The sound transmission of Xuanzhuang was just over, and a barefoot monk emerged from the formation. He was nine feet tall and looked like an iron tower. He was the most popular Master Nuyun among the monks, and had a seed cultivation level.

Then he heard him chant the Buddha's name high, "Amitabha, a mere corpse, dares to be so arrogant, so I will come to cross Tanyue."

Before he finished speaking, a vajra appeared in his palm, and the precious light was born. A sword light flashed in the air, and seventeen squares instantly turned into roundness, with a cold and dazzling light slaughtering the whole audience.

The treasure light that had just emanated from the Vajra Palm of the Angry Cloud Palm that jumped out of the formation did not have time to hit it, but turned into a defense to protect the whole body. His heart was full of horror. At this point, he finally understood why Brother Xuanzhuang, who was the leader, was so serious.

The treasure light derived from the vajra did not protect the Angry Cloud. Qinglong was a circular sword light that easily penetrated the Angry Cloud's robe made a blast and tore it apart inch. Then, Angry Cloud let out a shrill cry of pain, and the whole person was like a blood gourd, with countless holes emerging all over his body, and blood gushed out.

"combine!"

Xuanzhuang glanced at Nu Yun coldly, shouted loudly, waved his hand, and a yellow mud fetus that looked like Buddha appeared in his palm. The mud fetus was covered with patterns, like the tendons of human body.

The mud-fetal Buddha soared into the air, and all the monks attacked out the corpse qi, and the rolling corpse qi easily penetrated from the muscles and meridians.

After brushing, a towering Buddha appeared.

The three-meter-tall Buddha had a kind eyebrows and a solemn appearance. He had a hand that was not moved, and gently lifted it with the other hand. He opened and closed the golden mouth and even uttered a voice, "I protect all the Galan with the supreme Dharma!"

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Xu Yi raised his hand and made a sword.

The sword light turned round and came straight towards the Buddha. The Buddha held up the golden hand and suddenly pressed down. The sword light immediately dispersed, and the terrifying remaining power rolled towards Xu Yi.

"change!"

Xu Yi shouted angrily, and the sword light turned into roundness, and the rolling golden light immediately turned into roundness with his sword light. His expression calmed down. In an instant, the round golden light suddenly dissipated and hit him again.

In this case, it is not that the sword Seventeen is not powerful, but that the power that the Buddha expels is too great. The sword Seventeen is the method of transforming the circle, which is to say that it is the method of leveraging the power to transform the power, but any method of transforming the power has its limits.

No matter how exquisite the method is, it cannot transform the power of the huge mountain collapse and the huge roar of the sea. Obviously, the golden light that the Buddha shot out exceeded the limit of the traction of the Seventeenth Sword.

Seeing that the golden light broke through the traction of Sword Seventeen, Xuanzhuang felt relieved. What he feared the most was nothing else, but the horror of Xu Yi's strange numerical sword technique.

Once this method is destroyed, Xu Yi is just a corpse.

The rolling golden light was like a giant dragon that wanted to devour everything. No matter how Xu Yi dodged it, the golden light could always follow it like spirituality.

Vision could no longer be avoided. Xu Yi shouted loudly, and the sword light in his palm rose wildly, turning into a net of light in the air, like a mysterious beast that was swallowing and spitting. The next moment, all the golden lights like dragons were poured into the net of light.

After a moment of brushing, two unusual balls of power gathered together, like flames lit up gunpowder, and with a loud bang, it made a loud noise soar into the sky.

"This is impossible!"

Xuanzhuang's heart thumped, shocked and lost his color, and the monks also widened their eyes. They knew very well that the holy light of the Holy Fetal Buddha could not be dispersed.

This huge explosion undoubtedly subverts their inherent cognition.

"It's still too weak."

Xu Yi sighed. According to his idea, this sword net should be able to easily swallow the golden light, but in the end, it turned out to be this kind of ending again.

"How come this kid has a backhand, and he can't see through it, really can't see through it."

Huang Mei suddenly felt entangled in her heart.

As the scene was full of thought, the terrifying waves of air caused by the huge explosion were also sweeping the entire audience. The wild and crazy waves around easily rolled into white land within a radius of thirty miles.

Just as Xu Yixing was about to activate the Zhuxian Sword again, the wave of air suddenly overturned the cloak of the cloaked guest wrapped in the monks, revealing a beautiful face.

After brushing it, Xu Yi felt that his soul was shattered by this glance. The woman in front of him, who was not a little bit of fireworks, was Xia Zimo who was thinking about him.

"No wonder, no wonder, no wonder I looked familiar when I saw the jade pendant on Xia Ying's body. Zimo had a jade pendant back then, and the patterns on it were clearly like this. Zimo, this is Zimo... No, no, if she was Zimo, what was the case with Lian Yunshang in the Immortal Palace that day? Also, the temperament was completely wrong. This girl was silent all over, and the vicissitudes were too strong, and she would definitely be very old..."

In an instant, Xu Yi's mind was storm.

"Tan Yue, you have nothing to do with my White Horse Temple, why bother here? If you have a marriage with the Korean soldiers, you should go and find the Korean soldiers, why bother to make things difficult for me? If you want to appreciate my White Horse Temple skills, you can go to Dongzhou and go to the twelve Vajra Holy Monks of my Dongzhou White Horse Temple, you will definitely make Tan Yue fulfill his wish."

After the Holy Fetal Buddha failed to wipe out Xu Yi with one blow, Xuanzhuang once again sacrificed the peace talks, with soft and hard words, and moderate attack and defense.

It is precisely because Xuanzhuang has a talent for change that he was the leader of the team to dispatch the White Horse Temple to preside over the operation.

Xuanzhuang persuaded him earnestly, but Xu Yi did not respond at all. He stared at the "Xia Zimo" who looked like a statue, unable to speak.

"Senior Brother Xuanzhuang, this man is clearly in the dark. If he doesn't take his life at this moment, when will he wait?"

He endured the severe injury and returned to the turmoil quickly, and sent a voice urgently.

The battle with Xu Yi just now made him feel terrified. Only by truly passing the move can he clearly know how terrifying the guy on the other side is. If he stays, he will cause great trouble.

Xuanzhuang felt a slight touch in his heart, pinched the magic trick in his palm, and the golden Buddha's immovable seal suddenly pushed out. In an instant, the spiritual power of the entire world gathered wildly into the big hand seal, and the vast aura penetrated the heaven and earth.

boom!

Between the heaven and earth, a huge handprint wrapped around the terrifying power of destroying everything, covered a hundred miles, and pressed straight towards Xu Yi.

Xu Yi came to his senses in a trance, and it was too late to react. Suddenly, a whistle, the Zhuxian Sword jumped up automatically, the sword light spewed out several feet, and the dark sword body lit up instantly. The terrifying thunder squirted without any concealment, and sparks and lightning all the way, piercing the giant palm.

It seemed that the world was trembling, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

The sky seemed to be closed, but it seemed to be open.

Xu Yi, who was pressed into a pit dozens of feet underground, bounced up again, and the huge sense of destruction never disappeared.

With a big move, the flaming Zhuxian Sword escaped into his hand, and gently licked the blood on the corner of his mouth with his tongue. Xu Yi's murderous intent grew wildly and unscrupulously.

Infinite wildness, a god of killing and demon stood up in the hearts of Xuanzhuang and the monks.

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To be continued...