The long sword in Feng Wuyi's hand pointed diagonally at the ground, and the tip of the sword hanging in the air trembled uncontrollably, and if you looked closely, you could find that dense cracks had already appeared on the long sword. From the tip of the sword to the hilt, it was like a thin net covering the entire blade.

Feng Wuyi's face was cold, staring at Wuxiang standing in front of him. The two eyes seemed to be spewing flames at any moment, and they were extremely terrifying.

And Wuxiang, who was standing opposite him, although he still had a faint smile on his face, the calm color between his eyebrows had faded a lot. Not only that, but his cheeks also looked a little pale. One hand was held in front of his chest, one hand folded, and the other hand was hidden behind him.

Sui Feng's eyebrows jumped, a little surprised, "I can't imagine that although the little master of Wuxiang is young, he still has the ability to enter the white blade empty-handed, but it is a little surprising." ”

Yuantong's face sank like water, where was there still a little smile, he glanced deeply at Suifeng, and said in a deep voice: "What is empty-handed into the white blade, don't let the donor fool the old man." The donor's eyes are like torches, haven't you ever noticed that although the Wuxiang disciple has formed the sword of the wind donor, but that hand is afraid that it will not be able to move freely for a short time. Nonsense, what nonsense!"

Yuantong shook his head again and again, and sighed a little.

Sui Feng didn't care, and said lightly: "Master doesn't have to mind, all young people will inevitably be a little impulsive." Even if the master is an elder of his master's sect, he may not be convinced. Just let him be willing to admit defeat, he is naturally unacceptable. Why don't you let them have a good fight? ”

Yuantong nodded, but his face was still obviously a little gray.

Sui Feng looked a little curious. He said with relief: "The master is a person who has turned into an outsider, can't he still see through this layer?

Yuantong didn't answer, let out a long sigh, and whispered the Buddha's name several times before it gradually calmed down. There was also a bit of sigh in his voice, "I didn't do this because he was so angry, I didn't have the true biography of the abbot and uncle, and I listened to the Buddha's voice since I was a child." Shi Bo has always regarded it as the reincarnation of the Buddha. Since childhood, he has been protected by the Buddha. I don't want to be taught for so many years. But he still hasn't even seen through fame and fortune, gains and losses of fame. The abbot thinks highly of him, as if he is the next person in charge. When I saw him like this, I was really chilling for my uncle. ”

As soon as Yuantong said this, Sui Feng also understood the reason. couldn't help but comfort: "He is still young. It's also normal to have less inappropriate things. The dust is undecided. How to become a Buddha? The master might as well give him a little more time. ”

Yuantong's body shook. There was confusion in his eyes, and he nodded slowly. The words that Sui Feng said casually were like an engraving, and they were imprinted into his heart. Back and forth, only those eight words echoed in it.

The dust is undecided. How to become a Buddha?

Just as Sui Feng and Yuantong were talking, the two people in the ring moved again!

There was a burst of exclamation in the crowd watching below, the few tricks that the two of them had tried before had already made them addicted, and the fight between the two of them just now aroused everyone's interest.

"Donor, but I don't know how many more powerful sword lights you can send out just now?" Wuxiang put one hand on his chest, and the smile on his face slowly solidified, but it looked a little cold.

Feng Wuyi didn't care, pursed the corners of his mouth, and hummed: "Isn't your left hand useless, but I don't know how many more swords you can take?"

Feng Wuyi was full of confidence, since he cultivated the method of blue sea tide birth that was passed down with the wind, although the true qi in his dantian had not undergone a qualitative change. But compared to the past, I don't know how much longer. The sword that pierced through Changhong before seemed to be incomparably powerful, but it was far from the strongest move he could make. However, after saying a few words in such a short time, the internal breath he consumed has recovered as much as eighty or ninety percent.

Wuxiang was not annoyed, and smiled faintly, "The monks don't fight fiercely, but since the donor questions the strength of the little monk, the little monk can only go all out to fight for the face of the Buddhist family." ”

Feng Wuyi sneered, glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "Pretend." ”

He didn't speak loudly, and was soon drowned out by the cries of those who watched. However, as a master of the innate realm, Wuxiang naturally heard it clearly, his face immediately changed, and he said coldly: "It's useless to talk more, let's make a move!"

Hua Jiugong did not become a monk, but after his death, Feng Wuyi naturally transferred to the Penglai faction. Now he is also a disciple of the Penglai faction, Penglai is a Taoist sect, even though Feng Wuyi has not become a monk, but in the eyes of Wuxiang, he has been labeled as a disciple of the Tao.

At this time, the Tang Dynasty was prosperous, the Tao was strong and the Buddha was weak, and Feng Wuyi was not a monk, but he also had a bit of arrogance as a disciple of the Daomen. Seeing that Wuxiang was a little pretentious, the disdain in his heart could no longer bear it, and he was naturally very disdainful.

But in Wuxiang's view, Feng Wuyi's sneer, but it seemed that even the Buddha behind him was included. Rao has been practicing Buddhism for many years, and he can't suppress the anger in his heart.

Sui Feng also found it interesting, Buddhism and Taoism have been holding each other for hundreds of years, but I didn't expect that even the two people competing in the ring today actually brought the color of Buddhism and Taoism.

And Yuantong beside him saw it in his eyes, didn't say a word, only lowered his head and muttered the Heart Sutra.

Sui Feng glanced at Yuantong, and there was some emotion in his heart. Recalling that back then, when Yuantong was still Ouyang Zhenghao, although he acted ruthlessly, killed resolutely, and carried a strong wind of the Western Regions, he was happy and revengeful, and went straight. The means may not be bright, but he can be regarded as a good man. But since he entered Shaolin, although he is dedicated to goodness, he has indeed changed a lot compared to before.

There is a faint hint of hypocrisy in his voice and appearance, and he no longer has the vertical and horizontal atmosphere of the past.

Thinking about it with the wind, he was also a little lost. When Buddhism persuades people to be good, it has also changed too much in the subtle way of human nature. Maybe for others, Ouyang Zhenghao's transformation from a wicked person to a monk is a good deed, but for himself, what he wants to live in his heart is really the life of the Green Lantern Ancient Buddha?

So, is this good or evil, can it be clearly explained?

The sound of the sword roared again, and the overlapping sword lights were connected together, like a flying waterfall falling from the sky, reflecting the blue color of the four fields.

The people watching below only felt that there seemed to be a faint sound of splashing water in their ears, as if they were under the cliff in person, watching a white Lian rushing down from above their heads and falling in front of their eyes. And all this is just the sword intent in the sword of Feng Wuyi.

Everyone's hearts sank into his sword intent, and it was naturally as if they were there.

Wuxiang looked at the sword light in front of him that was coming straight towards him, his brows jumped on his calm face, and he felt a strong sense of unease in his heart. He had just been hit hard with his left hand, and it was easy for him to take his thunderous sword, how could he send out such a grand sword move in just a moment? Could it be that the true qi in his body was really endless?

It's just that the reality can't help him think about it anymore, in such a short blink of an eye, the sword light has already arrived in front of him. He could even feel the chill coming from it, if he didn't make a move, he was afraid that he would really fail on the spot.

Wuxiang paused, and his throat moved. Everyone only heard a heavy roar like a bronze bell burst out from the ring, and suddenly, a golden auspicious light shone up on the ring, and it was squeezed out of the sword light like water that reverberated like water without a single wind.

When everyone in the audience heard such a sound, it was like an empowerment, and they all woke up from the sword intent of Feng Wuyi.

When I looked at the ring again, I couldn't help but be surprised, only to see a brilliant golden Falun appear behind the phaseless man, like the blazing red sun shining in the sky. The golden Buddha light and the sword light as clear as water converged in the middle of this ring, and the two were evenly matched, and no one could suppress anyone.

It's just that Wuxiang seemed to be under extreme pressure, and his upright body trembled, and the pale color on his face seemed to be a little thicker.

"What a Buddha flashes of light, come again!" the wind did not let out a long howl, and the interest was even higher. With a flick of his wrist, the water light in the void gradually dissipated, and a long sword with a clear halo of light appeared, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Wuxiang.

Wuxiang looked at the clear long sword hanging in the air, and his heart trembled, such a sword, the power must not be underestimated.

Gritting his teeth, he barely breathed again. The body shook for a while, but the Buddha light wheel behind him was a little brighter. The seal in his hand pinched, and the golden light Falun behind him seemed to be affected by an invisible force in the underworld, and jumped up from behind him, and rushed to the front of Wuxiang. He slashed at the sword that slashed in front of him.

It was as if a blazing meteorite had fallen into the calm surface of the lake, and it immediately provoked a strong reaction on the surface of the lake.

The sword light that was as clear as water before was like boiling water under the light of this Falun, and it was like boiling water, steaming and swirling. The wisps of sword light were dispelled, and it really enveloped the entire ring like water vapor. The figures of the two standing in the middle of it also seemed to loom.

"You've already become the end of the force, what are you holding on? Your Falun is really powerful, but when it comes to dealing with me, it's still a little worse. ”

The words that came from in front of him made Wuxiang's face a little paler, and the blood that looked very sparse was even darker.

"Hmph, who wouldn't say big words, if you can really win against me, first break my Great Sun Falun!" Wuxiang clenched his teeth, his face full of determination. (To be continued......)

PS: Since it was late yesterday, I added a new chapter today