"Hehe, this old monk only defends and doesn't attack, otherwise Benefactor Ye wouldn't have a chance." Ru Chen smiled slightly, his tone very arrogant.
"Only defend and not attack? Otherwise, I won't have a chance?" Ye Xingchen looked at Ruchen with some surprise: "Are monks this arrogant?"
"It's not arrogance, but rather that I have the right to be arrogant." Ru Chen smiled slightly, raised his eyes and said, "Benefactor Ye, bring out your strongest fighting power, otherwise you won't even be able to break through my defenses, so how can you talk about defeating me?"
"That was just a warm-up. Did you really think I used my full strength?" Ye Xingchen turned Chi Xiao around and stared at him. "You said if I fought back, I wouldn't have a chance, right?"
“Yes, if I fight back, Mr. Ye will have no chance.” Ru Chen nodded gently.
"Then don't give me a chance." Ye Xingchen grinned, flicked his right hand, and a sword aura formed.
The six sword energies that were originally coiled above Ru Chen's body suddenly merged into one, forming a huge sword light that slashed down at Ru Chen.
Ru Chen's expression froze. He never expected that Ye Xingchen could attack him from such a tricky angle.
He swayed and was already ten zhang away. Boom... A huge crater was created where he had just entered meditation.
He had barely regained his footing when Ye Xingchen attacked with the Crimson Cloud sword in his hand. With a flick of the sword, three sword energies drew near.
Ru Chen's wide monk's robe billowed, and he reached out to brush away the three sword energies. However, just as the three sword energies disappeared, Ye Xingchen approached again.
This combination completely stunned Ru Chen. He never expected Ye Xingchen to use such a close-quarters fighting style, which threw him into disarray for a moment.
In a duel between masters, what matters is internal strength and martial arts skills. Every thrust of this guy's sword looks ordinary, but in fact, every sword can unleash tremendous power.
"Be careful." Ye Xingchen took a step forward, spanning a hundred feet. At the same time, the golden patterned crown on his forehead reappeared, and the Crimson Sky Sword in his hand surged with light as he slashed at Ru Chen.
A beam of light, over ten feet long, swept across the sky and struck Ru Chen.
With a roar, Ru Chen clasped his hands together, and a giant Arhat Dharma body appeared behind him.
Whoosh... As if a hurricane had appeared out of nowhere, several surrounding buildings were instantly reduced to dust, and a beam of Buddha's light stretched out on the ground, instantly covering a distance of a hundred feet.
The old monk finally retaliated, and his first move was at the strongest level of his Great Freedom Formless Dharma Body.
"Hey, weren't you going to not fight back? Are you not going to give me a chance?" Ye Xingchen made no attempt to hide his sarcasm.
Ru Chen was somewhat surprised. Even though he had cultivated for a hundred years and his heart was already as calm as still water, Ye Xingchen's combination punches just now still surprised him. This kid almost never followed any rules when he fought.
“As expected of Benefactor Ye, even your fighting style is different from others.” Ru Chen stared at Ye Xingchen and said calmly, “In that case, I think we should stop wasting time.”
As he formed the Vajra Mudra with both hands, the enormous Arhat body behind him grew larger and larger, and at the same time, his robe flew up, with a golden dragon coiling around it.
In an instant, the Dharma body grew to a height of five zhang, and the enormous Arhat Dharma body looked down at Ye Xingchen with an aura of annihilation and indifference to all living beings.
The true form of the Heavenly Dragon Arhat has been revealed!
At the same time, the old monk suddenly spread his hands apart and roared to the sky: "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!"
As he roared, mysterious chanting seemed to rise from the surroundings, and the six-syllable mantra of Buddhism appeared one by one.
"Buzz..."
The giant Arhat slowly raised one hand, forming a mudra, and then flicked a finger down at Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen flashed and quickly retreated.
Boom... A crater five or six meters deep appeared where he stood. The enormous Arhat's figure appeared exceptionally agile. After pointing out a finger, another mantra appeared: "Mah..."
He transformed into a palm and slapped it down at Ye Xingchen.
Boom... This palm strike landed on Ye Xingchen, and his figure disappeared.
The enormous Arhat's eyes emitted a golden light over ten feet long as he scanned his surroundings, searching for Ye Xingchen's figure.
At this moment, Ye Xingchen, holding the Crimson Sky sword, appeared in mid-air.
His body was level with the enormous Arhat's true form. Looking at that huge, indifferent face, he couldn't help but laugh: "That's more like it. Just defending, not attacking? Who do you think you are?"
Seemingly sensing Ye Xingchen's provocation, the enormous Arhat's true form let out a furious roar, stretching out its palm and striking down at Ye Xingchen.
However, how could Ye Xingchen sit idly by and wait for his death? He raised the Crimson Cloud in his hand, his figure rising higher, and at the same time, his majestic voice resounded through the sky like thunder.
"With the thunderous force of a thousand thunderbolts, I grant you death!"
Thunderclap Sword, fourth move. This move was self-comprehended by Ye Xingchen and is currently nameless. Let's just call it the Thunderous Sound of Slaughtering Buddha.
In the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and purple electric snakes spread out in mid-air like the gnarled roots of an old tree.
Countless bolts of lightning exploded continuously, enveloping the entire void in their light.
Natural lightning descended from the sky and struck the enormous Arhat's body heavily.
With a roar, the Arhat's true form swayed a few times, but ultimately did not fall.
However, this lightning spell was not just a single attack.
Suddenly, another thunderclap rang out, and a purple lightning bolt condensed in mid-air, instantly transforming into a river of lightning.
Purple lightning, like a surging river, swept in and filled most of the sky in an instant.
Boom... Accompanied by an unwilling roar, the enormous Arhat's Dharma body suddenly disappeared.
Crack... Where Ru Chen stood, the land within a radius of a hundred feet sank heavily, sinking to a depth of about three feet.
Ru Chen's body paused slightly downwards, and his cassock exploded in an instant.
Ye Xingchen slowly descended from mid-air, and everything in the air seemed to vanish in an instant.
The Thunderclap Sword Technique he had just mastered nearly drained all of Ye Xingchen's power, but fortunately, he won.
Just then, a green light formed from the trees outside the temple, creating specks of green fluorescence in mid-air, which gradually attached themselves to Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen's almost depleted true energy was immediately replenished. He held the Crimson Cloud in his hand, circulated his true energy once, and immediately regained the ability to move.
He knew that Vena was secretly helping him. He exhaled a breath of stale air and stepped forward.
Ru Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, then clasped his hands together. His aged face was devoid of joy or sorrow, but he was now clearly on his last legs.
"What a powerful sword strike! What's the name of this lightning tribulation?" Ru Chen asked Ye Xingchen with a gentle expression.
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