The two stood opposite each other in the rustling sound of bamboo leaves. The monk was resolute and brave, and the Taoist was elegant and elegant. Even if others watched, they could not see the tension between the two. After all, Ananda was just a wooden knife in his hand, and he could not see where he could kill people.

What's even better is that Li Zhichang has no sword in his hand and no sword in his body.

He stood there with a relaxed posture. Even if he didn't know him or those who didn't know him, he would be fascinated by his free and easy demeanor under the moon.

Ananda had a knife in his hand and a knife in his heart. His person was his knife, but the murderous intent was not revealed at all.

Li Zhichang was in his heart, and his spirit was leisurely.

He was so leisurely that although Li Zhichang's body was under the bamboo forest, under the bright moon, and every inch and a thin part of his body was visible, Li Zhichang did not exist in Ananda's heart.

This feeling is like he is not facing a person, but a tangible and unqualitative ghost.

Unlike ghosts, Li Zhi is often seen by people, and he will not be afraid of any monk or Taoist priest.

The wooden knife was standing in front of his chest, and Ananda was ready to go.

Li Zhichang smiled and said, "Your sword is already a god, but it's a little bit short of killing me. This time it seems that you are destined to die at my hands. Bodhidharma's breath is still a long way from this. On his way, this short time is enough for me to kill you, but I want to wait for him to come before taking action."

Ananda's expression darkened, and of course he would not suspect that Li Zhi often said lies.

But Li Zhichang had to wait until Bodhidharma arrived before taking action. It was not a kind of arrogance, but a profound pointing out that when Bodhidharma arrived, it was the time when his momentum fell.

By then, his sword would be the most powerful, but it would be limited. He would not be able to reach a higher momentum, because since Bodhidharma, he would not be a place to die.

At that time, Li Zhichang would of course take action.

Because at that time, Li Zhichang was equivalent to limiting his bottom line. When Li Zhichang faced two peerless figures, he was able to shrink back on his own, inspiring the spirit of going even if he was thousands of people.

Ananda's divine eyes condensed, his heart was the same, and he cut off ignorance with the Vajra heart.

The purple bamboo forest, the bright moon, and the snow seemed to have become insignificant things, and only him and Li Zhichang were left in the world.

Ananda's sword had an unprecedented domineering power, and he chanted: "Killing animals is to protect life, and killing karma is not to kill people."

This is already the sword technique of gods and Buddhas, not humans.

Not only is there any way to go.

The sword intention is confused into one, without any ethereality, and is extremely real.

The moonlight in the sky has disappeared. When Ananda slashed out with this sword, the moonlight seemed to be captured, becoming the help of Ananda's fierce and incomparable divine sword.

Li Zhichang seemed to have turned into clouds, and it seemed to have turned into fog, as if it was light smoke, and as if the wind was flowing back to snow. This knife was entangled.

Ananda's knife cannot stop.

The slash of this magical sword is not only extremely powerful, but also it is impossible to fully expose Li Zhichang's physical body without touching Li Zhichang's body.

Ananda's sword did move ghosts and gods, but this does not mean that he could kill Li Zhichang.

Li Zhichang is even stronger.

Buddhism is one foot taller, and Li Zhichang's Taoism is one foot taller.

A bamboo leaf pinched between his index finger and middle finger, just like the Buddha laughing at the time when he picked up a flower. This smile came inexplicably, destabilizing the bitter fruits of sentient beings and breaking the confusion of the world.

In the long sky dance, Li Zhichang came to Ananda's side, as if he was avoiding the power of this sword. This seemed different from his spirit of invincible world.

Could it be that even Ananda's sword's blade had to retreat?

This is definitely not the case. Even the invincible swordsman in Xuanyi looked at the ancient and modern times, it would not make Li Zhichang afraid, let alone Ananda, who was much inferior.

Even if Li Zhi often came to Ananda's side, he could not avoid the Ananda's sword, which was like a shadow.

The wooden sword seized the essence of heaven and earth, and no words could describe Ananda's clever sword that followed the trend.

It was like the flowing water hitting a cliff and then it flew down naturally, like the Milky Way falling to the sky, nothing could resist.

The strength that the wooden knife had accumulated for a long time naturally vented out, and grasped Li Zhichang's real figure without any falsehood.

But Ananda's heart was not satisfied, and Li Zhichang seemed to have become empty and nothingness. His feeling was strongly deceiving himself, and Li Zhichang no longer existed.

As the knife force vented into the void, the discomfort made him want to go crazy and want to exclaim.

Even though the sword force had already begun to fight with Li Zhichang, the feeling of emptiness and emptiness came like a tide.

Reality and senses are completely reversed.

This kind of thing is even more uncomfortable than any torture.

He seemed to be having a dream, and could no longer distinguish between himself and reality.

Ananda chanted for a long time: "The Zen mind has become mud-tight, and it will not be rushing up and down to the east wind."

My mind settled down, although I couldn't see, listen, or feel it, but the feeling of frenzy in my heart disappeared a lot.

In the real outside world, Li Zhichang was indeed hit by Ananda's sword. He was closing the blade with his palms, but the bamboo leaf before flew out leisurely, without any speed.

Taking Li Zhichang's feet as the starting point, a terrifying crack that lasts more than ten feet long stretched out from behind also shows how amazing Ananda's sword was.

The bamboo leaves floated to Ananda's eyebrows and flashed in.

Then Ananda closed his eyes forever, and a trace of blood penetrated out.

After waiting for a while, Li Zhichang let go of his hand. Looking at Ananda who was still stabbing his knife, he whispered: "Don't be so arrogant in the next life."

Bodhidharma appeared at the end of the crack, what could this distance be considered to him and Li Zhichang?

Li Zhichang turned his back to him. He couldn't see clearly Ananda who was blocked by Li Zhichang, but he already knew the result.

He endured the grief in his heart and said lightly: "The Taoist Lord is powerful, I can only take advantage of others' danger."

Li Zhichang put his hands behind his back and said, "I know you have transformed the first form of Tathagata's magic palm into a sword move. In terms of your martial arts attainments, you are indeed earth-shaking."

Bodhidharma said: "It's still a little worse than the Taoist master."

Li Zhichang said: "Let's take action."

The monks in White Horse Temple suddenly felt a shocking sword intent rising up from the back mountain. When many Buddhist masters left the quiet room, they saw a dazzling white light erupting from the back mountain.

The sound of dragon roaring and thunder sounded, and the hall trembled for dozens of miles in an instant.

The purple bamboo forest has disappeared, leaving only the stone cave where Dini was in seclusion, which seemed to have some inexplicable power to protect it.

When the monks arrived at the back mountain, they only saw Bodhidharma sitting cross-legged.

As for what happened, no matter what the monks said, he kept silent.
Chapter completed!