Ye Xian stood in place, his right hand holding the black knife naturally drooping.

He could naturally feel that Monk Mingyuan's palm was taking advantage of the general trend of heaven and earth, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was as magnificent as Mount Tai.

This palm is divided into two sections, the process of Ming Yuan's ascension in the first section and the process of landing in the latter section are actually accumulating the general trend, which is the most terrifying place for people in the three sects.

Because the three sects and even the hundred schools of thought can more or less borrow the momentum of the Heavenly Dao.

However, Ye Xian on the official road raised his head slightly, and raised his eyes to look at the golden light that fell from the sky.

The golden light was like a thunderbolt descending from the sky, and Mount Tai rushed straight to Ye Xian.

Just as Monk Mingyuan said, he had planned from the beginning to let Ye Xian be melted under this palm, and the form and spirit would be destroyed and no longer exist.

It's just that Ye Xian just smiled slightly, and said casually:

"There is still something about Buddhism. ”

The speed of the golden light was extremely fast, and although it fell from the clouds, it was already less than five zhang away in just a few dozen breaths.

This palm is still five zhang away from the top of Ye Xian's head, so let Ye Xian do slowly sink within a radius of three zhang of the loess official road where Ye Xian is standing, which shows how strong the power of this palm is.

But even if he felt the palm wind of this palm so closely, even if Ye Xian knew that this palm would fall on the top of his head within five breaths at most, the young black knife master, who never played cards according to common sense and was even a little crazy and paranoid, was still as calm as water, and just used the black knife to start from the left side of his body, and simply drew a half-arc around his body.

Then he gently handed out that knife by drawing an arc of castration.

This knife does not have the so-called grandeur, and it can't even make the surrounding air vibrate, it looks like a basic knife that ordinary children swing at random when they practice knives, and there is no internal force attached to it.

But with such an imposing sword, it caught Ming Yuan's palm technique falling from the sky.

The tip of the knife touched Ming Yuan's golden palm, which was like the golden Buddha's hand with the golden body of the Buddha statue in the temple.

The position where the tip of the knife touched Ming Yuan's palm was Jinguang Dasheng, and it was even far greater than the huge movement generated when Ye Xian broke the sound wave formed by the golden bell with the knife just now.

The official road outside Jinling City was as bright as day for a while, and in the starry night of this month, it was simply a strange vision.

It's just strange that the sergeant who was keeping vigil in the city gate tower could even notice the brief flash of golden light just now, but at this time, such a big movement on the official road seemed to be not seen, and there was no response.

There is a Confucius Temple in Jinling City, the temple is dedicated to the Confucian saint, the Confucius Temple is not far away from the Qinhuai River, which is known as the Qinhuai Eight Scenes, the Qinhuai River sings at night, the scholars are romantic, and the beauties dance with music, but this scene only highlights the romance of the Qinhuai River for three points, and seven points are naturally covered by the so-called Qinhuai Bayan, but this kind of romance is not enough for outsiders.

There is a stall selling wontons on the riverside, a simple shed is propped up on the stall to protect from the wind and rain, the owner of the wonton seller is a plainly dressed but very clean old man, the beard is white, but it looks like it is not the age of the sixtieth year, the old man at this time looked at the direction outside the gate of Jinling City for some reason, and even the wontons that have been cooked in the pot are ignored, let them float in the pot.

Outside the city gate, there are fifty miles away from here, and even the officers and soldiers of the city gate tower can't see the scene as bright as day, how can the old man see it?

It's just that the old man has been staring at that direction for a long time with a small half column of incense, and he hasn't moved, but fortunately, it is night at this time, and there is no one on the stall, and the surrounding visitors are looking for flowers and asking willows, and their minds are pinned on the many Oiran on the phoenix boat, but no one cares about the old man who sells wontons so stunned, but the poor bowl of wontons in the pot with thin skin and big filling is boiled into a pot of soup.

The old man in the distance stared at the time when there was a small half-pillar of incense outside the city, naturally because Monk Mingyuan and Ye Xian had a stalemate with a small half-pillar of incense.

At this time, Ming Yuan, who was already in the Arhat Realm, instantly felt an inexplicable burning sensation from the palm of his hand.

He originally thought that Ye Xian's ordinary knife would be difficult to resist the palm that was occupied in both places at the right time, but it was only after contact that he found that Ye Xian's knife was not so simple.

This knife seemed to have no momentum, but it was deliberately done by Ye Xian, giving up all the sword momentum and making this knife full of intent.

The meaning of the knife is implicit but not released, just like the internal force is restrained in it, and there is no wave on the outside, only after touching it does you know that this knife contains thousands of worlds.

The most important thing is that Monk Mingyuan has a strange feeling, Ye Xian's knife intent is definitely not that simple, he can clearly feel that the other party's knife intent is breaking through with his palm, and he is consuming the power of his golden body little by little.

Ming Yuan even had the illusion that the other party's sword intent could disintegrate his golden body.

The immortal golden body of Buddhism becomes a golden fetus by the way of heaven, even if the disciples of Buddhism who have attained the realm of arhats die, but the Tao is still not extinguished, people have died, but the golden body exists in the world forever, this is the immortal golden body of Buddhism.

Could it be that the immortal golden body formed by Buddhism with the help of the Heavenly Dao really has an opponent in the world?

Ye Xian held the black knife high and confronted the monk Mingyuan up and down.

The monk Mingyuan, who was covered in golden light, was like a god descending into the world, full of might.

In comparison, Ye Xian, who was just holding up the black knife, was extremely weak and weak.

There was no overwhelming momentum, and there was no dazzling Hongguang appearing, Ye Xian just stood like that.

That feeling is like a weak man who can't lift his shoulders with one hand and can't pick it up, and he carries a mountain with one hand.

He doesn't have the domineering side leakage of the overlord carrying the ding, and he doesn't have the same unangry and self-righteous as the true dragon emperor, but the slightly thin figure is really carrying, carrying the mountains that fall from the sky.

Ye Xian faced this palm whose strength was comparable to the overwhelming power of Zhongyue Taishan, and looked at the monk Mingyuan in the golden light on the opposite side, and the monk's eyes were interrupted at this time, and there was no mercy, only anger.

Ye Xian's expression was firm, and even a little **, and he said softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"What if you have the Heavenly Dao as the banner, even if this palm has the right time and place, it is enough for me to have someone in the sword, it is not my black knife that does not respect the sky, but such a ruthless and excessive Heavenly Dao, how can it be respected?"

The golden light on Ming Yuan's body exploded, and he said with the roar of the lion of Buddhism:

"Obsessed, you black knife line against the sky, should be a dead line, the world to win the hearts of the people to gain power, you are a nest of chaotic ministers and thieves, disrespect the sky, how can you talk about winning the hearts of the people?

Ye Xian was bent over slightly by Ming Yuan's sudden force.

Ming Yuan's sudden force also caused the land around Ye Xian to drop by two inches again.

"Huh. ”

Ye Xian suddenly laughed.

"My master said that this knife has a name that very few people know, and it is called Hongchen!"

At this time, Ye Xian was finally no longer the thin boy who was alone against the momentum of the mountains, Ye Xian was dusty around him, and the thin boy was finally powerful.

Ye Xian shouted:

"There is a knife regret in front of him, and the lotus flower behind him is red and dusty. ”

Ye Xian's voice echoed in heaven and earth.

At the same time, the place where his feet stood within a radius of three miles, golden lotuses bloomed everywhere, just like the lotus pond in the Lotus Breath Villa, the lotus flowers fluttered with the wind, and the momentum was peaceful.