A conversation with the Pure Spirit Monk made Shen Fei finally firm up in his heart, he thought that his previous guesses were correct, the Pure Spirit Monk's unprovoked appearance was not malicious, on the contrary, he was telling himself in his unique way that the true appearance of the terrible opponent, the Pure Spirit Monk was the real merciful and compassionate person, who did not care about gains and losses.

"Master, since this matter has made you so embarrassed, then Shen will no longer ask questions, you and I will fight to our heart's content, so as to make an end to this fate. ”

"Master Shen, in today's battle, the little monk will not show mercy, you have also seen the appearance of Yang Qi Shizhu, if you don't want to become the same, you need to be determined to kill me. ”

"Master ......"

"Master Shen, don't say it again. I Buddha is compassionate, purifying all sentient beings, I hope you have found a way to restrain me, so let's get started. ”

"Please advise. ”

The conversation made Shen Fei feel that today's Pure Spirit Monk was the same as in the past, and it also made him deeply realize that today's battle was inevitable, and the Pure Spirit Monk seemed to have come to fight with him with some special purpose.

It's strange to say, what kind of apology can make a monk who is determined to establish the Pure Land put down his body and come to warn himself about the horror of his true enemy? Seeing that the Pure Spirit Monk is young, he shouldn't have any great grudges with himself!

Shen Fei shook his head, and finally glanced at Nalan Ruoxue under the ring, and saw Qixiao stretching out his wet tongue to lick her tears for her, and firmed his gaze: "Since it is inevitable, I have to give it a go, let's start." ”

Under the cover of night, Shen Fei's right foot slowly lifted along the inside of his left leg, his arms were spread out like eagles, and he picked up the sword and gathered it in the palm of his hand, shaking his spirit with the completion of his sword style - this is the starting style of all swordsmanship in Shushan, and the golden rooster is independent!

"Come, Pure Soul Monk, to witness the difference between the Buddha and the Tao. ”

"My Buddha is merciful, purifying all sentient beings, Amitabha!" The pure spirit monk closed his palms, and a solemn treasure appeared behind him, with lop ears, a wide forehead, a plump face, and eighteen relics strung into a necklace around his neck, and the two hands pinched the treasure seal lotus, one pointed to the sky, the other pointed to the ground, and there was a chaotic color between the eyes, completely emotionless, which was diametrically opposed to the great compassion of the pure spirit monk.

The golden brilliance is released in a ring, like a beautiful cloak, draped behind him.

"The little monk's appearance is the Buddha's incorruptible body when he is small, walking in the world's posture, eight feet three, six feet five arms span, with the ability to see through life and death. Master Shen, take it. Before making a move, the Pure Spirit Monk first explained the origin of the move, and said it too specifically, as if he was deliberately reminding Shen Fei.

The latter maintained the independent posture of the golden rooster for a moment, and slowly retracted the blade of the sword, until it was in line with the eyebrow, "Master Pure Spirit, do the senior monks of the Buddha sect have the protection of the Dharma?"

Pure Spirit Monk said: "The so-called Dharma is the golden body of the first generation of Buddhas, there are immeasurable Buddhas, there are longevity Buddhas, there are thousands of hands and thousands of eyes Bodhisattva, the Dharma of the little monk is the form of walking on the earth when the Buddha's exercises are not perfect, and the real pure altar monks are far away, even so, Shen Shizhu also needs to pay special attention to it." ”

Shen Fei heard the strangeness in his words, and couldn't help frowning: "Master Pure Spirit, what are you appearing in the arena for this time, why do I think your tone is strange." ”

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, purifying all sentient beings, Lord Shen, let's go to war. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the closed hands of the Pure Spirit Monk suddenly parted, one hand remained in a posture held on his chest, and the other hand rushed forward, and the power of the mountain torrent and tsunami gushed out, surging and brilliant roaring, destroying everything in the reach of the palm wind.

"Amitabha!"

The power continued to pour out, and the huge sound broke through the sky, but it seemed quiet, Shen Fei faced the attacking power, even if he knew that there was no return to the essence of the sword intent, he did not dare to make a hard connection, and the flying body flashed, moving sideways.

Ruoxue under the ring had tears in her eyes, and shouted worriedly: "Brother Shen Fei, don't fight, let's admit defeat, please." ”

Shen Fei heard her cry, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Surrendering without a fight is not my generation's doing." He moved sideways, quickly passing through the ring, waves of light exploding behind him, smashing the enchantment that more than a dozen immortals had urged together, and smashing the ring that had just been built to the ground.

Shen Fei was forced to the edge of the ring, there was nowhere to go in front of him, there was no way to retreat, a sharp light appeared in the tiger's eyes, and the Qingfeng snake in his hand bit like a poisonous snake, and the whole body and the blade were one, instantly turning into a line - the sword of a hundred battles, there is no return!

This is the only one-move sword style he has learned, and it is also a one-move sword style that has reached the extreme of cultivation.

Colliding with the ordinary and unremarkable push of the palm of the Pure Spirit Monk, Shen Fei struggled forward in the furious waves of the attack, the human sword was one, and the Gu was wrapped in red fairy gang, and when the palm strength was over, his sword momentum also reached the end, the green clothes on his body were broken, and most of his short hair was scorched, and he was not discouraged, he exerted his strength with both feet, jumped up, and flew to the place where the Pure Spirit monk was standing and stabbed out a sword.

Listening to the sound of "boom", the sword blade was far away from the pure spirit monk, and it had been hit by the right palm of the golden body law phase, this palm came from the west side, and blasted Shen Fei and the people away with the sword, flying back all the way, coughing up countless mouthfuls of blood, if it wasn't for the petal cloud appearing in time, I don't know where to fly.

Controlling the petal cloud to fly into the sky, Shen Fei tried to adjust his posture, and was slapped unprepared, which was by no means pleasant.

Shen Fei tried his best to adjust his breathing, and looked at the Pure Spirit Monk from a distance, seeing that he was standing motionless in place, and the Dharma behind him was solemn, sacrosanct, and simply impeccable.

"It's not easy to deal with, you can't beat him with swordsmanship alone, you have to use immortal arts. Thinking like this, a huge palm that seemed to be real pierced the sky, tearing the clouds and flying from the sky, and at the same time, the right hand of the Pure Spirit Monk also transformed into a downward posture, and the arm was straight.

"Damn it. "The giant palm flew from the sky, although there was no meteorite falling, but it was not much. Shen Fei controlled the petal cloud to fly away quickly, dodging several attacks from the Flying Palm outside the sky in a row, and when he was about to approach the Pure Spirit Monk, he suddenly saw that the little monk's hands were closed at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, and he intuitively felt bad.

Sure enough, only to hear a loud "bang", the manic air flow was vented everywhere, Shen Fei was sandwiched between his palms flying from nowhere, the petal cloud was broken, his ears were buzzing, and his chest seemed to be cracked, and it was difficult to breathe.

"Damn, the little monk's strength is really strong. Shen Fei shouted his father and scolded his mother in the gap between the two giant palms, the red fairy gang covered his body, and his hands were supported outward, barely resisting this type of pinching attack. The whole body is about to fall apart, but the mentality is not bad, and he is still in the mood to scold and laugh at himself: "His grandmother's, he almost killed Lao Tzu, little monk, you are really ruthless." ”

However, Ruoxue under the ring stopped crying, the purple light sword was in her hand, if it wasn't for the scattered immortals to block it, she would have rushed to the ring.

"Ahh Shen Fei used all his strength to prop up his arms and forcibly carve out a space for himself to survive.

The Pure Soul Monk clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha." Shen Fei's palms opened for a moment, and then closed again, the force was not lighter than just now, Shen Fei finally breathed a sigh of relief, and was caught in it again, it was really like five thunderbolts, a sweet throat, and a mouthful of hot blood spewed.

The audience in the audience waited with bated breath, they could see clearly that the two arms of the golden body were now in the void, closed left and right, and the calloused palms sandwiched Shen Fei in the middle, pressing continuously, between the fingers, red blood oozed out, dripping on the ground. sighed in his heart, and secretly thought: Being ravaged like this, Shen Fei probably won't be able to live.

Murong Baishi turned around, and while motioning to the maid to massage his shoulder, he said to Linghu Hangzhou: "Brother Xian, it seems that the strength of the Dao Sect is not good, and it is far worse than the Buddha Sect. ”

Linghu Xuanzhou looked at the ring without blinking, and the meaning of concern could be seen, "Brother, don't worry first, the three major factions of the righteous path, Shushan is the supreme." If Shen Fei is really bad, how can he be sent down the mountain to be embarrassed, wait and see, I think there is still a turnaround. ”

"If you are about to be shot to death, what can you turn around, just like swatting flies, flies can't turn over anyway, they can only be beaten. ”

"Huh. Ling Hu Hangzhou sneered, noncommittal.

Murong Baishi saw that Hanging Zhou was no longer talking, took a deep puff on his cigarette holder, and turned his eyes to look at the ring again: "Just according to what Brother Xian said, let's take a look." ”

On the other side of the VIP seat, Tuoba Lie withdrew his right hand that had penetrated into his wife's clothes, looked at the one-sided battle situation and said, "It turns out that the Taoist Sect exercises are so poor, and this king was really deceived by him when he entered the city. ”

An Linglong straightened her clothes, hugged An Er, who had just retreated from a high fever, in her arms, and said lightly: "If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, Linglong wouldn't have believed in the magic of the Taoist elixir, Master Fujun, the man named Shen Fei is not so simple, and the Taoist Sect is by no means paper-based, and its various powers are only afraid that they are even higher than the Buddha Sect." ”

"Linglong, you really love to talk about it. ”

"Linglong didn't dare to deceive her husband, An'er's recovery was what Linglong saw with her own eyes, and there would never be a fake. ”

"Hehe, Linglong, you are still so stubborn, when the Buddha's golden body opens his palm, Shen Fei must have been squeezed into meat sauce. ”

Linglong didn't want to disobey her husband, but Linglong believed that it would never be. ”

"Hmph. Tuoba Lie snorted, his eyebrows drooped, and he was a little unhappy. He is a little man, and his beloved wife's attention to Shen Fei has knocked over his vinegar jar.

The two personal eunuchs did not dare to come out when they listened to the conversation of their masters, they had been slaves all their lives, and they were the most observant of words and feelings, and they could see that Tuoba Lie was already unhappy.

When the atmosphere was tense, the situation in the ring really changed as An Linglong expected, "Dry, already, Shen, Xin, more, life." The words came clearly from the palm of the Golden Buddha, and after that, the palm of the Golden Buddha agitated outward, followed by a second blow, as if something was about to break out of the shell.

"Could it be that as Linglong said, that kid still has a trick?" Tuoba Lie's heart beat a drum.

At the same time, the Pure Spirit Monk chanted lightly: "Amitabha, Lord Shen's tricks are really eye-opening for the little monk." The Pure Spirit Monk's face was calm, but when his words landed, the Golden Buddha's closed palms were stretched out from the inside, and the thick stems of the plant grew wildly.

The stem of the plant is winding like a snake, thick and powerful, the root system penetrates deep into the ground, and immediately absorbs nutrients frantically, Shen Fei is in the shelter formed by the bend of the stem, holding the seal in both hands, his body is shining with Xuanguang, his eyes are as bright as the day, regardless of the corners of his mouth still spilling blood, grinning: "Hehe, Master Pure Spirit, how about the Five Elements Creation Technique below?"

"Amitabha, if the little monk is not mistaken, it should be a banyan tree. ”

"The eyesight is good, the rhizome of the banyan tree is flexible and strong, it can be bent and curled, and it also has a certain degree of hardness, which is the most ideal target for the Five Elements Creation Technique. ”

"Master Shen's tricks are peculiar, which makes him admire, but the little monk's offensive is not over yet, so the donor should be careful. ”

When the words fell, the pure spirit monk first folded his hands, immediately separated, one palm forward, one palm back, tucked around the waist, every time he shot, he will first make a joint palms of the starting pose, this is his biggest flaw, but in any case can not be seen with the naked eye, as if just from the depths of the soul a streamer, wonderful.

"Boom. The furious palm power rushed out again, like the Yellow River that burst the embankment, and the power of the Pure Spirit Monk's tricks was indeed admirable.

Shen Fei was under the protection of the banyan tree, unwilling to run anymore, and the Five Elements Creation Technique was exerted to the extreme, urging the banyan tree to grow wildly and form a tree wall: "Five Elements Creation - The Art of Ten Thousand Trees into a Wall." This name was made up casually by Shen Fei in order to increase the momentum of his tricks.

"Amitabha, what an interesting trick. At this moment, dark clouds enveloped Jinling, and in the arena, in addition to the torches burning in various places, there was only the light emanating from Shen Fei and the Pure Spirit Monk. Shen Fei's body was a red light, dazzling, like a torch burning in the night, and the pure spirit monk's body was a faint white light, like a bright lamp that lit up the darkness.

The battle between the two did not have any evil elements, and it was a real fair contest.

The banyan tree grew wildly under the urging of the Five Elements Creation Technique, and the stems crossed each other, and soon formed a tree wall, and Shen Fei covered the body of the tree with his almost endless immortal gang, so it also had a hard attribute.

The earth-destroying palm power slammed up, destroying the stem of the banyan tree wave after wave, but in the end, it was not able to penetrate it, Shen Fei was safe and sound behind the tree wall, realizing that the turning point of the battle had finally appeared.

The creation of the five elements of the immortal law, a trick that only an immortal with a large amount of immortal power can perform, Shen Fei has the mountain and river scroll as a reserve of immortal power, and the immortal power in his body is almost endless, so he is the best person to use this trick.

The night breeze blew, and the petals gathered from all directions, rushing to the heights, forming a swallow array, and then pounced on the Pure Spirit Monk, who attacked with a wave of palms, and the tsunami-like power of the torrent was released, but when the tiny petals were quickly dispersed, they did not play a big role.