I preached in the Six Dynasties

Chapter 309 Death Sacrifice
In the eyes of all the people, Monk Du Ming was determined to die, and wanted to fight Xue Daoguang to death.

He took a step forward and shouted loudly, and saw two swishes, a golden claw on Du Ming's arm went straight towards Xue Daoguang's forehead.

Du Ming lost one arm, but his movements were still fierce and swift. When the golden claws shaped like dragon feet were covered, the five sharp claws suddenly closed.

Xue Daoguang stepped back with his feet on the ground, his body as light as a swallow.

Among the crowd, a Taoist priest clapped his hands and applauded, "This move is dexterous and can advance and retreat freely, like stepping on a ladder between clouds. It is really wonderful."

The spectators beside him smiled and said, "Brother, do you understand?"

"A little bit."

The spectators were a little surprised. Seeing that he was wearing a Taoist robe, they suspected that he was an expert who came to watch the battle from a distance, and his tone was also full of respect: "Dare to ask me?"

"Orthodox door, Zhang Sanfeng."

"Disrespect, disrespect, those who are upright have their seats at the top, the Taoist priest condescends to come here, is it to have fun with the people?"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed dryly and said, "I haven't recognized the sect yet."

Du Ming's first move was dodged, he stretched out his hand to grab it calmly, there was a loud bang, and the energy that penetrated the tendon of the cable rushed back like a swimming snake!
After his body circled around, the golden light became more intense, and he rushed towards Xue Daoguang.

Xue Daoguang didn't dodge or dodge this time, he stretched out his hand and flicked, and forcibly took this move.

His face changed, he frowned and said: "The moves are ingenious, but they have no strength! Is this the Dharma of Daxiangguo Temple?"

His words sounded sarcasm, but his tone was surprisingly serious, as if he genuinely felt that "meeting is not as good as being famous", and he couldn't hide his disappointment.

Daxiangguo Temple and Shenxiao Palace have been fighting openly and secretly for so many years, is the opponent so unbearable?

Du Ming wrapped around the flying golden dragon on his arm, and said with a sneer, "You haven't really learned the power of my Buddha, so you are talking big here!"

"bring it on."

Xue Daoguang flicked his hand casually, and put one hand behind his back, looking indescribably chic.He actually wanted to put away one arm, because the opponent was one-armed. This demeanor made the people present cheer again.

In comparison, Du Ming, who had a broken arm, looked a little lonely and desolate.

His breath was slightly suffocated, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest, and the Buddhist taboos, anger, and ignorance had reached their peak at this moment.

Behind him, a Buddha statue slowly emerged, and the golden light enveloped Du Ming's body, making him even taller.

He stretched out his hand, and the golden dragon grew stronger and spewed out a ball of flames towards Xue Daoguang.

The golden Buddha's light also stretched out his palm, and a swastika fell from his palm.

These two up and down blocked Xue Daoguang's retreat, and he didn't want to be knocked out of the ring, so he had to eat these two moves raw.

Xue Daoguang clasped his hands in his arms, drew a blue-light Taiji shield, managed to catch these two moves, but still made his blood churn, and the spiritual power in his meridians surged, almost chaotic.

Fortunately, he adjusted in time, and then flicked his sleeves forward, a very small light shone at his fingertips.

There was a faint sound of thunder, very faint, but clearly audible.

Du Ming didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly urged the Buddha's light to block it, but the electric light was as flexible as a small snake, bypassing the Buddha's light, and directly hitting Du Ming's arm.

His remaining arm was severely injured again, and just as Xue Daoguang was about to stop, he saw Du Ming jumping forward, with a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

He burned out all his spiritual power, and he wanted to fight to the death. No matter whether he could hurt Xue Daoguang or not, he would not be able to survive this blow.

Unless people like Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, Li Shizhen, and Li Yu were present, maybe they could still be saved.

This desperate blow is very tricky. Normally, Xue Daoguang only needs to dodge it. With his body skills, he will be unscathed.

But at this time in the arena, according to the rules, the first one to go down is the loser.

When he was hesitating, Lin Lingsu shouted loudly in the stands: "Get off the stage!"

Xue Daoguang had no choice but to jump off the ring, and exclamations erupted from the audience.

When everyone didn't know what was going on, they saw Zen Master Du Ming suddenly exploded and died in the arena.

He exploded.
The flesh and blood all over his body burned away like dry wood.From his body, there was a faint blue flame, which looked like water, and it burned through everything it touched.

The faint blue fire light easily burned a few holes in the arena, and even set the earth and rocks on fire after landing.

After this thing gets on her, flesh and blood will be hard to keep. No wonder Lin Lingsu asked her lover to leave quickly.

Cai Jing whispered a few words in the ear of Li Yan who presided over the competition, and he said loudly: "Xue Daoguang landed first, and the winner of this battle is Zen Master Du Ming."

There was a burst of boos from the audience. Du Ming was dead and Xue Daoguang was still unscathed. Can this be considered a win?
But the rules are the rules, and some Bianliang people nodded collectively, thinking that the judgment was correct.

When Xue Daoguang evaded, Du Ming was still alive, which means that Du Ming won at that moment, and he knocked Xue Daoguang off the ring.

Xue Daoguang also understood this, he did not argue, but chose to return to the stands.

"Master, disciple"

Lin Lingsu waved his hand and said, "Needless to say, 1 brocade cassocks are not as important as your teacher."

Duming died, Huicheng didn't feel much sadness, he laughed, stood up and said: "Duming's death is not wronged, now you only need to win one game to succeed. Brother, your cultivation base is higher than mine, this battle , let me go."

Bianji didn't speak, Huicheng just assumed that he had acquiesced, and jumped onto the stage.

Lin Lingsu winked, and Pan Jinlian nodded slowly, pointing her toes to the ground, walking in the air, with a light body, like a dexterous swallow, landing on the stage.

She used Li Yu's simple version of the technique of controlling the sky, which doesn't need to be cultivated to reach a high level, but the disadvantage is that it can't fly far or high, so it's most suitable here.

But the audience didn't know it, and thought that the girl could fly in the sky at such a young age, and they couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamation.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Lin Lingsu shook her head secretly, this technique of controlling the sky has only two uses:

One is to provoke people who shouldn't be provoked, and run for their lives in a short distance;

Secondly, it is the same as today, showing off.

Huicheng looked at Pan Jinlian who came from Yukong, put away the contempt in his eyes, and his whole temperament changed.

Daxingshan Temple, as the towering white jade pillars of the Tang Dynasty Buddhism, and the sea purple gold beams, has always been the decision-maker of the Tang Dynasty Buddhism.

Huicheng is the leader of this generation. Although he was not famous early, he has already been placed in a very high position among the monks of the Tang Dynasty.

"Go ahead, lest others say that the poor monk bullied you."

Huicheng hadn't finished speaking yet, when suddenly something went wrong.

His meridians slowly became uncontrollable, and there was a feeling of acupuncture coming from all parts of the meridians.

(End of this chapter)