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The palms of the two kept colliding, and waves of golden light continued to spread like tides.

"This monk is not weak."

A gleam flashed in Zheng Ming's eyes, and he smiled lightly.

This great virtuous monk is much stronger than Xin Yuanchen, and he was not killed by the old celestial master.

But he couldn't last long.

Because the old master is angry.

A serious old heavenly master and a casual old heavenly master are two completely different concepts.

"I just hope this monk can hold on for a while longer."

Zheng Ming raised his hand and waved it lightly.

Now it's just going to the Buddha Hall, and there are two more who haven't made a move.

"Continue the execution!" Cao Zhengchun shouted again in a thin voice.

The ghost head knife stood up again, but this time it was destined to fail.

"Your Majesty Li Huang, why is this necessary?"

Daoming walked out helplessly, stretched out his hand and sent out an invisible force that directly flicked the executioner's ghost head knife away.

The heavy ghost head knife fell on the bluestone floor, making a noisy sound.

Zheng Ming looked down at him.

The looks of these great masters are all good. The virtuous monk has a fair complexion, delicate features, and looks as if he is really an eminent monk.

And the bright Taoist priest in front of him with three thousand silver threads fluttered in the wind, his aura was so high above the dust, he looked like a worldly master with immortal demeanor.

"How about Your Majesty, there is no need for you to say more." Ximen Chuixue held the hilt of his sword in his hand, dressed in white clothes better than snow, and floated down.

Daoming sighed slightly, and said, "I knew the opponent was you."

Now Zhang Zhiwei and Ximen Chuuxue are not unknown people. Since Zhang Zhiwei is dealing with the great monk, Ximen Chuuxue is naturally left to him.

"It's a pity you don't practice swordsmanship." Ximen Chuixue said.

Daoming looked at Zhang Zhiwei and Dade Monk who were fighting together next to him, and said, "Actually, I want to compete with fellow Daoist Zhang."

"But now it seems that I, the old Daoist, should not be the opponent of Zhang Daoyou."

There are only a few great masters around Dali. Although they seldom show up, it's not like they haven't dealt with each other.

Daoming is very aware of the strength of the great virtuous monk, the late master, far surpassing him.

But now Zhang Zhiwei completely suppressed the great virtue monk.

Ximen Chuuxue didn't seem to want to talk nonsense with him, so he drew out his long sword and said, "Please!"

If you don't practice kendo, you don't have a common language with him.

Feeling the sharp sword intent, Daoming's complexion slowly became serious.

"The way is natural!"

He squeezed the seal with his hand and said in a deep voice.

In an instant.

There seems to be an inexplicable charm between heaven and earth.

You can't see it, you can't touch it, but you can vaguely feel something abnormal.

Ximen Chuuxue stared at him, observing his every move.

As the saying goes, all changes remain true, no matter how many changes in moves and techniques, the essence remains the same.

The great master condenses the power of the world and controls the artistic conception of the heart. These two points will not change no matter what the cultivation profession is.

"Take advantage of the power of heaven and earth, and guard against the debate of the six qi, so that you can swim endlessly."

I saw Daoming's figure move slightly, and disappeared in front of Ximen Chuuxue in an instant.

"This is!"

Ximen Chuuxue raised the long sword in his hand.

A crisp ding sound.

A black as ink, without blade or front, flat as a foot sword hit his long sword.

At some point, Daoming's figure had appeared beside him.

"So fast!"

Ximen Chuuxue looked at the sword in front of him, but said again: "This is not the way of the sword."

"The art of controlling the sword is the Taoism of my Daoyuan Sect, and naturally it is not the way of the sword."

I saw Daoming's figure disappearing silently again, but Ru Mo Kuanjian kept attacking Ximen Chuuxue as if he had his own consciousness.

While resisting the attack, Ximen Chuuxue observed Daoming's figure.

Daoming's fighting style is completely different from Xu An's.

One of them is Daoyuanzong, the other is Daoist, but the difference is so huge, which makes Ximen Chuuxue very surprised.

But no matter what, the essence remains the same.

suddenly.

There was a gleam in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes.

The long sword stabs straight, the sound of the sword roars, and the sword energy soars into the sky.

Seeing this, Daoming's expression changed.

At this time, he used two kinds of Taoist arts in total, Yujianshu and Buxushu, Yujianshu is attacking, Buxushu is defending.

Although it was his first time fighting against Ximen Chuuxue, he didn't dare to be careless at all.

The way of swordsmanship is far more fierce than other ways of cultivation. Once one gets hit, one will either die or be injured.

That's why he used the Buxu technique to limit Ximen Fuxue's attack.

But he never expected that Ximen Chuuxue would make a move so quickly.

Before he had time to think about it, the Rumo Broad Sword suddenly blocked his chest.

A crisp ding sound.

Daoming's body retreated rapidly, and he didn't stop until he retreated ten steps.

With a solemn expression on his face, he said: "Your swordsmanship surpasses Xin Yuanchen!"

He and Xin Yuanchen are on par in strength, and he knows Xin Yuanchen's swordsmanship very well.

Although it was just a tentative move just now, he lost a move.

Even facing Xin Yuanchen, he couldn't make him do this.

"I realized a little bit yesterday!" Ximen Chuuxue said with his long sword back.

Although Xin Yuanchen's kendo is different from Ximen Chuuxue's, there are still many things that can be learned from.

Yesterday Zheng Ming gave Xin Yuanchen's experience to him, and he studied it all night, so it can be regarded as a little comprehension.

But the way of the sword is just the way of the sword, and this is not the only thing that practitioners compete for.

At this moment, Daoming was a little depressed. He thought he could easily defeat Ximen Chuuxue, but now it seemed that he had to work hard.

"In that case, don't blame the old man for being rude."

"The highest goodness is like water. Water is good for all things without competing."

He muttered in a low voice, and the magic seal in his hand changed again and again, and the mysterious breath turned into waves of water and hit Ximen Chuixue.

The waves are three feet high and overwhelming.

Ximen Chuuxue's long sword stood in front of his chest, the sword's momentum was concentrated, and the sword's intent exploded.

The sword comes out like a rainbow, cutting through the water waves.

However, those water waves quickly gathered again, hovering around Ximen Chuixue's body.

Ximen Chuuxue frowned, he felt a bad breath.

The sword is sharp, but this Taoism just limits the sharpness of the sword.

"This is the highest kindness like water, enough to hold you back."

A gentle smile appeared on Tongming's face.

……

The four great masters made a move, which shocked the surrounding warriors.

When had they seen such a scene, the majestic aura, terrifying power, and palpitating sword intent all opened their eyes.

In particular, Zhang Zhiwei's fighting power shocked them even more.

The angry old Tianshi is nothing short of a monster.

Every move carried majestic power, and with just a few moves, the Dharma monk was helpless and could only defend passively.

"Hehe, your body is really hard enough!"

Zhang Zhiwei slapped Dade's chest fiercely with his palm, and the dull sound was like a drum beating.

The indifference on Dade's face had long since disappeared, replaced by anger.

Anger at Zhang Zhiwei.

He drew back and retreated quickly, wanting to temporarily avoid the battle with Zhang Zhiwei, but unfortunately Zhang Zhiwei didn't give him a chance at all.

The hands that condensed the Golden Light Curse were like drumsticks, beating his chest continuously.

dong dong dong~~

There was a muffled drum beating.

Zhang Zhiwei's savage hammer made Dade's face even more ferocious.

"Eight~bu~day~dragon!"

He growled through gritted teeth.

"Amitabha!"

The seven monks who came with him chanted and all joined the battle.

Zhang Zhiwei's face darkened slightly, and he retreated several meters in a row, but the eight people alternately attacked him one after another

The golden light shone, and violent fists bombarded him non-stop, and the offensive and defensive momentum changed in a blink of an eye.

"Eight dragons, the method of attacking the Buddha Hall is not as mysterious as the formation of Daoyuanzong, but it can make the grandmaster fight against the great master. The power of eight people is multiplied, not to mention that there are great virtues among them." .”

On the cornice, Shuertu narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at Zhang Zhiwei who had fallen into a passive state.

"Now that Zhang Zhiwei is suppressed and Ximen Chuuxue is restrained, shouldn't it be time for us to take action?" Fei Yi blinked and smiled.

"Wait a little longer." Shuertu said

"waiting for what"

"Wait until the situation becomes more intense," Shuertu said.

On the city floor.

"Your Majesty, do you want to help the Heavenly Master?" Cao Zhengchun asked softly.

Zheng Ming turned his head and looked at him strangely.

Help the old master?

You think too much.

"No, this little scene, the old heavenly master can handle it."

Are you kidding me, now Zhang Zhiwei hasn't even used the Five Thunder Correction method yet.

Zheng Ming waved his hand and said, "Let them take action, and get rid of the miscellaneous fish first."