"boom!"
The terrifying sword power enveloped Shaolin.
Master Tianhong and other great masters joined forces, but they only blocked it for a short moment.
The next moment, the sword force exploded, and everyone including Tie Zhongtang was knocked away by the sword force, vomiting blood and fell to the ground.
too strong!
Everyone couldn't help but have a look of horror in their eyes.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Yu Huatian's expression was calm, his sword power surged, he controlled the Heavenly Wrath Sword, and struck out with another sword.
It’s still a sword that cuts the sky!
The huge sword force pressed down, everyone's hearts trembled, and they couldn't help but have a look of despair on their faces.
"well……"
However, at this moment, a sigh suddenly sounded.
Then, a golden light rose from the Shaolin Temple and turned into a giant hand, almost covering the entire Shaolin Temple.
"Rumble..."
The golden Buddha's hand shattered and turned into spiritual energy that dissipated.
But at the same time, the huge sword light was shattered inch by inch, and the sword force that originally fell overwhelmingly disappeared in an instant.
This golden Buddha's hand finally held back the sword!
Master Tianhong and others immediately breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of fear and joy of surviving the disaster.
Immediately, everyone turned around and looked behind.
I saw an old figure wearing a monk's robe, crossing the sky, walking slowly from the direction of the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple. With every step he took, the night sky would tremble slightly, as if it contained some kind of supreme principle of heaven and earth and was in harmony with heaven and earth.
"Master!"
"Disciple has met my great uncle!"
Master Tianhong and others were slightly startled, then quickly stood up and saluted.
Although they didn't know this old monk, he must be a heavenly being who could cross the void!
This person should be their Shaolin ancestor!
"Help!"
"Buddha bless me, and my master will take action to get rid of this demon and keep my Shaolin worry-free!"
Everyone was very happy.
Ignoring Master Tianhong and the others, the old monk walked slowly and landed on the ground. His eyes focused on Yuhuatian. His face was complicated, he bowed slightly and sighed:
"Amitabha, the donor has killed a swordsman from Shaolin today. The culprit Lei Dapeng has also been killed. Why should the donor kill them all?"
"Can you finally give it up?" Yu Huatian sneered, not surprised at all by the old monk's appearance.
The moment he stepped into the Shaolin Temple, he felt a mysterious energy locking him in the dark.
There is no doubt that his previous guess was correct.
In the Shaolin Temple of the Qing Dynasty, there was also a strong man of heaven and man sitting in command!
But with his current state, he still couldn't detect where the old monk was hiding.
What he just did was to force this old monk to show up.
But unexpectedly, the old monk watched helplessly as the swordsman monk fell, and he didn't even plan to take action.
Only now, when Master Tianhong and others are about to die, do they appear.
"Who are you?" Yu Huatian narrowed his eyes.
This old monk should not be an ordinary heavenly being.
The aura on his body was much stronger than that of several heavenly beings he had encountered before.
In terms of momentum alone, he should be second only to the magician Pang Ban, but also much stronger than Chai Yuguan, Murong Longcheng, Ye Dingzhi and others.
"Amitabha, poor monk has no idea!"
The old monk raised one palm in front of him, glanced at the Shaolin Temple filled with flames, and sighed: "Donor, no matter whether it is right or wrong today, I, Shaolin, have paid the price after all. Even if the benefactor has anger in his heart, he must have vented it. Please benefactor, please let it go.”
"You're not as annoying as that Jueyuan bald donkey."
Yu Huatian said calmly: "However, if I had not shown the strength to suppress your Shaolin, would you still be talking to me so peacefully at this moment?"
After saying that, Yu Huatian sneered and said: "I'm afraid that after you show up, you will suppress me as soon as possible, and then give me the title of devil, enter your Shaolin, and become a heritage of your Shaolin Temple. Bar?"
"After all, your favorite thing as a Buddhist is to save others, isn't it?"
The old monk Wuxiang remained silent and made no excuse.
Although Shaolin is a Buddhist holy land.
But ever since he took control of martial arts and gained the honor of being known as the "World Martial Sect", things have gradually deteriorated.
There are not many monks who actually chant sutras and recite Buddha's name. Most of them rely on the name of Shaolin to do evil and satisfy their own selfish desires.
For example, this was the case with the monk who didn't give up the sword just now.
As a Shaolin monk, he turned to swordsmanship. In order to practice swordsmanship, he secretly did many things that harmed the reputation of Shaolin.
He knew all these things, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Each person has his or her own destiny.
But this was also the reason why he didn't take action to save the Sword Monk just now.
Speaking of which, this can be regarded as his selfish desire.
Borrowing Yu Huatian's help to get rid of the scourge of the Sword Monk, and at the same time letting Yu Huatian vent his anger, killing two birds with one stone.
But he didn't expect that after killing the Sword Monk Busha, Yu Huatian was not satisfied and wanted to take action against Tianhong and others, obviously coming with the intention of destroying Shaolin.
Therefore, he had to take action.
for a long time.
Monk Wuxiang sighed and asked, "How can the donor resolve today's matter?"
Yuhuatian said calmly: "I just said it!"
"The most shameful thing for me is that your Buddhist temple, in the name of compassion, deceives the world, wantonly shrinks the incense, exploits refugees, and occupies land without paying taxes, which is harmful to the people of the country but not beneficial!"
"It's very simple to solve today's matter!"
"Shaolin will hand over all the martial arts classics, the monks will give up their martial arts, and from now on they will eat fast and chant Buddha's name honestly. I can be more generous!"
Hearing this, Master Tianhong and others were extremely angry.
Asking Shaolin to hand over its martial arts classics and all monks to abandon their martial arts skills is to break the roots of Shaolin!
If we really do this, can Shaolin Temple still have a foothold in the world? !
Monk Wuxiang also frowned and suddenly asked: "Isn't the donor from the Qing Dynasty?"
At first glance, Yuhuatian is from the Central Plains, of Yanhuang blood, and is so strong that there is no way he will become a lackey of the Qing Tatars, speaking for the Qing court, and arguing that Shaolin occupies land and does not pay taxes.
Yuhuatian did not deny it, he looked sternly and said: "I will not change my name when I am walking or sitting down, I will be the owner of the West Factory of the Ming Dynasty, Yuhuatian!"
People from Ming Dynasty? !
Everyone's expressions changed.
Especially Master Tianhong and others, while being angry, they also vaguely understood why Yuhuatian targeted the Shaolin Temple.
They had already received news that the Shaolin Temple located in the Ming Dynasty had been destroyed by the Ming Dynasty court.
The mastermind is the current number one person in the Ming Dynasty, Mr. Xichang, Yuhuatian!
Monk Wuxiang frowned even more tightly, and then said: "Our Shaolin is not within the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and is not under the control of the Ming Dynasty. Since the donor is a member of the Ming Dynasty, why should he care about the affairs of my Qing Dynasty Shaolin?"
Yuhuatian said indifferently: "I come to Shaolin, not only on behalf of the Ming Dynasty, but also on behalf of the people of the Central Plains, and the people of the Chinese lineage!"
Hearing this, Monk Wuxiang immediately understood what Yuhuatian meant.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said: "No matter why the benefactor came, it is impossible for the poor monk to agree to the benefactor's request. My Shaolin martial arts inheritance is accumulated by my Shaolin ancestors for hundreds of years, and it is impossible to hand it over to the benefactor. And the existence of my Shaolin warrior monk is also to protect my Shaolin, and it is even more impossible for me to give up my martial arts as the donor said and only chant sutras and recite Buddha from now on."
"The poor monk doesn't want to fight with the benefactor, so the benefactor should just retreat."
"It's not up to you whether you want to take action or not!" Yuhuatian snorted coldly and said: "Since you can't let go of worldly glory, then go to the Paradise of Paradise to chant sutras and recite Buddha's name!"
As soon as the words fell, he took action!
Sa——
Without any further support, Yu Huatian grasped the hilt of the Heavenly Wrath Sword, then dodged his body and slashed towards Wuxiang Monk.
This time, it is no longer a single sword that cuts the sky, but eight stacks of sword energy!
When the sword came out, it was like a stormy wave crashing on the shore. The terrifying sword power enveloped Wuxiang Monk.
"Woo..." Before the sword arrived, the wind howled and the night sky trembled.
The force of the sword was like the collision of a white dragon. The bricks and stones on the ground flew to both sides, leaving only a long, dark and deep ravine.
Everyone's expressions changed.
Including Wuxiang Monk!
He thought he had paid enough attention to Yuhuatian, but unexpectedly, he still underestimated it!
The power of this sword is more than ten times stronger than the strength Yu Huatian showed just now? !
"The Swordless Realm?!"
Wuxiang Monk was shocked. He had never seen anyone who could break through the Swordless Realm at the Grand Master Realm.
This is really incredible!
"Back off!"
The sword energy ripped through the wind, making his cheeks ache slightly. Wuxiang Monk woke up suddenly, shouted loudly, and then immediately started to use his vitality, and his robes bulged high.
"scold!"
With a Buddhist roar like a lion's roar, Wuxiang Monk's hands surrounded the void, and the golden light flashed, turning into a golden 'swastika' seal, standing firm in the void.
"boom!!"
The next moment, the sword came straight forward, and the '卍' character seal trembled and was about to collapse.
Wuxiang Monk was horrified and quickly increased his strength to hold on tightly.
But in the end, the '卍' seal shattered, Wuxiang Monk's body trembled, and he suddenly retreated backwards, leaving a row of deep footprints on the hard blue brick floor.
But after breaking the 'swastika' seal, the terrifying sword power slowly dissipated.
The monk Wuxiang breathed a sigh of relief.
But before he could recover, a ghostly figure appeared in front of him again, and a cold voice rang through the night sky:
"Let me see how many swords you blocked!"
As this cold voice sounded, another sword force that was the same as the sword just now slowly condensed...
Wuxiang Monk's pupils shrank, he didn't dare to wait for Yuhuatian to gather his strength, he quickly jumped into the air, and then he saw a slight tremor in the sky, and he had appeared in front of Yuhuatian, and terrifying palm prints containing the power of Buddhism struck from both palms. Go out, to interrupt Yuhuatian's momentum.
But how could Yuhuatian’s latent cultivation during this period be in vain?
Although he is still unable to stack nine sword qi at the moment, eight stacks of sword qi are not difficult at all.
Even if this sword requires accumulating momentum, it doesn't take much time at all, just a few breaths.
Wuxiang Monk had just arrived in front of Yuhuatian, and the sword had already been slashed out.
This time, the two faced each other head-on, and Wuxiang Monk once again saw the horror of this sword!
"boom--"
Violent roars resounded throughout the world.
Without the protection of the '卍' seal, Wuxiang Monk's palm print was chopped into pieces in an instant, and then the golden protective aura on his body also cracked in an instant, and the whole person was instantly chopped dozens of feet away.
Along the way, bright red blood spilled, forming a red blood line on the ground.
Then--
"Bang!"
Wuxiang Monk smashed straight into the ruins behind him.
Just two swords.
A heavenly being was defeated!
At this moment, Master Tianhong and others, who had already retreated a hundred feet away, were all shocked and dumbfounded, unable to believe the scene in front of them.
(End of chapter)
