As soon as the Wangyou Sword came out, only the golden light was shining, and the already bright peak of Qianshan Mountain was like a ray of sunshine shining on the earth. The entire Qianshan Mountain was bathed in the golden light of the Wangyou Sword.
The snow on the top of Qianshan Mountain is melting.
Snow and water from thousands of mountains flow into the foot of the mountain, like rivers, lakes and seas, with magnificent waves.
Hua Monk Wu Chi was shocked and sighed in his heart: "I didn't expect that the master swordsmith Mei Jian was so good. It took him twenty years to forge such a magical weapon. It is the best in the world."
Seeing the power of the Wangyou Sword further deepened Monk Hua's desire to win the Wangyou Sword.
"The cassock destroys the magical power."
Master Hua Monk Wu Chi raised his left foot, and the worn cassock moved with great force. I saw the cassock expanding, as if the inside of the cassock was filled with gas, and it was about to expand and explode.
Hua Monk Wu Chi struck the cassock with his palms left and right, making the cassock grow bigger and bigger. In a moment, the entire cassock wrapped around Hua Monk Wu Chi's body.
"go."
Hua Monk Wu Chi raised his hands, and his whole cassock went straight towards the dream builder Li Yufeng like a city wall.
As fast as lightning, as body as a ghost.
"Use your sword to destroy demons."
Li Yufeng, the dream builder, holds the Wangyou Sword, and the sword is surrounded by the sword. Wherever the sword tip touched, the sky was filled with golden light. I saw streaks of sword light wandering around the Wangyou Sword. Like a tiger descending from a mountain, like a bright moon galloping forward, like a flood of beasts, it is about to swallow up the heaven and earth. Kill gods when you meet them, destroy demons when you meet them.
The Dream Builder has completed his moves and holds the sword in front of his chest.
In an instant, cassocks swept across.
Dream Builder Li Yufeng moved to the left, and the Wangyou Sword slashed at the attacking cassock.
When the Wangyou Sword and the cassock struck together, bursts of sparks erupted.
Li Yufeng, the creator of the dream, was shocked and sighed in his heart: "I didn't expect that the flower monk Wu Chi has practiced the 'Kasaya Destroying Magic Art' to a great level, which can be said to be the pinnacle. It is gratifying to congratulate him. If the flower monk can correct his evil ways and be an upright person, he can also make a difference in the world. It's a pity that this flower monk does all kinds of evil, specifically killing good women, and doing such unscrupulous things, it's simply abominable. Today, I, Li Yufeng, will kill this man and eliminate a scourge for the world."
Hua Monk Wu Chi encouraged him to send his true energy to move his cassock to attack. The more he conveyed his true energy, the more frightened Monk Hua Wu Chi became. He sighed in his heart: "Unexpectedly, the rumors of the Forgetting Sword are true. Those who hold the Forgetting Sword can create a sect in a small way, but can stabilize the country in a big way. When I see you today, even if you die in If you fall under the Wangyou sword, you will have no regrets in this life."
After saying that, Monk Hua increased his energy flow to the cassock.
Dream Builder Li Yufeng holds the Wangyou Sword in his hand, as if a god has descended upon him. No matter how Kasaya attacks him, he is easily defeated by the Wangyou Sword in his hand.
The cassock seemed to have lost control of its true energy and was in danger of falling off at any time.
Dream Builder Li Yufeng roared and kicked the edge of the cassock. The cassock lost control of his energy and turned back in the direction it came from. Hua Monk Wu Chi raised his sleeves and his cassock flew towards him. Hua Monk Wu Chi opened his left hand to catch the cassock, turned his body in place, and wore the entire cassock on his body.
After putting on his cassock, Monk Hua Wuchi said: "Yes, the title of Dream Builder is worthy of being the best in the world. The old monk admires me." As he spoke, Monk Hua's internal energy and blood boiled, and he might vomit blood and become weak at any time.
Li Yufeng, the man who built the dream, protected his chest with the Wangyou Sword and did not take advantage of the victory to pursue it. Said: "The cassock's magic-destroying skill is not unworthy of its reputation. It has some shadows of Shaolin's cassock-enchanting skill. Presumably Monk Hua secretly read the internal skills of the cassock-enchanting skill in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple and created it himself, right?"
Hua Monk Wu Chi said: "I have good eyesight, but I only used the sixth level of skill before using the kasaya to destroy the magic, which made the dream builder laugh."
Li Yufeng laughed loudly and said: "Six levels of skill can be so powerful. The great monk has a lot of cultivation. However, your cassock-destroying magic skill is just like the cassock enchantment skill, and it does not have the power that the cassock enchantment skill should have. It seems to be Right and wrong, just neither fish nor fowl."
Monk Hua was furious and furious. He couldn't control a mouthful of blood and spit it out. He wiped away the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth, glared at Li Yufeng and said: "The competition is about the authenticity of the sword, not the battle of words. Next, it will not be so easy to deal with."
"Taofa Zen True Yuan Palm."
Monk Hua put his hands together, his eyes were blood red, and struck Zhang Xu with a palm in front of him. Wherever the palm force touched, it was like a busy traffic, like a rapid river, exploding the snow layer and attacking Li Yufeng. Wherever the palm force touched, holes exploded and split into two.
"The sky is full of swords."
The dream builder Li Yufeng pointed his sword at the sky. For a moment, dark clouds covered the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if the energy from heaven and earth was coming. The wind and clouds roared, and everything was destroyed.
Li Yufeng's sword was pointed at a few feet in front of him, and a huge force was like a scourge, attacking Monk Hua like a tiger descending from the mountain.
"Bump, bump, bump."
The two palm forces collided, making an explosion sound of the sky shattering and the earth shattering. A large deep hole was opened in the snow between the two of them.
"Taofa Zen True Yuan Palm."
Hua Monk Wu Chi roared loudly, jumped out of the sky and followed the wind to attack Li Yufeng.
"Well come."
"The sky is filled with swords."
Li Yufeng protected his chest with the Forgetful Sword, and his whole body was covered with golden light. His body was wrapped in the golden light, and he and his sword merged into one and attacked Monk Hua.
Wherever they went, there were explosions and the earth shattered.
For a moment, the two of them worked together.
"Bump, bump, bump."
With the sound of the explosion, the two separated and stood in the other's previous position. At the same time, the two people vomited blood and were seriously injured.
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Li Yufeng, if I can die under your Wangyou Sword, I will have no regrets in this life. Hahahaha."
As Monk Hua laughed wildly, his body slowly fell down, and finally disappeared into the snowflakes, and was buried forever on the land at the top of Mount Qian.
"The grass is so vast, and the poplar trees are swaying.
In the middle of September, the frost sent me out of the suburbs.
There is no one living on all sides, and the high tombs are in the midst of banana trees.
The horse is up to the sky and roaring, and the wind is depressed.
Once the secluded chamber is closed, it will never see the light of day again for a thousand years.
There will be no more dynasties for a thousand years, and the virtuous people will be helpless.
They always give each other away and each returns to his own home.
Relatives may be sad, but others may also sing.
What's the way to die? It's the same mountain as your body.
When I die, I know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as in all nine states.
Wang Shibei sets the Central Plains Day, and does not Don't forget to tell Nai Weng when making family sacrifices. "
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that Li Yufeng, the dream builder, who was famous all his life, died in the hands of this evil monk today. Farewell to you Meng, I hope we can meet again in the next life; Farewell to you Meng, I hope you can live in peace in this life. Pass."
Slowly, Li Yufeng fell on the snow with a smile on his face.
The Wangyou Sword jingled, soared into the sky, wrapped in a golden light, flew into the bottom of Qian Lake at the foot of Qian Mountain, and stuck on a rock. With the disappearance of Li Yufeng, it will be sealed forever, waiting for its next owner.
At the top of Qianshan Mountain, snowflakes are falling.
The duel between the dream builder Li Yufeng and the flower monk cannot affect its beauty and whiteness at all.
The snow kept falling, and in an instant, it covered the traces of the previous fight, as if there had been no fighting at all.
