Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

If I were to go all out, I could severely injure him in ten moves.

Liao Kong nodded solemnly: "This old monk is not so arrogant as to think that he can dissuade Benefactor Yue, but Jingnian Chan Sect and Cihang Jingzhai are of the same ilk, and it is necessary to stop Benefactor Yue."

He clasped his hands together, activated his meditation skills, and was enveloped in a faint Buddhist light.

“Benefactor Yue, let this old monk have a good experience of your unique skills.”

hum!

The void trembled, and as he spoke, his palms were extended, causing the surrounding heaven and earth to stir, and the power of heaven and earth to empower him.

The Four Vajra Guardians had also used this palm strike before, but its power was incomparable.

As the palm strike was unleashed, the Buddha's light shone brightly, as if a phantom Buddha image appeared behind it, dispelling all evil in the world and suppressing all enemies.

"Well done!"

Yue Zhuoqun let out a low shout and, at the instant the Buddha's palm force approached his body, he also struck out with a palm.

"hold head high!"

A deep, resonant dragon roared, its true energy and physical power swirling through the air, transforming into a divine dragon.

Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!

Although this palm technique is only a superior martial art, its power ceiling is extremely high.

The deeper one's skill and the stronger one's physique, the more domineering one's attack power.

The dragon and the Buddha's palm collided, causing chaos in the surrounding world. Light and shadow intertwined with energy, and a fierce wind rose, transforming the world into a chaotic ocean.

The light that was dazzling a moment ago suddenly turned into darkness the next second, as if it had absorbed and swallowed up all the light.

Wanwan, watching from the rear, felt her heart tremble, as if her spirit was about to sink into this raging darkness.

thump~

Jingle bell bell~

The Buddhist bell in the Zen temple rang loudly, and the Buddhist bells hanging under the eaves shook wildly.

puff~

The four Vajra warriors, already severely injured, became even more disoriented, spitting blood from their mouths.

They retreated more than twenty meters in a disheveled state, finally escaping the turmoil. They quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, circulating their inner energy to suppress their agitated true qi, no longer daring to look at the battle in the arena.

Yue Zhuoqun and Liao Kong's figures had completely disappeared into the darkness, all their movements were concealed, and only the sounds of collisions could be heard.

Wanwan silently counted until the thirteenth voice rang out, at which point the darkness shattered, and the interior scene reappeared.

Yue Zhuoqun stood in the center of the field, his black hair flowing, exuding an invincible aura of dominance.

Liao Kong's face was as white as paper, covered with wrinkles, and he looked decades older in a short period of time.

His monk's robes were tattered and torn, with blood constantly dripping from them. His breath was extremely weak: "The Great Demon-Planting Technique of the Dao Heart?"

"Indeed, all your power has become nourishment for my demonic seed."

"I never imagined that this demonic art could not only use people as a cultivation vessel, but also plunder the essence of others."

Amitabha Buddha, the darkest hour for Buddhism... has arrived..."

"Bah!"

Liao Kong fell straight to the ground.

"Master Zen!"

The four guardian Vajras cried out in grief and rushed over to check, but Liao Kong had already died without a trace.

"The Zen master is dead, he's dead."

"Hmph, this is what happens when you oppose me."

Yue Zhuoqun snorted coldly, ignoring the four people, and walked straight to the bronze Buddha Hall, striking out with a palm.

Bang!

The bronze palace door, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, was blasted open.

A white shadow flashed, and Shi Feixuan, exuding a holy aura, leaped out of the bronze hall. In her left hand, she carried a small bronze box, from which a faint imperial pressure emanated.

"Nephew, the Zen Master has died at the hands of Yue Zhuoqun. You must leave quickly," Bu Chi reminded him.

Shi Feixuan's pupils contracted, and she took a step to retreat, only to feel herself enveloped by a dangerous aura.

With a flash of afterimage, Yue Zhuoqun appeared in front of her.

She instinctively swung her right palm out, but before she could unleash her power, an invisible force firmly held her arm in place.

With a swift release, the copper box was in Yue Zhuoqun's hands.

"give me back!"

Shi Feixuan's eyes were filled with anxiety.

She could clearly see the scene around her: the death of her senior brother Liaokong and the serious injuries to the four guardian Vajras were clearly the work of Yue Zhuoqun.

I am definitely no match for them.

However, the He Shi Bi jade was stored in a bronze box and absolutely could not be lost; the only option was to try and seize it.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled and easily deflected Shi Feixuan's attack with a wave of his hand: "Fairy Shi, you are far from being able to fight me. Let me find you a more suitable opponent!"

With that, he flicked his sleeves, and spiraling internal energy enveloped Shi Feixuan's body, throwing her towards Wanwan's location.

"Hehe, thank you, Holy Lord Brother!"

Wanwan cheered and swung out the Heavenly Demon Ribbon.

The ribbon, imbued with the true energy of the Heavenly Demon Technique, shot straight towards Shi Feixuan's neck like a venomous snake.

Shi Feixuan's eyes flashed with coldness as she recognized this destined enemy.

Yue Zhuoqun was a powerful figure vying for supremacy, and the fact that the He Shi Bi jade was stolen was entirely his own fault for being less skilled.

The overall situation is still uncertain, so temporary wins and losses don't matter. We can retrieve the He Shi Bi jade later after helping Li Shimin conquer the world.

Wanwan is her destined rival, and she absolutely cannot lose.

Sword energy surged, and the sword carried on his back was drawn and slashed at the Heavenly Demon Ribbon.

Chi!

The sword energy struck the ribbon, sending it flying.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Demon Ribbon was made of special silk, which was extremely tough. If it were ordinary silk, it would have been cut into pieces with just one blow.

The moment the ribbons parted, the longsword drew a curtain of light, its dense sword energy covering Wanwan like rain.

Wanwan felt a sharp pain in her skin, as if she were trapped in a cage of sword energy.

With a raised eyebrow, she unleashed the graceful Heavenly Demon Dance, her ribbons swaying incessantly, transforming into a light screen to protect the surroundings.

"Wow, you can actually control your sword energy to such an extent!" she exclaimed, slightly shocked.

During this period of time, he practiced martial arts with Yue Zhuoqun and his strength improved rapidly. He thought he could crush Shi Feixuan, but the result was unexpected.

Shi Feixuan's eyes were cold, but she said, "I just barely managed to enter the realm of Sword Heart Clarity with the help of the He Shi Bi. Wanwan, with your current progress in the Heavenly Demon Art, you are no match for me."

"That's not necessarily true!" Wanwan thought with surprise, but her confidence remained.

After all, in addition to the martial arts from the Heavenly Demon Secret, he also cultivated the Qiankun Moding technique taught by Yue Zhuoqun.

This is a secret technique that can break through the enemy's defenses and launch a counterattack.

"Watch me break your Compassionate Sword Technique!"

The Heavenly Demon Ribbon spun wildly in the air, dancing in circles, its spiraling force sweeping over the opponent's sword energy.

Chapter 192 Everything this commander values, I want it all.

Shi Feixuan's sword energy was originally as dense as rain, penetrating everywhere and covering an area of ​​more than ten meters.

After the vortex force field of the Heavenly Demon Ribbon rippled outwards, it acted like an invisible hand, confining the sword energy to one place and condensing it into a waterfall of sword energy, which then turned around and launched a counterattack.

Shi Feixuan's beautiful eyes sparkled, her hair fluttered in the wind, her jade-like hands, white as snow, gripped the Color Void Sword tightly, and she gracefully unleashed her movements.

She first leaped back two zhang in mid-air to avoid the sharp force of the sword energy that was swirling back, and then bent down to press down.

With a flick of his wrist, an unparalleled sword technique evolved from the Formless Sword. The countless sword shadows seemed to form a sword mountain, cascading down from the sky and crashing down on the waterfall of sword energy.

Bang!

The two sword energies, both originating from her own hand, collided, unleashing a blinding brilliance, like a galaxy exploding, so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at them.

Shi Feixuan paid little attention to the clash of the two sword energies. She flipped her body, transforming into the grace of a celestial maiden, and unleashed the Color Void Sword once more.

The first two sword strikes were impressive for their magnificent sword energy, while this one was captivating for its unparalleled sharpness.

The sword tip, radiating an indestructible sharpness, seemed to have become a divine sword that could stabilize the sea. It pierced through the vortex force field of the Heavenly Demon Ribbon, pressing towards Wanwan and unleashing a dense, rapid attack.

The Cihang Sword Manual, as the supreme martial art of Cihang Jingzhai, is revered as one of the Four Great Classical Novels, and indeed possesses unspeakable mysteries.

The Four Great Classical Books, to be precise, all belong to the Taoist school of thought.