Chapter 114 Sword to the Buddha

Faced with Lu Li's invitation to join hands, Qin Yan was very moved and wanted to accept it, but he heard Yu Hanyan say coldly, "No need. When my family came out with a sword, I was not used to having people around. You don't have to take action. Just give this monk to my family.

Lu Li was stunned for a moment, and then grinned and said, "The jade fairy doesn't want to rely on more to win. She is a man!" That smile seems to be mocking.

Qin Yan said, "Sister, don't show your ability at this time, okay?"

Yu Hanyan hummed gently: "My family wants to show off." With that, the long sword in his hand glowed with a cold halo, his wrists turned, the sparkling sword spirit reflected the golden Buddha's brilliance, and his footsteps forced forward lightly.

Yamole leaned down, jumped off the boulder, raised his hands, turned into the shape of a huge golden palm, and hit the jade cold smoke head-on.

When the sword spirit touched the Buddha's palm, the light surged and made a dull crisp sound. It was separated at the touch, and it sprinkled the shadow of the sword light in an instant, stirring up the surrounding space in chaos.

After a brief match, the situation of victory and defeat gradually becomes clear over time. The sword spirit of Yu Hanyan is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a hidden illusion impact in the strong impact. An invisible ripple in the air opened, and the long sword made a pleasant sound. With another wave of the sword, thousands of waves surged. The sword poured out, and the thousand-layer huge waves rolled up devoured a large area of Buddha's light in an instant. Empty and silent, the sword light flying all over the sky turned into a pure bright moonlight and spread out fiercely.

Regardless of the huge difference in strength, Yu Hanyan is indeed not afraid of anyone in today's martial arts. Even the demon monk who once made a scene at the Lin family's birthday banquet in front of the martial arts heroes was completely at a disadvantage under the impact of her crazy violence. Not to mention countering, even the resistance seemed very reluctant.

At this moment, suddenly there was a weak and ethereal Sanskrit chanting in my ear, but I couldn't hear it clearly, and I couldn't even tell whether it was a man or a woman, and I couldn't stop sighing in the wind.

Not only the first Yu Hanyan, but also Qin Yan and Lu Li, who fought in more than a dozen steps, also heard this strange sound.

The long sword tore up the strong wind and made a sharp sad sound, but it still could not affect the empty Buddha's voice to pour into the ears of the three people. Qin Yan opened his eyes wide and had enough eyesight. He barely saw Yemole's figure after the sword wave Buddha light. He was busy dodging in the sword light. His eyes were not open, his lips were closed, and he had no time to recite spells at all. So, where does this faint sound come from?

Lu Li's face showed surprise. After looking around, he said, "Is it an illusion?" With his perception, the movement and breath in the square circle can't hide it from his ears and eyes, and there is absolutely no other person lurking without being aware of him. Then, back to the source, it must be the trick made by the demon monk in front of him!

At this moment, Yemole suddenly said, "The swordsmanship of the jade donor is indeed extraordinary, but if that's all, forgive the poor monk for being rude." Under such a rapid and tight sword pursuit, he still had the strength to speak, which showed that his situation was not as awkward as on the surface.

At least his words angered Yu Hanyan.

"Death--!" Yu Hanyan roared, and the fighting spirit of the sword became higher. The edge of the sword suddenly soared, and dozens of meters around turned into a frosty and cold land. With each sword waved, the power of the cracked mountain will be stored in a flash of cold light.

Yamore's figure shuttled away under the sword light, and the golden Buddha light was suppressed to an extremely dim extent. The sword was like lightning. His figure began to be embarrassed, and his clothes were torn into flying butterflies in a blink of an eye, revealing his body with bronze halo.

Yu Hanyan did not relax his vigilance because of its embarrassing shape, and the offensive was more fierce. The sword used at this time is not only the emperor's shocking sword, but also the sea, and thousands of waves surging under the bright white moon, chasing and biting the figure of Yamole, forcing him into a narrow space that was about to collapse.

"Kh!" The bamboo hat behind Yemole's neck was split by a sword, and the sword light scratched against his neck and almost cut into his skin.

At this time, the Buddha's light has been suppressed to an extremely weak point. The small flat boat may be subverted by the stormy waves at any time, and the victory of Yu Hanyan seems to be in front of us.

At this moment, Yemole announced the Buddha's name: "Nan Wushan Silent Moon Sound King Buddha!" Suddenly, the light burst out behind his head, which was a circle of dazzling Buddha wheels as the sun, replacing the chopped bamboo hat. In an instant, six dazzling golden lights were emitted, which were shot from all directions. It was drawn into an extremely bright lotus in front of him, and suddenly made the sword spirit of jade cold smoke stagnate.

During their fight, the rootless Buddha's curse became clearer and clearer, from the slight sound of mosquitoes and ants at the beginning to the sound of peace, to the flat ground thunder and thunder, which made the human brain buzz. But listening to the high singing of Sanskrit, it can't help echo in the sea spirit platform: "Let all the feelings, good roots not be bad,... Anren firmly believes that it is like a wonderful mountain; always holds deep and wide, like the sea; the divine feet are unhindered, like emptiness; eliminate all obstacles and habits, like the scorching sun, releasing light ice; often avoid quiet, colorless righteousness, all wisdom, Miaobaozhou Zhu , can be useless, turn big/fa/wheel..."

Seeing that victory was imminent, he knew that the sword was teasing the enemy. Yu Hanyan was angry and anxious, roaring, and the violent breath on the sword flowed more crazily and attacked Yemole fiercely.

Yamole fixed his figure and no longer dodged. He put his hands together and began to recite the wonderful words of the Xuanjing, which was in one place with the sound of Buddha in the void. If the morning and evening drums, it would shock people's hearts. He stood still, and only with the six golden lights emitted by the sun behind his head resisted the offensive of Yu Hanyan. Gradually, the dizzying Buddha's light penetrated into his own magnificent air machine, and melted into an impeccable and majestic mountain.

Unlike the cliff protruding from the strange peak, it is really an invulnerable majestic peak, where it is peaceful, without any steep slope, but it is still beaten by the huge waves. Yu Hanyan tried her best and couldn't shake it at all.

This situation lasted for a flick of time, and then, Jemole's two hands suddenly opened. At this time, Yu Hanyan waved thousands of swords and swords, and took the initiative to take a step forward.

At this step, it is as shocking as the earth, the world is shaking, and all the scenes in front of us seem to become illusory. Qin Yan, not far away, only felt that his vision was dark. When he regained his vision again, he saw the last struggle of Yu Hanyan.

Completely abandoning its own defense, the white flame burst out, tearing apart the encirclement of golden light, as if a icy flower had bloomed. The blade collided with the golden light, and the sword spirit collided with the Buddha's palm everywhere, and the shock aftershocks rolled. But all the colors were fleeting, cut and scattered into smoke powder. Finally, only a white blade danced and sang in the air. When all the gorgeous colors disappeared, the moonlight condensed into the shape of a sword and held in the hands of the final winner.

The illusions of the golden wheel, Buddha's palm and Sanskrit singing dissipated, and the golden light on Jemole's body was also restrained in his body. What he held in his hand was the sword that should have belonged to the jade cold smoke.

After a fierce fight, even the blade in his hand was taken away by the other party, which was undoubtedly the most complete defeat. Yu Hanyan stood silently, with blood dripping from his mouth and his face like dead ashes.