Shi Kongfeng smiled calmly and said, "Not much, not much. I am a dull monk. I have only practiced the Samyuktagama, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, Crossing the River on a Reed, and the fist and palm skills of this temple. A total of thirty unique skills. I am sorry to have made a fool of myself!"
"hehe!"
Young Master Xiaoyan felt as if millions of alpacas were roaring through his heart. He was bragging so seriously, are all Shaolin monks like this now
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Inside the Bronze Palace!
"I've long heard of the world's greatest villain who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Seeing him today, I find that his reputation is well-deserved!"
Zhou Yi followed the sound and looked.
She is so young.
She was wearing a light blue gown that fluttered in the wind, which made her look so relaxed and at ease. On her back hung an elegant ancient sword, which added to her heroic spirit and reminded others that she had unparalleled swordsmanship.
The Jinglei Zen Staff enshrined on the high platform emitted a faint Buddhist light, bathing her in it and emphasizing her beautiful outline, which seemed to be born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, with clear ups and downs like rivers and mountains.
Zhou Yi was already used to seeing beautiful women, but at this moment he couldn't help but feel amazed.
But her "beauty" is absolutely different from the youthful beauty of Tang Shangxin, the snow-white whiteness of Ming Suxin, or the pitiful beauty of Ren Ya. It is a kind of natural, pure and simple natural beauty that is incomparable, just like "a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally without any decoration".
Just like a beautiful goddess who has lived in Luo River for a long time, suddenly she appears by the water in a mood.
In a Buddhist temple like the Guardian Bronze Temple, and bathed in the light of the Buddha's guardian soldiers like the Thunder Staff, this woman seemed even more real and surreal, extremely moving.
Her beautiful eyes are as clear as the sun rising in the morning glow, and they can always maintain a mysterious and unpredictable calm. This extraordinary and breathtaking beauty is indeed beyond the reach of ordinary writing in this world.
Zhou Yi stared at her blankly, swallowing saliva with big gulps. Not only did he forget all the worries in his heart, he was even unable to speak for a moment.
Just when Zhou Yi's heart was trembling, a beautiful woman as bright as a lotus standing proudly in clear water said softly with her sweet voice without a trace of impurities: "I was waiting here for Brother Shikong from Shaolin Temple, but I didn't expect to wait for you first? I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk! Hehehe!"
As soon as the woman opened her mouth, the whole world seemed to be surrounded by layers of rich and fragrant fairy air because of her appearance, making it impossible for people to walk out, let alone leave.
Zhou Yi coughed twice and said, "I have no choice. I'm sorry! But who is this girl? Why is she in this Jingnian Zen Temple? And she knows me?"
The woman smiled and said, "My name is Lei Mingfei, the heir of Cihang Jingzhai. Brother Qianbei is now famous all over the world. Who in the world doesn't know you?"
Zhou Yi smiled awkwardly twice. What could the saint of Cihang Jingzhai have to say to himself, the world's number one villain? Thinking of this, Zhou Yi tightened the sword in his hand, and his face regained its original resolute look. He said, "I came here to seize the Jinglei Zen Staff. I don't know if Miss Lei..."
Zhou Yi did not continue speaking, but the meaning was self-evident!
Concubine Lei Ming sighed and said, "The ownership of this Jinglei Zen Staff will be decided by Concubine Ming's Feiyi Sword and Brother Qianbei's Bishui Sword!"
Concubine Lei Ming took two steps forward seemingly casually, and immediately an extremely fierce aura surged up, enveloping the three Zhou Yis.
Zhou Yi's expression suddenly changed when he saw this.
Her two seemingly simple steps gave people a strange feeling of flowing clouds and running water, and it was clearly a footwork technique that contained profound and secret techniques. Otherwise, how could she express the power that only a large series of movements could express with just two steps
Not only that, Zhou Yi also felt that he was tightly grasped by her spirit and momentum. As long as anyone showed the slightest flaw, she would immediately draw her sword and attack, and the force would be so overwhelming that no one could resist.
In an instant, with just two steps, Lei Mingfei firmly grasped the favorable situation for the main attack.
"clang"!
The sword was unsheathed. An indestructible sword energy spit out from the sword tip, piercing through the air and attacking Zhou Yi. Under the shining of the sword, Lei Mingfei's pretty face lit up with a holy glow, which made people dare not underestimate the enemy or blaspheme, and feel deeply ashamed.
Zhou Yi retreated quickly, silently reciting the Bing Xin Jue to quickly sweep away all the negative emotions brought by Lei Ming Fei from his heart, and thought to himself: "Sword Canon" is the treasure of Cihang Jingzhai, and is listed as one of the four great books of Huang Yi. According to the cultivation level of Lei Ming Fei in front of him, she has at least entered the mysterious realm of "Sword Spirit World", and her strength should not be underestimated. He must do his best to have a chance of winning!
Thinking of this, Zhou Yi's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened. Just as he was about to attack, a fierce hurricane suddenly came towards him. Zhou Yi's clothes immediately stuck to his front, but the corners of his sleeves and sleeves fluttered wildly backwards.
Although Concubine Lei Ming was still as calm as before, her beautiful eyes became brighter, and even the flying winged sword in her hand seemed to emit a brilliant light.
Lei Mingfei found the opportunity when Zhou Yi drew his sword, and Feiyi Sword finally took the lead in attacking.
Lightning flashed, and sword energy filled the sky. Lei Mingfei's flying winged sword turned into a sky full of light and shadows, covering Zhou Yi.
Zhou Yi never imagined that this seemingly gentle, charming and alluring beauty with her slender hands as white as frost and snow could use such terrifying sword skills as torrential rain and strong wind.
Zhou Yi is like a small boat sailing in a storm, swaying in the wind and in danger of capsizing at any time. If he fails to block the sword energy and it penetrates his meridians, he will be seriously injured and defeated immediately.
Concubine Lei Mingfei's swordsmanship is untraceable, but every time she strikes out, she aims directly at the opponent's weakness. The sword energy emitted from the tip of her sword is like mercury pouring on the ground, penetrating every gap and making it impossible to defend against.
Zhou Yi was trapped in a dilemma of passively being beaten and unable to fight back! But even so, Zhou Yi, who was protected by the Ice Heart Art, remained focused, his mind as calm as the surface of a lake, without a single ripple.
Suddenly, Zhou Yi shook his wrist, and the sword blade shook violently in the air, sweeping out like a long whip, finally forcing Lei Mingfei to retreat half a step. Then, with another shake of his wrist, Zhou Yi was about to use the third young master's sword move—earth-shattering and sky-shattering, heaven and earth burning!
Since learning this sword from Yan Shisan, it has never failed. Facing an opponent as strong as Lei Mingfei, Zhou Yi can only pin his hopes on this move.
However, before this peerless sword move could flow out from Zhou Yi's fingertips, a bright light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The Flying Wing Sword was like a sudden lightning from the sky, breaking through the dark night and stabbing towards his chest.
"The Third Young Master's sword is unrivaled in the world, Ming Fei doesn't want to try this trick!"
The seemingly simple sword move actually contains extremely profound mental skills and sword principles. It seems slow and fast, making it difficult to grasp the speed; and the trembling of the sword tip gives people the feeling that the direction of attack can be changed at any time like the tongue of a spirit snake.
Zhou Yi suddenly felt a sense of despair, a feeling of helplessness as if he had been completely seen through and his every move was controlled by his opponent! (To be continued)