"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law!"

Yan Chixia chanted the incantation in a low voice, and the two fingers of her left hand were pinched into a sword trick and gently stroked the sword body of the broad-bladed long sword in her right hand, and the purple lightning crackled and whispered from his fingertips to the sword, spreading like a living thing, and in an instant, one after another quaint talismans were outlined all over the sword body.

"Brother Xiahou's style of sword sword is indeed powerful, and the Sprinkle family will be accompanied by the sword technique of thunder sword. ”

In the midst of laughter, Yan Chixia faced Xiahou Jun who was striking down in the air with a sword.

He also figured it out, it seems that Xiahou Jun is determined to divide the winner today, so he broke the opponent's strongest sword and made him retreat.

This sword Yan Chixia still only used the cultivation of the Exterior Realm, but finally used the newly learned Dao swordsmanship. It's just that the opponent's sword, with the help of the power of heavenly thunder, has faintly broken through the shackles of the external realm. If he still uses his original swordsmanship, he is no longer sure that he will be able to take it safely.

The two long swords entwined with purple and white thunder light approached quickly, and everyone watching the battle saw that the two of them finally took out a swordsmanship that matched their identity and fame, and they all held their breath and watched without blinking. Only when Yu Tianlai had predicted the outcome of this sword, he was not interested in taking a closer look.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Suddenly, a gentle and peaceful Buddha horn came into everyone's ears at the same time, and at the same time, a figure appeared out of thin air between the two long swords that were less than three feet away from each other.

"Old monk get out of the way!" Yan Chixia had already seen clearly at this moment that what was stopping in front of her sword was an old monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe, two long eyebrows, and a lock of long beard like frost and snow, and hurriedly retracted her long sword in surprise. He didn't do his best with this sword, but he could still control it and take it as he wanted.

On Xiahou Jun's side, one is the momentum of the sword in one volley, and the other is that this sword condenses the power of the whole heart, although he saw that someone blocked the way of his long sword, he was no longer able to change his move.

The old monk stood with his palms folded together, and almost at the same time as he appeared, the tips of the two long swords had touched his monk's robe. A golden brilliance full of grandeur and immensity bloomed from all around him, filling every inch of space three feet outside his body. One retreated, and the sword that stabbed forward was frozen in the golden light at the same time, and could not be triggered in the slightest.

"Did you two ever think that when your blow completely exploded, the mountain peak under your feet would be shattered by the power of the thunder on your sword. Tiantai Mountain is a famous spot in the world, if it is damaged because of the two of you, wouldn't it be a sin? Therefore, the old monk has the courage to speak up, and asks the two of you to stop the war!"

The old monk said these words slowly, and the golden light shrouded outside his body suddenly stretched outward and then converged back into his body.

Yan Chixia and Xiahou Jun were bounced backwards by the golden light at the same time, and each landed and stood ten feet away.

Yu Tianlai's eyes widened when the old monk appeared, and when he saw him fixing Yan Chixia and Xiahou Jun's long sword with the golden light of his body and bouncing them away, he couldn't help but be speechless, and exclaimed in his heart, "This old monk has actually practiced the golden body of an Arhat, I'm afraid that he has a cultivation of more than five turns of Jindan?"

He said that "Jindan" is a habitual reference to Taoist practice, which in Buddhism should be called "relics".

Some of the people watching the battle on the sidelines already recognized the old monk: "Isn't this Master Baiyun of Fangguang Temple? I have only heard that he is profound in Buddhism, but I don't know that his martial arts are also so powerful!"

"What the master said is extreme, but the two of us are reckless. Yan Chixia put away her sword and returned it to the sheath, first apologized to the old monk Baiyun for not making a standard audit, and then smiled at Xiahou Jun dryly, "Brother Xiahou, how about we still end this battle as a draw?"

Xiahou Jun snorted coldly and said: "Victory is victory, defeat is defeat, how can someone who can't afford to lose?"

As he spoke, he shook the long sword in his hand, and the sword shattered inch by inch, and the fragments fell to the ground with a clang. The swords of the two were banned and rebounded by the golden light of the old monk Baiyun's body, the old monk and Yan Chixia did not know each other, and they should not deliberately favor him, but the result was that his long sword was destroyed and Yan Chixia's long sword was intact, and the difference between victory and defeat was self-evident.

"Brother Yan," Xiahou Jun even untied the scabbard at his waist and threw it away, and then bowed his hand to Yan Chixia, "This battle is a certain defeat, but Brother Yan still has to give a certain chance to turn the tables." Today next year, a certain general will invite Brother Yan to fight again, and Brother Yan must not be pushed back when the time comes!"

Yan Chixia's face was bitter, and she had to respond vaguely: "Certainly, definitely." “

Xiahou Jun only thought that he had already agreed, and then arched his hand to say goodbye, and then rose into the air, and disappeared from everyone's field of vision in an instant.

Yan Chixia is a little better than him, and immediately made a gesture to everyone watching the battle, and said with a smile: "Today, many martial arts friends came to cheer, and Brother Dai Xiahou of the Sprinkle family thanked him together." This is the end of this competition, you can do your best!"

Although everyone felt unfinished because the old monk Baiyun intervened halfway, and Yan Chixia and Xiahou Jun's last sword ended without a problem, but Xiahou Jun's people were gone, so naturally there would be no more excitement, and they immediately went down the mountain in twos and threes.

Yan Chixia said goodbye to Bai Yun again and prepared to leave, making up her mind that this time she would hide farther away, trying to make Xiahou Jun unable to find herself after a year.

"Yan Daoyou temporarily stayed," Bai Yun suddenly said to stay, and then turned to Yu Tianlai, who was about to lead the two disciples down the mountain, and said, "The poor monk is presumptuous, and dares to invite this Taoist friend to come and meet him." “

Yan Chixia and Yu Tianlai were stunned. Yu Tianlai turned around and approached, and after giving a salute, he asked, "Dare to ask what this master has to say?"

After Baiyun returned the salute, he first asked Yu Tianlai for his name, and then said solemnly: "Yan Daoyou and Yu Daoyou are both masters who have formed Jindan, and there will be a major event in the local area recently, and the poor monk wants to invite the two to participate in the grand event." “

Yan Chixia asked curiously, "Can the master explain what it is?"

Bai Yun said with a smile: "Naturally, I want to make it clear to the two Taoist friends." However, this is not the place to speak, and I would like to ask you to return to our temple with the old monks. The two fellow cultivators invited by the old man should have already arrived at the temple, and the old man can explain it clearly at that time. “

Yu Tianlai pondered for a moment and then arched his hand and said: "Since this is the case, the poor road will be disturbed." “

Yan Chixia saw that Yu Tianlai had agreed, so she also agreed.

Yu Tianlai's master and apprentice and Yan Chixia followed Baiyun all the way to Fangguang Temple, which was not far from here. Enter the temple gate and pass through several temples to a quiet meditation hall in the backyard.

Still outside the meditation hall, Yu Tianlai and Yan Chixia had already sensed the three powerful qi engines in the meditation hall. When they followed Bai Yun into the meditation hall, they saw a monk and a layman sitting cross-legged on a white grass futon, looking at them together.

"Three ......" Bai Yun just spoke, but he didn't expect the Taoist to get up suddenly, and he arrived in front of Yu Tianlai in a flash.

With a face full of surprise and ecstasy, the Taoist priest called out in a trembling voice: "Senior Brother Tianlai, is it really you?"

Yu Tianlai was taken aback by surprise, looked at the Taoist man intently, and saw that he was in his thirties, wearing a shabby Taoist robe that had been sewn in many places, carrying an ancient sword with a mottled scabbard, combing a bun on his head, and inserting a simple wooden hairpin horizontally, with a thin body, a wide skeleton, a wide forehead, two ears to attract wind, two eyes as bright as stars, and short hair under the chin like ink.

"Are you ......" After a few glances, the image of the middle-aged Taoist in front of him and a young man with a very far-reaching memory gradually coincided, and he grabbed the shoulder of the Taoist and shouted, "Junbao!"