Seeing that the Golden Buddha was coming, Pan Long jumped up, and the human knife was one, slashing towards the Golden Buddha.

The light in the sky has dissipated, and the overwhelming power and pressure have long been gone, and the golden Buddha that is about to fall on the river and hit the wooden row is much weaker than the previous golden giant palm and the giant of light.

But it is at least more than ten zhang high, and when it falls, it can at least crush a few wooden rows directly.

The giant dragon formed by Pan Long hooking the river with his sword qi has also disappeared without a trace, and the formation of the sect has collapsed, and only that sword light has risen from the surface of the river.

Even because the vitality of heaven and earth has been suppressed by the "Buddha moving mountains and rivers", only a small circle around it can be triggered, this spatula is only two or three feet wide, no more than a zhang long, and it looks like a white horse.

With a white horse to fight against the golden Buddha who is more than ten zhang, even if you don't know martial arts, you can see how big the gap between the two sides is.

The spectators shook their heads, and in their hearts they had already sentenced the figure who jumped up from the river to meet the battle.

The Pai sect was heartbroken and hated for their incompetence.

If it weren't for the fact that they couldn't stop the infiltration of the invisible shock and were broken into a big formation, why would Pan Long do this kind of thing of using his mantis arm as a car!

He Dazhi gritted his teeth and didn't let the tears flow.

A manly man, you can't be weak when you die, and you can't let the enemy see the joke!

Just then, something suddenly occurred to him.

(Brother Pan helped us fight against a strong enemy, and I haven't thanked him yet!)

(No, this man must have come to our sect, he was caught up in the battle between our sect and the enemy, and he was killed by the pond fish.) I should have apologized to him first!)

(Damn! I He Dazhi has been happy and comfortable all my life, although I am not a good person, but at least I have never been sorry for those who were good to me, how did I die to the end, but I even forgot to apologize and thank the people who risked my life to help me!)

(Hateful!I can't look at it even if I die!)

His eyes were round, and the corners of his eyes were almost cracked, but his body, which was still suppressed by the aftermath of the Buddha's shaking mountains and rivers, still couldn't do anything.

(I'm sorry...... Whether it is an apology or a thanks, it can only be said until Jiuquan is under Jiuquan. ）

(No! Under the fart Jiuquan! People like me will be sent directly to hell by ghosts, Brother Pan has done good deeds and accumulated virtue in his life, he must be a guest in the underworld, what chance do I have to apologize and thank him?)

Thinking of this, he became more and more resentful, and he was so angry that his whole body was about to explode.

Pan Long's cicada wing knife is already close to the Golden Buddha.

Suddenly, Pan Long's heart flashed like lightning, and a thought flashed.

(Shouldn't I have slashed behind the Golden Buddha?)

This thought came too quickly, in a flash, and in a hurry, he didn't have time to change his knife position.

With a slash, the Golden Buddha collapsed, followed by an old monk with white hair, with a sinister face, his left hand standing on his chest, and his right hand slapped with a palm.

Pan Long finally understood what was going on in his thoughts at that moment just now, and he finally realized that he had made a great mistake because of his insufficient combat experience.

The Golden Buddha seems to be mighty, but in fact it is only the power of the old monk's palm, not an entity.

The knife slashed the Golden Buddha and broke the opponent's palm power, but the other party himself was still there, and he was even unscathed.

So, what happens next?

Don't even think about it!

After all, he is too young, even if he has many adventures, he still has not enough experience in life and death fighting, especially the experience of fighting with such a big master, it is too little and too little.

So at that moment just now, even though he had realized the problem, it was too late to change his moves.

His correct approach should be to use the sword light to slash the Golden Buddha, leaving the remaining strength on the blade, ready to fight with the opponent's fists and feet.

But at this moment, he realized that in addition to his lack of experience, the most important thing was his lack of strength.

If he chose to cut the Golden Buddha with a knife just now, it was likely that he would not be able to cut it at all, and the result was that he was bombarded into the river by the Golden Buddha with a knife, and then the Golden Buddha continued to fall, smashing the wooden row and the platoon on the wooden row.

After all, the difference in strength between the two sides is obvious, and the other party goes all out to make a trick, and he can only choose to cut the Golden Buddha with a knife without the help of the Great Array and the water potential of the Tongtian River.

Therefore, he just had a thought in his heart, not a temporary change of trick because of intuition.

His choice is not wrong, if you have to say that he has any mistakes, the mistake is that he is wrong, he does not have the ability to rely on his own strength, sword light to cut the golden Buddha, blade battle old monk.

The heart is more than enough, the strength is insufficient, and there is nothing to be done!

Pan Long also flashed a trace of doubt in the eyes of the old monk.

Seeing the other party's sword slashing the golden Buddha, the "reclining Buddha" was a little surprised.

That's not right!

In the face of his full blow, the platoon formation has been broken, isn't the right choice of the other party to bypass the Golden Buddha in front and attack himself behind the Golden Buddha?

The other party's strength is not weak, he must be a master who has been secretly cultivated for many years, how could he make such a mistake?

Then, he saw Pan Long's face.

Although he has a beard on his face, it seems to be quite powerful at first glance, but with his eyesight, he can see at a glance that Pan Long is at most in his twenties, and he is not a "master who has been secretly cultivated for many years" at all.

What's more, Pan Long has a righteous face, and even exudes the light of merit on his body, which is not an evil person at all.

He was suddenly even more surprised.

Pai Jiao straddles black and white, but in fact, it is more inclined to green forests. Although they don't do things like robbing homes and houses, killing people and stealing goods, many of the spells in the sect are relatively evil and vicious, and in order to cultivate these spells, they will inevitably do some bad things. And using these spells to hurt people can easily affect the innocent.

Therefore, in the whole Pai Jiao, the top of the sky is not so bad, or not bad or bad. If you want to find someone who does good deeds and accumulates virtue so that she can exude the light of merit on his body, let alone now, even if he goes back to the beginning of the establishment of Paijiao, he can't find one!

The person who is wielding a knife at this moment to meet him must not be a person in the platoon!

(Did I call the wrong person?)

He couldn't help but feel a shake in his heart, and immediately wanted to stop.

Although he is a royal shadow guard, he is also a Buddhist monk after all. Although he used the Divine Palm to kill people, he usually cultivated more after all, it was still the compassionate Shakya Palm.

Even if he is fighting to the death with Pai Jiao, he doesn't want to kill innocents indiscriminately.

But another thought flashed through his mind.

(The wooden platoon below is indeed a platoon.) ）

(My cultivation of the Buddha's mountains and rivers has not yet been completed, and I can stop at this moment, at most, I will be able to prevent myself from becoming a wasted person, but I will definitely lose the opportunity to defeat the wooden platoon and kill the platoon sect.) ）

(No, even if you lose the opportunity, you can't kill innocents indiscriminately!)

Thinking of this, he had to retract his strength.

But at this moment, another thought flashed through him.

(Since this person has helped Paijiao, he is an enemy of the imperial court!)

Realizing this, he was murderous in his heart, suppressed the Dharma he usually cultivated, and drove compassion out of the clouds.

Since he is an enemy of the imperial court, he is not innocent!

As a shadow guard of the imperial court, he has a heavy responsibility, in order to maintain the law of the imperial court and the stability of the world, even if he is innocent, he must be killed!

Even if the other party is a meritorious person who has done good deeds and accumulated merits, so what?

Whoever helps the platoon, it should be killed!

As a result, his eyes became cold and firm, full of determination.

(If the old man does this evil thing, he will surely fall into hell and will not be able to turn over.) ）

(However, I don't regret it!)

In an instant, Pan Long saw that his eyes changed and changed, and finally looked at him coldly, and a trace of apology was fleeting, turning into emotionless ferocity.

That palm fell lightly, through the sword qi that had already collapsed, and penetrated through the flaw that Pan Long didn't have time to retract, as if it slapped on his chest without any power.

But Pan Long was not directly blasted away as when he was hit by a huge force.

Instead, his body defended itself in the air.

He clearly felt that an unimaginably huge force poured into his body with the power of his palm, crushing the resistance of the True Qi in his body, and he was about to completely explode in his body.

Once this power erupts, no matter how strong his body is, there is only one way to die!

In an instant, the thought in his heart flickered, but his body suddenly disappeared.

In the illusory world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, Pan Long's figure emerged.

As soon as he appeared, his face was flushed, and blood spurted out from his eyes, nose, mouth, ears, and even skin pores all over his body, and the whole person almost became a bloody person.

But something strange happened, and even though he was so badly injured, he was still alive.

After the complete integration of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, this "Gap World" between the world of Kyushu and the world of the Classic of Mountains and Seas is still illusory, and it still cannot be used to store things, but compared to before, there has been a huge change.

Here, its owner is real.

This means that he can both cultivate and heal here.

Of course, there is a lack of Heaven and Earth Vitality here, and the effect of cultivation must be very poor, and the effect of healing is also very average.

If it were Zhao Sheng back then, who fled back here with serious injuries, it was likely that he would only die here, and there would be no way to recover from his injuries.

But Pan Long is different, even if he is so seriously injured that he can't even lift a finger, he won't die.

He's got a character panel from the game!

Even if there was only the last bit of breath left, as long as he didn't die on the spot, he would be able to recover.

And...... It doesn't even take long.

He lay in a pool of his own blood, stilling himself and waiting, while thinking about what to do.

When he recovers from his injuries and returns to the world of Kyushu, it should still be just a moment.

The old monk should still be in front of him, still fighting with his life and death. Kill him, or be killed by him.

...... No, he gave himself too much face, it's just that people unilaterally want to kill him.

So, where are his chances of victory?

What did he have to do so that he didn't get killed by the old monk, but came over and killed the other party?

He fell into deep thought.

I don't know how long it took, but he sat up from the pool of blood.

The injuries on his body have fully recovered, although he still looks covered in blood, very embarrassed and hideous, but he has recovered to the point where he can barely make a move with people.

Then, he took out some medicine and took it.

There is no Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi here, but he can take medicine.

Having inherited the treasure of dragon slaying, the last thing he lacks is a panacea.

In order to cultivate a successor who can inherit his last wish and correct Zhao Sheng's mistakes for him, Wen Chao has stockpiled a large number of medicines in the past thousand years.

The effect of the elixir was indeed extraordinary, and in just a moment, Pan Long's true qi had completely recovered.

Not only that, but he even felt that the breath in his body had become mellow and transparent, and there was no longer the slightest uncontrollable part.

As soon as the thought moves, the true qi will change like an arm and a finger, changing with your heart.

That's not the effect of the "do what you want" mental method, but that he has really improved, and he has really been able to completely control his true qi by relying only on instinct.

"My mental method has improved another level?" he tried to condense his true qi with his exercises, and then his eyes lit up.

True Qi was quickly condensed, and it soon surpassed its previous limit.

In the past, it was impossible to achieve what you could not achieve by simply "doing what you want", but now it is easy to achieve it.

"Do you mean ......?"

He muttered to himself, closing his eyes.

The aura emanating from his body slowly calmed down, becoming more and more peaceful, but also fainter and weaker, and finally disappeared completely, and he could no longer feel it.

When he opened his eyes again, not to mention the momentum of the deep mountains, even the essence light generated by the cultivation of internal strength in his eyes dissipated without a trace.

Now he looks like an ordinary young man, nothing more than a rough appearance, a little sturdy, and he looks probably powerful, just like a young man who can be seen in the Northland.

Pan Long couldn't help but laugh.

"Great! I'm finally back to basics!"

Breaking through the realm is gratifying, but what is even more gratifying is not just breaking through the realm.

The breakthrough of the realm made his strength improve again, and also gave him a few more chances of winning when facing the old monk.

At least...... From ten deaths and no life, to nine deaths and one life.

He closed his eyes again, recalling the battle and thinking about what he should do.

From the beginning of the old monk's sneak attack, the entire battle process was like a movie replay, slowly flowing through his heart.

At every turn, he rethinks and studies what to do better.

I don't know how long it took for him to open his eyes again, this time, with composure and confidence.

"It's only one shot, but ...... According to my research on him, this blow, I have a good chance!"

After thinking and researching just now, he had already figured out the old monk's shooting habits, and he could even accurately judge how the old monk would respond when he returned to the Kyushu world.

In other words, at least in the first move of the two sides to meet again, he has a chance of winning!

Although it was probably just a chance of a knife, although after this knife, the old monk's reaction changed more, and he couldn't calculate it. But the clash of masters is enough to decide life and death in an instant.

As long as this knife can work, then he will be able to cut the opponent under the knife, and there will be no "subsequent changes" at all.