Holding a long sword in his hand and his clothes stained with blood, Yuan Yi still had a resolute look on his face on the stage.
He raised his head and looked at the night-like black mist surrounding Watson, and at the little stars hidden in the black mist, which were scary as demons and as black as the long night.
Then he shouted loudly: "You still have one last sword, let me see if your sword is a Buddha or a demon!"
Is it Buddha? Is it a demon?
Watson secretly asked himself, thinking of the moment when he was in the abyss, with black mist passing through his chest, and thinking of the moments when he would have been worse off than dying over and over again!
Therefore, he knew that even if he transformed into a demon, it would not be for himself.
In his opinion, that's enough.
Looking at Yuan Yi in front of him who refused to look back in the sea of suffering, Watson sighed softly.
Then he condensed the power of the purest formless golden body in Buddhism and replied word for word: "If I were a Buddha, there would be no demons in the world. Do you think I am a demon or a Buddha?"
As soon as these words came out, the high platform suddenly stopped, and the violent black mist that was tearing and tearing stopped spreading in all directions at this moment, and was frozen at this moment!
Nine days above, a ray of light passed through the thick clouds and fell on Watson's head on the high platform. The black fog of the night became lighter and quieter in an instant.
Countless starlights surrounded him. At this moment, Watson standing on the high platform was like the ancient King Kong on the Wentian Peak of Yunqi Temple, quietly watching all the living beings in the world.
There are also stars hidden in the black mist, which emit unparalleled light under this ray of skylight.
If I were a Buddha, there would be no demons in the world!
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The evil aura of black energy coming from the foot of Wentian Peak and from the Kunlun Forbidden Land quieted down at this moment, until the ray of light in the sky gradually faded away.
The black mist around Watson returned to its previous appearance, and the surroundings of the high platform suddenly became dark again.
Thousands of monks up and down the high platform looked at the sky in shock, not believing the scene that happened on the high platform before, and they all thought they were hallucinating.
Only the faces of Liao Chen, the old monk, and the mother-in-law in the stands were full of shock, and even Dan Ruyuyan's eyes showed a look of awe.
In the eyes of everyone, it is clear that Yuan Yi on the high platform is the Buddha, but Watson, who is transformed into a demon, just says a word and the color of heaven and earth changes...
The boy from Yunqi Temple is indeed a legend in this world.
Yuan Yi raised his arm, pinched the corner of his clothes to wipe the blood on his lips, looked at Watson and said, "Hell is ahead. If I don't go to hell, who will?"
Watson sighed after hearing this, looked at him and replied quietly: "You are not worthy! Draw your sword!"
He gave Yuan Yi a chance to turn back, and also called on his opponent to turn around. Since Yuan Yi was stubborn, he had only one sword to strike!
Suddenly, Yuan Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, holding the spiritual sword in both hands, he drew a circle on the high platform, just like the sun that had disappeared into the clouds.
"Look at the sword!"
A ray of sword energy pierced the black fog on the high platform, and cut out a ray of bright power, which instantly struck in front of Watson's eyes.
As soon as the sword was struck very quickly, the arena was dozens of feet wide. Yuan Yi's speed of slashing out the sword did not slow down at all. On the contrary, because he was fearless, he instantly accelerated where he was.
This is the last sword promised by Watson, Yuan Yi fights for it!
At this point, Yuan Yi's powerful power began to show.
It only took him a very short time to ignore his own defense and strike out with a killing blow towards Watson on the other side of the platform!
Watson didn't rush out like Yuan Yi, he just stood there quietly, the iron sword in his hand condensing the power of the phaseless golden body. It condensed that terrifying evil spirit.
A wall formed in front of him, and a thick black mist spread out, directly covering the three feet in front of him.
Facing Yuan Yi's killing sword, Watson's face did not show a trace of expression.
What Watson and all the monks in the arena didn't expect was that with the last sword, Yuan Yi turned five with one sword when he reached Watson!
Six terrifying sword grips struck at Watson in no particular order.
The six high-speed rotating sword energy turned into a defense with black mist, ignoring Watson's eyes, and slashed at Watson in six directions.
It was the mother-in-law in the stands, Tantai Yuyan, who followed Chen, the old monk, and even Jiang Renjian and others...
No one can tell which of these six life-threatening sword energies is the most deadly!
Facing Yuan Yi's powerful sword power, even thousands of monks on the high platform were thinking about how they could take this move!
"terrible!"
Hua Yu in the stands tightened Zhu Feng's hand and couldn't help but whisper. Zhu Jiu bit her lips and remained silent.
If you don't understand, just shut up. He can't influence Watson.
"Mother-in-law, can Brother Watson catch this move?" Xiaoxue watched Yuan Yi strike with all his strength, and was also worried about Watson.
The mother-in-law smiled lightly: "You just need to watch quietly and don't shout. Why are you panicking?"
Jiang Qingqing in the crowd sighed, looked at Watson on the high platform, and murmured to himself: "Be careful!"
Murong Lengyan in the academy looked at Watson on the high platform and said to Nalan Qiuxue, who was frowning at the side: "Look carefully, this is a rare duel!"
Nalan Qiuyu nodded. Like Jiang Qingqing, she was also worried about Watson!
Only Ji Wushuang on the high platform frowned, because Watson in his eyes suddenly became quiet at this time!
This is wrong!
In the eyes of thousands of monks, Yuan Yi's sword was too powerful, even they couldn't bear it!
In their opinion, even if Watson, who was surrounded by black mist, had to use all his strength to fight, he might not be able to block the killing six sword energy!
At this moment, Watson's eyes flashed with light, and without any thought in his heart, he slashed out with the iron sword in his hand!
Cut the snow with one sword!
At this moment, he didn't even use the first form of his demon-conquering sword technique, chasing the wind with one sword.
Instead, he subconsciously used the sword from the Five Realms Tianshan to cut the snow.
Just like what Li Xiuyuan taught Watson back then, look at the world with your heart... When he looked at the six sword qi that Yuan Yi slashed with his heart, the six sword qi slowed down instantly!
In his eyes, the six sword energies turned into six slowly coming white mist, or like six snowflakes in winter...
He doesn't even need to distinguish which of the six sword energies is the most deadly and real sword...
Because, back then on the Tianshan Mountains, he could already chop down three snowflakes with one sword, and later after he went to southern Xinjiang, he had two more snowflakes.
Later, I practiced quietly in Xingyuan for several years, and gained some more...
Therefore, when the six deadly sword energies attacked him, Watson struck out with the sword without hesitation!
Cut the snow with one sword!
This sword did not pause at all, it was just a sword struck subconsciously in his flesh and blood memory!
Cutting snow with one sword, although not as powerful as the Demon-Conquering Sword Technique, is so fast that it cannot allow anyone to react!
The iron sword in his hand is very sharp, because he has sharpened each iron sword more than once in the small courtyard, just for this moment.
A bolt of extremely fast lightning instantly blinded the eyes of everyone on and off the high platform, and also cut off the six life-threatening swords slashed out by Yuan Yi in the Tribulation Realm.
Yuanyi, who was in mid-air, felt the sword energy he had slashed out suddenly, and a cold wind blew past his neck.
When he wanted to take a closer look, he realized that Watson had retracted the iron sword and was staring at him coldly.
Yuan Yi's face did not show any panic, he just fell from mid-air and stood heavily on the ring.
Standing only three feet away from Watson.
"Dang!" With a sound, the spirit sword in his hand fell to the ground, and then he covered his neck with both hands...
Thousands of people watched the scene in the ring silently. While dozens of people were stunned, the elder of Kunlun, a Buddhist monk who had transcended the realm of calamity...
There was a fountain spurting out from the neck, followed by a big good head, which fell from the ring with no strength, rolled forward, and finally fell off the three-foot-high platform.
Just as Watson watched silently, a golden spirit flew out from Yuan Yi's neck and slowly flew towards the sky.
Watson stared at the golden soul quietly and murmured to himself: "In this case, I will not kill your soul. I hope you can rebuild your life and understand the sea of suffering and turn back!"
It wasn't until the spirit in the sky disappeared that the thousands of monks under the high platform came back to their senses.
Looking at the headless corpse on the ring, they let out bursts of exclamations. It all happened so fast that they didn't even recover.
The duel in the ring is over!
Three swords. The disciples of Yunqi Temple only used three swords to kill the Kunlun elder!
Murong Lengyan, the dean of the academy, felt his heart twitch violently, as if the snow-cutting sword had struck him.
Three years have passed, and the boy still has no cultivation, but he killed the elder of Kunlun!
A monk with a higher level of cultivation than her, if Watson hadn't been merciful, Yuan Yi would have died today.
High up in the stands, Zhu Jiu forgot to cheer, and even Hua Yu was stunned and speechless.
He didn't expect that even though his brother had lost all his cultivation, he still killed the elder of Kunlun, a monk who fought for the devil, with three swords.
A Buddhist disciple who practices Buddhism just like his brother.
The mother-in-law touched Xiaoxue's black hair and said softly: "Xue'er, have you seen everything clearly?"
Xue'er shook her head: "Brother Watson's sword is too fast, Xue'er didn't look carefully!"
Dan Ruyuyan on the side sighed softly and said: "Don't talk about Xue'er, I didn't see it clearly either. That sword was too fast, too fast to be distinguished."
The old monk looked at her and smiled lightly: "This is a sword that Watson mastered in the Wind Valley of Yunqi Temple. He is the pride of Yunqi Temple."
Liao Chen sighed, looked at the headless corpse on the ring, and murmured to himself: "Watson, bury him later."
Watson nodded and sent Yuan Yi's body off the ring with a wave of his hand.
He took out the wine bottle and took a sip. Looking at the high platform not far away, Ji Wushuang with a gloomy face said: "There are three more games, send your people over again!"
Ji Wushuang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed coldly.
He took a sip from the wine glass in front of him, made a comfortable sound, and waved to Watson.
He said quietly: "It's not enough. If you think you can compete with me with this ability, you are overthinking."
Watson chuckled, swung the iron sword in his hand, and threw a trace of blood into the sky, turning it into a sword energy and slashing towards the high platform dozens of feet away!
"Crack!" a sound sounded.
Before Ji Wushuang, who was holding the wine glass, could fight back, one leg of the table in front of him was cut off by Watson's sword.
Then there was a sound of "crash!", and the table fell down instantly. The wine bottle and cakes on it fell one after another. The wine bottle rolled forward and fell off the high platform in an instant.
Ji Wushuang, who was on the high platform, was so angry that he roared: "Boy, isn't it good to be alive?"
This sword was no weaker than the one used by Watson to kill Yuan Yi.
With just a smear of blood, he cut off a leg of the wooden table on the high platform dozens of feet away. The sight of this sword made thousands of people feel a sharp pain in their hearts.
The only one who dared to challenge the demons on the high platform who remained motionless was the disciple of Yunqi Temple.
Jiang Qingqing sighed softly in her heart. Her eyes did not look at Watson on the high platform, because Watson at the moment was already dazzling enough.
She looked at her sister. Until then, Xiaoxue was still sitting quietly next to her mother-in-law.
Not at all intimidated by the demon on the high platform.
Watson looked at Ji Wushuang on the high platform and coldly launched a challenge: "Let's fight!"
Some people died, but not completely...
