Chapter 65
Translated by Vaishu
Edited by Vaishu
Given the conception, he was enchanted by the Buddha, daring to risk the world’s unconventionality, and paid a great price to pursue immortality and immortality. Such a person will not be willing to pass on the credit to others even if there is only one breath left.
When Luo Mingchuan heard him, he knew there was something wrong, and he was prepared for it. At this time, he drew his sword and cut straight, and at the same time, he pulled Yin Biyue and retreated more quickly!
The sword power split the smoke and dust, and the gray bricks of the Buddhist hall split into a deep gap, extending to the underside of the altar, looking at an inch in front of the body.
But the golden light has enveloped the entire Buddhist hall, and the coercive force of the sea is rushing towards his face.
At this time, the weak door panel became like a piece of gold and iron, and it bounced the two away fiercely and had to face the coercion.
The old monk sat on the altar, his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the golden light and red light behind his back became more and more dazzling.
Yin Biyue finally knew why he was willing to explain so much before, but he was just trying to buy himself time to recover.
But now, one minute more time is more disadvantageous for them.
The two looked at each other, Luo Mingchuan raised his sword power first, his true essence poured out, and a series of peeling sounds sounded from the sword’s edge as if the air was being torn apart.
He broke through a passage in the real coercion, and Yin Biyue’s sword of leaning against the lake was unsheathed, moving forward in this passage!
A biting chill overflowed from the sword, and a thin layer of hoarfrost condensed on the ground.
Where the sword passed, the frost expanded rapidly. Jian Feng went straight to Guan cut!
At the same moment, Luo Mingchuan’s gaze also arrived, falling on Guan’s forehead.
This is the third time the two have teamed up against the enemy. When encountering demons in the cave at night, he still cooperated with the jerky, but in Xingshan Temple, there was a tacit understanding of 70%.
At this time, it is even more round and happy, and Tian Su complements each other, exerting a power far beyond the original realm, which is enough to shock the spiritual world.
But all this is still not enough to beat a once saint.
Even though he has been weakened by time and formation.
When Guan opened his eyes, Yin Biyue’s sword edge stagnated in the air, no matter how hard it was, it got closer. His thin lips were pursed slightly, cold sweat drenched on his forehead.
The gaze fell on Jian Feng, Yin Biyue’s face quickly paled, and he could stand firmly after taking three steps in a row.
But a sharp pain in his eyes when he watched, he had to close his eyes for a moment. At this moment, Luo Mingchuan flew in front of him, patted Yin Biyue’s back with his left hand, and flew with his right hand, pressing down a big Buddhist mudra!
Yin Biyue was sent out of the battle by his senior brother and watched the two face each other.
The temple in the golden light shook violently, the curtain was exploded into powder, and the beams and pillars and sawdust splashed!
Luo Mingchuan’s five fingers flew around, like rain and mist, exposing dense and white bones.
After looking at the thin and shrinking palm, he withdrew slightly invisible. And the confession under him, under the pressure of the violent true essence, cracked five deep and deep marks.
At this time, Yin Biyue’s sword power has been achieved, and the bright sword light of the blue sky and the sun illuminates the entire Buddhist hall!
“Boom–“
The platform shattered into ashes at the sound and fell into the dust.
The face was filthy, golden light covered dust.
But he saw the sword clearly this time. The pupils shrink slightly.
Yin Biyue never imagined that he had only seen Luo Mingchuan injured and shot with anger, and he was so powerful.
This sword is strong when it is strong, giving him too many surprises and doubts. Contend with Fengyujian at the flower folding party. In Xingshan Temple, pierced into the boundless body of Jingyun.
And now, it can break through a saint’s defense.
He stood up slowly, and the sound of bone rubbing was clear and harsh.
It was clearly a thin and low figure, but standing up gave people a terrifying shadow like the top of the mountain.
He looked indifferent but did not make a move, because he felt that after many years, he should always say something to this sword.
He thought about it and found that there was nothing to say.
Even after changing the owner, this sword is still as abominable as ever.
Then, anger spread in the chest, like a raging fire.
What about millions of years later, even if an uncountable long time passes, how can you not be angry as long as you see that sword? ! How not to hate?!
So he stretched out his palm, his index and middle fingers clamped the edge of the sword.
In Yin Biyue’s eyes, the old monk’s movements were extremely slow, but it was inevitable to avoid it. I felt that the pressure increased sharply in an instant, and the advance and retreat were in a dilemma as if a mountain was pressing on the sword.
Then the sword by the lake shook violently, buzzing like a torrent of rain, and Yin Biyue was shocked that the other party wanted to break the sword.
The deadly coldness was passed along the sword body to the wrist, raging all the way to the meridians, reaching the heart and lungs.
Suddenly there was a breeze, and a sword came across!
As Yin Biyue turned his head, he saw Luo Mingchuan holding the Shen Zhou Sword in his left, his eyes calm. However, his right hand was bleeding, and half of his sleeve was dyed red with blood.
This sword came in a very coincidental fashion, and it opened the leaning lake between the old monk’s fingers, then turned into a crosscut, and cut off to the wrist of the Guan.
After seeing his face unchanged, he flipped his palm and even grasped the sharp blade straight.
Yin Biyue’s sword edge was shaken away, but the coldness of silence was still in the meridian muscles and bones, and he could barely stand firm with the sword.
The two were in a stalemate, closing their eyes and retreating at the same time.
In a moment, the sand and wind in the Buddhist hall are quiet.
Yin Biyue faintly guessed that they had entered a certain middle and mysterious realm, similar to the meditation of Buddhism. Had to wait and see the changes. Strong self-compression, but still anxious.
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There is a big gap between the young geniuses of the world and the saints millions of years ago. This is destined to be unprecedented, and it will be difficult for anyone to compete in the future.
It is an incredible legend that the Juggernaut and Master Headmaster once used the Hinayana Realm and the Breakthrough Realm to jointly kill a Mahayana powerhouse at their age.
They have been able to recruit them today, even if someone saw it with their own eyes, they couldn’t believe it.
But this is not about being superior, it’s about life and death.
Luo Mingchuan opened his eyes, and the four wilds were a sea of blood.
The red clouds on the horizon are surging like flames, burning through the blue sky, and the wind and sand are full of heavy blood.
Broken flags, corpses everywhere, and rushing rivers were stained red with blood. All kinds of exercises and supernatural powers are still there, making the mountains and rivers chaotic, and the land scorched.
He stared at everything blankly, feeling a little familiar inexplicably. Until a stick of Zen broke the wind.
Luo Mingchuan stepped back on the river and retreated quickly, but when the meditation rod passed by, breaking the river and divided the water, raising ten feet of wind and waves, roaring to the sky.
Standing on the high mountain opposite, there seemed to be a fascinating light in his eyes, and the golden-red robes were hunting and flying.
His figure is like a high mountain.
When Luo Mingchuan thought, Shen Zhoujian stretched in front of him, like a long embankment chain, blocking the river and blocking the waves.
Although Shen Zhou was a famous sword in the world, it was hard to resist the power of the saint’s blow. After shaking off the stick, he straightly dropped out of his hand and flew to the bottom of the river.
The stick returned to the top of the mountain and was held in the hand by the view. Along the way, huge waves soared into the sky and fell into the river, and the waves were restless for a long time.
Luo Mingchuan had reached the shore, but his face was pale, and his clothes were wet by the river. The color of his pupils suddenly changed, watching the mountains and rocks below him collapse and fly, the huge boulders rolled down and collapsed suddenly.
This is the remains of a battlefield after the Dao Demon War.
In this meditation state, the two clashed with their spirits and minds, and the perception is stronger than being trapped in the Buddha’s seal of golden light.
He walked down from the high mountain, his figure was as light as a feather, but the earth trembled slightly as his footsteps fell.
Although the mountain at his feet collapsed, it was a high mountain when he came.
The coercion is like a mountain.
Luo Mingchuan’s meridians burst from inch to inch, and blood overflowed unstoppable in his mouth, soaking his body for a while, and finally couldn’t hold it, he knelt on the ground.
Liguan stood in front of him, looking at him condescendingly. Slowly put his hand on top of his head.
In the Buddhist hall, Luo Mingchuan’s face quickly turned gray, and his skinny body was unexpectedly plump.
Yin Biyue’s heart was shocked. Although they could not be seen fighting each other, he also knew that the current situation was very dangerous. Regardless of other things, Yihujian stabs towards Guanxin’s mouth.
Without touching the robes, he was severely shaken away, and the huge counter-shock force hurt his heart and lungs.
As Yin Biyue fell under the altar, he felt severe pain in his chest, and his eyes were full of blood.
He looked indifferent, but his eyes showed an invisible smile.
These two young people are very strong, and their vitality is enough to make him break the battle today.
It can be seen that the sky does not kill him. Then the immortal body will be cultivated in the future.
At this moment, the Yihu Sword on the ground shook slightly, and the movement was low and weak, even Yin Biyue hadn’t noticed it.
In the meditation state, Luo Mingchuan, who was dying, raised his head at the foot of Guan.
He should have been extremely weak, but for some reason, his eyes were cold and terrifying at this time.
After watching, I met those eyes, was shocked, and wanted to withdraw and retreat!
But it was too late, his cultivation was quickly lost, smoothly in the palm of his hand, madly poured into Luo Mingchuan’s body!
The four wild winds suddenly rose, the ground collapsed and the mountains destroyed, and the turbid waves surpassed the sky.
Liguan finally withdrew, retreated thousands of miles, hissed in surprise, “Mo Changyuan!”
Shen Zhoujian jumped out of the lake, the afterimage was like the wind, faster than his figure, penetrating his heart, and brutal him Nailed to the ground.
It is also the eighth level of the Nine Turns of Heaven, turning others’ cultivation and life into their own use.
But when the two meet, they can see each other immediately.
The meditation state is shattered.
Yin Biyue barely sat up, supporting the ground with his sword.
Yin Biyue saw that Guan had opened his eyes, his eyes were scarlet, and the blood in his mouth continued to bleed, and he looked crazy, “Risking and ridiculous! I didn’t die under the Linyuan sword, who knew I was going to die in the hands of the devil——”
“My brother is not Demon!”
The temple shook violently, and the beams and walls began to collapse.
Luo Mingchuan still closed his eyes tightly, and Yin Biyue took him in his arms. He breathed steadily, but couldn’t wake up, and Zhenyuan couldn’t penetrate his body.
The old monk’s mouth was full of blood. He looked at the two of them, exhaled, and said maliciously, “You don’t want him to be enchanted, but he can’t look back...”
The entire golden light formation was damaged, Xing. There were cracks in the ground of the temple, and the temple was running in a panic.
Yin Biyue’s true essence was exhausted and he was seriously injured. Even if he knew that this place was about to collapse, the situation was too steep to estimate, and he could not move a step with Luo Mingchuan who was unconscious.
Amidst the shattering vibrations and the smoke and dust, he protected Luo Mingchuan and sat down in the corner of the Buddhist hall. For a moment, he thought he was truly dead.
But the next moment, a sharp sword light split the smoke and dust.
The noise is quiet.
There was a clear voice from the young boy, and his words were concise, “Let’s go.”
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