Jiang Yun stretched out his hand and pointed to the place shrouded in dense fog not far away, and said in a convincing manner: "The area covered by this dense fog is slowly shrinking, which means that the martial arts secret that Zizhi continues to use consumes spiritual power very much.

Moreover, listening to the sound coming from the battle, you can judge that the strength and frequency of Zizhi's attack cannot break through Zikong's defense before the spiritual power is consumed. ”

Huilian nodded approvingly.

As Jiang Yun said, Zizhi was the first time to use the Guanlan Fog Sea in the hands of a person, and he had no experience, and he didn't grasp the degree of spiritual power released, which caused the spiritual power to pass quickly.

The Luohan stick in his hand hit Zikong many times, but it didn't cause him any substantial damage.

If it continues like this, it is only a matter of time before he wins, but he can't last long to maintain the consumption of spiritual power in the Guanlan Fog Sea.

was very anxious in his heart, and he clenched the Luohan stick in his hand a few points, found a tricky angle and swept it towards the position of Zikong's calf.

The Luohan stick slammed into the vajra cover, and Zizhi was about to quickly turn sideways and attack again. But at this moment, a bear roar shook his ears, his head was dizzy, and his body was shaken more than three feet above the ground, and he fell heavily.

The dense sea of fog also quickly dissipated and contracted into the appearance of a phantom monkey at this moment, and disappeared into Zizhi's eyebrow and soul platform.

After the sea of fog disappeared, both Zikong and Zizhi appeared.

Zi Zhi closed his eyes and lay on the ground with a pale face, and the arhat stick in his hand was also scattered aside.

Zikong supported his knees with both hands, kicked heavily, and stared at Zizhi lying on the ground. Just this move shook the sky, and he could only exert his power within a range of about two feet around his body.

At the end of Zikong's competition, Zichen's competition entered a white heat.

Zichen danced his spirit mixed yuan stick into a stick flower and slashed it vertically towards Zi Xun.

Zi Xun stretched out his Spirit God Qianluo Umbrella and greeted it, he knew that Zi Chen's mixed yuan stick had an adsorption force, so it was better to hit it directly with every attack.

Each person's spirit has its own characteristics, and so does the Qianluo umbrella. When the surface of the umbrella is turned, most of the force of the attacks that fall on it will be removed.

Zichen's mixed yuan stick landed on the umbrella surface of the Qianluo umbrella and did not leave any traces.

Then he turned back, lightly touched his feet on the ground, jumped up in the air, leaned down, and used the Shaolin Temple's seventy-two stunt Xiao Yasha stick method to break the face.

At the same time, Zi Xun used the tip of the Qianluo umbrella as the tip of the sword, and stabbed straight towards Zichen. At the moment when the mixed yuan stick and the Qianluo umbrella surface were about to come into contact, Zi Xun had already premeditated the umbrella surface, and his body slightly sideways dodged the attack of the mixed yuan stick, and the tip of the Qianluo umbrella stabbed at Zichen unabatedly.

Zichen narrowly avoided the attack of Zi Xun's umbrella tip in the air with the cloud character trick of the small yaksha stick method. Turned over twice in a row in the air, and landed steadily after opening up the distance from Zi Xun.

Next, Zichen entangled the small yaksha stick method with the techniques of sweeping, dialing, clouding, racking, teasing, poking, splitting, dancing, picking, and pointing.

Although Zichen's little yasha stick method skillfully used the gist of Shaolin Temple's "three-point stick method and seven-point gun method", it was only on an equal footing with Zi Xun.

Zi Xun stretched the Qianluo umbrella from time to time, or used the tip of the umbrella to use the Shaolin Temple's seventy-two stunt Dharma swordsmanship, stabbing out a sword.

After striking another blow to Zi Xun, Zichen retreated and pulled away, holding the mixed yuan stick obliquely with his left hand, the stick was on the ground, and his right hand was put together in front of his chest, and a trace of chaotic white light appeared in his eyes. The original white mixed yuan stick also revealed a white and flawless brilliance at this time.

Zi Xun saw Zichen's changes, and a bad feeling rose in his heart. Hurriedly stretched out the Qianluo umbrella in front of him, and after thinking about it, he felt that it was wrong, Zichen performed the stunt of the Little Yasha stick method to maintain the realm of sentient beings, it was an all-round attack in all directions, and his Qianluo umbrella could only block one side.

Put the surface of the umbrella away, hold the handle with both hands, the tip of the umbrella facing up, and close your eyes. Bodhidharma's swordsmanship stunt crossed the river with a reed, and with the current cultivation, Zi Xun was barely able to perform it once. But he is not a pure sword cultivator, let alone condensing the sword heart, but now he can only give it a go.

Zichen leaned forward and pulled out a long afterimage on the ground, and when he was about to get close to Zi Xun, he suddenly dispersed into eighteen shadow clones, surrounding Zi Xun in the middle.

This is the shadow clone that Zichen can achieve by using the most to maintain the realm of sentient beings, and the eighteen shadow clones also maintain the posture of holding the hybrid yuan stick obliquely with their left hand behind their back, and their right hand clasped together in front of their chest. It's just that eighteen pairs of eyes are different and staring at the vital points of Zi Xun's body.

At this moment, Zi Xun suddenly opened his eyes, and the Qianluo umbrella, which was originally with the tip of the umbrella upward, stabbed towards a shadow clone of Zi Chen's shadow clones towards the right rear after Zi Xun turned around.

The stunt of the Dharma swordsmanship crossed the river with a reed, and Zi Xun reluctantly used it, but this blow still failed, and it did not stab Zichen's body.

Immediately after, except for his head, Zi Xun felt that all parts of his body had been hit by the mixed element stick many times.

Zi Chen's figure finally fell behind Zi Xun's body, and seeing that Zi Xun was powerlessly supporting his body with a Qianluo umbrella to prevent himself from falling, Zi Chen withdrew the mixed yuan stick into the spirit platform, and the white halo in his eyes also faded.

After watching the competition between Zikong and Zichen, Jiang Yun found that their competition was more exciting than his own, not at all like his own competition, and it felt like it was over before it started.

Just when Jiang Yun's group was about to complete the first round of competitions, Jiang Yun seemed to feel that someone was reciting the Heart Sutra in his ear, and the voice sounded very *, pure and clear.

It gives people a very peculiar feeling, and can't help but give people the illusion of an epiphany.

Jiang Yun looked at the source of the sound, and saw that between Zifan and Zixing, the scriptures of the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra were neatly suspended.

Hui Lian didn't know when an extra bowl-sized yellow ball of light appeared in his hand, and this yellow ball of light could record the competition process of each disciple.

As long as you hold your hand on the yellow ball of light and use your spiritual power to induce it, you can find the picture you want to see.

"Because Zifan has a state of mind without difficulties, he was accepted as a personal disciple by the first seat. The voice that seemed to ring in my ears just now was Sanskrit. Only those who have no difficulty in their state of mind can comprehend Sanskrit sounds. Hui Lian handed the yellow ball of light in his hand to Jiang Yun and asked him to see Zifan's competition process.

Jiang Yun understood, held the yellow ball of light in his hand, injected spiritual power, and as soon as his mind moved, the picture of the competition between Zifan and Zixing appeared in Jiang Yun's mind.

A small bud appeared in Zixing's right palm, and in an instant, it grew into a red and white lotus flower, slowly rotating in the palm of his hand.

Lotus Terrace, this is the spiritual god of Zixing.

Obviously, Zixing's lotus platform is now just a colorful lotus plant, far from what the lotus platform should be.

If he is in the realm of the gods, Zi Xing can sit on the lotus flower and display the golden body of the Buddha, maybe there is a possibility of victory.

But at the moment, Zi Xing, who was only the triple god of the God Realm, was facing the first personal disciple Zifan, and without thinking about it, he directly scattered the lotus flowers in his right palm into petals full of sky, and then gathered into the shape of seven fists to form the Tiangang Beidou Array, and struck towards Zifan.

Shaolin Temple's seventy-two stunt stunt stunt seven-star boxing's stunt seven-star gathering.

Seeing Zi Xing's series of movements, Zi Fan's face was calm, and he released his spirit without hurry, and a scripture was suspended in front of him.

Raising his eyes and seeing the seven-star gathering coming towards him, Zifan opened his mouth and recited the Heart Sutra, first word by word, and recited: "Look, self, being, Bodhisattva, ......"

After reciting the first sentence, the speed of his speech suddenly increased: "When you are doing deep prajnaparamita, you will see that the aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all suffering." The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. ……”

When Zifan opened and closed his mouth, there was a corresponding scripture, which radiated golden light from the scripture in front of him, and collided with the seven-star gathering formed by Zi Xing's condensation.

Zaizi Fan recited: "The Buddhas of the three worlds, according to Prajnaparamita, have attained the three bodhisattvas. The fists formed by the lotus petals all collapsed, mixed with the scriptures that had been broken into a golden rain, and fell together, this scene was somewhat gorgeous and dazzling.

Dan Zifan did not stop reciting the Heart Sutra, but recited all the remaining Heart Sutras: "Therefore, I know that Prajnaparamita is a great god mantra, a great mantra, a supreme mantra, and an unequal mantra, which can remove all suffering, and it is true." Therefore, to say the Prajnaparamita mantra is to say the mantra: Reveal the truth, Para reveal the truth, Para Sangha reveal the truth, Bodhisattva Bha. ”

The words did not go towards the lucky attack, but were neatly suspended between the two of them.

Zi Xing knew that he had been defeated, so he stretched out his right hand and spread out his palm, and the petals that originally fell on the ground were scattered and gathered to form the shape of a lotus flower, slowly rotating in the palm of his hand, and his mind moved back into the spiritual platform.

When Zifan finished reciting the entire Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, Sanskrit sounds appeared.

The image in the yellow ball of light freezes at this moment.