The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 218 Huineng
"Boom!"

The void vibrates, and the whole earth vibrates, like a real coercion, just like being in a squall.

It can be clearly felt that a pressure is suppressing on their heads.

Ji Chuan gritted his teeth and insisted, raised his head and looked up at the sky with difficulty, his pupils shrank suddenly.

In the sky that was originally empty, there stood a Taoist priest with an indifferent expression and a spirit of immortality.

A look fell on Ji Chuan.

This is a kind of disregard, disregard for life, disregard for ants.

"puff!"

Suddenly, Ji Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was pale and he looked shocked.

"Sword Intent!"

Ji Chuan whispered with a hoarse voice.

Ji Chuan was already in such a state of distress, not to mention the other people, those Tiqis of the Jinyiwei, had already knelt down on their knees, spitting blood out of their mouths, and unconscious.

Even Ye Qingming and Liu Meier couldn't hold on and collapsed to the ground. Mu Jue slightly bent his legs and held on.

Under this coercion, no one can keep calm.

"This person is comparable to Wuqu Xingjun, or even stronger, who is so holy?" Ji Chuan couldn't hold on any longer, and sat slumped on the ground, his thoughts wandering.

It's not that I can't hold on, but I don't want to use up the true energy in my body in vain.

Yang Ting gritted his teeth, cupped his fists and saluted, "Which senior is coming?"

"Are you Yang Ting?" The Taoist didn't answer, or he didn't bother to answer, and asked instead.

Although it is doubtful, it is extremely certain.

Yang Ting narrowed his eyes and said, "I am the governor of Jinyiwei, Yang Ting. I don't know who the senior is..."

The voice fell!

boom!
A pressure ten times heavier than before swept over, crushing Yang Ting to the ground, making him unable to move.

"You dare to question me in the Yuanshen realm, even Liu Xiang dare not speak to me like this, how dare you have the courage." Daoxuan said lightly.

These words are arrogant, but not conceited, he is just seeking truth from facts.

This person is none other than Reverend Daoxuan who came from Ningzhou.

Yang Ting's face was ferocious, and he roared inwardly.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute strength, no matter how stubborn you are, it's just the dying struggle of an ant.

Daoxuan said flatly: "It was you who killed thousands of disciples of the Five Great Sword Sects of my Chunyang Sword Sect branch, without even leaving any bones?"

Yang Ting kept a gloomy face and remained silent.

"There is an injustice and a debtor. If Jin Yiwei kills my Taoist disciple, I will kill Jin Yiwei."

As soon as Daoxuan finished speaking, wisps of sword intent lingered around his body, ready to rush towards Ji Chuan and the others.

A tiny ray of sword intent is enough to kill anyone present.

"Amitabha!"

A voice like Hong Zhong Da Lu shattered Daoxuan's sword intent one after another.

Not long after, a monk dressed in a gray monk's robe stood in the void, performed a Buddhist ceremony, and faced Daoxuan across the air.

Ji Chuan raised his head and stared at the sky, his heart was shaken, and he murmured: "Shaolin?"

Another Void Return Realm!

Ji Chuan sensed the fluctuation of true energy from the two of them, and the strength of the two was comparable.

A sense of urgency rose in Ji Chuan's heart. The situation he had been facing all along was far from enough in the innate realm.

"This Shaolin monk seems to be here to save them?" Ji Chuan and Yang Ting looked at each other, seeing Yang Ting nodding, he didn't have to breathe a sigh of relief.

The crisis is unresolved, but there is always a little hope.

"Amitabha, Reverend Daoxuan is safe and sound. You are a senior in the Jianghu. Why do you embarrass the juniors? Don't you make your fellow Jianghu laugh at you?"

The visitor had a look of compassion, and spoke in a flat tone with a gun and a stick in his mouth.

"Huineng!" Daoxuan's expression had always been indifferent, and finally there was a slight change.

It was an expression of extreme disgust.

"Huineng, you are following from the Chunyang Sword Sect, obstructing you all the way.

Do you really want to be a running dog of the imperial court, go all the way to the dark, and never stop with me before you give up. "

Daoxuan's sword intent flickered all over his body, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked directly at Monk Huineng.

"Gen Hui!" Ji Chuan said in shock, "What kind of deal did the imperial court make with Shaolin to make Shaolin Hui come out of the temple willingly.

If they survived, the future of this trip to the capital is unpredictable. "

"Reverend Daoxuan's words are wrong, I, Shaolin, was invited by Emperor Qin, not to oppose Daomen, I hope Reverend Daoxuan will not misunderstand.

Furthermore, it is against the law of heaven for real people to kill wantonly in Ningzhou City.

Now, the poor monk advises the real person not to be obsessed with obsession, and to embarrass a group of junior disciples, it really loses face. "

Hui Neng smiled and spoke earnestly, but every sentence was satirizing Daoxuan Master.

"This person is Jin Yiwei Zhenfu Yang Ting, who is the chief culprit who killed thousands of disciples of the five great sword sects of our Taoist sect.

I must seek justice for my Daoist sect, why?Monk Hui Neng, are you going to stop me? "

Daoxuan narrowed his eyes and said lightly.

Anyone could tell that Master Daoxuan was angry.

If it weren't for Huineng's strength being equal to him, he would have suppressed Huineng on the spot, so why would there be so much nonsense.

Anyway, it will be a matter of time before Shaolin and Daoist sects break up.

Hui Neng smiled lightly, and said a Buddhist saying, "Amitabha, since the poor monk has come, I am afraid that the real man will not be able to fulfill his wish."

Hui Neng is very confident, although he can't defeat Master Daoxuan, but it is not easy to kill people under his hands.

Daoxuan's sword intent flickered all over his body, and in a trance, the space distorted for a while, and the strands of sword intent were only a few feet away from Ji Chuan and others.

However, it was this distance of a few feet that prevented the strands of sword intent from advancing an inch.

At this time, a light yellow film slowly appeared in front of Ji Chuan and the others, blocking the sword intent.

Only Mu Jue and the other three didn't have sword intent coming in front of them. I'm afraid Daoxuan only killed Jin Yiwei, and he didn't want to kill more irrelevant people.

"Since Master Huineng intends to obstruct it, then the poor will not be polite."

Daoxuan's expression was gloomy, he pinched a sword formula in his hand, and a sharp sword was drawn out of its sheath.

Sword, unsheathed!

Unremarkable!

However, Daoxuan held the sword in his hand solemnly and looked directly at Huineng.

"Pure Yang Sword!"

Huineng's complexion suddenly changed, and his figure retreated sharply.

The Chunyang Sword is said to be the sword of Lu Zu, the patriarch of Taoism, and the treasure of the Chunyang Sword School.

Generally, they are kept by the Supreme Elder of the Chunyang Sword Sect, and it is impossible to easily become a sect.

In terms of strength alone, his strength is almost the same as that of Daoxuan, but if Daoxuan holds the Pure Yang Sword, he can be beheaded here.

This is also the reason why Huineng retreated quickly.

It's not worth risking my own life for the sake of a few ants in the court.

Huineng stared intently at the sword in Daoxuan's hand, his originally horrified face gradually became full of doubts.

"No!" Huineng woke up suddenly, and exclaimed, "No, I've been fooled."

Taking advantage of Huineng's suspicion, Daoxuan floated in front of Ji Chuan and others with a sharp sword intent all over his body.

Boom!

Far more powerful than before, the light yellow film was easily broken.

Strands of silver-white sword intent penetrated into everyone's minds like a naughty little snake.

Yang Ting was still looking up at the sky intently, but suddenly, his eyes froze and he fell to the ground absentmindedly.

Jin Yiwei Tiqi, who was originally unconscious, could no longer wake up.

Only Mu Jue and the other three were left safe and sound.

Do not!
More than three people!

As soon as the silver-white sword intent entered Ji Chuan's mind, Ji Chuan's figure shattered like a bubble.

(End of this chapter)