Faced with Lu Li's invitation to join forces, Qin Yan was so moved that he wanted to accept it, but he heard Yu Hanyan say coldly: "No need. When my family came out with a sword, I was not used to having someone around. You don't have to make a move, just hand over this monk to my family. ”

Lu Li was stunned for a moment, and then grinned: "The Jade Fairy doesn't want to rely on more to win, he is a man!" That smile seemed to be mocking no matter how you looked at it.

Qin Yan said, "Senior sister, don't do it again at this time, right?"

Yu Hanyan snorted softly: "My family wants to be reckless." As he spoke, the long sword in his hand glowed with a cold halo, his wrist turned, the sparkling sword qi and the golden Buddha light reflected, and his steps pressed forward lightly.

Yemol leaned over, jumped off the boulder, raised his hands, turned into the shape of a huge golden palm, and smashed head-on towards the jade cold smoke.

As soon as the sword qi touched the Buddha's palm, the light surged, making a dull crisp sound, and it was separated at the touch of a button, and the sword light palm shadow was sprinkled in an instant, stirring up the surrounding space into chaos.

After a brief stalemate, the outcome became clear over time. Yu Hanyan's sword qi became stronger and stronger, and it hid the illusion impact in the strong impact. An invisible ripple in the air swayed, the long sword emitted a pleasant sound, and with another swing of the sword, thousands of waves surged, and the sword momentum poured out, and the rolled up thousand layers of huge waves swallowed a large area of Buddha light in an instant. Ethereal, silent, the sword light flying in the sky turned into a pure moon-white color, spreading out fiercely.

Regardless of the disparity in strength, only fighting with fists and feet and swordsmanship, Yu Hanyan is indeed not afraid of anyone in today's martial arts. Even the demonic monk who had made a big fuss at the Lin family's birthday banquet in front of the martial arts heroes and then went away was also at a complete disadvantage under the impact of her crazy violence, let alone fighting back, and even resisting seemed very reluctant.

At this moment, suddenly there was a faint and ethereal Sanskrit chanting sound in my ears, but I couldn't hear it clearly, and I couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Not only Yu Hanyan, who bore the brunt of the attack, but even Qin Yan and Lu Li, who were fighting more than a dozen steps, also heard this strange sound.

The long sword tore through the wind and let out a sharp scream, but it still couldn't affect the ethereal Buddha sound in the void pouring into the ears of the three of them. Qin Yan's eyes widened, and with enough eyesight, he could barely see the figure of Yemol behind the sword wave Buddha light, only to see that he was busy dodging in the sword light, his eyes were not open, his lips were tightly closed, and he had no time to chant mantras. So, where does this faint sound come from?

Lu Li's face showed a look of surprise, and after looking around, he said, "Is it an auditory hallucination?" With his perception, the movement and breath within a radius of several miles could not be hidden from his ears and eyes, and it was impossible for someone else to lurk without him noticing. Then, in the final analysis, it must be a trick made up by the demon monk in front of him!

At this moment, Yemol suddenly spoke: "The sword skills of the Jade Donor are indeed extraordinary, but if it is only like this, then the poor monk will not be polite." Under such a rapid and tight sword pursuit, he still had the strength to speak, which showed that the situation he was in was not as embarrassing as it seemed.

At least his words angered Yu Hanyan.

"Suffer from death——! Yu Hanyan roared angrily, the sword intent fighting spirit was even higher, the edge on the sword suddenly skyrocketed, and the surrounding dozens of meters turned into a frosty and vast land. With each swing of the sword, the power of the shattering earth and the mountain was stored in a flash of cold light.

Yemol's figure shuttled and wandered under the sword light, the golden Buddha light was suppressed to an extremely dim point, the sword qi flashed like lightning, his figure began to be embarrassed, and his clothes were torn into flying butterflies in a blink of an eye, revealing a body with a shining bronze halo.

Yu Hanyan did not relax his vigilance because of his embarrassed appearance, and the offensive was even more ferocious. The sword path she used at this time was not only the Emperor's Extreme Immortal Sword, but it could be described as a sea of waters, with thousands of waves surging under the bright white moon, chasing Yemol's figure and forcing him into a small space that was about to collapse.

"Kah!" the bamboo hat that Yemol was holding at the back of his neck was split by a sword, and the light of the sword slashed against his neck, almost cutting into his skin.

At this time, the Buddha's light has been suppressed to an extremely weak point, and the small flat boat may be subverted by the stormy waves at any time, and the victory of Yu Hanyan seems to be at hand.

At this moment, Yemol pronounced a Buddha horn: "Nan Wushan Lonely Moon Sound King Rulai!" Suddenly, the light behind his head burst out, it was a circle of Buddha wheels as dazzling as the sun, instead of the smashed bamboo hat, and instantly released six dazzling golden lights, which shot from all directions, outlining an extremely brilliant Hua Lian in front of him, and suddenly stagnation the sword qi of Yu Hanyan.

And during their fight, the sound of the Buddha mantra that did not know the root became clearer and clearer, from the slight sound of mosquitoes and ants at the beginning, to the peaceful sound of Zhongzheng, and then to the thunder on the flat ground, like thunder, which shook the human brain and buzzed. But listening to the Sanskrit singing, it can't help but echo in the Zhihai Lingtai: "Let all beings have feelings, and the good roots are not bad,...... Patience firmly believes that it is like the Myoko Mountain, always holding deep and wide, like the sea, the gods are unhindered, such as the void, destroying everything, confusing obstacles and habits, like the scorching sun, dissolving light ice, always avoiding meditation, colorless righteousness, all wisdom, Miao Bao Zhou Zhu, can be useless, turn big/Dharma/wheel ......"

Seeing that victory was imminent, the long sword swung into the air to know that it was the enemy's teasing. Yu Hanyan was angry and anxious, and with a low roar, the violent aura on the sword circulated even more frantically, fiercely attacking Yemol.

Yemol froze his body, no longer dodged, folded his hands, opened his mouth and began to recite the wonderful words of the Sutra, which was merging with the faint Buddha sound in the void, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shocking people's souls. He himself stood still, and with only the six golden rays of light emitted by the sun wheel behind his head, he was able to resist the attack of the jade cold smoke. The light of the Buddha that gradually spread seeped into his own magnificent qi, and the slightest trace of it was wide, and it was cast into an impeccable majestic mountain.

Unlike the protruding cliffs of the strange peaks, it is really an impeccable majestic peak, where Zhongzheng is entrenched peacefully, without any steep slopes, but still unmoved by the crashing waves. Yu Hanyan tried his best, but he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

This situation lasted for a flick of his fingers, and then, Yemol's hands suddenly opened, and at this time, he saw Yu Hanyan swing out a figure that could not be shaken by a thousand swords, and took the initiative to take a step forward.

At this step, it was like a shock, the world was shaken, and all the scenes in front of him seemed to become illusory. Qin Yan, who was not far away, only felt that his vision was dark, and when he regained his eyesight again, he saw Yu Hanyan's last struggle.

Completely abandoning its own defenses, the white flames burst out vertically and horizontally, tearing through the encirclement formed by the golden light, as if a flower of ice had bloomed. The blade collided with the golden light, the sword qi and the Buddha's palm collided everywhere, and the aftermath of the shock rolled and tumbled. But all the colors were fleeting, cut and scattered into smoke powder, and at last only a white blade danced and chanted in the air, and when all the gorgeous colors were gone, the moonlight condensed into the shape of a sword, which was held in the hands of the final victor.

The illusions of the golden wheel, the Buddha's palm, and the Sanskrit chant all dissipated, and the golden light on Yemol's body was also contained in his body, and what he held in his hand was the sword that should have belonged to Yu Hanyan.

After a fierce battle, even the blade in his hand was taken away by the other party, which was undoubtedly the most complete fiasco. Yu Hanyan stood silently, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, and his face was like ashes.