Going back one month, if someone told Shen Du that he would be seriously injured and dying due to a plot from behind, he would laugh; go back seven days, if someone told Shen Du, he would be arrested in the Thousand Buddha Hall of Tianji Temple. He would find it absurd to play with no strength to fight back.
But now, the former has happened, and the latter has followed suit.
The domineering aspects of such exercises as Liuhe Divine Art cannot be understood by non-cultivators.
Even if Gu Zhao, who had the reputation of "First Immortal" back then, fought with him, he could not disrupt the movement of his meridians in the fierce battle, not even a little bit!
Steady as a rock, like a hill blown by the breeze, like a river shone by the bright moon!
But now, it collapsed under the finger of this mysterious monk!
Even if he has just been distracted, even if his current skill is only 70%, to use this seemingly ordinary finger force to break the firm and stable operation of the Liuhe Divine Art itself, the person who needs to use it is terrifying. Cultivation
The moment he vomited blood, Shen Du's scalp was numb!
In this darkness, after the opponent succeeded with a single blow, he was not surprised at all, not even a little bit stunned, as if what happened in front of him was nothing but the most ordinary thing.
Even the next attack did not stop!
After Wuxiangjie pointed, he slightly retreated half a point, changed his fingers into claws, and was about to capture Shen Du at this extremely close moment!
If anyone with a weaker will is here, and the most fundamental exercises are broken, I am afraid that they have already lost their minds and can't produce any resistance, and they will be captured.
But here is Shen Du.
At the moment when the opponent's claws attacked, he didn't think that it would be like this, anyway, it seems that there is no point in living. But in that flash of thought, he was afraid of death.
Human life is boring.
But what is the state of death
He is no longer in awe of everything in this world, but he is still afraid of the unknown. All struggles are just to live to live.
So at this moment, he still has to endure all kinds of pain and gain that first-line vitality for himself!
At the juncture of life and death, the speed of reaction exceeds the limit!
Shen Du could even hear the sound of his bones turning when he forcibly lowered his shoulders. In this narrow and cramped battle, he forcibly opened the distance between himself and the opponent's claws by half an inch!
Half an inch is enough!
"boom!"
Silent as lightning, faster than thunder!
This half inch of space, half an inch of distance, was enough for him to raise his right hand, pierce the darkness with his five fingers, and also stained with the blood flowers still floating in the air, clenched into a fist, and collided with the monk's wrist. together!
It doesn't look like it hit the flesh and blood!
Incredibly hard!
If it wasn't for the heart-shattering sound of flesh and blood squeezing into his ears, he would almost have thought that his hand had hit a hard rock with a texture like gold and iron.
pain!
Excessive speed brings a violent impact.
Shen Du almost felt that his fingers were about to be broken by this collision, but obviously, the mysterious monk on the opposite side was not much better.
The wrist is a weak joint, even if the Tianji Temple focuses on the cultivation of external skills, the wrist cannot be cultivated like a fist.
Therefore, after receiving this sudden blow, the monk originally grabbed the palm of Shen Du's shoulder, but almost immediately forced by this force, he deviates away.
"puff!"
The steel-like claws rubbed against Shen Du's neck, sinking deeply into the thick wood of the book wall behind him, as easily as poking into a piece of tofu!
Shen Du had no doubt that if the finger claws landed on his shoulders, he was afraid that an arm would be removed immediately!
This mysterious monk hiding in the dark was so fierce!
He couldn't help taking a breath of air because of this, feeling that this was different from the monks in the Tianji Temple that he knew all along, but he didn't waste a bit of time in his actions!
Not to be missed!
Blocked by his collision, the opponent's blow was already in vain. Before the other party could take back his palm, Shen Du didn't hesitate, and slammed it out!
But instead of hitting the monk on the opposite side, he hit the top of his head!
Although the Divine Art of Six Harmonies was defeated just now, its strength lies in the fact that it has automatically circulated and condensed in his body after just a moment.
With this little strength, fighting against the monks may be a little stretched.
Can be used to escape, absolutely enough!
"Crack!"
Timber tiles, cracked in response!
The surging palm force, almost at the moment of hitting, blasted a large hole with a diameter of more than three feet on the roof of the Thousand Buddha Hall!
For a while, the debris of wooden beams flew like rain, and the debris of golden tiles was thrown like splashing snow!
Late at night.
The moon in the mountains came out.
The cold moonlight shone down from the hole, and instantly shone on Shen Du's delicate but hostile face, illuminating his dark eyes with vortexes hidden in them, and also illuminating the snow-white corner. A monk's sleeve that is not stained with the slightest dust!
In a hurry, Shen Du didn't see anything clearly.
The moment the moonlight fell, only the whiteness flashed across his eyes, and then without hesitation, he stomped his feet and got out of the confrontation with the monk!
A hurricane came out of the hole directly!
At this time, where is there any concern for disturbing who is not disturbing
At the juncture of life and death, he only had the word "escape" in his mind!
From the moment when he smashed the top of the Thousand Buddhas Hall with one palm, Shen Du knew that what happened tonight would definitely create an uproar in the Tianji Temple, and even the entire martial arts!
The Tianji Temple under the night is as quiet as a paradise.
How amazing was the movement he just broke through the top of the hall
Almost as soon as he leaped out, many monks with profound skills heard it and immediately opened their eyes. Not to mention that there were disciples who happened to be walking near the Thousand Buddha Hall. Hearing the sound, he raised his head and was greatly surprised!
Under the moonlight, a dark purple phantom appeared from the top of the Thousand Buddhas Hall!
A lonely and cruel body, like a monster!
After only a moment of silence, exclamations of exclamations sounded from all directions, nothing more than "enemy attack", "incoming person", "demon go away" and so on.
But no matter how loud their voices were, Shen Du couldn't hear them!
In my ears, there is only the roar of the raging wind!
Forced to run for his life, the meridians all over his body felt terrifyingly hot and burning, but the blood gushing in his body gave him the illusion of being cold, and the cold wind blowing from his face made his limbs freeze!
The countless Buddhist temples and pagodas in Tianji Chanyuan flew past his feet.
Shen Du felt that even the last time he avoided the pursuit of most of the rivers and lakes, he had never been so quick!
Countless exclamations and shouts resounded in the Zen courtyard, and in just three or five breaths, they were left behind!
In the blink of an eye, it crossed the scope of the Zen Temple!
There is still unmelted snow in the mountains and forests, and there are still blood stains on the front of his clothes. Without thinking, he jumped down from the height of the Bukong Mountain, and slid down the wind along the dragon-like ridge. !
The strong Shan Lan turned upside down like a wall.
Shen Du's throat was sweet, the bloody aura had come up again, and the pain between his heart and lungs was like a knife cut, almost breaking his sanity at this moment.
Confused, he only tried his best to turn around and look back!
Then I saw that snow-white figure—
The night is dark blue, and the moon is golden.
The Tianji Temple on the top of the mountain also had a majestic momentum at this time. Not far from the Thousand Buddhas Hall is a tall pagoda. The monk who had fought with him before stood on the top of the pagoda.
As soon as the monk's robe is dressed, it is rolled in the wind, like jade white!
Perhaps it was because the falling snow foam was too dense, perhaps because he was seriously injured and did not know it, and perhaps because the distance was too far away, at this moment Shen Du's vision was blurred.
He could not see the face of the monk.
Even the tall and straight snow-white outline is vague.
In the long night, in the dark world, in the white moon, and in the flying snow, there is only this figure, only this white snow, not like standing on the top of the pagoda, but like standing in an unreachable dream in the heart of the person who sees it...
The eyes are clear and distant, traversing the void.
Shen Du could vaguely feel that he saw himself and looked at himself, but what kind of deep meaning was in his eyes, but it was like a dream, blurred in this boundless night and moonlight.
Forget about troubles.
Sorrow is forgotten.
The crisis of life and death is also forgotten.
What came to his mind turned out to be a sentence, eight characters from the scriptures he had read in the bamboo hut in the past...
The silver bowl holds the snow, and the bright moon hides the heron.
I mean, isn't that the monk
Astonished.
So, such a complicated murmur, suddenly followed by that dream-like snow-white figure, was far away and blurred in the wind.
"Goodness..."
…
On the top of the tower, only the monk stood.
Qing Jun's face was as calm as ever, and there was no trace of anger or annoyance. The string of beads around his neck was broken, but his left hand was still holding the eighteen beads.
A worried voice sounded under the tower: "Senior Brother Shanzai, are you alright?"
He doesn't answer.
As if he didn't hear the sound at all, he just stared at the direction where the intruder at the foot of the mountain had just disappeared. He entered meditation, his eyes far-reaching and silent.
The breeze shakes the clothes, and the mercy does not change.
Shan Lan rolled up his sleeves, and the light white sandalwood scent diffused into the icy air, becoming faint and vague...