The cherry blossoms are flying, blooming, all over the sky and the earth, extremely gorgeous. Among the flying cherry blossoms, Li Chong's figure slowly appears, stepping on the void, surrounded by cherry blossoms, like an immortal banished to earth, a god coming to the world, with his body
The powerful momentum poured out like a storm, continuous and vast as the sea. After resisting the old monk's momentum, the pressure on the swordsman in the sky was suddenly relieved.
The old monk with a solemn treasure in the Buddha's light looked at Li Chong who came from the void, with a solemn look on his face, secretly on guard. Li Chong possesses the cultivation of Daluo Jinxian, and his hands are extremely beautiful. He has easily rescued countless swordsmen, and also used them smoothly.
Killed the demon and forced the old monk to pay attention.
Looking at Li Chong's figure as tall and tall as a mountain, Taiyi Sword Immortal, whose sword aura is soaring deep in the Shu Mountain, gradually appeared. He had white hair and white clothes, holding a seven-star sword, and said to Li Chong with a sword salute from a distance.
"Jing Ke, the leader of Shushan Mountain, thanked his predecessors for their help."
Li Chong, who was standing with his hands behind his hands, moved slightly when he heard the name. He couldn't help but look at the head of Shushan, then gently shook his hand and said.
"You're welcome, Master. I am a good friend of Yan Chixia. I will leave this person to you."
"Then thank you, senior!"
Speaking of this, Jing Ke looked at the shocking thunderstorm deep in the Shu Mountain, with a trace of solemnity and expectation in his eyes. With a roar, he turned around and merged into the huge sword formation. He pushed the sword formation to the extreme and killed countless demons.
"Amitabha, why does the donor need to interfere in this matter? I still advise the donor not to mess with the cause and effect. Otherwise, you will regret it if you die."
The old monk lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, speaking calmly to Li Chong, but the threat in his words was clear.
"Old monk, retreat. No matter what happens today, you will not succeed."
Li Chong said coldly, pushing his whole body's aura to the extreme. Facing the masters of the second level of Da Luo, Li Chong did not dare to slack off at all. Above Da Luo realm, the first level is the difference between heaven and earth, and it is not even
I know what tricks this old monk has.
"It seems that the donor is possessed by a demon. Let me read a scripture for the donor to help him wake up!"
The old monk suddenly chanted sutras in a low voice. The sutras were low and deep, but as he chanted them, they became louder and louder. Gradually they became bursts of Sanskrit sounds, resounding throughout the world and echoing continuously. It was like the Buddha's kingdom came to the world, and thousands of Buddha's disciples were here.
Singing sounds sacred and solemn.
When Li Chong was confused, the bursts of Sanskrit sounds suddenly turned into strange energy, constantly bewitching his mind, making him convert to my Buddha, eroding his mind, refining Li Chong's will, and becoming a puppet-like existence.
The moment he felt this kind of power, Li Chong's expression suddenly condensed, and his martial arts fists soared into the sky. His energy was as thick as the mountains and like the roaring sea, easily dispersing the strange power transformed into bursts of Sanskrit sounds.
When the power was dispersed, Li Chong looked at the old monk with some shock in his eyes. Looking around, many swordsmen were also affected by the Sanskrit sound, and their expressions gradually became dull. Even the fighting swordsmen's expressions changed.
He resisted, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
Seeing this situation, Li Chong understood why those demons were so crazy. He felt contempt for these monks in his heart, and actually used this method to kill people with borrowed swords.
Looking at the old monk with a solemn expression and chanting sutras continuously, Li Chong felt a cold murderous intention in his heart. This old monk actually wanted to save himself. He was simply seeking death.
His lips suddenly opened, his chest and lungs bulged obviously, a flash of lightning flashed across his eyebrows, and he spit out his mouth.
"Roar!"
A huge sound wave was emitted from the mouth, mixed with the thunderous sound, forming a sound wave that was like a real sound wave and violently spit out. Suddenly, thunder exploded in the sky and the earth, covering all sounds, like the thunder of a drum in the sky, shocking everything in the world.
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Thunderous roar, this is the martial arts roar formed by Li Chong using thunder, which shook the old monk's Sanskrit chant away. As soon as the sound of thunder came out, the bewitching sacred Buddha's voice suddenly dissipated. The swordsmen who were addicted to the bewitchment woke up.
, the fighting spirit was even higher under the vibration of thunder.
The old monk who was originally chanting sutras in a low voice suddenly changed his expression when he heard the thunderous roar. His slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and bursts of horror and disbelief broke out, and he murmured in his mouth.
"Big Thunder Sound!?"
Looking at Li Chong, there was a trace of shock and doubt in his eyes. The Buddha preached the sermon and recited it with the sound of thunder, which spread throughout the world. It was shocking and enlightening. How could this unknown monk have the sound of thunder? Is it possible that he is destined to be the Buddha?
Thinking of this, he said loudly.
"Lao Na admires the benefactor's great practice. I would like to ask if the benefactor's surname is related to my Buddha.
Li Chong's expression changed after hearing the old monk's words. The old monk seemed to be frightened by his thunder sound just like the three great monks of Tantric Buddhism. However, the old monk's skill was extremely strong and he could not be reckless and could resort to tricks.
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Thinking of this, Li Chong raised his hand slightly, called back the cherry blossoms in the sky, turned it into a Zanpakutō, and said lightly.
"You hide your head and show your tail. Why do you need to know that you are below? This method is for a different person to accept and has nothing to do with you, the Buddha. Don't have any random relationships."
Hearing Li Chong's words, the old monk was not angry but felt warm in his heart. Stranger? Could it be that the Buddha secretly taught the Dharma? If he is really someone who is destined to me, the Buddha, he should tell what happened here, and maybe a big war can be avoided.
, and he was afraid of disaster if he hurt the person who taught the Buddha the Dharma, so he asked immediately.
"May I ask the donor if you can describe the identity of the stranger?"
Hearing the old monk's words, Li Chong felt happy. He had been waiting for your words. Facing this master, it was naturally better to play it safe and said with a pretended doubtful expression.
"I don't know either. There is a method taught by him. Let the old monk see it so that you can stop your random thoughts."
Having said this, Li Chong raised his Zanpakutō slightly and said calmly.
"Break it into pieces, Mirror Flowers and Water Moon!"
Suddenly, a burst of water mist formed a psychedelic shape, wrapping Li Chong in it.
The old monk stared at Li Chong's moves motionlessly. After seeing it, he looked a little disappointed. Then he restored his solemn demeanor and said lightly.
"It seems that the old monk has misunderstood. The benefactor should be destined to my monk, but today's matter, the old monk has to stop it. If the benefactor retreats, I will sweep the bed to welcome him in the future. If the benefactor persists in his obsession, I will have to defend the way and eliminate the devil.
Already."
The old monk's faint words were full of domineering and murderous intent. After hearing this, Li Chong's face darkened and he snorted coldly.
"Today, the master has thoughts of killing. I have no choice but to stop the master from breaking the precepts and defending Buddhism."
After saying this, Li Chong stepped forward, his whole body's momentum surged, and he shouted loudly with high fighting spirit.
"Hercules Demonic Fist!"
Swinging his fist straight up, the huge punch was as powerful as a bamboo. Wherever the wind of the fist passed, the air was instantly squeezed out, forming countless vacuums.
Strike first to gain the upper hand. When facing the enemy, Li Chong would not behave like a gentleman. Fighting is about fighting one side, and the rest is all nonsense.
When the solemn-looking old monk saw this punch, his indifferent expression suddenly tightened, he clasped his hands together, burst out immeasurable golden light, and quickly pushed forward, forming a huge Buddha palm in the air, with golden light lingering in the palm, mixed with countless Sanskrit sounds, whistling.
go.
"boom."
Two huge fists met in the air, erupting with a huge roar. With a punch thrown out, Li Chong moved again, not giving the old monk a chance to relax, and shouted loudly.
"Emperor Divine Fist, Double Dragon Play!" The fists were waved out, forming two huge whirlpools in the air. In the whirlpool, two huge divine dragons opened their teeth and claws and charged towards the old monk. They violently strangled the old monk one by one.
"Prajna Palm!"
Looking at the two dragons with arrogant expressions, the old monk murmured, and automatically turned his body upward with one palm, then pressed down with the other. With a roar, he smashed Li Chong's fist into pieces.
"snort."
After two moves failed, Li Chong suddenly became furious. He let out a long roar and walked quickly, swaying from side to side. Countless shadows appeared in the sky. It was like countless Li Chongs were surrounding the old monk in the sky, attacking every vital part of the old monk with his moves.
The powerful fist transforms into a shape, dragons surround it, and beasts rush towards it, which is extremely terrifying.
There were countless sounds of the air being blown up from all around, like countless muffled thunders and roars. A huge vacuum was formed, and the golden light of the old monk's protective body also flashed and scurried around, covered by countless fist shadows.
This kind of reckless and brutal attack made the monks fighting fiercely around them look dumbfounded, with faces full of horror and disbelief. There was no skill, no magic, only violent power, suppression, and the power to hit everything, making countless swordsmen's blood boil and fight.
High-spirited.
"Ouch!!"
After a long whistle, Li Chong retreated sharply, looking at the old monk wrapped in a ball of golden light in the distance with a helpless expression. They were only one level different in level, but their strength was completely different. He was furious.
Such an attack only dimmed the golden light of the old monk's protective body, but it could not damage its roots.
Seeing Li Chong retreating, the old monk's expression also changed. He was overwhelmed by Li Chong's random attacks just now. If it weren't for his strength being one level higher than him and the golden light that protects his body, he would have been beaten to death by now.
Looking at Li Chong, he was immediately filled with fear. There was such a brave person in this world.