu Continent, which is beyond the scope of the old monk's cognition.
Secondly, it is even more impossible to tell the story of the female saint, because there were no saints in the Tang Dynasty.
More importantly, he still hasn't figured out how he can make the snowflakes stop on his hands instead of gradually melting.
He needs to go back and spend more time thinking about the truth.
The old monk looked at him and shook his head, and said coldly: "Even so, this still cannot threaten me. Are you ready to die?"
Whether it was the previous palm or the current palm, they were not the old monk's most powerful power.
His power has not been used yet.
There was a look of regret on the old monk's face and he said: "If you were already like the nephew of the Discipline Hall, and with your swordsmanship, I might not be able to do anything to you."
Li Xiuyuan looked at the slowly falling snowflakes in the sky and replied: "It's useless to talk more, continue!"
It was different from the old monk in front of him who wanted to kill him.
At the moment, Li Xiuyuan is thinking about how to save the old monk's life and prevent him from pestering him in the future.
He kills because he is afraid of trouble.
He was released because he was afraid of more trouble.
With a thought, he decided to make the old monk feel scared, so that he would not dare to come to him again in the future, or let his apprentice nephew keep disturbing his practice.
So, Li Xiuyuan said: "I can't wait any longer!"
He sent an invitation to the old monk for a final duel, not a fight where you slap me and I kill you with a sword.
He believed that the old man could understand what he meant.
The old monk was also angry. He did not expect that the young man in front of him would dare to invite him to a decisive battle.
He said coldly: "To be honest, it's a miracle that you can survive under my hand... If it weren't for the fact that more than fifty people died in the temple because of you, I would be willing to let you go..."
In the living room of No. 47.
The old man and Qin Xiangyu each held a cup of hot tea, and the room was as warm as spring.
The old man withdrew his gaze into the void. He said quietly: "That old monk is also an idiot. He still doesn't give up even though he already knows the result."
Qin Xiangyu took a sip of hot tea and couldn't help but ask: "Is it over? Is the little shopkeeper injured?"
The old man thought about the mouthful of blood that Li Xiuyuan spit out instantly, shook his head and said, "It's not really an injury. These are minor matters, and he will take care of them himself."
Now that Li Xiuyuan is standing on the stone steps, he is in his own world.
With Li Xiuyuan protected by a magic circle, no matter how powerful the old monk's magic power was, he could not be an enemy of that side of the world. This was an undoubted matter.
Qin Xiangyu nodded and laughed: "After this, I'm afraid the monk at the foot of the mountain will never dare to block the road again, right?"
The old man smiled lightly: "Originally, the monk at the foot of the mountain was unreasonable. The wooden house on the mountain has been there since the Qin Dynasty. However, after it collapsed, it was rebuilt several times..."
When Qin Xiangyu heard this, he couldn't help but sigh quietly: "I didn't expect that the monks at the foot of the mountain are also greedy for money."
"No need, as long as I want to leave, you can't keep me."
Li Xiuyuan replied coldly: "I am standing here, I am the snow mountain, what can you do to hurt me?"
The old monk frowned: "You are too arrogant."
The old monk didn't know that although Li Xiuyuan did not have a trace of spiritual energy at the moment, he possessed the power of the Buddhist Dharma Body that was extremely pure in the world.
How could Li Xiuyuan, who had burned through the fire of Nirvana, be a match for the old monk?
The mountain wind was blowing snow, and the snow was flying all over the sky. The old monk didn't want to be nagging anymore.
So he waved the bamboo hat that was cut by snowflakes on his head and threw it into the distance. Then his shoulders shook, and a powerful pressure surged out instantly, and an extremely powerful aura enveloped the old monk.
He looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "How can you still hurt me in the slightest?"
Li Xiuyuan did not choose to step down the stone steps, but concentrated the power of flames on the long sword.
At this moment, the flying snow in the sky separated from his side and could no longer fall on his head and his snowy clothes.
And after the current old monk gathered his lifelong cultivation, there was even a faint Buddha's light emerging behind him.
The old monk in the wind and snow wants to use the supreme Buddhist skills to defeat the devil with one palm.
"Come and fight!" Li Xiuyuan swung his sword and struck out!
"Buzz!" This was just the most ordinary sword strike, but it made the long sword scream uncontrollably.
Because the Nether Fire coming from above the Nether River is not the divine fire that the old monk can see with his naked eyes.
The old monk squinted his eyes and looked at Li Xiuyuan's sword with a calm expression.
However, he made a mistake again... He only saw a stream of air from Li Xiuyuan's sword, but did not notice the snowflakes in the sky and was unable to get close to the long sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand.
Perhaps in the old monk's opinion, this was because Li Xiuyuan struck out the sword too quickly.
And ignored the flame that could kill him.
A gust of wind suddenly appeared around the old monk, and a terrifying air current combined with the golden light behind him turned into a golden air current under his palm.
It tore the flying snow into pieces, then let out a roar and headed towards Li Xiuyuan!
When the old monk took this demon-conquering palm, a faint King Kong appeared behind him, and Li Xiuyuan, who was standing on the stone steps, suddenly screamed in his clothes.
When the old monk shot this fatal palm, which was still a foot away from him, his clothes were flying up and down, like snowflakes dancing wildly in the wind and snow.
Until this moment, he still didn't move.
He even pulled back the long sword in his hand slightly, giving the old monk the feeling that the young man in front of him was no match for the strong wind brought by his palm.
Everything is about to end.
The old monk's squinted eyes suddenly widened, with a look of pride and a hint of expectation on his face.
Expecting to defeat the demon with one move, he then turned around and left with the boy's body.
Seeing the turbulence of spiritual energy transformed by his palm, the old monk could no longer feel the dangerous flame power condensed by Li Xiuyuan's sword on the stone steps!
In his eyes, he could only see the palm he shot, a palm that held the supreme power of Buddhism and could hardly destroy everything in the world.
The old monk is very confident, because the palm he made embodies his lifelong cultivation.
He believed that his palm was sharper than the sword in the young man's hand!
Li Xiuyuan stared at the palm that slapped him. At this moment, he suddenly found that he could not make any reaction because the old monk quietly formed a new cage again.
This time it was no longer the spiritual sword imprisoning his hand, but his whole person.
With the power of the heaven and earth under the snow-capped mountains, the supreme mental method of Buddhism and the Buddha's light behind him, the cage that the old monk re-condensed instantly enveloped Li Xiuyuan.
For this reason, Li Xiuyuan was instantly pushed back by a blast of palm from the old monk. Before the big Buddha-like palm could reach his side, a look of horror was already showing in his eyes.
Seeing his opponent retreat, the old monk shouted and flew out.
Like a big bird flying in the wind and snow, it continued to pat the terrified boy on the mountain road.
The person shouted in the air: "You are already dead!"
Because he didn't believe that there were still people in this world who could face him head-on without any spiritual energy.
It is even more impossible for a teenage boy to be able to break through the cage he has condensed with just a snowflake.
Seeing the old monk who looked like a diamond, a huge palm was about to slap Li Xiuyuan on the chest.
He even saw the boy's chest bursting instantly before his eyes.
In this flash of light.
The old monk felt as if he was suddenly frozen in the air. To be precise, Shandao's magic circle stopped the old monk who transformed into a vajra and wanted to succumb to the demon...
The old monk above Nine Heavens looked at the old man and asked: "Is this... can that kid use the law of time?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head: "Right now, he can't use it familiarly and comfortably, maybe occasionally..."
"Then what is this in front of you?"
The old monk said in disbelief: "That is an old monster who is about to see the hope of ascension. How can he use the law of time to solidify him?"
"I told you otherwise." The old Taoist priest sighed and replied quietly: "Don't forget, my disciple is still a talisman master, and the mountain road is his world."
"I see!"
The old monk smiled: "It seems that all the fighting he did before was just to sharpen himself? Did he use the old monk as a whetstone?"
"If not, how could he comprehend that elusive sword intention in such a short moment?"
The old Taoist priest murmured to himself: "From all this, he can really grow up."
"Buzz!" There was a sound!
The old monk saw that the fatal palm he had shot was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and he regained his consciousness in an instant, and a burst of anger rushed straight to his forehead.
With a roar, he retracted his slapped palm, turned it into a fist, and struck hard at Li Xiuyuan, who was less than three feet in front of him!
"Buzz! Buzz!!!"
Countless golden lights shone all over the sky for a while, and the ten thousand Buddha lights behind the old monk turned into swords that subdued demons and exterminated demons, slashing at the unmoving Li Xiuyuan.
"Why bother?"
Li Xiuyuan stood on the stone steps of the mountain road, stepping on the thick snow, but it felt like he was stepping on the most solid and indestructible formation in the world.
Cutting out a bolt of lightning with no expression on his face!
Starting from the confrontation with the old man, he thought about using the sword of reincarnation, but he didn't have the sword of reincarnation in his hand!
Whether it was the Hidden Dragon in the Abyss of Shenlong Sword Technique, or the Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens, which he was most proud of, he had never even used one sword to cut the snow.
Because, from now on, he will try to practice new sword techniques.
Therefore, when the old monk refused to give up and continued to attack, he just used the sword polished by the Donghai fishing village!
Draw the sword!
The simplest sword strike since he started practicing!
Being in the magic circle, he will not be imprisoned by the old monk's cage. Everything he did before was just to draw the old monk closer so that he could kill him with his sword!
"Crack!" A sound sounded after his lightning sword strike!
Hearing this, the old monk's eyes in the Buddhist hall were like thunder, hitting him heavily on the head, and he was stunned and speechless for a moment.
After a while, he looked at the young monk in front of him and said, "What a quick sword."
The little monk smiled: "So, my disciple can go up to the mountain to play in spring?"
The old monk sighed: "It seems so."
"How can it be?!"
The old monk, who lost a Buddha palm like a diamond in an instant, looked shocked.
Until he drank this roar like a Buddhist lion, he didn't feel the pain in his arm.
That's not all, when he took two steps back and looked at the flames bursting out of the broken palm that fell on the snow.
He couldn't help but let out a pitiful roar "Ah...".
Pointing at Li Xiuyuan, he shouted: "Where did you come from, a monster, to cut off and destroy my palm?!"
Li Xiuyuan held the long sword, looked at him and said coldly: "I said, based on what you said before, I can let you live."
