Zongwu: The Rise of the Little People

All the way south.

Ning Daoqi traveled dozens of miles in a short time.

Stop at a small hill.

Under the moonlight, the long sword trembled, Zhao Xu's white clothes were slightly tattered, and his clothes fluttered, showing the unruly style of a sword immortal!

Zhao Xu caught up with him not long ago.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

Suddenly, in the night surrounding the hills, there was the sound of wooden fish being struck. The sound spread in all directions, like the loud and clear sound of a bell, captivating people's hearts.

On the east side, Liaokong was holding a wooden fish and Fan Qinghui was holding a sword, walking slowly in the air. Behind them were four strong monks. They were the four Dharma protectors of Jingnian Temple, who were not greedy, angry, ignorant, or afraid.

"Cihang Jingzhai, Jingnian Zen Temple!"

Zhao Xu quickly determined the identity of the person.

next moment.

"Amitabha!"

The four Buddhist names are chanted simultaneously.

Four voices came out of nowhere and combined together, like the evening drum and morning bell, resounding in the night sky.

It was the four great holy monks who appeared in the West. Their chanting of Buddha's name and their magical Zen spirit reached people's hearts and captured their minds.

It seems that only the north is empty.

But in Zhao Xu's perception, a black-robed monk was standing there quietly without any sound.

At this moment, Ning Daoqi had already healed his abdominal wound, stared at Zhao Xu, and sighed:

"The evil emperor's relic is surrounded by evil spirits and can cause great harm to people. Since you have gained the benefits, you should stop before it is too late!"

Zhao Xu heard this and responded slowly:

"This is really funny. This evil emperor's relic is the treasure inherited from the Xieji Sect and has nothing to do with Buddhism."

Having said this, he paused for a moment, and then sneered:

"What's more, the Taoist priest is from the Taoist sect, how could he be so deeply involved with Buddhism?"

Ning Daoqi's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly:

"If it's the right path, why do we need to distinguish it so clearly?"

"Haha!" Zhao Xu didn't continue talking, but just chuckled twice.

At this time, Dao Xin, one of the four great saintly monks, spoke:

"The donor has spread the news of the evil creatures of the Demon Sect throughout the martial arts world, causing great turmoil and a bloody storm."

"For the sake of world peace, we, the Buddhist sect, ask you to hand over the evil emperor's relics so that we can take them back to the Buddha and suppress them!"

Zhao Xu remained unmoved and replied calmly:

"Master, why do you have to say such nonsense? Even if there is no evil emperor's relic, fighting among warriors, killings in the martial arts world, and turmoil in the dynasty have never stopped."

Fan Qinghui, who was standing by, saw that Zhao Xu was unmoved and said in a serious tone:

"Masters, this man is stubborn. Now we can only force him to come before the Buddha and hand over the evil things!"

"Force me?" Zhao Xu smiled, his sword intent rose, the long sword in his hand trembled, and the sound of the sword resounded through the world.

at this time.

"Amitabha!" A slightly dry Buddhist chant sounded.

Zhao Xu glanced over and saw nothing, breaking the silent meditation that he had practiced for more than twenty years.

Today, in the Buddhist community of the Sui Dynasty, the four great holy monks are highly respected and are the spiritual leaders.

Fan Qinghui of Cihang Jingzhai is good at dancing with long sleeves and is a leader with real power.

But when it comes to personal Buddhist martial arts, Liao Kong is the strongest. With great perseverance, he practiced silent meditation for more than 20 years and his mental and spiritual skills reached the pinnacle.

His face looks rejuvenated, like a young man in his twenties.

In this way, one can grow inversely and reach the state of transcendence and sainthood.

After a brief discomfort, Liao Kong stepped into the air and said in a voice as loud as metal and stone:

"Everyone, take action to subdue the demon!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already shot out, the wooden fish in his hand vibrating, and invisible sound waves rippling, attacking Zhao Xu directly.

Zhao Xu's long sword crossed the sky, and the sword energy rose like a silver crescent moon!

After Liaokong took the lead, except for the black-robed monk in the north, the other three sides all started fighting.

A siege situation was formed.

At the critical moment, something strange happened.

"cluck"

With a charming voice, an enchanting figure stood in front of Fan Qinghui and the four Dharma protectors.

"Zhu Yuyan!"

Fan Qinghui looked gloomy as he looked at the old opponent standing in front of him.

"Fan Qinghui, don't even think about moving forward!"

Women, especially those who are equally outstanding and rivals, are so outspoken.

On the other side, Ning Daoqi was also stopped, and he looked surprised:

"Shi Zhixuan, you actually recovered!"

Shi Zhixuan, no longer as dashing as he used to be, with a look of vicissitudes in his eyes, made Ning Daoqi feel very unusual.

At this moment, Shi Zhixuan looked very stable and slowly said:

"I have been trapped in nightmares for many years. The world has changed dramatically. Fortunately, the Taoist priest is here. You can try to understand my enlightenment today!"

After saying that, multiple Shi Zhixuans attacked Ning Daoqi from different directions.

"Seven Immortal Illusions, please appreciate it, Taoist Priest!"

The appearance of Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan did not surprise Fan Qinghui and others.

But the greatly increased strength of the two made them think of a possibility, and their faces changed drastically!

It is better to cut off one finger than to injure ten fingers.

Zhao Xu completely ignored the four attacking monks.

He gathered his strength, his sword intent surged, and the sword energy in his body quickly gathered into the long sword.

"cut!"

"tear!"

The void trembled, and the sword energy of the waning moon cut through the sky and was close to Kong in an instant.

Zhao Xu is an unrivalled Grandmaster. Although he did not use the power of heaven and earth to bless him, the sword energy he slashed out with when he gathered all his strength was extremely sharp.

Liao Kong broke the opening and closing Zen restriction, and his strength was at its peak at this moment. Even so, his strength was only comparable to that of Shi Zhixuan when he had a split personality.

Facing Zhao Xu's killing move, Liao Kong gathered all his strength, and at the same time controlled the power of heaven and earth, and mobilized a large amount of vitality to bless the wooden fish to resist.

"Boom!"

Da Yin Xisheng.

Without much noise, the condensed sword energy instantly broke through everything and went straight through.

"puff!"

Liaokong spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and the wooden fish in his hand turned to ashes.

"Brother Liaokong!"

"It's empty!"

……

Not everyone is a master like Ning Daoqi who can hold his own against Zhao Xu.

The four Vajra Dharma Guardians quickly separated one of them from the battle with Zhu Yuyan and rushed over to check on Kong's situation.

The moment Zhao Xu released his Crescent Moon Sword, the attacks of the four great monks also came close to him.

He had tried his best to attack with all his strength, but now he had lost the initiative and could only adopt a comprehensive defense and take the attack head-on.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

A huge golden bell appeared, and the sound of Sanskrit was loud!

"Golden Bell Twelve Levels, Level 11!"

Zhao Xu fully displayed the twelve levels of the Golden Bell Cover that he had practiced.

After taking the combined attack from the four great monks, he felt the blood in his body shaking and surging.

Although the four great monks have not entered the realm of supreme grandmaster, the four of them have practiced intensively for more than a hundred years, and each of them possesses enormous and pure skills.

The four of them used a combined attack technique, and their power was even greater than Ning Daoqi's attack.

If it weren't for Zhao Xu's abnormal physical defense.

People like Shi Zhixuan, Ning Daoqi and others would definitely suffer serious injuries if they were hit by this attack.

Zhao Xu used the Eleven Levels of the Golden Bell Cover, and the black-robed monk in the north, who had been calm until now, changed his expression slightly.

The Twelve Gates of the Golden Bell is one of the four secret skills of Bodhidharma of Shaolin Temple.

The eleven levels of defense are nearly impossible to break within the realm of the Supreme Grandmaster.

Unless it is some beyond-limit attack, or relying on long-term siege to drain the opponent's energy.

He had never heard of anyone in the Shaolin Temple of the Song Dynasty who had reached such a level of practice.

At least not in the realm of Supreme Grandmaster.