Chapter 315: No love for each other
call! boom!
Yi Xifeng violently shook open the light yellow talismans wrapped around him, and jumped down from the air!
This inner disciple of the Zhenwu Dao Hall once again stood in the main hall of the Divine Cult, immediately attracting the attention of everyone present. Among them, there were even disciples of the Divine Cult who surrounded him from all sides, preparing to capture this thief.
Han Sanli's eyes moved away from Yi Xifeng, and then fell on Li Xintian, who had just been "caught back" by him...
"You want to leave the cult?"
The girl looked at the leader of the cult stubbornly. She did not explain in words, and remained silent.
Yi Xifeng stood on the square in the center of the hall with his sword in hand. All he could see was the beautiful figure on the hall.
Even if there is a saint in front of him, he cannot stop his determination to save Li Xintian!
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Just when Yi Xifeng stood on the main hall again, Li Xintian was caught out of mid-air by Han Sanli again. Zhao Long, who was originally imprisoned and unable to participate in the battle, slowly pulled out the Qinglian double blades from his waist. Although his movements were very slow, as if his arms were filled with thousands of kilograms of molten iron, his hands holding the swords were It's heart-stoppingly stable.
Zhao Long raised his eyes to look at his master Zhang Qiling beside him, and this arrogant "Buddha" also raised his eyes to look at him at this moment, his eyes deep and golden. Zhang Qiling saw Zhao Long's persistence, but only responded with a slight sigh.
The bamboo hat casts a shadow on Zhao Long's face, but Zhang Qiling can still see the cold eyes under the shadow - bloodshot, with a touch of blue light, the worry and unwillingness in the eyes seem to have turned into reality...
Zhang Qiling remained unmoved. This Buddhist master known as Lord Buddha just locked his disciple in place when faced with his love disaster.
There was no compassion in his eyes, and at the same time he put away his former frivolousness. Zhang Qiling said softly: "Amitabha."
Zhao Long noticed that the forbidden spells cast on his body were getting stronger. He didn't understand why the master was doing what he was doing. From Zhao Long's perspective, Zhang Qiling was not someone who took Buddhist sect rules too seriously.
Otherwise, he would not drink wine and eat meat. It was precisely because of his free and easy nature and behavior, as well as his contempt for "little rules", that Zhao Long chose to join his disciples.
He did not believe that the master was preventing him from taking action because of whether the Daming Temple had good relations with the divine sect, nor did he believe that the other party was doing this because of the rules of the Lao Shizi sect...
Zhao Long looked at the girl in the palace and followed the fair young man in the palace...
He knew that Xintian wanted to leave.
He hoped that Xintian would be happy.
He lowered his head and looked at the two swords.
He raised his head and raised his swords!
Zhang Qiling looked at Zhao Long solemnly, and the verbal judgment he silently recited in his mouth also accelerated...
Suddenly, Zhang Qilin froze, a golden light flashed in his strange eyes, and the next moment, cracks appeared in the golden cloud pattern around Zhao Long's body.
Snapped!
The beads fell from the hands of this Buddhist Vajra Hall Three! Along with the exclamations of everyone present, an afterimage carrying golden light rushed straight towards the main hall...
"Brother Zhao!" Li Xintian murmured.
I saw the two blades of Qinglian intersecting each other and stabbing a fist firmly. The golden Buddhist runes flashed from the blade, and the faint sound of dragon roar also rose and fell.
Zhao Long actually got rid of Zhang Qiling's imprisonment, and what really shocked everyone present was the attack he took. Neither the powerful Buddhist cultivation nor the faint roar of the dragon was as intimidating as that fist.
Although this fist did not use any internal energy or even perform any skills, it could completely suppress Zhao Long with just the physical strength, because the owner of this fist was none other than Han Sanli!
Dare to take the initiative in the divine sect, this courage is enough to make any warrior boast for a lifetime, if he can still leave the divine sect alive after today.
"Is this person a Buddhist disciple?"
"Why would he suddenly attack Leader Han?"
"Didn't you see that he just broke through Lord Buddha's seal? There must be some reason..."
"The coronation of the saint is really not in vain. I thought the show was over, but I didn't expect it has just begun. This is the Daming Temple!"
"Yes, yes, Daming Temple is not comparable to Xiaoyuan Academy! It is the eight major sects that are not weaker than Zhenwu Dao Temple."
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Zhao Long's sudden action brought the public opinion of everyone present to a climax again.
Han Sanli's eyes were very calm. Unlike the elders and disciples of other sects present, Han Sanli understood the moment he saw Zhao Long. This attack was by no means an attempt by Daming Temple to fight against the divine religion.
Putting aside the good relationship between the divine sect and the Daming Temple, even if the Buddhist sect really planned to take action, it would be absolutely impossible for such a brat to be the vanguard.
You must know that the relationship between theistic religions and Buddhism has been a profound friendship since the beginning of the dispute over interpretation. If Buddhism really wants to attack the divine religion, it should be the living Buddha of the Buddhist family who takes action at this time. Never let a chivalrous brat waste such a golden opportunity.
Han Sanli had heard a little about this Zhao Long. It was said that he was a young disciple that Daming Temple had rarely taken a fancy to in recent years. However, because he was deeply involved in love, he openly rejected the invitation from Daming Temple.
Moreover, this person and Li Xintian were both from Yinren Town, so he naturally conducted some investigation on Zhao Long. Han Sanli had vaguely guessed the whole story, and knew that Li Xintian was most likely responsible for this son's love disaster.
Thinking of this, and looking at the young man in front of him holding two swords and resolute eyes, Han Sanli couldn't help but secretly thought: If he can break the forbidden laws of Buddhism on his own, this kid's strength is pretty good among his peers. Since you are so interested in Xin Tian She's so interested...then I'll give you a trick.
"Gods and demons."
Han Sanli whispered two words.
I don't know if it was an illusion or... Zhao Long felt that the pressure coming from his head was getting heavier and heavier. He hit his right foot on the floor, and his arched legs began to shake slightly. Fortunately, his hands holding the knife were still stable, but Zhao Long was not sure how long he could hold on.
This "god and devil" move is different from the one Han Sanli used on Chen Chuantuo before. It also uses repulsion, and the magic, heaven and earth are used to strengthen the attack. At this time, the "god and devil" has another application, which is "gravity".
As one of the most important skills of the divine religion, the first application of the Divine Demon Technique is to affect the gravity field of a certain area. After all, they believe in the Earth Goddess, and their control of the gravity field is the Earth Goddess's gift to the religion.
Don't underestimate this small "gravity field". It seems to have little effect in actual combat, but for body-training warriors, having a "gravity field" will undoubtedly make the body-training process twice the result with half the effort.
If you think about it, you can understand that no matter how effective weight-bearing training is, it is impossible to bear weights while eating and sleeping (freaks like Yi Xifeng are still in the minority), and the gravity field can not only solve the problem of weight-bearing training, but also strengthen the physical body in all aspects, especially Exercise for internal organs.
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At this moment, Zhao Long felt that there was something invisible and intangible above his head that was constantly pressing down. If he hadn't entered the Vajra Sect and practiced the art of refining the body, his arms would have been crushed by gravity at this moment.
This powerful gravity field not only acted on his arms, but also on his whole body. Soon a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. Under heavy pressure, Zhao Long had no choice but to exert all his strength, so he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
"The dragon chants the Brahma mantra."
The Qinglian double blades instantly shattered into countless pieces, and golden Sanskrit text kept beating on these fragments. The fragments reorganized into a shield to protect Zhao Long.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Long did not dare to relax and immediately meditated on the spot. He put his left hand upward on his left knee, put his right hand on his chest to twist the beads, and silently recited the "Six-Character Great Ming Mantra" in his mouth.
Even so, his brows were still furrowed and golden light still emerged from his closed eyes.
Zhao Long felt very strange at this moment, even though the pressure above his head seemed to crush his whole body, and even the flow of true energy was faintly stagnant. But his soul seemed to be forced into memories.
If Yi Xifeng sees this scene, he will definitely tell Zhao Long that these memory fragments that seem to be reappearing in a fleeting way are actually Han Sanli's soul exploration on him! It will make some of Zhao Long's previous experiences flash before his eyes like a movie.
When Yi Xifeng met each other for the first time on the fourth floor of the Sword Tomb, just a look at each other made Yi Xifeng, who was born with a strong soul, enter this state.
Zhao Long has been practicing under the guidance of his grandfather Zhao Yunming for as long as he can remember. He has not been exposed to the care of his parents since he was a child, and his grandfather's teachings to him were more about martial arts. This caused Zhao Long to pursue martial arts since he was a child, and he became increasingly reticent on weekdays.
It was not until later that he met six other people and completed the mission together in the maple leaf forest. This was also the first time that Zhao Long saw Li Xintian. He had dark skin, a gray-black mask, and a pair of smart eyes, revealing the tenderness and cunning of a little girl.
He didn't understand this when he was a child, and he only paid a little attention to it at that time.
When they captured Qi Chengcheng, they met the Blood Moon Greedy Wolf. Li Xintian's clear self-awareness, flexible battlefield positioning, and precise grasp of fighter planes! Although the girl was young, she left a mark on Zhao Long's memory.
"This girl seems to be born to fight!"
Later, it was the scene during the martial arts competition.
Zhao Long also took the initiative to speak for the first time: "Admit defeat, you are no match for me."
In that scene, Zhao Long did not use all his strength. He was surprised that the opponent had a move like "Earth Explosion Stars" and was even attacked by the girl. Zhao Long was a young man at that time, so he did not give in and killed him directly. A girl's gray-black mask.
"Oh my God, she's so beautiful!"
He saw Li Xintian's pretty face. Zhao Long was stunned at the time, but when he saw the girl with a beautiful smile and longing eyes, she walked straight towards Yi Xifeng. Zhao Long only felt a touch of loss, but that loss was only momentary, because the girl was still smiling.
The scenes of the past keep turning around.
Destroy Tiexin Village, fight Ji Rentu, attack Luoye City, and Yinren is destroyed...
They were sent to the Qingyun Sect, and then they went their separate ways. They were each sent to various major sects to learn skills. Their long life lasted only eighteen years, and experiencing it again was like reincarnation.
The bond between Li Xintian and Zhao Long seems to be profound, but today it is becoming less and less.
What she left to herself was always the figure of her back - the figure of her running towards Yi Xifeng.
Laughing, making noise, fear, crying... all her emotions were given to that fair young man, Yi Xifeng.
But he could only watch and wait.
When he entered the Daming Temple, practiced Zen, became a disciple, and then was crowned in the divine religion, and saw the girl again, from the beginning to the end, she only had eyes for that person...
But I can only watch...
A trace of resentment and anger are constantly generated in this "reincarnation", as if they have condensed into a shackles.
Zhao Long's life passed by his eyes one scene at a time. In just a few breaths, he seemed to have lived his life several times.
The rosary beads in his hand had stopped pressing at some point, and the golden Buddha patterns that originally surrounded him slowly turned red, revealing a sense of violence and resentment...
Zhao Long's brows tightened and relaxed, his face was dripping with sweat, and the blue clothes around his neck were already soaked, but he didn't notice it as he sat cross-legged.
In the end, the scene in front of him only focused on Li Xintian in his memory, and of course...and Yi Xifeng.
The cycle goes back and forth, again and again...
Time and time again, watching the girl choose Yi Xifeng without hesitation,
Time and time again, watching the girl running towards Yi Xifeng’s back,
Time and time again, he watched the girl leave him...
Zhao Long's soul was stinging slightly, and the churning red resentment had enveloped him. His soul seemed to have been stung hard. At first, it was just a sting like a needle, but gradually it spread all over the body, and the pain penetrated to the bone marrow!
I thought it was just a sting, but it still hurt all over my body. I had to roll on the ground, and my internal organs were in severe pain!
The stinging pain in the soul became more and more intense, as if it was struck by lightning and penetrated through the soul - almost as if the soul was shattered!
The aura around Zhao Long's body was chaotic, rushing straight into the Qi Sea acupoints all over his body. The true energy in his meridians flowed backwards, and the veins all over his body bulged.
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The picture is finally fixed...
That was when he broke through to the realm of chivalry and gave up becoming a disciple of the inner sect of Daming Temple due to emotional calamity. Master Xuan Min said to him the motto "Love is separated by mountains and seas", and he replied "Mountains and seas can be leveled".
Li Xintian likes Yi Xifeng. He has always known that Yi Xifeng also has a long-term affection for the girl. From the beginning to the end, there was no room for Zhao Long to get involved... In this case, what else could the husband ask for?
The mountains and the sea are level, but the mind is hard to level!
never change!
Han Sanli's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at Zhao Long who was sitting cross-legged a few feet away in front of him. The scene that flashed before his eyes happened to fall into the eyes of this leader Han.
As a big shot who has lived for hundreds of years, Han Sanli naturally knows all about the love between children. It's just that this extraordinary talented Buddhist disciple in front of him actually withstood the pressure of his "gods and demons" with such obsession, and even resisted the "backlash of love".
Even if Han Sanli deliberately held back and used only one successful power, it was definitely not a test that a warrior below the hero level could withstand.
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"If you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions!" Han Sanli said calmly.
Like a thunder, Zhao Long, who was already surrounded by red runes, heard Brahma singing again at the moment Han Sanli said these words! All the red anger was swept away by Fan Chan, leaving only Zhao Long sitting cross-legged with a stern look on his face.
His eyes suddenly opened, blue light flowed, and Dragon Eyes used again.
at the same time.
A gray-black cloth bag slipped from Zhao Long's cassock. The chaotic true energy flow around him quickly blew the gray-black cloth away, revealing the contents inside.
It was half a broken mask, the gray-black color was unremarkable, and there were some faint patterns printed on it.
Just like this, he "lyed" quietly in Zhao Long's palm.
A drop of blood and tears fell unexpectedly, falling onto the half of the mask.
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The mask suddenly shattered into fine sand, Zhao Long's palm froze slightly, and the fine sand slowly flowed away from his fingertips.
Zhao Long did not look down at the fine sand flowing away from his palms, but raised his head and murmured in a low voice:
"If your love is not empty, why should you respond?"
It’s like a divine voice from heaven, an enlightenment!
It was like a thunderbolt from the blue, deafening and enlightening.
Zhao Long finally let go of his obsession, but the young man also turned gray in an instant...
There is a poem praising this place:
The flowing clouds often gather and disperse, and the floating water is full of waves.
Love is like a broken lotus root, life is as light as thin paper.
Love spreads across the mountains, but it can stop even when the sea dries up.
The fists and fists follow the king's will, and the white heads do not lean toward each other.
(Revised, you can read it!)
(End of chapter)
