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The best quality celestial essence and marrow has been obtained.
There was no need for Chen Huaian to stay here any longer.
However, when 늀놛 was preparing to retreat, a murderous intent came towards him.
"Fuck, that old bald donkey is crazy!"
Chen Huaian turned his head and saw Monk Faming with red eyes.
Come to think of it.
The top-grade celestial essence is gone, and it seems that a relatively precious disposable magic weapon was used? This would be a pain for anyone, but...
Just vent your anger as you please! ?
In a blink of an eye, Monk Fa Ming had arrived in front of him.
"I see that you have a kind face and are related to me by Buddha. Today, I will settle the cause and effect with you!"
Chen Huaian turned around and ran.
Count your dam, this will cost your life.
Monk 녦 Fa Ming was in the Void Breaking Realm after all, even if it was a weakened version, he was still powerful in front of 놛, who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm. In Chen Huaian's vision, Monk Fa Ming almost teleported in front of 놛, and then blasted out with a palm.
"Your Excellency, would you like to establish a relationship with Buddha?"
"Then die!"
A furious-looking Vajra image appeared behind Monk Fa Ming.
The Buddha's palm grew longer as the wind blew, and when it was pushed in front of Chen Huaian, it was like a door.
Chen Huaian's scalp went numb, and the life-and-death crisis stimulated the crazy secretion of adrenaline. At the moment when the Buddha's palm descended, the first and second volumes of the Heavenly Demon Art were fully activated, and at the same time, the dragon soul possessed his body, revealing his half-dragon body.
"roar--!"
With a roar that could be distinguished as either a dragon's roar or a demon's howl, blood-red demon armor and golden dragon scales covered its body surface, and the golden and bloody light almost wrapped it into a cocoon.
Bang! ! !
The Buddha's palm hit Chen Huaian with a dull sound.
The ground suddenly sank with a roar.
"Cough..." Chen Huaian felt his internal organs shifting and he spurted out blood. The magic armor and dragon scales he had just condensed shattered into pieces.
“Huh?!”
Monk Fa Ming frowned.
놛 looked at his palm in disbelief.
The old man just now used his combined strength to withstand the attack, which was barely acceptable. For example, the opponent has high protection or treasure protection.
But how could a person in the middle stage of Jindan block Wang's palm?
Even if it was just a casual strike with the Buddha's power.
It's strange that he hasn't made a move for a thousand years, how could his cultivation and fighting ability fall to this level?
How do you explain the fact that he was on par with Hua Jinzhen before?
“You still don’t believe it. I, who was in the fusion stage, killed you to death and let you escape. How can I, who is only in the middle stage of the golden elixir, still want to kill you?” Monk Fa Ming had a ferocious face as if he was crazy. Half of the angry Vajra images behind him turned into Rakshasas. The Buddha’s light was mixed with black air, and his aura was even stronger.
"Old bald donkey——" Chen Huaian stood up slowly while holding the black-scale sword, the sharp sword intent surged in his body, and a hoarse roar burst out between the collision of lips and teeth: "You, you'd better kill the Lord today... Otherwise, the Lord will make you wish you were dead!"
Crack, crack, crack——!
The sword energy overflowing from his body cut the surrounding ground into a criss-cross pattern, and even the gravel was crushed into powder.
Monk Fa Ming saw Chen Huaian raise his head.
The moment his eyes met Chen Huaian's, he felt a sharp pain in his eyes and subconsciously closed them.
He was filled with surprise and doubt. How could an immortal in the middle stage of the Golden Core Stage have such a sharp look in his eyes?
늀Like... a divine sword about to be unsheathed.
Such sword intent, such sharpness.
Jue Bu is the sword technique of Kunlun Fairy Palace.
Such terrifying swordsmanship has been seen in all the reincarnations of the past.
The sword is the Tao, just like the Tao of Ascension in Kunlun Palace and the Buddhist Tao in the Great Leiyin Temple.
The formation of Tao requires a long period of accumulation. The Tao of Kunlun Fairy Palace and the Great Leiyin Temple is accumulated through reincarnations.
The sword intent on this young man actually resembles Taoism?
Why? Who is 놛? !
Just as the monk Fa Ming was puzzled,
The sword intent died down and suddenly retracted.
Everything was calm and peaceful, as if everything I had just felt was an illusion.
There was no peerless swordsman in front of him, only a dying young man.
The sudden change in character stunned the monk Fa Ming - how could a person possess both ordinary and master's auras at the same time?
It’s not that Chen Huaian is obscene.
He was already prepared to fight to the death with Monk Fa Ming. No matter how exposed he got, he had to save his life first.
What makes you relax.
It's a sword!
Buzz——!
The sword came from the west, and the sound of the sword followed.
The sword arrived, as fast as the wind.
It was a sword floating in the air current, as thin as an autumn leaf and as bright as a star.
Monk Fa Ming's robes were rustling in the strong wind.
With a crisp sound.
The Buddha's light in 놛's eyes faded, and cracks appeared in the Rakshasa's image.
He turned his head and his pupils suddenly contracted.
He was a swordsman in black wearing a conical hat, standing quietly three meters away, with no fierce murderous aura or overwhelming anger, just looking at me indifferently. Those eyes were as calm as water and as deep as the starry sky.
"What are you doing? Why are you interfering?!" Monk Fa Ming's eyes were cold.
"It's normal that you know the Lord, because the Lord also knows you." The black-clothed swordsman's voice was light and heavy, but it was like the sharpest sword energy in the world that went straight into the eardrum, "But the Lord likes monks, and all monks in the world should die!"
Chen Huaian struggled to move away, leaning against the ruins and kneeling cross-legged to heal his wounds.
The one who came was Zhang Yibai in disguise, and it was Zhang Yibai who just warned him to be exposed.
Now he is exposed, and Zhang Yibai takes action, and the risk of exposure is transferred to Zhang Yibai.
But according to Zhang Yibai, it is more certain to minimize the risk with actual practice.
Monk Fa Ming was silent, and suddenly he made a move, with Buddha's light in his palm like a tide, rushing towards the black-clad swordsman.
The black-clad swordsman simply raised his hand slightly.
The sword lying on the ground a few feet away can be grabbed by hand without any need to attract it.
One sword.
Just one sword.
It seemed that only the trace of this sword remained between heaven and earth.
There are no fancy moves, no complicated changes, just a simple sword forward.
Monk Fa Ming's palm stopped in mid-air, and a bloody mark appeared on the palm.
"놊, 놊녦땣!" Monk Fa Ming's eyes were bloodshot.
The second sword.
It is still a simple sword, but it contains the mystery of the yin and yang of all things in the world.
The angry Vajra and Rakshasa Dharmadhatu behind Monk Fa Ming collapsed at the same time and disappeared like bubbles.
"Shi 덿, please show mercy!" Fa Ming retreated while making the Buddha seal.
The third sword.
The sword tip has not yet arrived, but the sword intent has already arrived.
The monk's robes on Monk Fa Ming's chest burst, leaving a deep wound that penetrated the bone from his left shoulder to his right waist, and blood was gushing out.
"Ah——" the monk cried out in pain and staggered back.
He looked at the swordsman in front of him in horror, his eyes full of surprise. When did such a swordsmanship master appear in this world? His Void Breaking Realm cultivation, which he was so proud of, was as vulnerable as a child in front of the other party.
Obviously, 놛 and Hua Jinzhen are the strongest in the world now...
Oh, right, sword cultivator.
Mysterious swordsman!
The mysterious group that Hua Jinzhen mentioned!
"Who are you?" Fa Ming's face was pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"The Grand Elder of Jiange." Zhang Yibai said calmly.
It turns out to be from Jiange!
Monk Fa Ming had no intention of continuing the fight, and he suddenly took out a magic weapon in the shape of a wooden fish, crushed it, and turned it into a ball of golden light that wrapped himself.
"I'm leaving!" The monk's voice came from the golden light, his tone full of panic.
A golden light flashed, and Monk Fa Ming disappeared.
"Run?!" Zhang Yibai snorted coldly and slashed with a sword in the direction where the golden light disappeared.
The sword flashed in an instant, and in the distant void suddenly, the monk Fa Ming's scream was heard, and blood splattered in the air.
Zhang Yibai's face changed slightly, thinking that his cultivation level had dropped too much.
Now he has only reached the great perfection of the combined body. Even if Monk Faming Dongxu burns his soul, he will be killed by a sword.
Just as he was about to give chase, he suddenly felt an unusual movement in the nearby formation.
The Hua Jin Zhen Sutra in the formation has ended and is about to come out.
놛 subconsciously looked at Chen Huaian, and Chen Huaian shook his head at Zhang Yibai.
If monk Fa Ming is killed, monk Fa Hui and monk Fa Mian will also appear. Moreover, under the manipulation of the mastermind behind the scenes, these monks with the word "Fa" in their names will only become more cunning and more and more difficult to deal with. Monk Fa Ming is a relatively easy character to handle.
Rather than killing it, it is better to let it go.
The moment Zhang Yibai and Chen Huaian's eyes met, he understood what Chen Huaian meant.
The formation beside them disappeared, and the figures of Hua Jinzhen and Wang Shouyi appeared, and their eyes also looked over.
"Why did you save me, senior? Do you know me?" Chen Huaian cooperated and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhang Yibai sheathed his sword and turned his back to Chen Huaian, "You are just an ant, how could you recognize me?"
He snorted coldly, his voice like the north wind in the cold winter.
"Today is just a dispute between my Sword Pavilion and the Buddhist sect."
Chen Huaian was stunned and wanted to say something.
Zhang Yibai flicked his sleeves, stepped on his sword, and fled away in a flash of sword light.
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