Chapter 345: Summoning the Demon Sword and Fighting Vajra's Glaring Eyes
Monk Wuxiang's Taoism is not very strong. If he had stronger Taoism, he would have the compassion of Buddhism like that of Dajialan Temple.
But monk Wuxiang didn't.
What he practices is the Buddhist outer sect's Vajra Angry Eyes method, which does not cultivate the mind but only the body.
An indestructible body has reached a stage that can be compared with spiritual weapons.
What is the concept of spiritual weapon?
Xuanling magic weapon. The weapons used by ordinary people are mortal weapons and cannot allow practitioners to perform Taoist magic. However, when the Xuanling weapon is forged, it is infused with Taoist magic circles, which can assist practitioners in attacking and displaying some fierce methods.
The spiritual weapon is even more powerful, with many spells and scriptures sealed on it, which can even increase the practitioner's power.
Monk Wuxiang, who can cultivate his body to the level of a spiritual weapon, has surpassed most practitioners of the same realm.
When practitioners fight with others, it is nothing more than weapons and cultivation.
Weapons can be seen at a glance, but cultivation is different. Combat experience, Taoism, Taoism, and conspiracy can all be regarded as one type of cultivation.
Especially in Taoism, everyone is using magic, but you are attacking with a pair of fists. If someone is really at fault and cannot guard against it, they will also attack you.
There was a trace of doubt and solemnity in Su Zhao's eyes.
He rarely meets a practitioner who cultivates his body, and such a practitioner is also a monk.
"Monk Wuxiang will definitely defeat him and get my treasure from him!" Lin Wuce floated far away. The moment Su Zhao and Monk Wuxiang fought, Lin Wuce had already fled to the end of the street, ready at any time.
Leave the city and escape to other places.
Monk Wuxiang heard Lin Wuce's voice coming from far away. He suddenly looked back and found that Lin Wuce had already hid in the distance. Monk Wuxiang's forehead was shaking. He said in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist Lin,
Why did you run so far? The poor monk is in the Condensing Pill Realm. Are you worried that a practitioner in the Condensing Pill Realm is no match for a practitioner in the Dao Basic Realm?"
"Brother Dao, this man's cultivation is weird. I'm a little afraid of him, and I don't want to let myself become a bargaining chip for him to blackmail you. I'm hiding far away so as not to delay your fight!" Lin Wuce's voice came from the corner of the street.
Come.
Monk Wuxiang felt depressed for a while. This Lin Wuce was really too timid. No wonder he could be robbed of the inheritance of the golden elixir realm by this boy in black clothes.
Clenching his fist, Monk Wuxiang punched down, and his body suddenly flashed, and he ran in front of Su Zhao from the street entrance three feet away.
"The poor monk is often lazy in his cultivation. The master said that the poor monk is not suitable for practicing Taoism. He taught the poor monk a method of horizontal training called Vajra War. The poor monk has few opponents in the same realm as the East China Sea. As long as he is in the poor monk
Practitioners within three feet of the monk are all taught by the poor monk's fist and understand what the truth of Buddhism is. This time, the poor monk is going to let you know how powerful the poor monk is!"
There was a golden light shining on Monk Wuxiang's fist. Although he was very evil in his heart, he was practicing serious Buddhist methods.
However, this is not the Buddhist method of compassion, but the Buddhist method of fighting with angry eyes.
I don't know how I can practice Buddhism. The battle of Vajra's Angry Eyes, although it is connected with Buddhism, is just a Taoist technique to protect Buddhism.
After being used by monk Wuxiang, people felt the majestic power above.
As he swung his fist, the wind roared like a strong wind sweeping down fallen leaves, and landed in front of Su Zhao.
There was a solemn look in Su Zhao's eyes. He gathered all his strength, shook his hands into a fist, and punched him without any fear.
"Bang!"
There seemed to be a muffled thunder-like sound in the street, which shocked the people around them and quickly pushed away, looking at the two fighting practitioners in horror.
Su Zhao took three steps back, and Monk Wuxiang took two steps back. When he was about to take the third step, he suddenly closed his legs.
Su Zhao looked at him with a smile and couldn't help but said: "Your fighting method is very strange, but what I want to tell you is that my fighting method is even more powerful!"
Monk Wuxiang looked at Su Zhao in surprise. He really couldn't figure out why Su Zhao, a practitioner in the Taoist realm, could withstand 90% of his power, and this person still resisted with his physical body.
"It doesn't matter, after all your tactics, my tactics are Buddhist magical powers. The so-called magical powers are Taoist arts that you can never understand. This Taoist magic has far surpassed ordinary Taoist arts. It
It’s a magical power in Taoism!”
Monk Wuxiang quickly charged towards Su Zhao again, the power of his punch could even shock the opponent's mind.
This kind of power is not an ordinary power, but the powerful oppressive power of Monk Wuxiang. He uses his power to stimulate his mind, and then attacks him unprepared and injures the opponent unexpectedly.
Such magical power can instantly defeat all the opponent's spellcasting methods.
Any Taoist technique, in the Dao-based realm, requires a guidance process for casting. In the Dan-condensing realm, this process is infinitely reduced. Sometimes when practitioners attack, they are accustomed to the previous practice and always use Taoist techniques.
Only after the attack has been carried out can you read out your own attack methods.
If you want to defeat the enemy, there is only one way, which is to use extremely terrifying power. This power is called crushing.
Normally, when Monk Wuxiang fights against others, he always crushes his opponents. But today, Monk Wuxiang met a real opponent. His Taoism is powerful and his body is even stronger.
boom.
Monk Wuxiang and Su Zhao exchanged punches and hit each other on the chest. Su Zhao felt as if he had been hit on a steel plate, which made his arm numb.
On Su Zhao's fist, the pale golden Dao text was also slowly flowing, helping Su Zhao resist the powerful force.
There was a feeling of tightness in the chest, and Monk Wuxiang's fist was not to be taken lightly. It hit Su Zhao, almost interrupting the circulation of Su Zhao's spiritual power.
What a domineering fist!
This was the first time Su Zhao had encountered such a situation since he started practicing fighting. In the past, even if he encountered a practitioner with a strong level of cultivation, that person could easily kill the enemy with just a wave of his hand.
Su Zhao didn't see much insight, but this time he faced Monk Wuxiang head-on, and Su Zhao felt great pressure.
Monk Wuxiang also felt that he had hit a copper wall and an iron wall, his arms were trembling. For the first time, his Vajra Body Refining Method had an accident, and he did not kill the opponent with one punch.
Monk Wuxiang's fist had broken through Su Zhao's protective spiritual power and hit Su Zhao's body, but it still did not cause much damage to Su Zhao.
Lin Wuce looked at him from a distance, with panic in his eyes, and shouted repeatedly: "Impossible, when did this kid become so strong, is he still him?
Being able to beat the great monk Wuxiang back again and again, this kid seems to have achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, but why is he still in the seventh realm of Daoji? What a monster, no, I have to leave. I will meet this kid in the future.
, before I reach the realm of Condensing Core, even if I am in the realm of one soul, I am no match for him. It seems that I cannot provoke this kid until I reach the realm of two souls."
Lin Wuce quietly hid in a nearby teahouse and disappeared on the street.
No one paid attention to his disappearance, and some cultivators watching the excitement had already noticed Su Zhao and Monk Wu Xiang.
"Who is that young man in black? I see that he is only at the seventh level of Daoji. Why can he fight back and forth with this bald man in the Condensing Core level, and even talk with a smile?"
"Sure enough, as soon as the Demon King Pill came out, all kinds of people emerged from the hidden world, and the rare tranquility on the coast of the East China Sea was broken. However, the coast of the East China Sea was not very peaceful in the first place, so I continued to watch the show.
Bar."
"He is really a young hero. The Daoji realm can actually compete with the Ningdan realm. I don't think he has used his full strength yet!"
"This man is dressed in black, has a handsome face, and is very powerful. He is not an ordinary person at first glance. If we want to fight against such a person, it seems that we have a lot to do!"
"Why do you have to fight against such a person? Do you think that if you defeat him, you can snatch the treasure of Demon King Pill from other practitioners in the Dan Condensation Realm? Don't dream, that is an old man in red robe. There are at least 100 people who are chasing him.
He is at the peak of the Dan Condensation Realm, what good things are he thinking of?"
"This man's boxing skills are fierce and he has no fighting skills. He only relies on brute force to strike, but there seems to be a compassionate power in his fists. Why does it make me feel familiar?" After Monk Wuxiang exchanged punches with Su Zhao,
There was a sharp pain in my chest, and I quickly took ten steps back, staring at Su Zhao with my eyes.
"I just learned a Taoist technique, and no one has tested it yet. I'm afraid I'll kill others if I strike too hard, but you are different, you are in good health. Let me try it!" Su Zhao began to condense the Demon Summoning Knife.
A black knife appeared in Su Zhao's hand. Black represents silence. It comes from eternal silence and returns to silence again after killing people.
"What kind of Taoist technique is this? We can't let him use it completely!" Even though he was watching from a distance, Monk Wuxiang felt a palpitation in his heart. It seemed that this force appeared to oppose his King Kong Angry Eyes combat method.
of.
"Stop!" The great monk shouted fiercely, and his body flashed, leaving an afterimage on the spot. Monk Wuxiang had already arrived in front of Su Zhao, less than one step away.
The fierce wind carried by his fist hit Su Zhao's face. Monk Wuxiang wanted to break Su Zhao's Taoism, so the best way was to knock Su Zhao unconscious.
The black knife has been condensed, and it looks like an ordinary knife that has never been sharpened.
The handle of the knife, like the blade, is a thin piece of black material condensed into one piece, connected to the city, ordinary yet full of murderous aura.
"Not good!" Monk Wuxiang's expression changed, and the black knife was already approaching him.
Su Zhao suddenly raised his head, looked at Monk Wuxiang, and said to him: "I may not be able to control it. I'm sorry to trouble you."
Monk Wuxiang really wants to scold Su Zhao. If you can't control it, can I?
The black knife came to Monk Wuxiang in an instant. Monk Wuxiang turned his hands into his palms, clamped the black knife, and stepped back quickly.