Chapter 155: Buddha Voice
Lu Feng subconsciously clenched the sword in his hand, and after completing this action, he was stunned, and a chill spread in his heart.
The instinctive defense of the body, which is enough to show the strength of the other party.
"It seems that this is the grandmaster you have invited, dare to ask what the gentleman is called. β
"Everyone else calls me Brother Wednesday. Brother Wednesday smiled, "Shi Long is my student." β
Lu Feng ignored the latter sentence, and the corners of his lips rose: "This name is really taking advantage of people." β
Brother Wednesday put his hands behind his back: "I still hope you can stop, after all, if it goes on like this, it is easy to lose both, and if I make a move, Mr. Lu will not be my opponent." β
"By the way, I'm from the Tatsu family. After he said this, he was a little arrogant, it was something in his bones.
Although the Special Investigation Bureau is the most powerful monk force in Huaxia, it is an institution after all, but the Chen family is a family and is more cohesive.
If it was a few days ago, when Lu Feng heard about the Chen family, he would only think that it was a big family in Jiangshui City, but now, his heart sank slightly.
"Tatsuya ......"
After Lu Feng heard these two words, he suddenly made a move, his sword came out of his waist, and he shook and pointed at Brother Wednesday in front of him.
The wind in the compound suddenly became tense, turned into substance, full of sword intent, and crackled.
As the sword fell, an earth-shattering roar suddenly sounded in the night, like the friction of metal against metal.
Brother Wednesday's pupils shrank suddenly, he originally thought that the other party would be afraid of reporting the name of the Chen family, but he didn't expect that he would act more directly.
The ring ruler on his right hand flapped slightly, and the wind in the courtyard seemed to come to life, whistling by, forming a barrier in front of him.
Lu Feng knew that Brother Wednesday was an extremely powerful person, so his first move was aimed at the other party, but he also knew that this person was very difficult to kill, so this first move finally fell in the direction of Master Buhui.
Master Buhui has been beating the wooden fish, and although he is a layman, he is also proficient in the practice of Buddhism.
He walked in the southern region and purified all sentient beings, representing the face of Buddhism, and he also encountered many things, so he naturally would not be so careless.
The aura fluctuated, and Master Buhui's cloth shoes stepped on the ground, and the tiles flew like a long dragon, and they bounced towards Lu Feng's sword.
The black figure slammed into the sky, the snow-white sword sliced through the air, and finally slashed down on the tiles mixed with dirt, and the sharp and piercing sound was like a high-speed car suddenly braking, irritating everyone's eardrums.
The people of the Shen family retreated again and again, until they retreated into the hall, and looked out with palpitations.
Those powerful bodyguards, those monks that they worshipped in the Shen family, in the eyes of the Grandmaster, were simply transparent.
"I hope I can kill him. Shen Tianqi's palms were full of sweat, "Where did Tianyue go?"
"I don't know, maybe I'm too scared, I seem to have gone back to the upstairs room with my second aunt just now. β
He shook his head, a woman is a woman after all, there are few women in the world who can have as much aura as his grandmother.
Lu Feng didn't have any accidents, if the disciples of the Buddha Sect were too low, they would really not come out to walk the world.
What's more, they must have a heart.
Although it is the Three Realms of Enlightenment, I don't know how many years I have been cultivating, and the countermeasures are very fast.
It's just that Master Buhui's right foot took a step back without moving, leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
His originally ruddy face turned a little pale, and it was obvious that Lu Feng's attack had caused him to suffer a little loss.
"If you give me a little more time, when I have completely digested the power in that pill, I will become a grandmaster. β
The moment Master Buhui shook his head, suddenly a sword light struck again, without any warning.
"How is that possible?"
It's nothing more than that Master Buhui is so surprised, even if it is a grandmaster, in one breath, he can only strike with all his strength, just now the opponent finished one blow, and if he wants to strike the next blow, he naturally needs to take another breath.
Otherwise, it will decline again and again.
Unfortunately, he couldn't think too much, his skin emitted a golden light, and the wooden fish flew up and collided with the rapier again.
Bang!
The sound of the Buddha came out.
At this time, Brother Wednesday, who lost the first move and made a mistake, finally reacted at this time.
The ring ruler in his hand melted into the wind, like a fishing rod waving in the water.
The wind rippled, and the courtyard of the Shen family's old house had been turned upside down, and the turf was pulled up.
The monks and bodyguards had already withdrawn.
This is a Grandmaster-level battlefield.
Grunt!
It was like a fish jumping out of the water, and at this time, the ring ruler held in Brother Wednesday's hand suddenly appeared behind Lu Feng.
The ruler swept the wind and slammed towards the back of his head.
"This person kills a demon, I will use the Buddha's voice to suppress him, slowly figure it out, Mr. Zhou will delay it for a while. β
No monk is willing to exhaust all his aura, especially at this time, no one knows what is going on, so Brother Wednesday is just dragging with the other side.
Because he knew that if he wanted to take down Lu Feng, he would definitely have to pay a price, and instead of this, it was better to wait for the Buddha Seal of the Buddha Sect.
Lu Feng turned around and slashed, his pupils were bright, only a little flush in the center, which was the change caused by the operation of the physiognomy technique to a certain extent.
That sword was one, and then it was split into eight swords by the "Yongzi Sword Technique".
Four of the swords blocked the ring ruler, and the other four swords slashed towards Brother Wednesday's faΓ§ade.
Even though he was not good at hand-to-hand combat, Brother Wednesday was still vigilant, and when the four swords fell from the sky and were about to insert into his heavenly spirit cover, he roared, and spit out a dense wind from his mouth, intertwined into one, like a canvas.
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