"Just stand here without distractions, and cut off a thorn in your heart. ”

His tranquil gaze clearly contained countless wind and rain, and when the two of them met, lightning and thunder instantly thundered, and the heartstrings stirred.

But at this moment, his people suddenly flew up like swallows, and like a gust of wind, they blew over Zhou Yusheng's head.

When the gust of wind blew, and the fluttering water rippled, his man stood in his place again, but he had an extra worn-out broom in his hand.

Zhou Yusheng didn't even notice how he came and went freely, and how he found the broom that disappeared like a needle in a haystack in this endless lake.

He felt that as soon as he saw a flower, his whole body disappeared in place as if he had changed shape, but the moment he was not paying attention, the worn-out broom was already close to him.

The wooden stick that was connected to the golden silk grass, which was extremely ordinary, was obviously just so inconspicuous, but when the head of the stick just touched the unprepared body, it burst out with an amazing momentum that was different from the appearance.

"Where do you look?"

The red stick that came from the impact, and the bright eyes of the monk holding the stick suddenly became vivid.

At this moment, the blue-red stick suddenly gushed out with a blazing rainbow light, and between the rainbow light, the monk emerged, holding a red wooden stick more than three feet long in his hand.

At the same time, in the sound of flowing water, in the blue curtain of water, there was a rainbow light rising into the sky, and the sound of grinding stones of metal colliding in close combat was heard.

At the same time that the sword in the sheath was unsheathed, the monk held the red wooden stick in both hands, and around it, there were golden Sanskrit words floating slowly in his limbs.

A pure dawn sound surged out of the red stick, and in the blink of an eye, the silk ribbon-like light enveloped the stick.

In the increasingly blazing light, his hands seemed to be on fire, and in the blinding flames of the inner candle, golden Sanskrit words possessed him, and countless Sanskrit words spread from all over his body towards the hands holding the stick.

In an instant, not only was the stick covered with terrifying beast tattoos, but his body was like a fire burning the prairie fire, and every part of his body was like a fire nirvana.

With this heaven and earth as the center, the sky above a radius of hundreds of zhang suddenly darkened.

A strong mana fluctuation rose into the sky, the void twisted for a while, and a phantom of a red long stick about dozens of zhang long and the size of a small mountain appeared in mid-air.

The light on the stick flowed, and countless golden Sanskrit characters swirled around the long stick.

Then a rush of spiritual pressure burst out from the shadow of the stick without concealment, spreading out in all directions like a huge wave, and in the space of hundreds of zhang, the calm of the last second was exchanged for the next second. The huge waves roared, with the momentum of destroying and decaying, across thousands of miles of void, like an iron-blooded tsunami, as if they were about to swallow up the entire continent.

He stared into the distance, his eyes dyed, as if shrouded in a light veil, cutting off all his insight and thoughts about the outside world.

He swept over Zhou Yusheng and the purple sparrow he held in his hand with an expressionless face, and his eyes were gray.

The latter looked at the huge stick shadow that was like an apocalyptic image in the sky, and was not afraid, every inch of the golden Sanskrit crossed over was at this moment with a long scream, and every mighty breath that floated out of the crack in the ground cracked opened the light of the stars like the polar night in every inch of cracked earth.

Suddenly, at the moment when the sky was black and white, a pair of hands slowly raised. In the middle of the two hands is a sword hilt, only the hilt of the sword is missing.

At that moment, feeling the boiling battle intent under Zhou Yusheng's silent blood, the sword soul that had been silent for a long time in the Purple Sparrow Sword suddenly seemed to be awakened again, and the scream that seemed to change the color of the heavens and the earth suddenly erupted when the dazzling stars were gradually lost in that sword.

But for him, the sword soul in the sword that has been sleeping for a long time, as soon as he woke up, he burst out as if he wanted to be equal to all beings under this stick, not so much that the soul in the sword manipulated the purple sparrow, but that the soul in the sword was more like passing on the grievances accumulated for thousands of years through Zhou Yusheng.

The moment the sword intent erupted, the resentment accumulated in the sword soul for thousands of years seemed to pour out at this moment, and every crack in the ground where the sword qi rose absorbed every inch of the sword qi flowing out of the ground like a whale sucking a cow, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a liquid white light, wrapped in the sword body, warming the sword body.

"Although what you are cultivating is not my Buddhism exercises, since you can attract the sword qi in the eight-faced Qifan Tablet from the outer disciples, it is enough to show that you do have a Buddha fate, but in the eight-faced Qifan Tablet, since you have entered the things of my Buddhism, as long as you accept my three sticks, I will let you leave the small world of this eight-faced Qifan Tablet, okay?"

Although he looked at Zhou Yusheng with an inquiring tone, the threatening meaning in that tone was not to give Zhou Yusheng any chance to object.

"You talk count!" he was even more uncertain, and his hands were still shaking as he said this.

The monk looked indifferent, smiled faintly, and said, "The people of Buddhism never speak. ”

He stood up and stepped out, and a golden sword light fell from the sky, just hovering under his feet, man and sword, fleeting.

"But now that you are in the eight-sided Qifan Monument, you must not scruple about anything, and you must do your best. The monk said in a deep voice.

He nodded, retracting his smile and his expression gradually becoming solemn.

"The first stick, but the demon in your heart is destroyed, it is my Shaolin thirty-six sticks, the eight treasures mixed yuan stick method. ”

His indifferent voice echoed in the sky like thunder, and I saw that in the sky where the black clouds were suppressed, a black sun as big as a mountain suddenly appeared out of thin air, and hundreds of golden thunderbolts more than a hundred feet long appeared in it, and in a boundless whirlpool stirred by long sticks, the complete gray was reflected as if it were day.

There, there was a long stick phantom that covered the sky and the sun in the black and white whirlpool, centered on the junction of the black and white worlds, exuding two completely different avenue atmospheres.

I only heard a loud "boom".

The golden thunder and lightning that spread like a golden dragon made a burst of "crackling" sounds, like a thunder whip wielded by the gods, wantonly whipping in all directions, and where each thunderbolt struck, the void was violently buzzing, and the places torn by the long sticks twisted and trembled wildly.

But it was too late, and he didn't fly far before he was caught up by the black glow.

At this moment, the black long stick phantom slashed down in mid-air like a five-colored lightning bolt, and the void where it passed was distorted.

Where the long stick phantom reached, the black glow reached him in the blink of an eye, and his pupils shrank suddenly, wanting to shoot backwards.

At this moment, the purple sparrow that had been calm in the white light for an unknown amount of time sounded a deafening and earth-shattering roar, but compared to the original sword roar yearning for freedom,

Its state had obviously returned to its peak under the warmth of the sword qi.

The two phantoms collided violently. The purple finch gradually became unsupported, and the phantom of the long stick entered the body, and immediately turned into a scorching hot stream, frantically pouring into the eight veins of the limbs and hundreds of bones, and flowing wildly.

Zhou Yusheng only felt that the meridians in his body were scorching and swollen, as if his whole body was being calcined by a raging fire, and he couldn't help but hold his head with his arms and roll in place, his face was full of painful expressions.

I don't know how long it took for this feeling to dissipate.

However, at this moment, Zhou Yusheng was out of breath and looked like he was prostrating.

"The first stick, you barely passed. He was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart, and the ending of the first stick he expected should not be so embarrassing.

But he also found a very strange power from Zhou Yusheng's body, which seemed to be absorbing his demonic shock.

"The second stick, to destroy the resentment in your heart, is my Shaolin thirty-six stick method, Zhenshan stick method. ”

It was not as imposing as imagined, and the phantom of the long stick suspended in mid-air suddenly dimmed,

Immediately afterward, the Sanskrit characters that spread all over the body of the stick disappeared like ice and snow melted under the pressure of an invisible spirit.

In the void, only a mediocre round-headed stick remains.

"Bang"!

The red long stick hit Zhou Yusheng fiercely.

In an instant, an invisible giant force immediately pressed down the long stick violently!

But as if passing through the body, the purple finch slowly swept out, hovering above Zhou Yusheng's head, it was rare to be so docile and well-behaved.

That seemingly amazing blow, Zhou Yusheng was unharmed.

The monk was a little surprised, couldn't help but look at Zhou Yusheng twice, and teased: "It seems that being young is indeed a good thing, but there are no three emotions and six desires." ”

Zhou Yusheng smiled, with both a smile and an indelible sadness on his face.

"If it had been three years ago, I would have died. ”

Three years ago, it all seemed like it was happening too suddenly.

His parents disappeared suddenly, his childhood sweetheart was never heard from, and even Mr. Zhao, who had been with him for six years, had a ghost in his heart.

Three years ago, it was as if he had lost everything.

The monk glanced at Zhou Yusheng, and it seemed that it should be a real thing.

"Then the third stick, since you have entered the Dharma sword technique here, I will test the extent of your Dharma sword technique. ”

His round-headed long stick suddenly aimed at Zhou Yusheng's purple sparrow, it was hard to imagine how amazing the momentum of such an ordinary stick was just now.

"Little monk, who are you?" he hesitated for a moment, but finally asked.

"In your words, am I just a simple Buddhist disciple, but as for why I'm here, I don't think I know. He replied lightly.

Everything was as calm as when it had returned, and even the deep pit that had been blown up by the stick just now, under the several times of the waves, there was no trace of the previous battle.

At this time, Zhou Yusheng held the sword in the middle of his hands, and his steps moved slowly, while the monk still did not move, still maintaining the posture of pointing directly at Zhou Yusheng with a round-headed stick.

"Teach!"