Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

"Hey~"

Under Zhao Xuan's deliberate control, the old monk slashed him away with one blow and fell to the ground, leaving a big hole in the ground and causing dust to fly.

The old monk took a step forward, came to Zhao Xuan, and said sternly: "Surrender or not?"

Zhao Xuan didn't say anything, but the old monk stabbed him again, and Zhao Xuan sank deeply into the ground.

"The evil barrier, I ask you, will you surrender?"

The old monk looked down at Zhao Xuan condescendingly with his angry eyes like a diamond.

Buddha's light burst out from behind him, creating a picture.

One is the endless hell, where evil spirits are rampant, and mortals are tortured by mountains of swords, mountains of fire, seas of oil, and pans of oil, and they cry miserably.

One is the paradise world, where there are dancing goddesses in white gauze and countless fine wines and delicacies.

"Life or death, it all depends on your thoughts."

Zhao Xuan remained silent.

He probably guessed that the old monk could no longer resist.

Otherwise, one stab after another would be enough to make most people despair, and there would be so much nonsense.

The old monk's face became very ferocious, and he almost screamed: "I ask you, surrender or not."

He raised the sword high and slashed it at Zhao Xuan's head.

He really wanted to kill Zhao Xuan.

He is not willing to give in.

Such a powerful defensive magic weapon came to him, but he still couldn't take it away.

After three days of wasting, 90% of the mana was lost, but nothing was gained.

The last knife contained all his resentment, and he also used all his strength. Where the blade was directed, the void shattered like tofu.

Even time has become extremely long.

Zhao Xuan was blasted into the ground.

He hesitated whether to vomit some blood, pretended that he couldn't bear it, and continued walking the fish.

Seeing the desperate look in the old monk's eyes, he decided to do the opposite.

He laughed and said: "Old bald donkey, you can't do it anymore."

The old monk, who was already furious, almost couldn't hold back the sword again.

But he held back.

He doesn't have much mana left in his body. Although it is more than enough to deal with Zhao Xuan, if he continues to use it up, it will be very dangerous if he encounters someone of the same level.

He hasn't been dazzled by the benefits yet, and he doesn't intend to put himself in danger for Zhao Xuan.

Seeing that provocation was ineffective, Zhao Xuan shook his head: "It seems that you are really in trouble."

"In that case, give it to me."

As soon as he finished speaking, large black and yellow flags rose up all around, quickly surrounding the old monk.

Counting it down, there are two to thirty thousand rods.

This is all Zhao Xuan's inventory.

When he got the Book of Earth, the "Central Apricot Flag" destined to be refined in the Guiyi Realm was like a piece of cake to him now.

The Earth Book's defense is stronger and consumes less.

If Di Shu can't defend him, no matter how many "central apricot flags" he has, he can't withstand it.

Might as well go to stock.

So he released all the remaining "central apricot flags" in one go.

Isn’t the old monk good at fighting? Then let him continue to spend mana to destroy the "Central Apricot Flag".

If he doesn't fight, Zhao Xuan still has 20,000 to 30,000 "Fantian Seal", which can give the old monk a taste of what meteorite rain is.

The old monk suddenly reacted: "Are you pretending?"

Zhao Xuan said slowly: "That's what you say."

He was too lazy to fight, he just wanted to kill the old bald donkey.

One mouthful of evil and one who is still thinking about his book. In other words, he has a way to die.

Ignoring him made the old monk feel more humiliated than insulting him.

He was fooled by someone from the Guiyi Realm, which was a great shame and humiliation.

The old monk was so angry that he casually slashed a "central apricot-yellow flag" and said angrily: "How can this little trick stop me?"

He wielded the sword so airtight that wherever he touched, the "central apricot flag" was torn to pieces and lost its power.

Compared to at least dealing with Zhao Xuan's big opening and closing, regardless of the mana loss.

This time, he became prudent and used the least mana to exert the strongest power.

But the number of "central apricot flags" of 20,000 to 30,000 is still a bit too much.

It's extremely easy to cut through one side.

It's no difficulty to cut through ten sides. Cutting through hundreds of faces is a bit strenuous.

It becomes even more difficult when there are thousands and thousands of faces.

This is the strongest defense recorded in the "Yuanshi Golden Chapter".

If Zhao Xuan was at the same level as the old monk, it would be difficult for him to even cut through one side.

As the mana was consumed, the old monk's anger gradually turned into fear.

He was afraid that he would lose his magic power and fall into Zhao Xuan's hands.

He began to regret why he had coveted Zhao Xuan's magic weapon and wasted several days, putting himself in danger.

It's a pity it's too late.

Zhao Xuan has been walking fish until now, and it is the time to harvest. How could he allow this big fish, the old monk, to escape?

Gradually, the old monk became desperate.

He clasped his hands together, squeezed his body and soul, and squeezed out a majestic mana.

In an instant, Buddha's light soared into the sky.

He followed the Buddha's light and wanted to escape.

However, as soon as they rushed up, there were hundreds of "central apricot flags" blocking the way.

The old monk was completely desperate and burned everything.

He could die, but he had to die in battle, instead of being humiliatingly defeated at the hands of a Guiyi Realm and dying of humiliation.

So, he tried his best.

This time, even if he escapes, he will run out of energy and die.

Before he died, many dusty images appeared in the old monk's mind.

When he was a child, he was taken to Jinguang Temple by his master to practice.

After coming down the mountain, I met a female Bodhisattva and accidentally broke the precepts.

Later, he was discovered by his master and was forced to kill the female Bodhisattva he had been in love with for several years, so he harbored a grudge against his master.

When he surpasses his master in cultivation, he will humiliate his master under the guise of a competition to avenge his persecution.

Then there was the competition for the hosting position, so he was in danger many times.

He sighed leisurely: "My whole life has been like walking on thin ice and I have done all kinds of bad things. Will I still be able to see the World Honored Buddha?"

According to Buddhist precepts, he will go to hell.

"Okay, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately."

In a daze, the old monk looked at the incomparably holy Buddha's light. A fat monk nodded to him and told him that he could see the World Honored Buddha.

The old monk smiled.

If you commit evil all your life and put down your butcher knife before you die, you will become a Buddha.

How can there be such a good thing in the world?
The moment the powerful, vast, and profound aura emerged, Zhao Xuan secretly thought it was not good.

The old monk was shocked.

No, he had to kill the old monk before he swayed him.

After walking for so long, he would never forgive himself if he ran away.

He decisively drew out a spiritual sword, poured all the Immortal Killing Sword Intent he had realized in recent days into it, and stabbed towards the old monk.

The fat monk stood across the space and clasped his hands together: "Little donor, can you be merciful?"

Leave it to your uncle.

Zhao Xuan cursed silently in his heart and slashed at the old monk regardless.

When the old monk suppressed him and beat him, no one said anything about showing mercy.

He exhausted the old monk's magic power, and when he was about to win, someone jumped out and said, "Be merciful."

Why?
Is it because of his big face?
Seeing that words were useless, the fat monk sighed and stretched out a finger.

The green-white jade fingers stretched across hundreds of millions of miles and pointed toward Zhao Xuan's sword.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to stop it.

Probably in the opinion of the fat monk, asking Zhao Xuan to be merciful was not showing dignity to Zhao Xuan.

Since Zhao Xuan refused, then he would help Zhao Xuan look decent.

A cruel look flashed across Zhao Xuan's face, he pulled out the book from his body and threw it towards his fingers.

The moment the two collided, time seemed to stand still, and everything slowed down.

But Zhao Xuan's sword was not slow.

The spiritual sword, which contained endless immortal-killing sword intent, stabbed the old monk through without any hindrance.

The raging sword intent erupted, and the old monk didn't even have time to hum, and his soul was gone.

Zhao Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling comfortable. (End of chapter)