The first thousand three hundred and twenty-nine chapters
Chapter 1329: Dual Yuanying Great Monk
"Bingjie?" Kong Hui was startled, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth: "Donor, you have such a strong tone, why don't you poke me at the neck, I can also let your soul go."
"Oh, it seems that the master has full confidence in himself, then we will see the real deal."
Before Lin Xuan finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and saw a flash of spiritual light, and dozens of sword lights swam out from his sleeves.
It swells when facing the wind, and in the blink of an eye it is already ten feet long, like a colorful wave, surging towards each other layer by layer.
The momentum was so great that all the nearby monks had horrified expressions on their faces and retreated one after another, fearing that if they were accidentally involved, they would end up regretting it.
However, Kong Hui turned a blind eye and did not offer any defensive treasures. He just put his hands together, and five-color Buddha light suddenly emerged from his body, forming a brilliant curtain of light.
"act recklessly!"
Lin Xuan has never been so underestimated by his peers. You must know that the depth of his magic power is several times purer than that of ordinary late-stage monks. Although these sword energies are released casually, the power of each one is not inferior to Yuan Yuan.
The natal treasure of a novice monk.
Lin Xuan snorted coldly, and the power of the sword light suddenly increased by three points.
Although he had never thought that he could kill a great immortal cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage in this way, he would at least have to make the other party suffer a little.
However, what happened next was beyond Lin Xuan's expectation.
Dozens of sword rays, rising up on top of each other, are like raging waves, but the five-color Buddha light is surprisingly tough.
The sword light slashed on it, not only had no effect at all, but was instead digested and absorbed.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, what kind of spell is this?
Naturally, the other party would not give him time to think carefully. He held the seals with both hands, and the tiger that had just torn apart the poisonous dragon in its transformation stage suddenly flew towards him.
Roar!
The shrill roar of the tiger reached his ears, and the monster opened its bloody mouth and spat out a light wave about a foot in diameter.
The surface is blood red, as if it contains a sinister aura.
But Kong Hui didn't give up. He raised his right hand and a fiery red Zen staff appeared in his palm.
The surface of the staff is covered with blazing flames.
"disease!"
The monk fired a magic formula.
The stick spun around, and its size suddenly grew wildly, turning into thousands of stick shadows, and smashed towards Lin Xuan's head.
When Lin Xuan saw this scene, his face became a little ugly.
Although with his magical power, there is no problem in blocking the opponent's attack, but as the saying goes, wits do not compete with strength. This time the enemy is far from Kong Hui alone. Lin Xuan wants to save mana as much as possible, maybe later
You will also face off against old monsters in the clutch phase.
Thinking of this, his eyes flickered, his shoulders moved slightly, and he disappeared from the place without a trace.
Nine days of micro-steps!
Kong Hui couldn't recognize this magical power. It was somewhat similar to the great monk's Shukuchi Technique, but it was obviously much more magical.
The old monk's expression became a little solemn.
The other party was able to kill Junior Brother Kongxuan, and the spells he knew were truly amazing.
The thoughts in my mind turned around, and I saw a green light gushing out not far ahead, and Lin Xuan's figure appeared strangely. What was even more incredible was that his hands turned silver.
"drink!"
Lin Xuan exhaled loudly and punched forward from afar.
It is clear that there is no surprise but joy. As we all know, Buddhist magic is profound and profound. In addition to all kinds of powerful magical powers for subduing demons, it also pays attention to the art of body refining.
As a great immortal cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, although his physical body is far from indestructible, its hardness is better than that of ordinary magic weapons.
Even compared to the demon clan of the same level, he is not inferior, but the other party actually wants to fight me hand-to-hand?
If God does evil, you can still live; if you do evil on your own, you can't live.
How could he let go of such a good opportunity? With the empty city, a hint of sinister joy flashed across his face.
"Duh."
He also exhaled loudly and pushed forward with one palm.
The movement is extremely simple, but it is a mystery that is not taught in Buddhism.
Dragon Elephant Polo Palm!
As the name suggests, this palm contains the power of one dragon and one elephant.
Lin Xuan was not afraid. The crackling sound of bones reached his ears, and all the magic power in his body surged away like a fist.
boom!
The silver light and golden light collided fiercely, and the loud sound was like a thunderbolt exploding on a sunny day.
"puff……"
Kong Hui's face turned as pale as paper, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lin Xuan also took three steps back. There was also traces of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, but compared to the injury, the expression on Lin Xuan's face was even more surprised.
I have a lot of magical powers. Let’s not talk about the power of the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique. In terms of the depth of my magical power, I am several times more powerful than those of the same level of immortal cultivators.
There was no trickery in the close-quarters fight. Logically, he could kill the opponent completely, but he didn't expect that he would only gain the upper hand.
Is there any mistake? The mana of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect is too strong.
Could it be that……
Lin Xuan had a vague guess in his mind. Of course, it had to be confirmed by the other party himself.
Lin Xuan was confused, but Kong Hui's expression was one of shock and anger.
I originally thought that the opponent was the cause of his own trouble and would not survive, so he wanted to take the opportunity to inflict some suffering on Lin Xuan. It would be best if he could severely injure his opponent.
Unexpectedly, the facts were fickle, and in the end, he stole the chicken but lost the rice. Not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but Lin Xuan lost an arm.
In the exchange of fists and palms just now, the bones in Kong Hui's right hand were completely broken.
This damn boy was not only proficient in Xuanmen's authentic magic, but he was also a cultivator of demons, which was beyond his expectation.
But what shocked Kong Hui the most was not this, but the depth of Lin Xuan's magic power.
He knew his own situation well. As the head of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, Kong Hui practiced the most profound Buddhist secrets.
Moreover, he also learned the magical powers of the Second Nascent Soul.
As we all know, the second Nascent Soul is extremely difficult to practice, but it is far beyond the reach of minor techniques such as Yuan Shen Soul Splitting.
Therefore, Kong Hui's magical power is far from comparable at the same level, so when he just faced Ji Yueru, he drove her to a corner in just a few encounters.
As for this boy Lin, he had just been promoted, and whether his realm was stable or not was a question. Originally, I thought it wouldn't be a difficult problem to kill him, but I didn't expect that he would be the one to suffer in the end.
Kong Hui's face was extremely gloomy.
The fact that the other party was able to kill Junior Brother Kongxuan cannot be justified by common sense. Could it be that he is also a monk of the Dual Yuanying.
This is most likely the case. Otherwise, at that time, Lin Xuan was only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. How could he defeat the great monk?
Thinking of this, Kong Hui took a deep breath, and then a mouthful of golden light spurted out from his mouth.
In a flash of golden light, his right arm was removed at shoulder level.
However, the wound was golden and not a trace of blood flowed out.
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, a bad premonition vaguely rising in his heart.
He clasped his hands and was about to make a move when a loud shout reached his ears.