Chapter 369 Everything is inferior, only reading is high!

Xue Ayabo only felt that these words touched the most sacred place in her heart, and made her whole person shrouded in a magical state!

At the same time, the fast, swift Buddha beads in front of her began to change differently!

"Not necessarily!"

A sentence like a yellow warbler out of the water, from her mouth!

At the same time, her sword moves began to get weird!

Although the wick monk felt that the two were still competing in the same way, he was still able to meet all her attacks, but her own attacks, every time she seemed to be able to predict them in advance!

"What kind of demon is this?"

The wick monk was shocked, but soon he calmed down, and said disdainfully at the corner of his mouth, "Even if it's a demon law? Don't forget, the poor monk is a Buddhist person, and he has always been afraid of the Buddha, how can there ever be a Buddha who is afraid of the demon?"

"Please have the golden body of the Buddha!"

After the wick monk finished speaking, his body suddenly shone with golden light, and the whole person seemed to be coated with a layer of gold dust!

And his Buddha beads are also plated with a layer of gold dust!

Under the blessing of this gold powder, the slight advantage that Xue Ayabo had originally established was eaten away in an instant!

"If you have the means, don't you allow the poor monk to have magic? Female benefactor, the poor monk is going to make you ambushed today!"

At this time, Li Mengyang spit out poetry again!

"The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon!"

These two poems read by Li Mengyang undoubtedly represent a state of mind, the art of Confucianism and Taoism, good at resisting rather than attacking!

What he wants is for Xue Ayabo to calm down, give full play to the expertise of Confucianism and Taoism, and his state of mind is like water, even if his Xuan power is not enough, relying on the defensive characteristics of Confucianism and Taoism to drag him to death!

Although Li Mengyang has been reciting various Confucian sayings since he was a child, he also knows the core ideas of Confucianism.

However, he thinks more that Confucianism is still defensive!

Endure!

Throughout the history of the Chinese people, Confucianism has indeed enlightened people's minds, but in fact, how can it not enslave people's minds?

And the reason why Li Mengyang feels that Confucianism is good and not offensive is mainly because he understands the thoughts of the Chinese people who are enslaved by Confucianism!

You come to hit me, I take a step back, there is no way to retreat, one more step back!

I can think of any way to endure!

Only when the beaten one is really no way back, will he rise up and fight back!

And what Li Mengyang wants for the time being is for Xue Ayabo to stabilize his state of mind first!

The transmission of Confucian breath really made Xue Ayabo's attack start to stabilize!

But this situation of losing the fierce attack just now, in the eyes of the wick monk, it was Xue Ayabo who had already begun to lose his power!

"What's wrong? Do you feel like you're powerless?"

"Hehe, but the poor monk just feels it now!"

"It's just that it's useless for you to beg for mercy now!"

As soon as the words fell, the wick monk's Buddha bead attack began to become more and more aggressive, and it became more and more sharp!

On the other hand, Xue Ayabo lost the momentum he had just now, and only defense remained, and in the end, even the defense was a little stretched!

The head of the Sun family over there had also adapted to his eyes at this time, and when he saw this scene, he was finally relieved!

"Hehe, waste is waste, and you still want to compete for the place of protector? How can waste be qualified to compete for the Protector?"

"Give it to you, and you won't be able to take it!"

"Is it the head of the Wang family?"

As he spoke, he leaned back on the chair, and even his feet were on the back of the chair, looking leisurely!

However, at this moment, Li Mengyang's physical temperament changed again!

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming......

Hearing this, Xue Ayabo's heart was touched again, and her eyes hidden under the veil showed momentary fluctuations!

"The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a meteor......

If you say first

At the time of the sentence, Li Mengyang's voice was still in a low tone, but in this second sentence, the voice was completely different, as if it was a big river going east, and it seemed that the waves were sloping down from the top of the mountain!

"Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!"

This sentence, Li Mengyang's voice is domineering and murderous!

"Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your body and name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Torano, the five mountains are light......"

After that, Li Mengyang's voice was like mercury pouring on the ground, all in one go!

On the other hand, Xue Ayabo's original submissive sword moves suddenly became sharp, aggressive, and aggressive!

The sword moves are getting faster and faster, faster and faster, and they have completely exceeded the limit of speed, and it seems to be endless!

「…… The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, Baishou Taixuan Sutra!" Z.br>

As Li Mengyang's last word landed, Xue Ayabo's long sword slashed through a dazzling light, and the entire long sword seemed to carry countless suns, slashing through the limitations of space and time, and swept through!

After the sword has passed, the flag has stopped!

Xue Ayabo put away his sword, his body shook a few times, and he was a little physically exhausted!

The wick monk still had a frightened expression on his face, and he stood there motionless!

The original vigorous Buddha beads also returned to their normal size, and when they fell to the ground with a thud!

All of them held their breath, not knowing what was really going on.

Because the final attack just now was so fast, they couldn't see what was happening at all.

The wick monk's eyes widened in horror were full of disbelief!

He remembered that he had heard someone say that if the sword was fast enough, he could hear the sound of blood spurting out of his throat, like the sound of the wind, which was very good!

He always thought it was!

All the hell's blood spurted out of the throat, everyone was dead, and the wind was a fart, and it was a fart!

But today he really heard it!

Therefore, at this time, blood spurted out of his throat like a spring, really like the sound of the wind, very good!

It's just that......

Unexpectedly, the first time he heard it, it was his own blood!

With a plop, the wick monk's heavy body fell into the ring with a loud bang!

This loud bang obviously hit the ground, but it seemed to hit everyone's hearts!

Shocked, frightened, unbelievable!

Especially the head of the Sun family, his originally comfortable body stood up all of a sudden, and his mouth kept saying, "No, it's impossible! It can't ......."

It's just that no one answered him, because the corpses on the ground had already handed over the answers!

Although the head of the Lan family didn't see what was going on, he knew that all this happened when Li Mengyang started to read poetry!

So he stared at Li Mengyang and said, "Boy, no one has ever told you not to make a sound when others are competing?"

Li Mengyang said with a smile: "This is fresh, can't I suddenly become poetic? I think that when they hear me reading poetry, they should stop immediately and not delay me reading poetry!"

"If that's the case, then the bald donkey doesn't have to die! That's the price of disrespecting the reader!"

"You ......"

The blood of the Lan family's main family is surging, mud horse, you are a big man who does not learn and has no skills, you are embarrassed to say that you are prosperous in poetry, and in terms of your virtue, you say that you are beastly and I believe in it, and you read poetry......

I don't believe it when I hit my head on the belly of the Qinglou woman!