Nanwu is surrounded by thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the Buddhist family is the only one.
The Taoist sects of the world have long been extremely jealous.
Shen Li couldn't help laughing and sneered: "Taoist luck has not been in Nanwu before. How can you, who are always good at looking at luck, easily place a bet on Liu Taiyuan, an old man who has half a foot in the coffin."
The old man was dying and murmured: "These words are wrong. The fortune of Buddhism has begun to take a sharp turn. Today's tragic situation in Woxia Temple just proves the essence of my Taoist fortune-seeing."
That's right.
Woxia Temple holds a grand celebration for Buddha's birthday. They thought it would become famous all over the world, but who could have expected that such a disaster would happen.
If it’s not that Buddhism’s fortune has taken a turn for the worse, what is it?
The old man seemed to remember something, his eyes widened suddenly, and he raised his arm with difficulty to point at him, "Senior brother mentioned..."
Just after saying four words, his breath was cut off and he became a dead body.
The young man sneered, he didn't care about the profound and profound prophecies of the Taoist sect.
If it were so accurate, there should not be 480 temples in Southern Wu, but 480 temples.
In a flash, he thought that he had conferred the title of Eight Heavenly Dragons and was going to the Northern Sui Dynasty to do business with Taoism. Was it in the old man's unfinished prophecy?
No matter what, the Sword Immortal despises the gods and ghosts the most, and he will most likely kill them with one sword.
His fight with the old man attracted the attention of many masters from Woxia Temple. Several of them stood on the still intact Buddhist temple on the mountain covered in blood, watching the outcome of the fight.
Shen Li turned around and returned to Woxia Temple along the stone wall hillside.
Shake off the blood from the sword body and return it to the scabbard.
"Is he a local swordsman from Nanwu?"
one person shouted loudly.
The killing power of the Sword Immortal is terrifying. If there are multiple Sword Immortals in your own camp, the fight will be smoother and more confident.
They were all trying to determine whether the young man who broke into Woxia Temple was one of their own.
"Your Excellency, please show me your name so that I won't accidentally hurt you during the fight."
Another person sneered: "Idiot, can't you see clearly his sword intention? Kaixi City competed for the Eight Heavenly Dragons, and this boy became so popular. Nowadays, there are several great swordsmen who have been famous for a long time in the Northern Sui Dynasty. They want to meet one." See him."
"It turns out to be the Sword Immortal from Xingxiu Sect. No wonder..."
"The Xingxiu Sect is really like lice in a worn-out cotton-padded jacket. They can be found everywhere."
"The situation in Kaixi City is not good. I stood aside and did not participate in the battle. Let me know whether this sword is sharp enough!"
Before he finished speaking, sword energy fell from a high place.
"Oh? Zeng Liaofan, the fourth-grade Sword Immortal of the Southern Wu Dynasty?! I saw a good show. A third-grade Chaolu Realm Sword Immortal praised Zeng Liaofan's sword. It is fresh, refined and unique. I don't know who is better than him!"
The swordsmen of Nanwu are a very special group among the swordsmen of the Three Kingdoms.
The swordsmen of Xishu value extreme killing power. Once a sword is struck, the world will bow.
The swordsman of the Northern Sui Dynasty has the killing power of the swordsman of the Western Shu Dynasty, but also has the heroic feelings of the desert and the aspirational feelings of the snow-covered mountains.
Only the swordsman of Nanwu, at first glance, the misty rain and the gurgling creek seemed to be the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, but the murderous intention was hidden in it, which really blinded the swordsman of Nanwu, and he was killed in the next moment.
The swordsman named Zeng Lofan had an unexceptional swordsmanship and ordinary swordsmanship.
But when Shen Li approached, his murderous power showed up, his sword intent surged, and his sword energy even cleared away the green leaves in the yard.
Someone said: "Southern Wu swordsmen should not be underestimated. Zeng Feng's sword is so wonderfully conceived, as poetic as picturesque."
There were other Nanwu swordsmen who clapped their hands and shouted loudly: "What I, the Nanwu swordsman, want is poetry, flowers, water, mountains, and beautiful women..."
Shen Li allowed the experts from all directions to be acrimonious and secretly noted their locations in his heart.
As for Zeng Liaofan, who popped up out of nowhere, in his opinion, people are childish, and swords are also petty.
Not worth mentioning.
Even too lazy to pull out the withered beauty.
One punch.
The energy is surging.
Zeng Liaofan's slashing sword seemed to hit an insurmountable mountain head-on, and the ice melted away and the snow was released in an instant.
Shen Li jumped up and grabbed the eaves of the Buddhist temple, like swinging on a swing. He let go and immediately used his strength to fly to Zeng Liaofan's position.
Zeng Liaofan was just about to pass another sword.
Shen Li, who was in mid-air, sneered. Since he "made friends with the sword", of course he couldn't follow his wishes.
Make a hand gesture.
There is a Taoist technique called metamorphosis.
This technique requires understanding, but he can learn it immediately. He just feels that the power is not usually used, but now is a good time.
Zeng Liaofan's shadow suddenly came to life, grabbing the hand holding the sword and refusing to let go.
He almost fainted from fright.
While he was briefly lost in thought, Shen Li, who was still some distance away from him, suddenly came to his side.
He punched Zeng Liaofan on the head.
Simple, crisp and direct.
If a swordsman lets a warrior get close to him, and he doesn't have an outstanding way to deal with it, the outcome will not be good.
Zeng Liaofan was one of them.
Like a watermelon, my head exploded immediately.
He knelt down and wiped the blood on his hands with his clothes. He felt it was unclean, so he tore it off and wiped his face.
The young man was also covered in blood now, just like the other masters fighting in Woxia Temple.
"too weak."
Make a comment.
The master who had just laughed and ridiculed seemed to have his mouth sewn shut.
Until someone said, "This boy will be a powerful enemy of many martial arts masters in the future."
Just like this, someone praised loudly: "When did such a genius appear in the world?! He is good at Taoism, has a sharp sword, and has a physique comparable to that of a martial artist! I am willing to call him a genius."
"Haha... The boy from Xingxiu Sect who was born with the body of a diamond, dragon and elephant is him!"
"It's almost as if Xingxiu Sect's mask-making skills are unparalleled. He looks like a young man, but who knows who is underneath the skin?"
"It is said that those three and a half geniuses will be able to overwhelm the world in the future. I am very surprised to see that there is a boy younger than them! Young man, live well, I really hope to see you compete."
"A bunch of cowards, the Xingxiu Cult is here to fight, and they are busy losing their own prestige and the ambition of others! I will meet him! You alone have six points of Kaixi City's limelight, I don't accept it!"
A bald man jumped up to the roof in two steps and looked at Shen Li up and down.
The bald man's clothes were soaked with blood. He moved his wrists and sneered: "I have killed not thirty but forty monks from Woxia Temple. I'm tired of killing them. Let's have a change."
Pay attention to the experts here. None of them recognize the bald man. Just now he saw him killing everyone and mistakenly thought he was one of his own. Now that he looks at it, he is probably an expert fishing in troubled waters.
When the bald man appeared, Shen Li was already ready.
This person's breathing was like lava. He moved his hands and feet, and his energy flow was unimpeded, without any sluggishness.
To say the least, he is a master at the pinnacle of the Vajra Realm.
The strong man asked: "Are you scared?"
"Buddhism's foundation?" Shen Li tried to ask.
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
"If you have a Buddhist foundation, I will use a sword. No, I am willing to fight with you hand-to-hand to test your physical strength, or I will beat you with my fists and make you cry for father and mother."
"Haha...arrogant! What an arrogant little guy. To be honest, I have the foundation of Buddhism."
Stomp your feet.
All the glazed tiles on the Buddhist temple floated.
The strong man tore off his shirt, exposing his bronze tendons.
"Also, let me tell you a little secret, kid. I have been polishing it carefully in the Vajra Realm for sixteen years!"
There are indeed some Buddhist masters who deliberately stay in the Vajra Realm, hone their physical bodies, seek immortality, and cooperate with other secret techniques to train their spirits. In the long run, they will be more difficult to deal with than the Chaolu Realm or even the Siming Realm.
The white-robed monk Chu Wuchan took this path.
"What a pity." Shen Li shook his head and sighed.
The strong man was stunned and said: "What's a pity?"
"I know a friend whose Vajra Body is close to flawless. I wanted to compare the two of you to see whose Vajra Body is more powerful."
The strong man raised his head and laughed wildly: "Chu Wuchan, I have heard that that boy's Vajra Body was achieved through meditation and was not practiced step by step. I am definitely not looking down on him. His Vajra Body is like a castle in the air. , if you meet a strong person of a higher realm, it will break with just a touch, which is more valuable than porcelain..."
"And I have a Vajra Body..." The bald man stretched out his thumb to show off to himself: "I have killed a third-grade master. Let's talk about it. Whose Vajra Body is the most powerful?"
Shen Li smiled and said: "It seems that your Vajra body is a little stronger."
"That's right! That's right!" The strong man nodded.
Shen Li said again: "It's just that the Vajra bodies that have not been taught by the sword of the young master are all local chickens and dogs, and it is difficult for them to be refined."
"Okay, today I want you to have a good understanding of what kind of Vajra body can be considered unsullied!" the strong man said angrily.
He stamped his feet again.
The floating glazed tiles shot towards Shen Li.
Draw your sword.
The withered beauty rotated around him, and all the glazed tiles, which were like sharp weapons, shattered into powder.
The bald man took a deep breath, as if coated with gold powder, and strode towards the young man with a grin.
The majestic Buddhist temple collapsed under the heavy steps of the strong man.
Dust is flying.
The sun shines on it as if it were shining on the mist rising from the river in the morning.
Repulse with one strike.
Shen Li retreated to the wall.
The bald man's back knocked down an entire wall.
There was a one-inch deep sword wound on his chest and heart. If he hadn't retreated quickly, the sword would have touched his heart.
The young man also felt uncomfortable. The strong man punched him between the eyebrows. The majestic force was harder than that of a martial artist, making him dizzy.
Shake his head.
Raise your sword.
Still getting the Dragon Balls.
The sword energy is brilliant.
Blow away the flying dust.
The strong man shouted lowly and lowered his fists.
Punch.
The qi machine hit the sword qi again and again.
Before he could get close, the strong man had already neutralized every bit of the dragon ball with one sword strike.
He took a step forward, his body swayed slightly, and he looked at the relaxed Shen Li: "What a sword."
"Haha, which one is better, my sword, or my swordsmanship?"
He said: "Good physique, good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship and swordsmanship."
Shen Li asked: "Is it enough to kill you?"
"Enough." The strong man admitted very rarely that the young man could kill him, "But before I die, I will take you away."
"Difficult to handle."
"It's really difficult, boy, what are you doing here?"
"Look at the excitement."
"Just watching the fun?"
"Just kill a few more people."
"Boy, I have some good advice. Do you want to listen to it?"
"explain."
"This battle is more brutal than the battle at Kaixi City. You are young. If you don't want to die, just slip down the mountain and never look back."
Shen Li laughed: "What if I say no?"
"Hmph, with your sword, you have a chance to survive, but... if those great masters think they can't keep you any longer, hey, you'll die without life!"
