Liao Guan, who had turned from a Buddhist to a demon, dared to risk the world's disapproval and paid a huge price to pursue immortality. Such a person, even if he only had one breath left, would not be willing to pass on his skills to others.
After hearing what he said, Luo Mingchuan knew something was fishy and was prepared. He drew his sword and slashed at him, while pulling Yin Bi and retreating faster!
The sword's force split the smoke and dust, and a deep crack appeared in the gray bricks of the Buddhist hall, extending all the way under the altar and reaching an inch in front of Lu Guan.
However, the golden light had enveloped the entire Buddhist temple, and a vast pressure like a sea tide was blowing in the face.
At this moment, the thin door panel became as hard as iron and gold, and bounced the two men away, forcing them to face the pressure.
The old monk sat on the altar with his eyes closed and his brows slightly furrowed. The golden and red light behind him became increasingly dazzling.
Yin Biyue finally understood why he was willing to explain so much before, it was just to buy himself time to recover.
Now, the more time passes, the more disadvantageous it will be for them.
The two men looked at each other, and Luo Mingchuan raised his sword again, pouring out all his true energy. A series of crackling sounds came from the tip of the sword, as if the air was being torn apart.
He broke open a passage amidst the seemingly tangible pressure, and Yin Biyue's Yihu sword was unsheathed, charging forward through the passage!
A biting chill emanated from the sword, and a thin layer of white frost condensed on the ground.
Wherever the sword passed, the frost expanded rapidly. The sword tip went straight to Guan!
At the same time, Luo Mingchuan's gaze also arrived and fell on Guan's eyebrows.
This was the third time the two had joined forces to fight an enemy. When they encountered the demon cultivators in the cave at night, their cooperation was still awkward, but in Xingshan Temple, they already had 70% tacit understanding.
At this time, everything went smoothly as planned, with the help of heaven and the power of heaven complementing each other, exerting a power far beyond the original realm, enough to shock the world of cultivation.
But all this is still not enough to defeat a former saint.
Even though he had been weakened by time and formations.
When Guan opened his eyes, Yin Biyue's sword was suspended in the air, unable to get any closer. He pursed his lips slightly, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Le Guan's gaze fell on the sword's edge. Yin Biyue's face turned pale rapidly, and he took three steps back before he could stand firm.
But a glimpse of his eyes hurt so much that he had to close his eyes for a moment. At this moment, Luo Mingchuan flew forward, patted Yin Biyue's back with his left hand, and his right hand flew over, pressing down with a Buddhist handprint!
Yin Biyue was sent out of the battle by his own senior brother and watched the two men fighting each other.
The Buddhist hall in the golden light shook violently, the curtains exploded into powder, and wood chips from the beams and pillars flew everywhere!
Blood and flesh flew all over Luo Mingchuan's five fingers, like rain and mist, revealing his white bones.
He looked at the withered and shrunken palm, which was barely noticeable as it withdrew a centimeter. The altar beneath him, under the pressure of the violent true energy, cracked with five deep cuts.
At this time, Yin Biyue's sword power was ready, and the brilliant sword light in the blue sky and white day illuminated the entire Buddhist hall!
"boom--"
The altar shattered into ashes, and Liao Guan fell into the dust.
The face is covered with filth and the golden light is covered with dust.
But this time he saw the sword clearly. His pupils shrank slightly.
Yin Biyue had never thought that when he saw Luo Mingchuan injured and attacked in anger, he would be so powerful.
This sword becomes stronger when it encounters a stronger opponent, giving him too many surprises and doubts. At the flower-picking meeting, it competed with the Wind and Rain Sword. At the Xingshan Temple, it pierced into Jingyun's infinite Dharma body.
And now, he could actually break through the defense of a saint.
Le Guan stood up slowly, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other was clear and harsh.
He clearly had a skinny and short figure, but when he stood up he cast a terrifying shadow like a mountain pressing down on one's head.
He looked indifferent, but did not make a move, because he felt that after so many years, he should say something to the sword.
He thought about it and found that there was nothing to say.
Even with a new owner, the sword is still as abominable as ever.
Then, a rage began to burn in his chest, like a raging fire.
What if a million years had passed? Even if countless hours had passed, how could I not be angry when I saw that sword?! How could I not hate it?!
So he stretched out his hand and pinched the sword between his index and middle fingers.
In Yin Biyue's eyes, the old monk's movements were extremely slow, but he could not avoid it. He felt the pressure increase instantly, and he was in a dilemma, as if a mountain was pressing down on his sword.
Then the Yihu Sword vibrated violently, humming like heavy rain. Yin Biyue was horrified that the other party actually wanted to break the sword.
The deadly coldness passed along the sword to the wrist, raging through the meridians and heading straight for the heart and lungs.
Suddenly there was a breeze and a sword came across!
Yin Biyue turned around and saw Luo Mingchuan holding the Shenzhou Sword in his left hand, his eyes calm. However, his right hand was bleeding, and half of his sleeve was stained red with blood.
The sword came with great skill, prying the sword apart between the old monk's fingers, then turned horizontally and cut towards Guan's wrist.
Le Guan's expression remained unchanged. He flipped his palm and actually grasped the sharp sword blade.
Yin Biyue's sword was shaken away, but the coldness of extinction was still in his meridians and bones. He could only use the sword to support himself and barely stand.
The two men were in a stalemate and closed their eyes and held their breath almost at the same time.
In a moment, the wind and sand in the Buddhist temple were quiet.
Yin Biyue vaguely guessed that they had entered a mysterious realm, similar to the Buddhist meditation. He was worried that if he acted rashly at this time, it would break the balance and harm his brother. He could only watch the situation from the side. He forced himself to remain calm, but was still anxious.
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The gap between the young geniuses of today and the saints of a million years ago is too great. This is destined to be a battle that has never been seen before, and it will be difficult for others to come after it.
It was an incredible legendary story that the Sword Saint and the Dean, at their age, had once joined forces at the Hinayana and Barrier Breaking Realms to kill a Mahayana warrior.
They were able to fight with Laguan until now, and even if someone saw it with their own eyes, they would not dare to believe it.
But this is not a matter of superiority or inferiority, but a matter of life and death.
Luo Mingchuan opened his eyes and saw a sea of blood all around him.
Red clouds rolled across the sky like blazing flames, looking like they were about to burn through the blue sky, and the wind and sand were filled with a strong smell of blood.
Broken flags, corpses scattered across the field, the rushing river dyed red with blood. The remaining power of various skills and magical powers still remained, making the mountains and rivers in disarray and the land scorched black.
He stared at everything in a daze, feeling that it was somehow familiar, until a Zen staff came through the wind.
Luo Mingchuan retreated quickly across the river, but where the Zen staff passed, the river broke and the water divided, raising ten-foot-high waves and roaring to the sky.
Le Guan stood on the opposite mountain, with a terrifying light in his eyes and his golden and red cassock fluttering in the wind.
His figure is like a towering mountain.
Luo Mingchuan's mind moved, and the Shenzhou Sword was held across his body, like a long embankment and iron chain, blocking the river and the waves.
Although Chen Zhou was a famous sword of the time, it could not withstand the power of the saint's attack. After shaking off the Zen stick, it flew out of his hand and fell to the bottom of the river.
The Zen staff returned to the top of the mountain and was held in the hand of Liao Guan. Along the way, huge waves rushed into the river, and the waves remained restless for a long time.
Luo Mingchuan had already reached the shore, but his face was pale and his clothes were wet by the river water. His eyes suddenly changed color as he watched the mountain below him collapse with earth and rocks flying and huge rocks rolling down and collapsing.
This is the remains of a battlefield after the great war between Taoism and demons.
In this state of meditation, the two fought with their minds and thoughts, and Liao Guanbi was stronger than being trapped in the golden light formation of the Buddha Seal.
He walked down from the mountain, his figure as light as a flying bird, but the earth trembled slightly as his footsteps fell.
Although the mountain under his feet collapsed, he was still a high mountain when he walked.
The pressure is as strong as a mountain.
Luo Mingchuan's meridians exploded inch by inch, and blood flowed out of his mouth uncontrollably, soaking his entire body in an instant. Finally, he could no longer hold on and fell to his knees on the ground.
Liao Guan stood in front of him, looking down at him, and slowly placed his hand on top of his head.
In the Buddhist hall, Luo Mingchuan's face quickly turned pale, while Liao Guan's skinny body became strangely plump.
Yin Biyue was shocked. Although he couldn't see them fighting, he knew the situation was extremely dangerous. He didn't care about anything else and stabbed Guan's heart with the Yihu Sword.
Before he could touch the robes, he was violently shaken away, and the huge recoil force injured his heart and lungs.
Yin Biyue fell under the altar, feeling a sharp pain in his chest and a bloody sight before his eyes.
Although he looked indifferent, there was a barely visible smile in his eyes.
These two young men have very good physiques, and their vitality is enough for him to break the formation today.
It is clear that God will not destroy him. Then he will surely achieve immortality in the future.
At this moment, the Yihu Sword on the ground vibrated slightly, the movement was so weak that even Yin Biyue did not notice it.
In the state of meditation, at the feet of Luo Guan, the dying Luo Mingchuan raised his head.
He should have been extremely weak, but for some reason, his eyes were terrifyingly cold at this moment.
When Le Guan met those eyes, he was horrified and wanted to withdraw quickly!
But it was too late. His cultivation was rapidly draining away and flowing madly into Luo Mingchuan's body through his palms!
Suddenly, strong winds blew up in all directions, the ground collapsed, mountains collapsed, and huge waves surged to the sky.
Liao Guan finally pulled away, retreated a thousand miles, and shouted in shock, "Mo Changyuan!——"
Chen Zhou's sword leaped out of the lake, and its afterimage was as fast as the wind, faster than his body, piercing through his heart and nailing him to the ground.
It is also the eighth level of "Nine Turns of Tianluo", which transforms the cultivation and lives of others into one's own use.
But when the two meet, the difference becomes apparent.
The state of meditation is shattered.
Yin Biyue used his sword to support himself and managed to sit up.
Guan had opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he looked like a madman. "How ridiculous! I didn't die under the sword of Linyuan, but who knew I would die in the hands of the devil—"
"My senior brother is not a demon!"
The Buddhist temple shook violently, and the beams, pillars and walls began to collapse.
Luo Mingchuan still had his eyes closed, and Yin Biyue held him in her arms. His breathing was steady, but he couldn't be woken up, and his true energy couldn't penetrate into his body.
Blood kept gushing out of the old monk's mouth. He looked at the two of them, his breath fading, and said maliciously, "You don't want him to become a demon, but he can't turn back..."
The entire golden light array's hub was damaged, cracks appeared on the ground of Xingshan Temple, and people were running around in panic in the temple.
Yin Biyue's true energy was exhausted and he was seriously injured. Even though he knew that this place was going to collapse and the situation was so dangerous that it was impossible to estimate, he was unable to move an even a step with the unconscious Luo Mingchuan.
Amidst the earth-shattering shock and smoke, he protected Luo Mingchuan and sat down in the corner of the Buddhist hall. For a moment, he thought he had really reached the end of the road.
But the next moment, a bright sword light split the smoke and dust.
The noise is quiet.
A clear young voice sounded, saying simply, "Let's go."
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