Simultaneous travel: Each of me has a different golden finger

Chapter 129: Reversal of the situation, self-destruction

"Shh!"

Bai Jing pointed out a finger, and the terrifying sword energy was enough to cut gold and jade.

"boom!"

The two men fought each other and were evenly matched.

"Amitabha, why did you start such a huge killing? You know that you will be entangled in karma and will be thrown into the eighteen levels of hell by the Buddha after you die, and you will never be able to be reborn!"

Seeing that his identity had been revealed, the Sweeping Monk no longer concealed it.

"How can you say I'm killing people? I've done great things that will last for generations to come!"

Bai Jing looked a little cold and said, "You guys at Shaolin Temple have been pretending to be grandsons for so long, why are you jumping out now?"

"We don't want to either, but the donor forced half of the monks in the world's temples to return to secular life, which is undermining our foundation!"

Anger showed up on the Sweeping Monk's face.

"Monks do not engage in production, but only eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name all day long. They are actually parasites of the country and should return to secular life!

You refused to join the army, so I wanted to destroy your Shaolin Temple. If it weren't for Master Zhang's pleading for you, how could you still be standing here and talking to me!

It’s not too late now!”

Bai Jing drew out the long sword from his waist, with murderous intent and sharp sword energy!

"Amitabha, you must know that my Buddha also has the appearance of a wrathful Vajra!"

“Zheng, zheng, zheng!”

The Sweeping Monk gathered his energy and his whole body turned golden, his strength and defense increased greatly, it was the Buddha's unique skill of an indestructible body!
"boom!"

The two men fought each other with great momentum, forming a vacuum zone. Even if they were not as strong as Zhang Sanfeng and the Buyi Monk, they were not something that ordinary people could defeat.

The Sweeping Monk waved his hand and a terrifying force smashed towards Bai Jing with such force and power that it felt like a thousand kilograms!

"Great Compassionate Thousand Leaf Hands!"

"Little tricks!"

Bai Jing came later but arrived first, and pointed his sword directly at the Sweeping Monk's weak spot.

If the Sweeping Monk insisted on attacking, Bai Jing's blow would pierce his heart.

"Good boy!"

The Sweeping Monk was horrified and had to give up his attack. He was forced to defend himself, and he turned his palm to block Bai Jing's sword.

"Prajna Zen Palm!"

The Sweeping Monk changed his moves and struck out again with a palm strike.

He has studied the 72 Shaolin secret techniques for more than a hundred years. Even if Bai Jing can see through the flaws of the Thousand-Leaf Hand of Great Compassion, how can he resist other moves?
But what he didn't expect was that Bai Jing still accurately found his flaws and put him in a passive position.

"Pick your fingers!"

"Kanda Palm!"

"Dragon Claw Hand!"

"..."

The Sweeping Monk refused to believe in evil and used all 72 Shaolin secret skills. Any other master would probably be overwhelmed if it were him.

But Bai Jing's swordplay was extremely graceful. He anticipated the enemy's moves, and his sword moves were endless, and every strike was a killing move!
"I understand! You are using the unique martial arts of the past Dugu Qiubai, the Dugu Nine Swords!"

The Sweeping Monk's face gradually became ugly. The Dugu Nine Swords is a master-level martial art. The main point is that no moves are better than moves. Its intention is even higher than the 72 Shaolin unique skills!
He is no match for Bai Jing!

On the other side, Zhang Sanfeng had already beaten the cloth-clothed monk back step by step, and was in danger!
If this continues, their Shaolin Temple will really suffer a devastating disaster!
A faint sense of regret emerged in the Sweeping Monk's heart.

If the desert countries had not promised that after this battle, the status of Shaolin Temple would remain extremely high, he would not have risked coming here.

"If you surrender now and surrender yourself, I might be able to let you live."

Bai Jing chuckled, but he was also secretly anxious in his heart.

This old fellow has been practicing for a hundred years. His Vajra Indestructible Power is like a turtle shell, which he really can't break.

If he could hold on for more than ten minutes, the situation would be completely reversed.

Master Zhang, please help! "No way!"

The Sweeping Monk took a breath of true energy and pushed the Vajra Indestructible Skill to its limit, and the golden light on his body became three times brighter.

'no solution anymore! '

Bai Jing looked stern and used all kinds of methods!
Laziness, fatigue, world-weariness... many negative emotions immediately swept through the Sweeping Monk's mind, greatly reducing his fighting spirit.

"What kind of method is this!"

The Sweeping Monk was shocked, and immediately held on to his spiritual platform, chanting in his heart the Buddhist methods of cultivating the mind.

'The body is a bodhi tree, the mind is like a bright mirror, always wipe it and don't let it get dusty! '

Most of the negative emotions dissipated, but the Sweeping Monk's face did not look good. In order to distract himself from resisting Bai Jing's methods, he could only exert 90% of his strength!
"You can actually attract the invasion of inner demons and make people go crazy. You are really the cause of trouble in this chaotic world. You can't be allowed to stay!"

The sweeping monk looked angry.

Seeing this, Bai Jing frowned.

If the warriors in this world want to break through to the level of a grandmaster, they must hone their martial arts will. Although the Sweeping Monk has bad behavior, he can be considered a man of strong will.

The two special abilities, Thunder Smoke Cannon and Intestinal Poison, did not play much of a role.

"Qi poison!"

The Qi poison ability was activated, and the colorless and odorless poison reduced the Sweeping Monk's combat power by another half.

"Nine Swords of Dugu: Breaking Qi Style!"

After stacking various negative states on the Sweeping Monk, Bai Jing immediately opened fire at full force and put the Sweeping Monk at a disadvantage.

'wrong! ’

The Sweeping Monk noticed something unusual about Bai Jing.

Logically speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's strength is still above that of the common monk, and a great victory is a matter of time.

Bai Jing only needs to hold me back to achieve final victory. Why is he so anxious and insists on fighting with me to the death?
'Is it possible that he can't sustain this state for long?'

Although he did not have Zhang Sanfeng's eyesight, he could see that Bai Jing's true cultivation level was only at the innate perfection level.

If his guess was correct, then he wouldn't have to worry about anything else!
The Sweeping Monk was delighted and immediately changed his battle strategy. He only defended and did not attack, trying his best to maintain his Vajra Indestructible Power.

Let's bet: your sword is sharper, or my body is harder!
Time passed slowly, and soon it was ten minutes.

Zhang Sanfeng pushed out his palms, moving the celestial phenomena into the shape of Tai Chi, and suppressed the monk in plain clothes.

"After all, his cultivation is not as profound as Master Zhang's."

The cloth-clothed monk was breathing hard, and his eyes were filled with death.

In his day, he was considered invincible, and after practicing martial arts all his life, he had reached the late grandmaster level.

Only with the eleventh level of Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra could he fight Zhang Sanfeng in a balanced manner.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you just pass away now? As for the Tantric Buddhism, I can make the decision and leave a successor alive."

Zhang Sanfeng's brows relaxed.

He could see that Bai Jing was interested in the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra.

Although the Tantric sect wished Bai Jing would die suddenly, the inheritance is still the same regardless of who is inheriting it.

Zhang Sanfeng felt sympathy for the monk and couldn't help but try to persuade him, but the Tai Chi power in his hands never dissipated.

"Thank you."

The monk smiled with relief, a puzzled look in his eyes, and said: "Please give me a little mercy and let me die alone. I don't need you to be involved in the karma of killing.

When you ascend to heaven in the future, you may even be known as a compassionate Taoist in heaven."

Zhang Sanfeng said cheerfully: "No need to do that, let me suffer a little loss and send you off. I don't care about a little killing karma."

"boom!"

After saying that, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly attacked, rushed forward, and punched out. The power of Tai Chi punched through the cloth-clothed monk's body, and his heart turned into dust!

"Ahem, fellow Taoist, what I just said was sincere, why are you unwilling to appreciate it?"

The cloth-clothed monk coughed up blood, but his hands tightly held Zhang Sanfeng's body, and a destructive force was brewing in his body!
(End of this chapter)