Lord of the Desert

Chapter 493 Samadhi
The battlefield is a square paved with white marble bricks outside the main hall.

Yi She held a scimitar in his hand and stood facing the rain in front of the building among the eight steles. Around the outermost circle were nearly a hundred onlookers.

"Senior Lou, please don't hold back."

The blade was unsheathed, and the remaining sound was shrill.

Lou Qianyu nodded silently, put on his boxing stance, and signaled the other party to attack first.

Lightning crackled and blue light shone through the shadows under the Huabiao relief.

Yi She took a series of steps forward and slashed with his long arms - this strike was certainly fast, but in Hong Fan's opinion it was still within his response range, and was far inferior to the time when he was intercepted outside Princess Xian De's mansion.

Lou Qianyu remained calm and charged forward with his bare hands, stepped aside to avoid the sharp blade and then attacked with a whip with his backhand, but was blocked by Yi She's elbow.

It was obvious that neither side gave their best in the first encounter.

Several moves were changed in an instant, and Yi She gradually increased his speed.

The scimitar chopped into a circle, and several flashes of lightning remained in the air at the same time, and the smell of ionized ozone filled the wind.

Yu was fighting and retreating in front of the building, and he dodged the blade with his face. The first drop of blood flowed from the tip of his nose hit by the electric arc.

With a crackling sound, the heel crushed the jade brick.

He suddenly clenched his fists, his muscles bulged and his hair stood up.

"Just flow."

Qu Luoyi spoke in short sentences.

Lou Qianyu's nickname "Three Mountains and a Half Fallen" is taken from "Three Mountains and a Half Fallen Outside the Blue Sky", which refers to the three unique skills of hardness, softness and evil in the "Samadhi Vajra Sutra", which can be flexibly switched to strengthen the three aspects of defense, recovery and destruction respectively.

The scimitar cut and hit Lou Qianyu's forearm, releasing a sound of metal.

Yi She's pupils shrank as he used his left palm to block the incoming fist; his palm instantly became red and swollen.

"drink!"

Yu in front of the building exhaled and shouted, crushing the white marble floor tiles with his feet, and smashing with his fists like hammers, actually breaking the top-grade Xuan-level scimitar.

This injured Yi She's right wrist which was holding the knife.

Sikong Po couldn't help but exclaimed "good".

Yi She fell into a disadvantage and had to parry with one hand, and quickly retreated with his back against the Huabiao.

The two men attacked and defended around the pillar, and the relief of the coiled dragon was smashed to pieces by Lou Qianyu's heavy punch, and the flying debris tore several holes in Yi She's blue robe.

"Master Yi has just entered the world of Liuhe, and he really doesn't have enough experience."

Sikong Po commented with a smile.

"It's too early to tell."

Yin Wuxiang, who had fought with him before, turned back.

Before the four words were uttered, the situation on the battlefield had already changed.

Yi She seemed to be in a mess after defending for a long time without attacking, but suddenly he stabbed with his right hand hidden behind his back, and a thin blade of light about a foot long spurted out from his fingertips.

Lou Qianyu tried hard to dodge, but was still cut in the right abdomen.

There was no bleeding, the skin and flesh exploded and carbonized directly.

The two separated amidst the hissing from the sidelines.

"The electric sword 'Jingzhe', I was defeated by this last time."

Yin Wuxiang clenched his fist and sighed.

Hong Fan had heard of this killing method - one of the signature moves of the Void Thunder Sutra, ranked first - and he guessed that its principle was to condense and ionize nitrogen and oxygen molecules in the atmosphere to form a plasma beam with a core temperature comparable to that of a lightning channel.

"Senior, you were careless."

Yi She straightened his messy clothes and smiled.

"I was prepared, but I still didn't get out of the way."

Lou Qianyu shook his head and loosened his clenched fists. Then his hair and muscles all relaxed, and his whole body moved gently with his breathing.

In just one breath, the wound between his ribs had closed and was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The soft flow of samadhi."

Qu Luoyi crossed his arms and spoke casually and disdainfully.

"A small wound that penetrated two inches into the flesh will take another twenty breaths to heal. It's very difficult."

Although what the Little Dou Emperor said was untrue, no one refuted it.

When it comes to recovery ability in martial arts, the most recommended ones in the world are "Yi Mu Qing Lang Jing" and "Ashura Fighting Sutra". The former is relatively longer in durability, while the latter has even stronger recovery explosiveness.

The shadow of the flying cloud cuts across the square.

In front of the building, the rain is intertwined in the palms, and the true energy is boiling like a file.

"Bolang Palm, be careful."

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the stele, smoothing out the stone carvings wherever he passed, and stone powder fell off.

Yi She nodded solemnly, and used the second-grade killing method "Thunder Strike". Although he had lost his weapon, lightning was still lingering at his fingertips.

The war started again.

Lou Qianyu changed his vigorous style and just kept on attacking indiscriminately to exchange injuries for injuries; in contrast, Yi She had strict rules and regulations and gained a lot of advantages during the attack and defense.

The problem is that the "Void Thunder Sutra" is not good at recovery.

During the stalemate, Lou Qianyu's electric shock wounds continued to scab and heal, and his endurance was endless. However, every time Yi She missed, even the slightest contact would cause his skin and flesh to be torn off by Bo Lang's palm power. Soon his upper body was covered with wounds.

His clothes were soaked with blood. The balance of victory and defeat was rapidly tilting.

Yi She waved his lightning and confronted the rain in front of Lou Qian head-on. He used the force to fly back and stomped his feet, raising the white marble that was shattered all over the ground.

The jade shattered into dust in the lightning, blocking the view.

Amid the chaos of sound and light, Hong Fan could no longer catch Yi She's breathing and heartbeat.

The same is true for the rain in front of the building.

Not wanting to give his opponent a chance to catch his breath, he rushed into the smoke. After going several meters deep, he suddenly found that the hairs on his arms were standing on end.

There was a faint blue electric flash in the air.

There was a thunder in the void.

The flashing blue light illuminated two figures five meters apart in the dust and smoke - Lou Qianyu leaned forward and rushed forward, while Yi She stood with his back against the Huabiao, with his hands in a magic seal.

"Thunder Prison."

Yin Wuxiang muttered to himself.

This is another well-known innate killing method in the "Void Thunder Sutra". It can create a huge voltage difference within a spherical barrier of a certain radius, continuously causing indiscriminate air breakdown and causing wide-area damage.

After taking just one step, the rain in front of the building received three electric shocks.

The speed of the atmosphere penetration was extremely fast, and it was impossible for the innate realm to block it. The continuous damage of the Thunder Prison also exceeded the recovery speed of the Soft Flow, breaking the balance.

Lou Qianyu had to change his tactics.

He curled his fingers into claws, tightened his muscles as he drove, and increased his speed by 50% despite the electric shock.

[He wanted to use his speed advantage to finish off his opponent before the Thunder Prison completely erupted.]

Hong Fan instantly understood Lou Qianyu's thoughts, and at the same time thought of the step that surpassed "Instant Step" in front of Princess Xian De's mansion.

No one could see the blue light hidden in Yi She's eyes.

When they made contact, he narrowly avoided Lou Qianyu's claw attack, and then flashed a ray of lightning across the opponent's throat.

The outcome has been decided.

"Super killing method, Thunder Arrives."

The one who spoke was Kou Yong.

"Using lightning to replace the original signal transmission system in the human body, the speed is increased by 70%, and the reaction is increased by three times. Looking at the Yi family, there are very few people who can practice this skill in the Xiantian realm. Yi She is really good at hiding it..."

Yin Wuxiang and Sikong Po were disappointed, while Zhong Lianyun was serious.

The smoke and dust settled, revealing a messy battlefield.

"I lost."

The rain in front of the building seemed a little lost, but the voice remained calm.

Just as most of the warriors present had guessed, Sanshanbanluo had stronger basic skills, but the absolute gap between the two martial arts in killing methods determined the outcome.

"Senior, I accept it."

Yi She straightened his blood-soaked robe and bowed slightly.

Although he was covered in wounds and ragged clothes at this time, his proud posture was even more powerful than thunder and lightning.

Lou Qianyu left the field dejectedly, leaving his wounds to the doctor waiting at the sidelines.

On the other side, Yi She occupied the center of the stage, his eyes first swept over Hong Fan, then looked at Zhong Lianyun.

"Sister Zhong, I would like to ask for your advice at Jianyu Square in fifteen days. Please help me."

He straightened his back and saluted, not looking like a toady at Xiao Chu's door at all.

"Okay, then I will stay in Shenjing for another fifteen days."

Zhong Lianyun replied, her voice was unlike her appearance, quite gentle and pleasant.

With the fierce battle between Lou Yi and the other two as an example, the interest of everyone present in competing for victory was wiped out.

The second half of the show was rather dull.

At 2 p.m., everyone said goodbye one after another.

When Hong Fan walked out of the door, he saw Kou Yong standing by the road with his hands behind his back, motionless.

"Brother Kou, what are you doing?"

he asked, leaning forward, startling a starling from the treetops.

"I was just testing my patience with Brother Bird to see who would move first."

Kou Yong stretched lazily.

"Alas, Brother Bird, you lose this time."

He pinched one side of his moustache and spoke with a sense of satisfaction.

"Brother Kou is somewhat similar to Brother Hu from the Hu Lu Clan. They both look carefree and don't care about anything."

Hong Fan sighed upon seeing this.

"I'm not like him."

Unexpectedly, the other party just shook his head.

"What I care about is different from what others care about. As for Lao Hu, he probably doesn't dare to care."

When Kou Yong said this, his eyes were reflecting the moment when the leaves fell into the surface of the lake.

(End of this chapter)