However, the next moment, a shocking scene appeared in front of Dugu Gorge.

With the flight of the staff, a cloud suddenly appeared in front of Dugu Gorge.

The cloud layer is about a few zhang thick, extremely dark, and the thunder and lightning can be faintly seen in it, and it is very low from the ground, only more than ten zhang, and it seems to be in contact with the ground from a distance.

The exit of Dugu Gorge is covered by clouds.

Between the clouds and the ground, is Xing Lao.

He was shocked, it was indeed rare for a cultivator to be able to perform such a method, and he was still so young, even when he was young, he might not have his understanding.

"This is the method of the Great Cultivator?"

The deputy general beside Gu Tang looked at the fact that it was not too fast to fall in the rice field, and even he could see the trajectory of the staff very clearly, and sneered. I feel that the general's attitude towards these Sha Tuo these days is too humble, but in fact, it is nothing more than that.

Gu Tang didn't speak, but focused his eyes on the staff without blinking.

The clouds at Dugu Gorge are white, but because they are too low from the ground and too dense and too tight, they become very dark and black, just like those dark clouds that will fall in the middle of summer.

The color of the staff was golden, like ripe ears of rice, and when it flew down the dark cloud-covered field, it suddenly became extremely conspicuous, and it looked like a lightning bolt, a slow lightning.

In the dark clouds, a bright light suddenly flashed, and then countless bright rays were born from the depths of the clouds, turning into countless lightning bolts, which looked like countless swords, terrifying swords.

The lightning penetrated the clouds in more than an instant, falling into the wilderness more than ten zhang down, followed by thunder, countless rumbling and terrifying thunder, smashing towards the front of Dugu Gorge!

Xing Lao's coarse cloth clothes reflected countless bright lightning bolts falling from the sky at this time, like countless light snakes crawling on the black soil.

He held the straight section of dead grass, and his posture looked upright, with a serious expression.

The gray hair was tied to the back of his head casually, and he stood still in the midst of lightning and thunder.

Not even a trace of trembling eyebrows.

Black clouds are overwhelming, and there are thousands of lightning and thunder.

He didn't look at the clouds or the electricity, he just calmly looked at the Fa Xin standing in the rice field.

Then he held the withered grass like a sword and pointed to the sky, and the oncoming autumn wind was suddenly solemn, and he was silent.

Countless terrifying rumbling noises sounded in front of Dugu Gorge. Countless bolts of lightning carried a terrifying power, and almost instantaneously all fell to the ground.

The black clouds writhed restlessly, the lightning burrowed into the green mountains like snakes, and the rocks collapsed.

Countless thunderbolts fell towards Xing Lao's body, without the slightest trace of the respect that the juniors should have for the elders, and the lightning that should have been tortuous suddenly turned into a straight and bright line!

The lightning and thunder continued.

The coarse cloth garments brightened brightly in the light, getting hotter and brighter, and incomparably brighter.

The armies of the two sides who watched the battle felt as if they had seen a round of sun, and their eyes were pierced with extremely severe pain, so they hurriedly covered their eyes, and some people who reacted more slowly exhaled in pain.

Gu Tang finally put away all his disappointment, and was shocked by this terrifying momentum and was speechless.

It may have been just a moment, but in the hundreds of thousands of people who watched the battle, it felt like hundreds of millions of years had passed.

And Xing Lao only did that one action from beginning to end. There was no more follow-up.

The white clouds at Dugu Gorge finally dissipated, the thunder was no more, and the lightning was naturally gone.

The smoke and dust gradually cleared, and Xing Lao's figure slowly appeared.

He stood in front of Dugu Gorge.

The clothes were as rough as before, the demeanor was as calm as before, and the withered grass was still pointing diagonally to the sky.

On the ground in front of him, thousands of finger-thick black holes appeared. Each black hole is a thunderbolt drawn by the staff, and the black hole is bottomless, and its power can be imagined.

What was shocking was that these black holes all stayed in front of Xing Lao's body, while the ground behind him was as smooth as before.

Ten thousand thunderbolts, not a single one fell on him, nor did one fall on the soldiers behind him!

Thousands of black holes, lined up very neatly in front of him, looked like straight lines!

The thunder and lightning had supreme power, coming from heaven and earth, from this young powerhouse of Putuo Temple, and the old man who was obviously standing opposite him was stronger.

The clouds dissipated.

The staff vibrated slightly, flew back to the rice sea from the front of Dugu Gorge, and hovered calmly.

Fa Xin's eyebrows were slightly raised.

He knew that Xing Lao was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong.

The eyebrows of the Dharma heart are gradually flattened, and the meaning is gradually flattened, and the advantage of cultivating Buddha is that victory is not arrogant and defeated.

He had already made a move, and now it was Xing Lao's turn to make a move.

He looked at the old man in front of Dugu Gorge, waved his arms, flicked his monk's robe, gave a Buddha salute, and said calmly: "Old Xing, please." ”

Xing Lao's face finally had some expressions that could barely be counted.

He pursed the corners of his lips.

The heart of the Dharma Heart Buddha gradually moved, and it turned out that his face would move.

The withered grass in Xing Lao's hand trembled slightly. The angle changed from the pointing to the sky, pointing to the young strong man in the rice field.

Xing Lao's "sword" is simpler.

Withered grass, leave his right hand, leave Dugu Gorge.

The dead grass was about a man's height above the ground of the field, and it flew slowly towards the rice paddies.

Even slower, even slower than the staff of the Dharma Heart, even slower than the sight of ordinary people, although the withered grass was conspicuous, it was as slow as if it was walking carelessly.

However, Fa Xin saw the difference in this blow.

The reason why the strong are strong is because they can bring out the most powerful power in the simplest moves, or in other words, everything is in vain before absolute power.

So before the withered grass came out of Dugu Gorge, he had already stretched out his hands, and his sleeves were slightly brushed.

There was a breeze coming out of the sleeves, and the rice was gently trembling by the blow, sometimes bending over.

At this time, the withered grass finally entered the rice sea.

The sea of rice gradually divides, like lake water, like sea water.

Everywhere the dead grass passes, the weeds crack into chips, fly up, and fall in the rice fields.

The heavy unripe ears of rice fell with the sword intent.

The rice stalk, which had lost its heavy burden, suddenly straightened its waist and flicked the rice leaf into the air. But the ears of rice fell to the ground.

Everyone held their breath at this moment, because they knew that this war against the cultivators might be coming to an end in the next moment.

The autumn wind is blowing, and the breath of heaven and earth in front of Dugu Gorge seems to be attracted by the staff, rushing from all directions, and the sunlight sprinkled in the sky is refracted into a strange shape, like ten thousand horses galloping.

Shocked by this, countless rice grains swept away with the wind and headed north, giving birth to a blue-yellow wave in the field, and the wooden staff walked between the rice waves, like a boat driving forward.

The Dharma heart no longer stayed in place, and the white monk's robe fluttered slightly, following the staff.

The green waves of the rice sea pushed the staff like a boat, and under the action of the majestic heaven and earth essence, it became faster and faster, and it was about to turn into a lightning bolt, but the body of the magic heart was always behind the staff.

No one has been able to fly so fast. At least Fa Xin thinks so, except for those monsters in the Hidden Dragon Court, of course.

There was a gust of wind in the sea of rice.

The Dharma mind disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he came to the old man.

His hand gripped and instantly grasped the staff.

Bend your knees, sink your waist, straighten your elbows, and don't turn your wrists.

The staff stabbed the old man in the chest like a sword.

An incomparably bright golden glow lit up above the staff.

Even the sun in the sky over Dugu Gorge seemed to dim a little bit when he made a move.

The dead grass of the old man is still in the rice field, how can he hide?

So the old man did not hide.

The staff broke through the essence of the old criminal's body protection as he wished, and hit the old criminal's chest. After only a slight touch, Fa Xin's expression suddenly became panicked.

Because his instincts told him that there was a sharp sword approaching his body in his back. His eyes suddenly tightened.

Fa Xin turned around suddenly, knocked out the staff with intuition, and left his back to Xing Lao with an incredible look.

Countless heaven and earth spirits went berserk in the warband.

The heaven and earth essence qi before Dugu Gorge was compressed to the extreme, and the refracted sky light became more distorted, because the compression was too strong, and the heaven and earth essence qi began to rub between each other, and scorching flames appeared!

What a dazzling picture.

Xing Lao didn't continue to move, allowing the withered grass to face off against the staff, while he himself just looked at the back of the magic heart, as if thoughtful.