Everyone froze.

Fang Cai burst into tears, and the bell just hung down the light curtain to cover Yan Fei.

Now the whole tear bell has detained Wu Neng in it.

Looking at Yan Fei again, he picked up the nine-eared Zen staff like crazy and blasted at the tearful bell.

Bang bang, at least a dozen strokes, the bell rang so loudly that even those old men felt a little dizzy.

After a few breaths, Yan Fei poured Jian Yuan into the Nine-Eared Zen Staff, and he grabbed the Nine-Eared Zen Staff with both hands and poured all his anger into it.

Boom!

With a loud bang, in the shocked eyes of everyone, the Buddha Baodun tear bell was cracked by Yan Fei's staff.

"The bitter sea is boundless, turning back is the shore, and I, Yan Fei, want to break through the south wall. ”

Everyone looked at this scene in a daze, and the tearful bell shattered into three petals, and the Wu Neng inside appeared in front of everyone.

Let's look at Wu Neng.

It's not a tragic word that can be described.

Wu Neng's Divine Soul Realm is incomparable to Yan Fei, Yan Fei has endured two tear bell impacts, and he is a little unstable.

Wu Neng was directly detained by the tear bell.

More than a dozen violent impacts, not to mention a tearful bell, even an ordinary bell, he couldn't stand it.

You know, the bells can't be dispersed inside, they are stacked back and forth, and that kind of power is immeasurable.

In the end, even the tear bell was shattered, not to say that it was enlightenment, but to detain the dead wood Buddha inside, I am afraid that I will have to report to the Buddha.

Poof, poof!

Wu Neng bleeds from the seven orifices, to be precise, the seven orifices spurt blood.

Two eyes, two ears, two nostrils, and a mouth, blood spurted out, and at the same time, blood was spilling out all over Wuneng's body, and blood was gushing out from all pores.

In an instant, the original golden light protector's comprehension energy had completely become a bloody person.

"Wu Neng"

"Senior Brother"

"Senior Brother"

The monks of Hokke Temple let out different shouts.

The face of the Deadwood Buddha was already difficult to see, and as a Buddha, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Yan Fei snorted coldly in his heart and said: "Hmph, I, Yan Fei, respect the Buddha, respect the morality advocated by the Buddha, what kind of Buddha are you? If the Buddha is like you, I, Yan Fei, would rather become a demon." ”

The atmosphere was instantly grim.

Several big monks rushed to Wu Neng's side.

Two of them turned around directly and looked at Yan Fei viciously: "The surname Yan, you are so ruthless." ”

"Yan Fei, your killing intent is too heavy, and the poor monk can't tolerate you. ”

At this moment, the people of Shushan were more proud.

If Wu Neng wins, it will inevitably make the world think that the Buddha Dao is stronger than the Immortal Dao, and now this ending is not bad, although the Ethereal Lingzi was defeated, but at least he is still alive, and the Ethereal Lingzi is only the third of the three masters sent by Shushan.

Wu Neng is not, he is the No. 1 seed player in Fahua Temple, and now he is directly in place.

Want to get your hands dirty?

Yan Fei was not afraid, the dragon pattern ancient sword was horizontal in front of him, facing the monks of Fahua Temple.

He understood that Wu Neng was only a disciple of Fahua Temple, and if these great monks did it, he would inevitably die today.

But what about death?

"Stop. ”

At this moment, Duan Wuya finally spoke.

As soon as he broke off, the monks of Fahua Temple were slightly stunned.

With their identities, they couldn't talk to Duan Wuya, so the monks looked at the Deadwood Buddha together.

The Deadwood Buddha's face was a little embarrassed.

"Amitabha, this Yan Fei killed Nian Mitian and killed Lao Gu's beloved disciple, Brother Duan must give Lao Gao an explanation, otherwise, I am afraid that the monks of Fahua Temple will not be able to accept it. ”

Duan Wuya didn't expect this to be the case.

I thought I would have a discussion, but I didn't expect Yan Fei to be really ruthless this time, and he just detained Wu Neng in the tear bell and shook him to death, and even the tear bell was shattered, this killing intent can be described as heavenly.

But the more this is the case, the more optimistic Duan Wuya is about Yan Fei.

The final victory or defeat of the Three Dao Martial Arts Ceremony is the first place.

Duan Wuya's face sank.

"Confess, if I'm not mistaken, Wu Neng came out to challenge Yan Fei by himself, right?"

The Deadwood Buddha's face changed slightly, and he naturally understood that they were not reasonable.

"Amitabha, it's common to compete and challenge, compete in the arena, life and death depend on the sky, how can the old man not know, but this is not a fighting platform, then Yan Fei has already broken the tear bell of Wu Neng, why do you still want to kill the killer?" Duan Wuya said with a cold face: "The tear bell rang three times, didn't Wu Neng move the killing intent? Buddha Tao has always prided himself on having mercy on all sentient beings, paying attention to sweeping the floor without hurting the lives of ants, and cherishing the moth gauze lamp, Wu Neng pre-put Yan Fei to death today, if the tears three times cost Yan Fei's life, dead wood, you will."

Give me an explanation?"

The dead wood was suddenly speechless, everyone saw it clearly, and the third ring of the tearful bell had been issued.

"You, you" Deadwood Buddha even Amitabha forgot to say.

At this moment, the junior disciple of the Deadwood Buddha said in a deep voice: "Hmph, what kind of thing is this surnamed Yan, a nameless and nameless mountain village child, how does it compare with my Buddha's beloved disciple?"

Hearing this, Duan Wuya said angrily: "Stop, it seems that this kind of thing shouldn't come out of the mouths of people in your Buddhism, right? Why, in the eyes of the monks of your Fahua Temple, people should also be distinguished from high and low?"

The old monk knew that he was wrong in his words, but he didn't expect Duan Wuya's attitude to be so tough.

"Old, old man is not, not that. ”

Duan Wuya's words made the murderous aura in Yan Fei's heart dilute a little.

No matter what Duan Wuya's purpose is, what he said is still a little meaningful.

At this moment, the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect were about to walk out, but they were stopped by the head Ziling Zhenren.

"Master, this kid surnamed Yan is too crazy, the disciple will teach him a lesson. ”

Ziling Zhenren's face changed and said: "Don't come nonsense, our purpose is to win the Three Dao Martial Arts Ceremony, you are the first person in my Sword Sect, don't do it rashly." ”

"But these three martial arts ceremonies can't be opened, and they are stirred up like this by such a Yan Fei. ”

The people of Leiyin Temple are also ready to move.

Although Wu Neng is not a monk of Leiyin Temple, he represents Buddhism after all.

As a result, he was stopped by the same Chiba Buddha.

"Jue Nian, you are similar to the strength of Wu Neng, Wu Neng is dead, and I am afraid you will not be able to take advantage of it when you go out. ”

Jue Nian is the No. 1 seed in Lei Yin Temple. He is ranked fourth on the talent list.

Jue Nian said with a calm face: "Amitabha, master, this Yan Fei has clearly provoked my Buddha's way, if you don't give him some color, this breath, the disciple can't swallow it." ”

At this moment, the top ten people on the talent list are holding their breath.

But they also have a great sense of pressure and crisis in their hearts, and they have to weigh it, if they fight with Wu Neng, can they win?

Wu Neng is the seventh person on the talent list, and that was five years ago.

As for the remaining hundreds of finalists, they didn't dare to think about it at all, especially when they saw Yan Fei's ruthlessness. Things have developed to this point, and in desperation, Duan Wuya had no choice but to postpone the Three Dao Martial Arts Ceremony by one day.