There was blood splattered.

The bloodless sword pierced Deadwood's skull, and the Black Wind Knife sliced his body open.

Suddenly, Wu Feng quickly appeared in another direction, looking at the dead wood with cold eyes.

The wounds of the dead wood were wrapped around the scriptures, and no more blood was coming out, and his wounds were healed.

"Dead wood?

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, "Wonderful method." ”

Deadwood looked solemn, folded his hands and said: "The donor can solve the resentment in his heart? ”

Wu Feng hesitated, not because he was afraid, the other party asked him to slash and stab a sword, which meant that he didn't want to fight with Wu Feng. Although the exercises are wonderful, if you want to heal directly from such injuries, it will inevitably cause a lot of loss to yourself.

"It seems that as long as you are there, it will be difficult for me to pass. ”

Wu Feng spoke coldly, but he was very unwilling in his heart.

Deadwood said abruptly: "The donor is now in the great stage of transformation, if you understand yourself, the poor monk is difficult to be the opponent of the donor." Even now, the poor monk does not dare to win. It's just that the poor monk is just one of the unremarkable ones in the Western Continent, and if the donor continues to move forward, he hopes to think twice. ”

The half-emperor can be so strong, but he said this, naturally he was humble.

Not arrogant, not arrogant, not arrogant, not oppressive.

Wu Feng actually felt a very special feeling from this old monk's body, a feeling of emptiness.

No desire, no desire, no color, no phase.

"The Four Voids ......"

Wu Feng's tone was still cold, this should be a very accomplished level of cultivating Buddha.

Deadwood sighed: "The donor is really a person with wise roots, and he saw through the poor monk so quickly. ”

Wu Feng was angry again in his heart, and sneered: "What if I have to do it?"

Deadwood shook his head, "The poor monk doesn't want to see the lives ruined, even if it's just for the sake of the future, he is bound to stop the donor." ”

Wu Feng lifted the knife into the air, and with a muffled sound, the big knife changed, huge and amazing, and when the air fell, it slashed towards the dead wood. At the same time, the Ten Thousand Demon Heavenly Hell appeared again, and chains swooped down on the dead wood.

The dead wood's eyes were calm, and suddenly his own golden Buddha power was constantly changing, and his eyes were dead gray......

"Knock knock!"

There was a muffled noise all around, and dead trees fell in all directions, but if they touched the chains, they would turn into rotten and broken wood at the same time.

It was the heart of the dead wood, and the dead wood was gone.

Not only that, except for the bloodless sword, even the Black Wind Sword instantly turned into flying ashes.

Wu Feng's body leaned back, and in an instant, the bloodless sword technique slashed towards the dead wood like a torrential rain.

The dead wood was as motionless as a mountain, and a string of Buddhist beads in his hand had already blocked in front of him, and in the empty space in the center, a terrifying devouring force appeared, absorbing all the dense bloodless sword shadows.

Ten Thousand Demon Hell!

Wu Feng drank violently, and the ground on all sides was like an earth dragon roaring, constantly stretching the soil, and rushing towards the dead wood like thunder.

The dead wood looked motionless, and the withered trees surrounded him, constantly colliding with the chains, erupting into an astonishing aftermath.

Wu Feng landed directly in front of the dead wood, and the moment he reached out, the Yin Yang Soul Star continued to rush towards the dead wood.

In an instant, Wu Feng's hands were wrong again, and a huge Yin Yang Soul Star appeared, and the black line in the center shattered the space, once again enveloping the dead wood.

Deadwood's eyes narrowed slightly, and he finally became afraid.

"Bang!"

The Yin Yang Soul Star shattered the dead wood body in an instant.

But then, Wu Feng looked in another direction, and the dead wood had reappeared, leaving only a piece of wood chips in the place where it was broken.

"The donor is really very comparable. ”

The sound of dead wood was like a bell, and a towering tree appeared behind him, which was also a dead tree, but there were a few green shoots on the dead tree pole.

"One hit to win or lose, can you?!"

Deadwood snorted, "If the poor monk is lucky, please ask the donor to leave." ”

"Come!"

Wu Feng roared, the Black Wind Knife reappeared, and the moment it intertwined with the Bloodless Sword, the sword intent and the sword intent were instantly fused together.

"Boom!"

Wu Feng swung his sword, the sword shadow turned into a dragon, roared in the air, and crashed into the dead wood with a bang.

"Dead wood is free, and the shape is immortal. ”

The whole person of the dead wood was like a dead tree, and the towering tree behind him quickly collided with Wu Feng.

The dragon shadow smashed into the towering tree and went straight to the dead wood.

On the side of the dead wood's body, he slammed out with a punch, colliding with the dragon shadow.

The earth-shattering blow is powerful.

Wu Fengfei withdrew from a distance, and the corners of his mouth continued to drip blood, while the dead wood was standing in place, and blood continued to flow out of his mouth and nose.

Dead wood's right arm drooped weakly, and blood continued to drip on the ground, splashing blood flowers, but his eyes looked at Wu Feng, "You retreated, it was the poor monk who was slightly better." ”

Wu Feng's hands trembled, the Black Wind Sword and the Bloodless Remnant Sword slowly fell behind him, restrained by chains, and said coldly: "What are you for?"

If it is a death battle, he Wu Feng has the strength to kill the dead wood, but the price will be very large.

"A future. ”

Deadwood whispered, "The poor monk does all this just for a future. ”

Wu Feng sneered: "You would actually believe me as an outsider?"

Deadwood shook his head and said: "I don't believe it rashly, the poor monk has already said that you come from suffering, and you should go to the sweetness." There are not many things that you can make yourself happy in your life, and in your hands, from your eyes, the poor monk has seen too much. ”

"In the face of such a powerful evil force, you can still maintain a trace of good thoughts, all of which is enough to prove that you will do those impossible things. ”

When the words fell, Deadwood said again: "Your way is in line with my Buddha's ascetic way." ”

The body is bitter, the body is bitter, and the heart is bitter!

Bitterness comes sweetly, and it is as sweet as food.

Wu Feng's eyes became more and more gloomy, he disfigured his appearance, this is the form of suffering, cutting off his arm, gouging out his eyes and breaking his tongue, this is the body suffering, everyone betrays his relatives and leaves, this is the heart of suffering!

"You are not an ascetic, but you have experienced everything that an ascetic should have. ”

Deadwood spoke again, "There are thousands of avenues, and different paths lead to the same end." You are not a Buddha, but you are already a Buddha. Buddha is for everyone in the world, but it has been privatized by some authoritarians. ”

The elephant is invisible, and the Buddha has no specific form.

People have good and evil, and Buddhas also have good and evil. It would be unwise to only use the Buddha as a judge and overturn everything.

That's all the dead wood told Wu Feng.

"As a Buddha, you believe me, it really makes me feel ridiculous. ”

Although Wu Feng understands these truths, he still doesn't fully believe them.

Deadwood smiled and said, "You don't believe in poor monks, it's also common sense." Then you should understand that people in this world, whether they are demons, humans and demons, there are always different people. Perhaps, some people have encountered evil people in their lives, but you can't conclude that all human nature is the same because of his affairs, can you?"

"Everything I have experienced is only a confirmation of one of the worldly truths, but it cannot represent the whole story. It is not advisable to spread false rumors, spread rumors and believe rumors, and it is a small act. ”

Wu Feng said coldly: "I will come again." ”

Deadwood bowed, "At that time, the poor monk will be waiting for you here." ”

"Continue to stop me?"

Wu Feng raised his head, his eyes gloomy, "If you don't fight me to the death today, you will regret it in the future." ”

Deadwood shook his head, "At that time, the poor monk will just wait for the master. Friends or foes will also depend on you. ”

Wu Feng glanced at the dead wood deeply, "Very good, see you in the future!"

Deadwood stood up in front of him with one palm and bowed slightly, "Amitabha, good, good." ”

Wu Feng left, he had to rush back to the central place, there was dead wood here, as long as there was another half-Buddha, he couldn't fight again, and it would be difficult to protect himself.

"Seeing nature with a clear mind, understanding is reasonable. ”

Deadwood muttered to himself, quietly watching Wu Feng's figure disappear into the sky.

"A trace of kindness is there, the spiritual platform is not extinguished, and there is still hope for everything. ”

"When you come back in the future, the poor monk will indeed be waiting here. ”

Deadwood's eyes drooped, his body made a crisp cracking sound, and in an instant, his body kept changing, and his legs had turned into roots.

"The ferocity is too strong. ”

Deadwood sighed lightly, evil qi continued to rush out of his body, and in an instant, his entire body shattered and turned into a huge deadwood.

On top of the dead wood, green shoots bloom, bringing a piece of life.

It's a pity that he can no longer heal his injuries, and he turns into a dead tree standing in the world.

If you don't fight in person, you will never know how strong the evil qi on Wu Feng's body is, and at their level, once they can't get rid of it in time, they will have a threat to their lives. Deadwood knew very well that after he forcibly took Wu Feng's first blow, he was already doomed to defeat.

The wind blows, the dead branches sway, and the fresh green shoots seem to symbolize the continuation of life.