It was the end of October, on the border of Luozhou, the cold wind was howling and the snow was fluttering.

On the empty plain, Mu Yi and Xuanwu Mi stood outside.

It's a battle of life and death!

"Dominate this person and stand up, his swordsmanship attainments are extremely high, and his strength is incomparable, his physique is strong, and the long sword in his palm is even more of a divine weapon, extremely sharp, and at the same time, his swordsmanship is said to have the effect of solidifying thinking, and he has also practiced three points of vitality, light skills, fists and legs!"

"To kill him, I have to strike quickly and catch him by surprise, and at the same time distract him in an instant, so that he can't use that sword, and he will kill with one blow!"

Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, a hundred battles are invincible, Shaolin has collected information about Xiongba, including his life, martial arts, character, and even the situation of his battle with Sword Greed and Huangying, Shaolin Temple did not know from what channel to get detailed information.

Therefore, Xuanwu is very clear about the advantages and disadvantages of Muyi's martial arts.

"If the Shaolin Temple dares to intercept me, it must be very clear about the characteristics of my martial arts, and I have made corresponding arrangements, but I don't know anything about this monk, and I can only guess his martial arts based on his breath and physical characteristics, which is tricky."

Mu Yi drew his sword in his hand and waited concentratingly, "The Xuanwu monk has a tall skeleton, tight muscles all over his body, and a mellow breath. His palms are wide and his flesh cocoons are very thick, he must have cultivated the Mighty Vajra Palm, and I am also familiar with these martial arts, but these stunts in the Heavenly Dragon World can never be compared to Fengyun'......

Rumble!

Just thinking about it, suddenly, Mu Yi felt a shock to the ground under his feet, in his sight, the Xuanwu Great Monk's face was hideous, his body was swollen and swollen, his body was pale gold, and his breath was wild, like a wild bear pounced, rushing wildly!

His steps were a little bulky, but lightning fast in a flash!

In an instant, he came to Mu Yi!

"The Great Shift!"

Mu Yi saw at a glance the method used by Xuanwu, and he was just about to retreat.

I saw that a pair of thick giant palms glowing with metallic brilliance filled all my vision!

"The light of the Buddha shines!"

The next moment, a huge roar like thunder exploded in his ears, shaking his eyes bloodshot and his head blank.

At the same time, the dark golden giant palm that filled his vision suddenly bloomed with dazzling Buddha light, and his eyes flowed straight down his eyes.

The Great Movement Method, the Mighty Vajra Palm, the Buddha's Lion Roar, the Vajra is not bad, and the Buddha's light shines!

In just an instant, Xuanwu used the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, which was simply appalling!

"Good monk!"

Mu Yi let out a loud shout, endured his physical discomfort, and suddenly put his true qi in his eyes, opened his eyes, and barely saw the trajectory of the heavy giant palms.

I saw that the Xuanwu monk was like a pair of palms poured with gold and iron, one palm slapped at Mu Yi's head, and the other palm hit his heart!

Xuanwu took the lead, his advantages were fully displayed, and his true qi was stronger than Mu Yi, and the big body movement method was also faster than Mu Yi.

The palms are powerful and heavy, and they come in an instant, and there is no way to avoid them!

"There is no time!"

Mu Yi's deep voice sounded in the dazzling Buddha light.

Ignoring the wails coming from every cell in his body, he also used the Great Movement Technique, bursting with Qi all over his body, and with the True Qi that was as heavy as the sea, he forcibly swooped upward, forcibly avoiding the palm that hit his head.

Moreover, a phantom of the Hong Bell was formed in an instant, enveloping Mu Yi inside!

At the same time, the long sword in his palm was silently handed out, smearing it towards Xuanwu's neck!

The Tao has no years, it is the peerless school on the other side, the sword of time. The sword of Dacheng can ignore time and space, and the sword is everywhere.

Mu Yi can't do this at the moment, but there is a great scientist in Blue Star who said that when the speed exceeds the speed of light, time can be reversed.

Mu Yi realized this point, so he realized a trace of the mystery of the Tao without time.

His sword has no other characteristics, only fast!

When the speed is so fast that the thinking and the Tao can't react, they touch

Spacetime!

This is Mu Yi's understanding, and it is also the concept of his sword.

This is a sword that exchanges life for life, and Mu Yi hopes that he can use this to force the Xuanwu monk to change his moves and retreat.

The Great Monk of Xuanwu sensed this sword, but he couldn't dodge it, and he didn't want to dodge!

The horror of the hero, he knows very well, this time, he can take the lead and force the hero to fight for his life, which is the extreme, if he changes his moves, the attack and defense will change shape in an instant!

At that time, he will not be sure that he will be able to kill the hero.

"Phew!"

At the moment of crisis, the Xuanwu Great Monk vomited like thunder, and the skin on his neck suddenly glowed with a rich metallic luster, and at the same time, his head leaned back suddenly, and the huge pulling force almost broke his cervical vertebrae.

He hoped to reduce the damage caused by Mu Yi's sword.

Bang!

Like the dull sound of a mallet drumming sounded, Mu Yi could clearly feel that his ribs, internal organs, and dantian were completely shattered almost instantly!

At the same time, his body lifted off the ground, and he was pushed backwards by the terrifying force on his chest.

"Die!"

But at this moment, Mu Yi's eyes were fierce, and the tip of the divine sword in his hand was like a tofu, passing through the neck of the great monk Xuanwu.

His golden and iron-like skin can't even play a role in blocking it!

Rumble!

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground sounded, Mu Yi lay on his back on the ground and gulped blood, his chest was completely sunken, and his eyes did not have a trace of brilliance, extremely dim, but he held the sword very tightly and tightly!

"Careless, Buddhism, it's really unfathomable!"

Mu Yi smiled bitterly in his heart, this time, he really stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, and his injuries were so serious that if there was no miracle, he would definitely die!

And his journey is coming to an end.

"Good sword! Good swordsmanship!"

When he was about to fall into a coma, Mu Yi's ears sounded with the exclamation of the Xuanwu Great Monk, which was like gold and iron.

The Xuanwu monk glanced at the ragdoll-like male tyrant in the distance, sat down cross-legged, and sang a Buddha horn, "Amitabha!"

Before the deep Zen Buddha name dissipated, the head of the great monk Xuanwu fell suddenly, and the sharp and heavy momentum on his body also dissipated abruptly.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, the old monk Huikong appeared beside Xuanwu, and he looked at the body of Xuanwu who was as quiet and peaceful as meditation with a sad gaze, and said as if he was sad and happy: "Xuanwu is dead for the Buddha, and he should be reborn in bliss."

Immediately, he glanced at the nameless one standing beside Mu Yi again, and impliedly admonished, "Nameless donor, the dispute between Buddhism and Taoism is a boundless sea of suffering, and I hope that the donor will not fall into a sea of suffering."

Nameless had already learned from Huikong's mouth the reason for the Buddhism's targeting of Xiongba, and he didn't care about Huikong's warning.

Instead, he first glanced at Mu Yi, who was covered in blood and was already unconscious, and then looked at Xuanwu, who had passed away, his eyes revealed unbearability and sadness, "Master, Buddha and Tao are people outside the world, why do you bother to come?"

"Out of the world?" Zen Master Huikong laughed, and there seemed to be boundless bitterness in his humble body, "The sea of suffering is boundless, who can transcend the world? Nameless benefactor, I hope you and I will not see each other on the battlefield."

Before the words fell, he leaned out with his right hand and galloped away in the direction of Shaolin Temple with the body of Xuanwu......

Nameless watched Zen Master Huikong go away, and after a while, he lowered his head, looked at Mu Yi, whose breath seemed to be nothing, and said sadly: "Brother Xiong, Mu is incompetent and can't save you."

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up Mu Yi and left.

But at this moment, a voice containing boundless cold qi sounded in Nameless's ears, "My junior, even if you step into the Yuan Shen Realm, you are still so incompetent."

As the voice approached, a figure wearing an ice mask appeared out of thin air in front of Nameless.

"Shakti!"

Seeing this figure, the nameless body suddenly straightened, as if facing a great enemy!

"It's this seat!"

Emperor Shakti ignored Nameless, but looked at Mu Yi lying on the ground, his eyes burning, as if he was sighing with joy

, the monster smiled and said, "Xiongba, good personality, good body, it's a pity that you can't live forever."

"What do you want to do?"

Nameless looked at Emperor Shakti like this, and infinite sword qi suddenly appeared around his body, ten thousand swords vertical and horizontal, covering a radius of hundreds of meters, forming a Senran Sword Domain!

"Do what?"

The face under Shakti's mask seemed to be smiling, "Of course it's to save him."

"You have such a good heart?"

Nameless eyes are vigilant, he doesn't believe in the words of Emperor Shakti at all, since the latter was born, he has been playing the world all day long, and he has not done a good thing, and listening to him say that he wants to save people at this time is tantamount to hearing the devil say that he wants to be good.

"On March 3 of the next year, take him to the island in the heart of the sea and help me slay the dragon."

Shakti stretched out his hand, which was as slender as an ice sculpture, and with a slight force of his nails, he pierced his finger belly, squeezing out a drop of red blood that radiated boiling heat like the cry of a phoenix, and flicked it into Mu Yi's mouth.

Then, leaving a word, it disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Dragon slaying?"

Nameless looked at the direction in which Shakti had disappeared, his face extremely solemn, "Dragon, is it really that powerful? Not even the Emperor Shakti?"

But now is not the time to think about this, but to take Xiongba to recuperate, he leaned over to pick up Xiongba, and disappeared into the wind and snow.

Dominating the sea, Mu Yi was going to communicate with the villain simulator and run away.

But suddenly, he felt a divine aura descending and nourishing his soul, and he was a little confused, but after a while, he found that he could sense his body again.

"What is this?"

Subconsciously looking inward, Mu Yi suddenly found that a drop of blood exuding rich heat and divine aura was circulating in this dilapidated body, repairing the damage of the body.

Immediately after, he heard the nameless murmur.

"Dragons? Shakti? Was it Shakti who saved me?"

Mu Yi was a little puzzled, what reason did Emperor Shakti have to save Xiongba?

"Dragons? Seven Martial Arts and Dragon Slayers?"

In a flash of inspiration, Mu Yi understood the motive of Emperor Shakti to save the hero, the dragon slayer must collect the seven divine weapons, and in the original plot, the Emperor's Silent Knife is also one of the seven martial arts.

But now, the silence was cut off by him, and the Imperial Shadow was also killed by him.

The Emperor probably wanted him to replace the Imperial Shadow.

As for whether Emperor Shakti had other calculations, Mu Yi couldn't guess.

And no matter whether the Emperor Shakti had other calculations or not, he didn't care, because he also wanted to contact the Emperor Shakti, after all, it was the phoenix blood that could bring the dead back to life, and he wanted it very much.

In the end, who will die depends on their respective means, anyway, this life is domineering, and it doesn't matter if you die.