At the same time as the sword was slashed out, Li Xiuyuan, who looked slightly stern, turned into a wisp of smoke and rushed forward without hesitation!

At this time, the demon-slaying sword struck by the fat monk was already on the road. It had already pierced through thousands of Buddha's lights and reached a place three feet in front of him.

Looking at the tragic scene unfolding in the square, the thin monk sitting on the Buddhist altar turned pale and couldn't help clenching his fists.

Seeing Li Xiuyuan slashing with his sword, he didn't even try to avoid it, but rushed towards his opponent.

He knew that even if his junior brother won this battle, he would probably be scarred all over.

This is an injury-for-injury, desperate fight, crazy!

The rusty iron sword roared from the center of the square.

It is no longer as gentle as the spring breeze in March like the previous sword, but in an instant it turns into drizzle in autumn nights and snow in winter!

The fat monk looked at Li Xiuyuan who was rushing towards him, his expression cold and indifferent.

He didn't even look back at his senior brother who was worried about him on the Buddhist altar. He only had eyes for the enemy in front of him!

In the view of the thin monk, his junior brother is undoubtedly the most powerful and proudest monk among the generation of monks in Honglian Temple.

Once the sword is drawn, the result must be asked.

The monk sitting on the Buddhist altar then began to recite sutras. As the sutras were recited, the golden light accumulated in the pagoda gradually became stronger.

Finally, the Buddha's light, which was so thick that it could not be dissolved, tightly wrapped the fat monk.

Since he couldn't stop his junior brother from fighting his opponent, the thin monk had no choice but to sacrifice ten thousand Buddha lights and turn them into a pure Buddhist wind to protect the fat monk.

And Li Xiuyuan's rusty sword, which traveled through ten thousand rays of Buddha's light, was like a mud cow entering the sea, or like a sword entering a mire, carrying the force of wind and thunder, it continued to stab the fat monk!

It's just that the speed is much slower than before.

Under the silent gaze of the three people, the Demon-Conquering Sword and the Rusty Sword finally had a real collision within the ten thousand rays of Buddha's light.

Golden light splashes and electric light shines!

The fat monk's swordsmanship has now clearly understood the Buddhist principle of invulnerability to all evils, and he is only one chance away from entering the legendary realm!

Even so, Li Xiuyuan still did not stop.

Without entering the holy realm, he will not have his own rules, nor can he borrow power from the heaven and earth in the pagoda.

But the Samsara Sword in his hand represents the purest rule in the world.

So much so that the rules of the Samsara Sword have even been integrated into Li Xiuyuan's flesh and bone marrow in a sense.

Once the rusty sword is in hand, he becomes the rule and order of this world.

As a result, the thin monk, who was sitting on the Buddha's back and chanting sutras incessantly, saw the most terrifying scene in his life, a scene that he could not erase until he entered reincarnation.

I saw the demon-conquering sword in the fat monk's hand, carrying thousands of Buddha's lights, and with supreme courage, the moment Li Xiuyuan flew over.

"Click!" a sound sounded.

The Demon-Conquering Sword passed through Li Xiuyuan's chest, forcing Li Xiuyuan to stop while running.

Ordinarily, the fat monk was also running, rushing towards Li Xiuyuan with huge power. After his demon-conquering sword pierced the enemy's chest, there was still a huge inertia...

However, the two of them stuck together tightly.

Li Xiuyuan did not take a step back, and the fat monk also failed to move forward!

Until a black flower bloomed coquettishly behind the fat monk, until a long rusty sword slowly stabbed out from the fat monk's back.

Even the ten thousand rays of Buddha's light are like an invisible quagmire, like the bottomless sea, and are finally pierced by a rusty sword.

Even though this sword seemed so slow, it was unreasonably slow.

There was no sadness or joy on the fat monk's face. He just looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked, "Are you already immortal? How is it possible? Where did the immortality come from in this world?"

In his understanding, even his senior brother, who had already seen the hope of ascension, could not grasp the legendary immortality.

The fat monk spoke very softly, so softly that even Li Xiuyuan couldn't hear clearly unless he listened carefully.

Not to mention the thin monk who was still chanting sutras on the high altar.

Slowly, inch by inch, Li Xiuyuan pulled out the Samsara Sword from the fat monk's chest.

As the rusty sword left, Fatty Monk's demon-conquering sword also left Li Xiuyuan's chest inch by inch...

Watching this scene, the thin monk suddenly felt that his scalp was going to explode.

A black spring had splashed out from the junior brother's back, but Li Xiuyuan's chest had not even a trace of blood stains on his chest after the Demon-Conquering Sword was separated from his body, let alone the red flower he was expecting to bloom.

Quietly, Li Xiuyuan looked at the fat monk in front of him and replied one by one: "Because I am a Buddha and you are a devil!"

After saying that, he cut the snow with his sword, and the fat monk's head flew up into the air, with a final expression of unwillingness.

A thick black mist filled the pagoda.

The fat monk shouted loudly in the air: "Ah ah ah, I will wait for you on the last floor, don't get too proud too early!"

"You're too long-winded!"

Li Xiuyuan slashed with his sword towards the black mist that was gradually gathering in the space. The unwilling black mist once again let out a shrill cry and disappeared before Li Xiuyuan's eyes.

The thin monk who was still chanting sutras on the monk's platform had his lips a little white and looked a little dry from the hurried chanting. When the black mist in the wind disappeared, he couldn't help but roared.

Seeing a group of junior disciples disappear in front of his eyes, no matter how high his concentration is and how profound the Dharma is, there will be a moment when he can't help it.

In this pagoda, a group of monks have subdued countless demons and monsters from the world. This situation has never happened before.

From this, we can imagine what the scene where Li Xiuyuan survived being struck by his junior brother's sword meant to him.

His lips moved slightly, but his eyes were not looking at Li Xiuyuan in front of him.

But the voices of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas carved on the dome of the pagoda are getting faster and louder.

"With the power of my supreme vow, I invite all Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to appear and slay the demons!"

After speaking, a stream of essence and blood sprayed from his mouth on the Buddhist sword in his hand, and then under Li Xiuyuan's gaze, a red flower gradually flew out from the Buddhist altar.

Flying higher and higher, flying bigger and bigger, and finally filling the dome of the entire pagoda!

There was deathly silence in the pagoda, except that Li Xiuyuan could hear his own heartbeat.

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the dome were instantly dyed red by the red flowers, and all of them turned into red faces.

While Li Xiuyuan was stunned, these bright red blood stains slowly seeped into the Buddha statues on the dome, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas seemed to really hear the thin monk's call.

The face of the Buddha statue carved from gold and stone suddenly became vivid, and the Bodhisattvas also showed compassion.

Then the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who woke up instantly on the dome reflected ten thousand rays of Buddha's light, heading towards the monks on the Buddha platform, and slowly falling from the mid-air towards Li Xiuyuan.

Buddha's light appeared on the body of the thin monk.

The thin monk's eyes fell on the sword in his hand.

As a result, the space inside the pagoda began to vibrate violently, and thousands of rays of Buddha's light were like a torrent of rivers and mountains, one level higher than the other, surging towards Li Xiuyuan.

The Buddha's light was about to fall on Li Xiuyuan, but was driven away by the Buddhist scriptures he recited.

He said: "It's like walking on mud, burdened by a heavy stone, gradually becoming more and more trapped, and the steps are deep... You must avoid evil paths and never experience them again."

There was a "Boom!" sound all around him, and invisible divine fire burned instantly.

Any falling Buddha's light is like a moth flying into a flame, disappearing into ashes in the blink of an eye.

The sword pointed at the Buddhas on the dome of the pagoda and said coldly: "You are blind, go back!"

"Buzz!" sounded, and the entire pagoda shook slightly, and the ten thousand Buddha lights falling from the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas slowly disappeared in an instant.

Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the Buddhist altar where the thin monk was sitting, and then they exploded amidst Li Xiuyuan’s scolding!

Follow your words!

Buddhas are silent!

On the Buddhist platform, the thin monk's robes were flying backwards, the spiritual sword in his hand was trembling, and he was on the verge of going berserk.

However, even Li Xiuyuan could not imagine that the thin monk on the Buddhist altar did not want to fight him head-on, and then he did something that even if he killed Li Xiuyuan, he would not understand.

All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the pagoda had abandoned him, and Li Xiuyuan shouted back.

He knew that the seemingly powerless guy in front of him was still the most powerful enemy in his life.

So he sprayed another mouthful of blood on the spiritual sword, and he was not afraid that Li Xiuyuan would turn into a bolt of lightning and strike directly at the Buddhist altar.

He turned the spiritual sword in his hand into a spiritual arrow, using his body as the bow and his own blood as the string.

Between the lightning and stone fire, the spiritual arrow turned into a stream of light and pierced straight towards him.

This is his spiritual sword, his spiritual arrow, and the bet of his life!

When an arrow is shot, it is equivalent to opening the entire front of oneself and giving it to the opponent standing with a sword without reservation.

He is the proudest and most powerful protector monk in Honglian Temple. In order to kill the enemy, he did not hesitate to give everything he had to the cold-faced Li Xiuyuan in front of him.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the spiritual arrow that had become lightning, and felt all the changes in the pagoda after the spiritual arrow was shot, and his expression was stern.

He murmured: "It turns out you can still shoot swords (arrows) like this!"

Using his body as a bow to shoot a fatal arrow, the thin monk had already put his life and death at risk!
To be continued...