Seeing this, Wuming's arms suddenly tensed up, as if there was a dragon dormant under the monk's clothes. In just a moment, he gathered all his strength on his arms.
Suddenly, Li Xiuyuan heard the sound of bones rubbing together.
The fortune teller, the shopkeeper and others had an illusion, as if the monk in front of them was going to transform into a dragon and rise into the sky, tearing the young man apart with a wave of his hand.
At this moment, the dormant Buddhist power in his body suddenly awakened and condensed into the arms of the nameless monk.
Like the arm of a divine dragon, a terrifying power emanated from his arm, and finally condensed on the black sword.
The monk Li Xiuyuan was watching with his spiritual consciousness could no longer hide his murderous aura in a monk's robe. Although the monk was nameless, his terrifying murderous aura surpassed that of many monks in the world.
Feeling something in his heart, Li Xiuyuan took a step back.
One foot touched a slightly exposed bluestone on the ground, and he instantly felt the power of the earth.
In this way, he, who once transformed into Ksitigarbha, once again integrated himself with the earth.
Wuming waved the spiritual sword in his hand and struck straight at him.
Li Xiuyuan withdrew the silver spirit sword that was pointing diagonally in front of him and protected it on his chest.
"Swish!" With a sound, the sword energy that Wuming slashed out made an explosion, like a dragon in the sky, issuing a warning to the young man on the ground.
A sound wave spread out in all directions like ripples, tearing apart the void on this side.
Under the gaze of the divine operator, a black lightning had torn the void, suddenly leaping out like a dragon lurking under the abyss, and attacked Li Xiuyuan.
Wuming struck again, and his sword was faster than before. It was so fast that the fortune teller didn't even see it clearly, and it struck in front of Li Xiuyuan.
Feeling the lightning rolling in front of him, Li Xiuyuan slashed forward with the silver sword in his hand!
A wisp of flame, a sword energy like lightning, passed through the ten feet of void in front of the two people, and slashed towards the nameless dragon-like dragon!
Cutting towards Wuming's wrist holding the black spiritual sword...
He felt a ball of high temperature coming towards him, almost first and foremost. He was so frightened that Wuming rushed back and retracted the spirit sword in an attempt to block this ball of flames!
A sound of "Boom!" burned on Wuming's sleeves!
Although he blocked the sword energy slashing towards his wrist, he was unable to block the burning flame. In anger, he had to tear half of his sleeve into pieces.
Cut down the burning flames with one sword strike.
"Boom!" With a sound, Wuming's sword came to three feet in front of Li Xiuyuan at this moment, making an explosion sound.
But no one noticed how the young man in the wind broke the monk's sword.
Whether it was the shopkeeper or the fortune teller, all of their attention was focused on the flames burning in front of Wuming.
None of the three people expected that the young man could be so unpredictable. With just a wave of his hand, he destroyed the dragon-like sword from the senior monk of Yase Temple.
Wuming, who had lost one sleeve, looked a little embarrassed standing in the wind.
Although he escaped in an instant without injuring his arm, the sudden appearance of the flames startled him.
Even he didn't see clearly how the young man struck out with this sword.
….
The life-threatening sword that he had gathered his Buddhist power was broken by the young man again. It has to be said that if this flame spreads on him.
He's just afraid that it's difficult to deal with, and if he doesn't succeed in this move, he will bow to the opponent.
He didn't expect that the blind boy could react so quickly, no weaker than a monk with sound eyes like him.
Otherwise, just one sword is enough to make a strong man fall under his spiritual sword.
It was just a brief confrontation, or even what happened in the blink of an eye, but the two of them had to switch between life and death several times. Even a strong man like Shen Shuzi did not see clearly the battle between the two.
Only the innkeeper couldn't help but sigh.
now
One day of fighting, the image of the Buddhist monk in his memory was completely torn apart. Facing a blind boy, it was still like facing a peerless monster.
Every sword move is unambiguous, every move will cost the opponent's life. As promised, just win or lose?
But the young man stood there like a stubborn stone without wavering at all, which also broke his previous understanding.
So he knew that both of them were probably peerless masters today.
Because he saw a look of solemnity on the fortune teller's face, and he knew that the fortune teller might be even more powerful than the dead old man Sanhao.
A faint smile appeared on Li Xiuyuan's lips. He did not expect that the unknown monk from Yase Temple could condense the power of heaven and earth in this world.
Just because he made an agreement with his opponent to only decide the outcome, even though Wuming used a terrifying killing move, he still didn't get angry and didn't show his trump card.
It's rare to have a fight with an interesting monk who has enough patience.
"The donor is great, I like it very much!"
The nameless monk murmured that being able to fight with the monster-like boy in front of him was several times more intense than the fight he had with the killers on the snowy field.
He didn't even dare to relax at all. He even forgot that today's battle would only determine the winner. Instead, he used all his strongest moves.
In the monk's view, only fighting against the enemy is the greatest tribute to himself and the young man.
The shopkeeper glanced at the fortune teller and murmured: "Fortune teller, I feel like the monk is trying his best with every move, right?"
The fortune teller shook his head and sighed: "If he doesn't use his desperate moves, I'm afraid it will be difficult to determine the winner in a short time!"
The divine fortune teller has been staring at the two people in front of him, constantly inferring how he should break the opponent's sword if he were one of them.
How to survive this violent storm.
Seeing the brief pause in front of him, the waiter from the inn came over and asked the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, you said the two of them are working hard, why can't I see it?"
The shopkeeper looked at the two people in the confrontation and replied: "If you could understand, you wouldn't live here with me, but go wandering around the world like those guys."
The waiter nodded, acquiescing to the shopkeeper's intention.
He couldn't understand the two people outside the inn at all, but he knew that he couldn't catch any of the moves they used before.
In this way, he only needs to watch the show like the shopkeeper.
Looking at the motionless boy, the unknown monk asked: "If we continue to fight like this, we won't be able to tell the winner even if the moon comes out. How about deciding the winner with one move?"
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Li Xiuyuan smiled lightly and replied, "Okay."
"So, let's go crazy for a while!"
Wuming roared, waving his arms and drawing a circle in front of him.
The spiritual energy condensed around him was immediately stirred up by him like waves in a lake, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye in the air.
At the same time, a faint golden light began to fill the air, wrapping his body tightly.
In the eyes of the divine fortune teller, the shopkeeper and others, the moment this golden light began to fill the air, it blocked their divine senses from detecting, and they had no idea what the monk would do next.
The two instantly understood that unless they were gifted people or people who practiced Buddhism.
Otherwise, no one can spy on everything in this golden light. This is the unique aura of Buddhism, and it condenses the fluctuations of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Isolate them from all scrying.
Therefore, the fortune teller is even more looking forward to it. He wanted to see how Li Xiuyuan would deal with the current monk, and whether he would fall into the monk's Buddhist golden light.
Everything happened so fast that Li Xiuyuan didn't have any time to react, and he couldn't stop the nameless monk from covering his own aura with the Buddhist aura.
Even the golden light in front of him gradually spread forward, heading towards Li Xiuyuan.
The nameless monk planned to use the purest Buddhist aura in the world to cover up the next sky-shattering sword. Since
If he wants to decide the outcome with one move, he can no longer let the opponent see through.
Although he had many trump cards, he believed that the young man in front of him could not see through his moves hidden in the golden light.
Even an experienced fortune teller could not see through it, let alone the innkeeper and waiters. The golden light was getting thicker and thicker, and the speed was getting faster and faster.
In just the blink of an eye, he had crossed the distance of ten feet and arrived in front of Li Xiuyuan.
The fortune teller at the moment no longer thinks about whether Li Xiuyuan can win this battle, but thinks about whether he will be injured by the monk under the shroud of golden light.
The shopkeeper sighed and looked at the golden light spreading forward with a solemn expression.
The guy felt something was wrong, and even had an ominous premonition. He knew that he would have turned around and fled for his life.
I'm crazy, so I went to fight Buddhism with a monk!
In the eyes of the fortune teller, this battle would be over in less than two breaths, and he was already ready to bandage the boy's wounds.
In the opinion of the innkeeper, the young man standing motionless in the wind was a fatal weakness.
If you can't beat him, just run away!
The golden light filled the air, as if the golden Buddha in the Buddhist temple came to life at this moment. The golden light continued to expand, quickly filling the air and covering everything around it in the Buddha's world.
Fortunately, no villagers from the small town were passing by, so naturally no one would utter a exclamation.
Li Xiuyuan, who stood quietly in the wind, took back the spirit sword in his hand and carried it behind his back, and quickly formed a seal on his chest with his hand holding the flower.
The Buddhist golden light condensed from Wuming's body had spread to the front of him, shrouding him in an instant.
And from the beginning, he never thought about seeing the moves Wuming was going to use.
He has his own way to crack it. If you can't see through your opponent, don't look at it.
….
This is a trick he taught Xiao Hei, and later Xiao Hei taught Watson: "If you can't see through it, don't look at it. I'll cut it with the strongest sword in my hand."
Let the enemy he faces see, all he has to do is go all out and strike out with his sword.
Under the silent gaze of the divine fortune teller, the shopkeeper, and the waiter, a sword energy condensed with a golden "卍" appeared in front of Wuming.
The word "卍" is like two different sword energies, entangled with each other, hidden in the thick golden light, and slashing towards Li Xiuyuan.
Even if the fortune teller tried hard to figure it out, he couldn't figure it out. How could he cut out two different sword energies when he only had one spiritual sword?
They can still be entangled with each other. Even if Li Xiudi cuts off one of them with his sword, he is afraid that he will be injured by the other sword energy.
The waiter exclaimed: "Shopkeeper, I'm afraid my blind man will suffer a loss!"
The shopkeeper glared at him: "Shut up!"
The nameless monk who slashed out a sword said quietly to Li Xiuyuan, who was shrouded in Buddha's light: "Be careful, this is my last sword!"
Li Xiuyuan, shrouded in Buddha's light, had put away the spiritual sword in his hand.
This Buddha's light belongs to the monk Wuming, as well as his own... Not to mention the divine fortune teller and the shopkeeper, even Wuming himself cannot peek into him who is shrouded in the Buddha's light.
He wants to use the enemy's moves to defeat the enemy in an instant!
His hands quickly formed a seal, the fingers of both hands were clasped together, and the index fingers stretched out to meet each other, and gradually a golden lotus flower appeared in front of him, an incredible hand seal.
Standing still near the abyss, I transform myself into the earth.
There was nothing in his eyes, only the golden lotus condensed between his fingers, and with a wave of his hand, he suddenly pushed forward...
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