The west wind blows leaves all over the lake, and I feel so relieved to change into autumn clothes for the first time. On the sycamore tree on the island in the center of the lake, the autumn wind passes, and a golden leaf sways and falls...
The leaves fall and the sword comes.
Chunjun is unsheathed, and the sword's power is Qianjun.
At this time, Qianjun is the heaviest sword in the world. The sword energy lingers and turns into a giant sword several feet long. It is like thousands of unrivaled heavy armored cavalry, crushing everything in front of it...
The great monk did not hide, and there was no need to hide. The great monk Fa Xian was attacked by a huge force. The Fudo Dharma Arhat suddenly clasped his hands together with his pale golden palms. The Qian Jun advanced in an inch, and at the same time, several cracks appeared on the sword body composed of sword energy...
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Boom! The ground beneath Li Taiping's feet exploded, as fast as an arrow, and a blurry figure that was difficult to catch with the naked eye rushed towards the golden body of Arhat.
The deafening sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly sounded, and an iron fist was seen violently hitting the hilt of Chunjun's sword. The sword energy was seen frantically cutting the palms of the law, making a harsh metal cutting sound, and was struck by the Arhat's golden body.
Chunjun, caught between his palms, suddenly lunged forward a foot.
Li Taiping's punch not only gave Chunjun new kinetic energy, but also injected more true energy to repair the cracks in the sword's energy. With the force of the backlash from the sword, Li Taiping turned over and jumped into the air with his right arm.
The muscles tremble rapidly, releasing strength while relieving numbness.
The ground exploded again, still with terrifying speed and terrifying power. This time, he used his left fist to hit Chunjun hard, another one foot away, no more, no less. The roar again and again, the heavy blow again and again, as if
A big hammer is hammering nails into the board bit by bit.
Looking at every explosion in front of me and listening to every explosion, it seems that the big hammer is not hitting the great monk, but hitting the heart of every warrior present, shocking everyone. This kind of battle
The method is so simple, direct, and crude, and it is even refreshing to see that the battle can be so unreasonable.
Cui Mingdao wanted to take out his paintbrush and record the perfect violent aesthetics in front of him, but he couldn't look away because he couldn't bear to miss any detail.
The great monk felt very uncomfortable. He had a feeling that he had no power but no way to release it. The young man's fighting intuition was astonishingly terrifying. His speed, strength, energy, and movement distance were all astonishingly consistent. There was no deviation at all. He had already controlled the rhythm of the battle.
Controlled to the extreme.
But even so, the young man could not break through the defense of the Arhat's golden body. If he could not break the golden body, he would not be able to harm the main body. After all, the young man was only a ninth-grade man, not a master, and he would eventually run out of power. It can be said that from the beginning,
The great monk became invincible.
The sword body formed by the sword energy became smaller and smaller in the palms of Arhat's hands, and finally was completely annihilated one foot away from the great monk's body. Chunjun fell weakly, and Li Taiping was breathing heavily, hanging down.
Both fists are dripping with blood...
"You are indeed strong, but it is not enough!" The great monk shook his head and sighed, and at the same time, he slapped the golden Arhat with his palm.
The war of words was done before the fight started. Now that the fight has started, there is no point in talking nonsense. Li Taiping answered the great monk with a proud and iron fist. There is no dodge, only attack, a crazy and desperate attack, even if the opponent is attacked.
Li Taiping is like a kite with broken strings, but he still gets up again. He flies up, gets up, punches, flies up again, gets up again, punches again, and starts over and over again...
Li Taiping got up again, his body was hunched over with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, his hands showing the bones were trembling and he wanted to clench into fists. The next moment, Li Taiping once again pounced on the motionless, indestructible and invincible Arhat's golden body, with nothing but perseverance in his eyes.
There is nothing else. If you can't use your fists, then you can use your feet, legs, body, or even teeth to bite off a piece of Arhat's flesh, risk your life, and fight to the death in a bloody battle...
Nangong Shou, who had always been as calm as a mountain, was no longer calm. His breath rose like a rainbow to the sky, and the long sword trembled crazily in an attempt to break free from the shackles of the scabbard...
Mu Pinshan cried silently, his clothes wet with tears, and the hand holding the sword tightened and turned white...
Li Xia frowned and occasionally sighed softly, but did not speak to stop it...
The second master of the Wang family smiled, his smile was deformed, his smile was cruel...
Some of the warriors in the Chang Chunting shook their heads and sighed, some turned their heads away and couldn't bear to look anymore, and some were full of blood and excitement...
Such a brutal battle stimulated everyone's nerves, but there was one exception, a man who even breathed as smoothly as usual, a man who had no expression, a man who held the sword as steady as a mountain...
In Jian Xilai's eyes, there was only the golden body of Arhat, which could no longer accommodate anything else. It was like a lifeless statue, but his sword seemed to have life, greedily absorbing the man's energy and spirit, absorbing him
of everything including life.
Li Taiping was using his life to help him fight for the best time to enter the battlefield, so Jian Xilai would not allow himself to make any mistakes, even if Li Taiping died in front of him. Because he knew that Li Taiping did not want to lose, even if both of them died for it.
, and cannot lose to the great monk from far away.
The battle continues, the blood is burning, and the small island in the middle of the lake is beyond recognition under the fierce battle...
The great monk wanted to kill the stalking Li Taiping in front of him, but the boy who looked like he would fall down at any time would struggle to get up again. The great monk was a little annoyed, and saw that the great monk’s body had never moved.
He took a step forward and chased Li Taiping, who was flying backwards, and punched him...
Li Taiping, who was in the pit with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, smiled. This smile affected his damaged internal organs, and another mouthful of blood spurted out. He raised his right arm and found that it was broken. He had to wipe the blood with his left arm, but it was all over his face.
They are all very scary.
The great monk looked down at Li Taiping: "You are about to die, what are you laughing at?"
"Master, have you forgotten something?" Li Taiping smiled even happier.
A long rainbow rose from the west of the island in the middle of the lake, piercing the world with a brilliance that made people unable to open their eyes. A sword came from the west...
This sword not only devoted Jian Xilai's lifelong cultivation, but also contained Jian Xilai's life force. It was an indomitable sword, a desperate sword. When the sword was struck, the highly compressed sword energy gathered at one point, and the sword turned
The Arhat's golden body came over and saw that the indestructible Arhat's golden body was pierced and exploded like a steam drum...
The sword flew backwards at a faster speed than when it came in. A mouthful of blood spurted out in mid-air, and then it fell into the lake without knowing where it was.
The great monk stared blankly at the sword Xi Lai flying out, "How is it possible! Why? My Arhat's golden body was actually broken by a ninth-grade warrior!"
In the pit, Li Taiping struggled to move his body, barely supporting himself with his left arm and leaning on the edge of the pit, grinning and looking at the monk: "I still have a sword, I wonder if the monk can catch it?"
Li Taiping waved his left arm and shouted: "Qingxuan, sword power - Lei Yin."
Bolts from the blue, rolling thunder, piercing the clouds and cracking rocks...
This sudden thunder was like a sound in the heart, turning people into clay and wood sculptures. The golden body of the great monk Arhat was broken and his mind was traumatized. After being absorbed by the thunder, he was temporarily sluggish. In a duel between masters, the outcome can be determined in an instant.
A flash of light penetrated the great monk in the blink of an eye, leaving a transparent hole as big as a fist in the great monk's chest...
"You can't move, Arhat, in your cultivation, so you shouldn't move. If the Buddha's mind is disturbed, it will become unstable. How can an Arhat with an unstable Buddha's mind block a sword coming from the west..." Li Taiping's voice became softer as he spoke.
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The great monk lowered his head and said the Buddha's name, then fell down and faced the west...