Monk Wuming frowned slightly when he heard this.
Looking at the young man in front of him who was obviously blind but still calm and calm, feeling what the young man said, there was no expression on Wuming's face.
He thought to himself that if he hadn't been a cultivator of the Three Poisons, he wouldn't have pursued all the way from Yamushi to this small town.
He walked almost half of the snowfield, and finally found his way to Broken Heart Cliff, where he learned from the monk that the young man was coming here.
Thinking of this, Wuming said softly: "Donor, I met a young master on Broken Heart Cliff. He said to go east and wait for you in Phoenix City."
The divine fortune teller couldn't help being stunned when he heard this. He looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "That guy knew you were going to Phoenix City? When did you tell him? Why didn't I know?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head and smiled faintly: "I don't know either."
At this moment, he actually thought that Gongye Yewang was a wonderful man. He did not block him on Broken Heart Cliff, but actually went east and traveled around the world.
The divine fortune teller shook his head and laughed: "He is waiting for something to happen. If he is dead, will you go to Phoenix City to watch the excitement?"
Wuming shook his head, clasped his hands and said, "So, please help me remove the three poisons from my heart. Thank you very much for your help."
"Chengcheng, just want to fight with you?"
Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "If you lose, will you run to the Broken Heart Cliff and jump off? If I lose at your hands, will you never worry about me again?"
Holding the leaves in his hand, Li Xiuyuan sighed: "If this is the case, then I will admit defeat, can I?"
"How is this possible?" The fortune teller shook his head and said loudly: "Isn't this just random? Monk, are you here to cause trouble, or are you here to fight for your life?"
In his opinion, if the unknown monk really fought against Li Xiuyuan, he would take action at the last possible moment.
After all, Loulan was coming, and he wanted to watch the excitement.
At this time, even the innkeeper came out and stood beside the fortune teller, looking at the two people in the wind quietly.
He sighed silently in his heart. This was the first time he met a guy who was willing to admit defeat without fighting.
interesting.
The nameless monk sighed and said, "I came here with the heart of defeat. If the donor doesn't succeed, is it possible that he will give birth to inner demons in me?"
It was dusk, and there was no one around outside the inn.
The shopkeeper called two men to temporarily block the road ahead and provide a large enough venue for the two people in front of them. The next battle was not something the villagers in the town could bear.
The inn was originally located near the entrance of the village in the direction of Broken Heart Cliff. At this time, few people were passing by, so it seemed empty and clean.
There is also a golden light on the horizon, which can illuminate everything in front of the monk.
One to the left and one to the right, the two faced each other with a distance of ten feet.
Li Xiuyuan took a breath and said, "Swords have no eyes. Whenever we use our hands, we will hurt each other. What are you doing, monk?"
Wuming replied: "I have practiced Buddhism and have a spiritual sword. The donor does not need to worry about me."
The fortune teller shook his head, knowing that today's battle was probably inevitable, so he had to say: "Then let's have a fight, only the winner will be determined, don't engage in a life and death fight!"
Li Xiuyuan nodded and said, "Okay."
Wuming also said: "Today's battle will only determine the winner. I regard Master Dorje as my beacon. He said that the donor has Buddha nature. After hearing this, I became angry."
"After thinking about it, I can only wipe out the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance from my heart by fighting with the donor."
In Li Xiuyuan's eyes, Wuming was just a black and white shadow, but he didn't expect that this guy was so persistent and regarded himself as the leaf that could get rid of his inner demons.
After thinking for a while, he asked, "Do you want to use weapons?"
Wuming replied: "I have a sword."
After a moment of silence, Li Xiuyuan also took out a silver spiritual sword and said, "This is the silver wolf's spiritual sword on the snowy field. He wanted to kill me, so I cut him down in Niujiao Town."
The shopkeeper standing at the door of the inn heard this
As soon as I said that, I felt like my scalp was going to explode.
The Silver Wolf of the Snowfield was a well-known figure in Yinchuan City, but he didn't expect that the young man would speak so easily, as if he had chopped up a kitten on the grassland.
The key is that he still holds Silver Wolf's spiritual sword in his hand and tells the monk in front of him.
The fortune teller looked at the shopkeeper who was excited and even trembling. He sighed and said, "I was at the scene when Silver Wolf died."
Although his voice was not loud, it reached Wuming's ears instantly.
So the shopkeeper knew that the young man was not lying, because the fortune teller testified for him.
Wuming frowned slightly. Although Silver Wolf's spirit sword was good, the young man in front of him did not regard it as a treasure.
He understood that in the snowy land, no monk would use other people's swords.
unless......
At this moment, a pure Buddhist aura suddenly appeared in the spiritual sword in Li Xiuyuan's hand. A peaceful aura instantly made Wuming give up all his thoughts.
Silver Wolf's sword is also a sword, and as long as it is a sword, it can be used against the enemy.
He remembered what the young man had said to him before, so he smiled and took out his sword.
A long black sword.
Since we have to fight, how can we not fight? Since we have to fight, we must use our strongest means. This is respect for ourselves.
Pulling out the black spiritual sword inch by inch, Wuming said quietly: "The person is nameless, and the sword is also nameless."
After speaking, a powerful Buddhist aura suddenly rose up, and a faint golden light enveloped Wuming's body.
Li Xiuyuan's expression remained unchanged, he just stood quietly in the wind, waiting for his opponent to make his first move.
Wuming closed his eyes and seemed to be in trance.
The spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth gathered towards him crazily, and with the faint light on his body, he was under the silent gaze of the fortune teller, shopkeeper and others.
Before taking action, he first absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. Monk Wuming wanted to use the purest spiritual energy between heaven and earth to condense it on the spiritual sword in his hand.
Then there was a dark fight with the unmoving young man in front of him.
The fortune teller sighed softly and said to the shopkeeper beside him: "I can't beat the monk."
The shopkeeper nodded and said, "I never thought that a Buddhist monk could create such a terrifying aura."
Almost in an instant, or rather the monk suddenly stopped absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and before the flash of lightning, he slashed forward with a sword.
In an instant, the monk appeared in front of the divine fortune teller and the shopkeeper, and he waved his hand and slashed out more than a dozen sword energy like a Buddha.
These dozen sword energies were like mountains and flowing water, not lined up in a row, but one sword against the other.
If you didn't look carefully, you would have thought that the spiritual energy in the monk's hand suddenly turned into a ten-foot-long divine sword.
The sword roars like a rainbow, crushing the enemy in front of it into powder. The fortune teller sighed and the shopkeeper was speechless.
The monk didn't hesitate at all. He swung the spiritual sword in his hand, like dripping water through stone, and slashed out more than a dozen sword energy in succession, slashing at the young man ten feet away.
Wuming didn't use a sword that could cut the sky or the earth. He just attacked a point on Li Xiuyuan's chest.
In his opinion, the point in front of the young man is like the embankment of a big river. As long as a small hole is broken through, once the embankment collapses, no matter how powerful the force is, it will not be able to stop the surging river water.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the shopkeeper was so shocked that he almost dropped the tea cup in his hand. Even so, the half cup of hot tea that had not been finished still poured out.
At this moment, the fortune teller noticed Li Xiuyuan's hand reaching out...
He took a drop of water from the tea spilled by the shopkeeper, and then the drop of water condensed on the young man's slender fingers and started to spin quickly.
The fortune teller was stunned and speechless. He thought to himself, "Aren't you afraid of death if you play magic tricks with a Buddhist monk?"
The shopkeeper didn't understand. He was wondering if the young man was frightened. Why don't you draw your sword?
It's too late to say it, it'll be soon
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All of this happened in a flash of light.
Before the nameless monk's sword energy Changhong pierced Li Xiuyuan's chest, the sword energy turned into a drop of water had already flown out.
The sword comes out!
Just a pure drop of water, like a river of spring water under the Broken Heart Cliff, soft and weak, flying forward, but it instantly cut open the rainbow that was cut by Wuming.
Like the darkest moment before dawn, a drop of water cuts the world apart.
Cut the darkness and light apart, let the darkness sink and let the light rise.
Under the gaze of the fortune teller and the shopkeeper, and in the surprise of the unknown monk, the sword energy formed from a drop of water suddenly accelerated.
The young man who was as quiet as a mountain shot a magic arrow with a drop of water, slicing the rainbow of sword energy through it!
Then he went straight forward, pierced the void, and headed towards Wuming ten feet away.
Wuming turned his wrist and moved his body a step to the right, trying to avoid the sudden drop of water. It's just that this drop of water was too fast. Before he could get out of the way, the sword was already coming.
Wuming's body sank, and he quickly returned his sword to protect his chest.
A sound of "Ding!" sounded in the wind, and Wuming let out a muffled groan and had to take a few steps back.
A drop of Ruoshui slashed the spiritual sword in his hand until it buzzed. Not only that, a drop of water passed through his protective aura and passed through the sleeves of his monk's robe.
A thin line of blood was drawn on his golden and jade-like arm.
A drop of blood quietly dripped down his arm, making the fortune teller scream out in surprise.
He understood that if the nameless monk hadn't protected his chest with his spiritual sword in an instant, he would have injured his arm. If it were him, either his chest would be pierced, or his arms would turn into ashes.
And what kind of magic is this? In other words, the boy's demonic skills have surpassed the Buddhist treasures condensed by the unknown monk.
terrible.
The Ruoshui intention condensed in a drop of tea disappeared, and those tiny sword energy also disappeared without a trace in front of Wuming.
Also disappearing was the rainbow-like sword energy in the billowing dust. The moment the monk retracted his spiritual sword to protect his chest, the rainbow-like sword energy was connected end to end and disappeared quietly.
Tea is also water.
To this day, the shopkeeper still doesn't know that the young man just borrowed a drop of water from him and defeated the monk's demon-spelling sword.
A watery intention filled the air in front of Wuming's eyes, and together with the billowing dust in front of his eyes, it obscured his sight and even disturbed the aura of heaven and earth around him.
At this moment, the billowing dust in front of him was suddenly stirred by a sword energy again, causing him to come back to his senses instantly.
In the dust, the figure of a young man appeared.
A sharp sword energy had already struck in front of him. The young man finally drew his sword!
"Ding!" sounded.
It was like the sound made by the shopkeeper's finger on the tea cup, so slight that it was almost indistinguishable.
However, two different sword energies were slashed together in the wind in an instant, and then exploded in the air with a "boom!" sound.
Across a distance of ten feet, Li Xiuyuan slashed forward with a sword, cutting through the void, and came to the front of the monk Wuming.
At the same time, Wuming felt a sword energy attack, and instantly burst out with powerful power, slashing forward with a sword.
Even the bones and muscles made of iron can't withstand the sword he made that condensed the power of Buddhism!
The billowing dust dispersed, leaving a black figure in his eyes. Finally, there was a solemn look in Wuming Jingjing's eyes.
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