Choosing to step into the world of mortals, the true Vairu who walked out of Prajna Temple looked calm and peaceful, without any sadness or joy.

Faced with Wenren Cangyue's interesting voice, he just said: "General, please put down your butcher knife and spare all the people in the world."

As this sound came out, it was as if a big bell was formed in the yellow sand around him, and every syllable turned into the sound of this big bell, striking the red of Wenren Cang Yue with powerful force.

On the flying sword.

Countless yellow sand rubbed against the sword body, rubbing out countless rose-red sparks.

"Let everyone in the world be spared?"

The corners of Wenren Cang Yue's mouth slightly curled up. He knew that the Prajna Temple's worldly practitioner could say this, which meant that Prajna Temple also gave him a very high evaluation. He was a little arrogant, but his eyes became more determined, but

He asked slightly sarcastically: "If you don't become an enemy of the world, what's the point of living in this world for a person like me?"

While he was speaking, the red clouds bloomed from his flying sword, and all the yellow sand and the invisible bell in the sky were shaken away. The space seemed to be still, and everything was suspended in the air.

Saint master-level practitioners who are dubbed "holy" are already existences that are difficult to imagine and understand in the eyes of ordinary practitioners. The confrontation between them is even difficult for ordinary practitioners to understand at all.

But at this moment, everything seemed to be condensed and still, and everyone in Tang Zang's team behind them could see that Zhen Pilu and Wenren Cangyue were in a stalemate for the time being.

However, Wenren Cang Yue's iron-like body continued to move forward.

He walked towards Zhen Pilu step by step, and with every step he took closer, his aura became stronger and stronger.

After just three steps, the still space was broken.

All the yellow sand and invisible energy rolled back and blew on Zhen Pilu's body.

In just an instant, Zhen Pilu's entire body was covered with yellow sand and turned into a sand man. Even the huge Zen staff in his hand was covered by thick yellow sand, and the yellow sand even seemed to be

Penetrate in.

Wenren Cang Yue continued to move forward.

The cyan clothes on his body have also been pressed straight by the invisible energy, making them as hard as iron. The corners and folds of his clothes even look like sharp blades.

In the distance behind, everyone in Tang Zang's team completely changed their expressions.

The runes on Wen Ren Cang Yue's crimson flying sword have erupted with streaks of terrifying light visible to the naked eye. The entire flying sword no longer looks like a weapon in this world. At this moment, it is not relying on agility and speed at all, but

With completely terrifying power, it moved forward with the power to pierce through everything and pierce Zhenbilu's heart.

There are also practitioners in this Tang-Zang team, and some have seen the Holy Master's flying sword. However, no one has seen it, or has ever thought that there can be such a Holy Master in this world, who can use such power.

Injecting it into the flying sword can make the power of the flying sword so powerful. Most of them have only heard about the power of Wenren Cangyue. In the hearts of the Tang Zang people, this was the strongest person in the world.

They were naturally from Prajna Temple, but when they saw Wenren Cang Yue today, they realized that all the inherent thoughts in their minds were wrong.

…

Seeing that Zhen Pilu's body and the Zen staff in his hand were all suppressed by countless yellow sands, the flying sword with terrifying power was about to pierce Zhen Pilu's heart.

At this moment, the golden beads on Zhen Pilu's chest levitated and began to rotate around his body.

"Click!" a muffled sound.

Just for a moment, the tip of the sword was filled with terrifying power. In a small space, it collided with one of the golden beads countless times.

This prayer bead, which was the size of a child's fist, was so powerful that it pressed heavily on Zhenbilu's chest.

The thick yellow sand shell on Zhenbilu's body broke into pieces and fell down piece by piece.

Every fallen piece of yellow sand shell has been pressed closer and harder than ceramics, and even shines like crystal and gold and iron.

"when!"

The golden Zen staff in Zhen Pilu's hand struck out and struck Wenren Cang Yue's flying sword accurately again.

Wenren Cang Yue's brows trembled slightly, but her body was still as if made of iron, and she still moved forward without any pause.

His body seemed to suddenly become hundreds of times heavier. When he stepped on the ground and his body once again spanned a distance of more than ten meters, the sand between him and Zhen Pilu jumped violently, and he flew

The power on the sword strengthened again.

"laugh!"

A streak of blood burst out from Zhen Pilu's body.

At this moment, in the eyes of everyone in Tang Zang's team in the distance, Wen Ren Cang Yue's flying sword cut into the edge of the huge Buddha beads flying around Zhen Pi Lu, causing a wound on Zhen Pi Lu's left shoulder. However,

The fact is that the fighting between the two sides at this moment has exceeded the limit of reaction of these people. In just a moment, the prayer beads and the sword have collided with each other countless times. However, the final result is that the flying sword was not knocked away and was forced to fly.

's cut in.

Blood flew out, but Zhen Pilu's face remained neither sad nor happy, and he began to walk forward step by step, towards Wenren Cangyue.

All the yellow sand approaching him was swept away by the vibrating power of his body, and a huge yellow sand lotus formed outside his body.

Wenren Cang Yue frowned slightly, and his steps stopped. From the moment he walked out of the sand dune to now, like General Wenren coming with thousands of troops and horses, his figure paused for the first time.

However, his flying sword did not pause at all.

In a duel of this level between him and Zhenbilu, the passage of time seemed to be stretched, and each breath seemed to become longer than usual.

This is a scene that is unimaginable to those who have not seen it with their own eyes.

The crimson flying sword completely turned into thousands of streams of light piercing Zhenbilu's body. The sword's edge, sword body, and even the hilt kept colliding with the hard and clumsy Buddhist beads and Zen staff, and countless golden sparks kept hitting it.

They are clustered around Zhen Vairu's body, like lotus stamens in a huge sand lotus.

In an instant, Zhen Pilu's bronze Zen clothes had numerous cuts, and blood kept seeping out from these wounds, turning him into a bloody man.

However, the expression on Zhen Pilu's face was still very calm and peaceful, still without sadness or joy, as if he had transformed into a stone Buddha and continued to approach Wen Ren Cang Yue.

Wen Ren Cang Yue's brows furrowed deeply. He moved. Instead of moving forward, he began to retreat.

For some reason, just when he started to retreat, everyone in Tang Zang's team suddenly became excited, and they all felt like they couldn't help but shout loudly.

Wenren Cang Yue began to retreat, but Zhen Vairu continued to advance.

Wen Ren Cang Yue's eyes narrowed slightly. It was only then that he realized that this worldly practitioner from Prajna Temple had always retained some strength before. The opponent's advance at this moment was actually greater than his retreat.

quick.

Just in an instant, Zhen Pilu was already in front of him.

Huge yellow salamanders enveloped him.

"scold!"

The golden Zen staff in Zhenbilu's hand hit his head.

At this moment, the golden Zen staff in Zhen Vairu's hand emitted a boundless Buddha's light.

The faint golden Buddha light fills the space between heaven and earth.

All the elders in Tang Zang's team far behind were trembling all over in an instant, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground, because decades ago, when the saint of Prajna Temple was praying for rain, such a light appeared.

In Liusha City, this light brought light and hope to all Tang and Tibetan people, regardless of their own efforts and sacrifices.

Wenren Cangyue's eyes narrowed even more tightly, and even his red lips were pressed into a tight red line.

His body was now suppressed and he was unable to dodge the stick.

But his body was still as steady as iron. With a low cry, he clamped his hands together and held the staff in his palms just like he was worshiping Buddha.

The pure Buddha's light was like a flame, and the skin of his palms instantly made a roaring sound. The flesh and blood on his palms were scorched black and fell off, and the flesh was blurred.

"Boom!"

The world outside him and Zhenbilu seemed to have been struck by an invisible giant hammer, and a circle of sand waves rose into the sky, forming a yellow tornado with the two of them as the center.

Wenren Cang Yue's face turned pale, because all the sand under his feet was shaken away. At this moment, he and Zhen Pilu were suspended in the air, "Hi!" His arms and back were in severe pain, and the clothes on his back were also affected by him.

His muscles vibrated violently and were all broken.

"The people from Prajna Temple are indeed so strong that I can't even imagine them, but you are still no match for me."

Wenren Cangyue's bloody hands still held the Zen staff that radiated the light of the Buddha. The look on his face was still very determined and cold, and the cold voice came out clearly from his mouth.

"You can kill me, and I can hurt you to the point where you can't leave Biluo Mausoleum."

Zhen Pilu looked at Wenren Cang Yue and said this directly and simply.

Wen Ren Cang Yue pondered for a moment.

In this battle situation, in this stalemate, he was able to really ponder, really ponder for a while, and then he made a decision.

He let go, and his flying sword no longer entangled with Zhen Pilu's beads and flew into his hand.

A cloud of yellow sand exploded from under him, and his whole body fell back into the yellow sand. Then he turned around in the air, spraying all the power out of his feet, and sprayed his

The body is like a meteorite, popping up and leaving again and again.

Zhenbilu did not pursue.

The battle between him and the transcendent practitioner of Prajna Temple ended with his true retreat.

The injuries he suffered were much smaller than those of Zhen Pilu, but he could not kill Zhen Pilu, and he could not kill Gu Xinyin... And although the injuries he suffered at this moment were much smaller than those of Zhen Pilu, they were already

It is enough to have a certain impact on his strength, which may have many unknown effects on the next things.

Therefore, although this battle was still very interesting and interesting to him, he was defeated.

He calculated that there were countless possibilities. Originally, even if Gu Xinyin was not in the team, it would not be considered a failure for him. He would still have many methods to follow. However, he did not expect that such a powerful practitioner from Prajna Temple would appear.

, causing himself to suffer damage that cannot be recovered for a while.

Even though he was as tyrannical as a mountain when he left at this moment, even if he was not discouraged at all, his battle with the world was cast by some ominous shadows at the beginning, so even though he was strong enough to still feel this

The battle was interesting and interesting, but at the same time, my heart felt a little cold.
Chapter completed!