Liuhe Shenjue is one of the most fierce and famous exercises in the world in the past ten years. The reason is not that it has a great reputation in the past, but that Shen Du, who has cultivated it in the past ten years, has left a terrifying effect on the rivers and lakes. Fame, and even the exercises, have become terrifying.
This time, he even got a new sword.
The news about the Eight Array Diagrams has already spread, and everyone knows that Shen Du and Xuan Hesheng made a bet, passed the most powerful killing formation in the legend, and got this sword.
Today, I finally have to try the frost blade!
Compared with the Rainbow Rainbow Sword, which was only a sharp weapon in the past, the Snow Deer Sword, which is a divine weapon forged by Li Yan, the master of swordsmanship in Jianlu, is obviously sharper and more eye-catching!
The brilliance of the sword is too dazzling to be looked down upon!
But it was such an ordinary backhand sword that seemed to be slashed at will, but suddenly there were thousands of changes under the palm of Shen Du!
The body of the sword is pure blue and snow white, so clean that it is intoxicating. But when his strong inner strength poured into it, it suddenly surged up again, like waves in a furious sea, with only a few snow-white waves remaining at the tip.
Light is cold.
The sword is cold.
Shen Du's eyebrows and eyes were also cold.
At this moment, he was looking at Shanzai, his figure was clearly reflected in his eyes, but there seemed to be no such person in his heart.
There are no fluctuations.
Only indifference.
"Brush!"
Like a waterfall falling from the sky, the dazzling light swayed the eyes of the monk pointed by the long sword, but it didn't make him panic!
The slender right hand instantly has the color of gold and jade.
"when!"
For a split second, the lightning bolt didn't dodge or evade, so he stretched out his palm to block it!
The sword slammed into the palm of the hand, as if it had slammed into fine iron!
What a hard palm!
What a powerful technique!
Shen Du missed with a single sword, and was actually pushed back a bit by the force of this palm, and his estimation of the monk's strength in his heart naturally rose to a higher level.
It's just that he has been in the martial arts for many years, and he had already played against Shanzai once in the Thousand Buddha Hall a month ago, so he is not too surprised by his strength.
On the contrary, if the monk can't take this blow, he may be surprised.
Right now, I just feel that this monk is one or two points more powerful than I thought.
When he entered the Thousand Buddhas Hall day and night, he was almost powerless in front of Shanzai. After all, his strength had not fully recovered at that time, while Shanzai was in full bloom.
But today is different.
Today's cultivation base has also improved a lot, not to mention that he no longer has the worry of backlash from the Six Harmonies God Art that day, and he can let go of the battle!
Acquired extreme temperament gave him a particularly fierce and fierce style of play, but his extremely high cultivation gave him one of the world's most treacherous movements.
If the sword failed, he took advantage of the situation to retreat, and the man had disappeared.
Before Shanzai closed his palms, he heard an exclamation from the side, and as soon as his auricle moved, he heard a screeching sound from behind!
Suddenly, Shen Du was already behind him!
Shanzai couldn't see clearly, but the people standing near the Zhige monument below the mountain gate all took a breath of cold air—
On the tall mountain gate behind him, Shen Du held a sword and stood like a demon in the heavens. He was wearing a bewitching purple-black robe, and then he fit in and rushed down, dangerous and ruthless!
"Zheng!"
The sword travels like wind and thunder!
The strong wind blowing towards his face seemed to squeeze the blue on the sword towards the hilt of the sword in his hand, so the snow-like white seemed to cover the sword.
It's just that this whiteness seems to be a lot inferior compared to the snow-white robes of the monks.
It was only two rounds of fighting, but Shen Du had already used such a sinister trick as attacking people from behind, which inevitably made people feel that he was already full of murderous intentions.
At this time, countless people were sweating for Shanzai.
Only the abbot of Yuanmie on the side, always watching calmly.
They know Zenya too well.
He grew up in the Chanyuan. Whether it is reading and writing, or practicing martial arts and chanting, he was taught by the masters in the Chanyuan.
So they knew exactly what Zenzai's almost terrifying talent was.
Abbot Yuanmie still remembered that that year was a year of famine, and the robbers and bandits at the foot of the mountain were in chaos. After the monks descended the mountain, they only heard cries coming from the cliff.
So I looked up and found a baby boy.
It was supposed to be a Buddhist fate. The baby boy was actually hung from the treetop by a half-moon-white monk's robe, but the light blue color of the monk's robe was almost faded after being hit by the wind and rain for a long time.
The monks were merciful and naturally rescued him. Later, they found out that his parents had died in the robbery on the mountain road, and his mother was shocked in the car and gave birth to him, but she could not bear the torture of the thieves. throw it away.
Unexpectedly, he was caught by the monk's robe on the tree, leaving his life behind.
From then on, he was naturally raised in a Zen courtyard. His mind was intelligent and his comprehension was extremely high.
It's just that when he was young, it was not that he did not commit murder.
That is the most innocent cruelty of children.
He didn't know that what he had committed was murder. Although he recited "Understanding the Buddha's Heart", what he could do made the monks in the Chanyuan silent for the first time after learning about it.
In fact, it is not clear whether it is the maliciousness hidden in the nature of people who do not know the world, or the fierceness that is buried deep in the temperament of the fashionable and young Shanzai.
But after that time, he never did the same thing again.
Later, when he was a little older, he traveled far and wide with other monks in the temple, and since then he has cultivated a state of clarity of mind and body, as if he was the next head of the temple.
It's just that his cultivation base entered the realm too fast, and Yuan Mie couldn't remember the last time he saw him seriously fight with others. When instructing the disciples in the courtyard to cultivate, Shanzai always pointed to the end, every move was just right, and he couldn't pick out the slightest mistake.
And at this moment...
He and the monks around him both retreated a few steps, and the group of people almost gave up the mountain gate, watching this rare and extreme fight with all their concentration.
ruthless.
Shen Du was really ruthless.
Relying on the Snow Deer Sword in his hand, one inch long and one inch strong, he did not give in at all, pressing step by step, the more he fought, the more aggressive he appeared.
Therefore, Zenzai's response seemed to have become sturdy and violent.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Fingers, claws, fists, palms, each of which can be handled superbly. On the one hand, outsiders are amazed that there are such wonderful moves in the world, and on the other hand, the monks in the temple are shocked that the same moves can still be used in this way.
He has clearly integrated what he has learned all his life, and has reached the state where he is in the mood, and he is not moved by the times or forced by the situation.
Shen only has a thousand ways to attack, and he has a thousand ways to dismantle.
In the eyes of others, it is naturally dazzling, but in the eyes of Shen Du, who is fighting with him, it is shockingly simple and neat!
Where is the ever-changing method of dismantling!
This bald donkey is clearly coping with him without changing!
And the counterattack between this action seems to be gentle and gentle, but in fact it is fierce and fierce. Whether it is the twelve-fingered Zen that came to the face before, or the splitting palm that just pushed the long sword horizontally, all of them carry the wind and thunder. Potential!
At first, Shen Du had a bottom line in his heart, but as time passed, a thin layer of thin sweat covered his head, but he felt more and more depressed.
It was as if there was an endless mountain in front of you.
He is weak and strong, he is strong and he is stronger, no matter how he fights, this person in front of him seems to beat him by three points!
This made Shen Du's mood suddenly gloomy, and he unexpectedly remembered the embarrassing battle at the Thousand Buddhas Hall that day.
When he looked up again, there was no change in the person's eyebrows.
Neither annoyed by fighting against him, nor agitated by this long and indistinguishable battle, he was always calm, even with a kind of detached indifference.
Those long eyebrows, clear eyes, straight nose, slightly pursed lips...
The feeling of his action was not as cold and murderous as that day in the Thousand Buddha Hall, but it was by no means gentle.
The snow-white monk's sleeves are facing the wind, and they look extremely beautiful.
But Shen Du really doesn't like this color.
The monk in his heart should only wear the simplest moon-white robe. He usually has no expressions, but occasionally he will laugh when he is teased.
With a smile, he felt approachable and a little bit of red dust.
"Ding!"
The Xuelu Sword folded backwards, and he snapped his fingers to force him to retreat. When he raised his eyes again, the monk pointed his fingers like knives, galloping like lightning, and pointed at the center of his eyebrows!
Shen Du had no choice but to hurriedly face him!
"boom!"
Five fingers and five fingers pressed together, palm and palm pressed together, when two completely different internal forces surged out, only the two people's wide sleeves swayed at the same time, colliding together like clouds in the sky.
During a moment of confrontation, the monk caught a glimpse of a vague text on his sleeve.
At that time, he had vaguely realized something, so his brows suddenly wrinkled.
Shanzai has been practicing martial arts since childhood. His inner strength and thoroughness in martial arts are by no means comparable to the crooked and wicked way of Shen Du, who has only practiced Liuhe Divine Art for ten years.
This pair of palms was divided almost instantly.
Shen Du but felt that there was the power of whipping the mountains and driving the sea in this palm, and he was going to blow him away; but when the other party had the idea of retreating and was eager to withdraw his palm, he felt that the other party's palm turned into a turbulent force. The vortex, not only no longer pushes him outward, but even has an attractive force, and he can't withdraw his hand no matter what!
The situation suddenly became critical.
And the more critical, the more people's potential will be stimulated. This relative potential may be an astonishing explosive force when it falls on others, but when it falls on Shen Du, it becomes that mass of anger that suddenly exploded in his chest!
The evil spirit flashed in the bottom of his eyes, and he was really angry.
Although the left hand could not be withdrawn, the right hand was vacant in the gap, and when he grabbed it in the air, he pulled the Xuelu Sword in his palm again with a sigh of energy.
Break through the eight formations and win Xuan Hesheng.
Others don't know what kind of hardships he has gone through, but Shen Du himself knows what kind of fierce style he has realized day and night in that formation.
At this moment of stalemate, the fierceness between his brows and eyes suddenly became strong, and he turned his wrist to hold the long sword backwards!
The hilt is forward, the tip is back!
When one handed it forward, an arc that opened diagonally seemed to sway a blue ripple on the snow-like lake.
The sword is shaking!
The sword qi has been broken!
But at this moment, no one can say where the sword is, where the sword is heading, can't see its shape, and can't figure out its whereabouts!
At the moment when Shen Du made this sword, everyone could only see the blue ripples and hear the faint trembling of the Snow Deer Sword!
As today-
The mournful and helpless young deer wailed!
This is a near-kill sword!
Shen Du's full of ferocity and sinister aura climbed to the extreme at the moment when the sword came out, and even made his eyes bloodshot with a faint red tinge.
Heartless and unrelenting!
He thought, no matter who is in front of him, no matter who is in front of the sword, under this sword, there is no way to escape the word "death", and he will never let go.
But he still saw it.
I saw the calm eyes of the monk who were always watching him, just like the wisdom eyes of the gods and Buddhas he saw when he looked up at the Thousand Buddhas Hall.
I also saw his other palm that was quietly put down.
It was clearly a gesture of grasping and slaughtering, but the eyes he looked at him were so deep, vaguely sympathetic, and indifferent.
For such a brief moment, it was impossible for Shen Du to distinguish.
At the moment when the sword reached the throat and was about to kill someone, he turned the tip of the sword like crazy!
How sharp are the divine weapons like the Snow Deer Sword
In such a hasty moment, Shen Du couldn't complete a turn that neither hurt the other party nor himself, and he couldn't control his leaning body, so he collided.
"Pfft!"
The sword is like a flesh and blood body, inserted into the mud and snow, easily penetrated two inches!
The blood under Shen Du's right rib immediately gushed out, but it was dyed on the deep purple crane cloak, and it was only dyed into a deep darkness, and there was no blood at all.
How familiar is such a scene
At the moment when the tip of the sword entered the body and the pain struck, Shen Du finally remembered vaguely: He had experienced almost the same situation.
It's just that at that time, the Zhongjian was not him.
Gu Zhao, who had been on the sidelines for a long time, saw this ridiculous, pitiful and sad scene, and finally couldn't help but scolded "Fuck your ancestors" in his heart, and laughed coldly.
The reversal of the situation was too fast.
Everyone was worried about the danger that Shanzai suddenly faced a moment ago, and was even more confused by the move he suddenly gave up. In the blink of an eye, Shen Du's sinister sword stabbed into his own ribs.
I don't understand, it's confusing.
Even Shen Du himself was at a loss at this moment.
He could feel the pain, but at the same time he felt very numb, as if the pain that almost made him curl up over it could not suppress the desire to raise his head at this moment, forcing him to look at the monk in front of him—
Eyes close at hand.
These are the most beautiful eyes Shen Du has ever seen, and they are the closest to gods and Buddhas.
Like a lake covered with thin ice.
But at the moment he looked over, the ice and snow on the lake seemed to loosen and melt for a moment...
About to be crazy, Shen Du felt that he was almost unable to distinguish between a dream and an illusion, and only vaguely felt as if there was a sigh.
But I don't know if it's in my ears or in my heart.
He looked at the monk and refused to take his eyes back.
However, the monk lowered his eyes after this illusory sigh, so the drooping eyelashes covered thousands of emotions and made all hidden emotions impossible to spy on.
The right palm, which was still opposite Shen Du's left palm, turned slightly at this moment, and when the long and strong force hit, it caused Shen Du's shoulders to shake, and the palm also retreated.
But at this retreat, the Buddha bead on his wrist was also shaken by force.
Then he saw the snow-white monk's sleeves rise against the wind, like a section of the moon flying up, and when it fell again, the string of beads had naturally turned from his wrist to the monk's wrist.
The sandalwood scent is still there.
Shen Duhou wanted to retreat after realizing it, but the monk's hands were faster than his movements, and the collar of the crane's cloak at the back of his neck had been grasped by Liu Fuhua.
He subconsciously spun out.
So I only heard a "hula" sound, and the wind in the mountains filled the robes, and the crane cloak embroidered with the patterns of the sixteen heavenly demons with silver thread was actually carried by the monk in his hands.
Shen Du, who got out, was only wearing a black robe with a leather belt around his waist.
At this time, although there were still embarrassing wounds under his ribs, his body was tall and slender, and he had an indescribable arrogance like a bamboo plum.
He stood on the left side of the mountain gate engraved with the word "landscape", and looked at the monk who was standing at the same high mountain gate two feet away. He seemed to react a little, then he laughed suddenly, and said frivolously: "What? At that time, the monks of the Tianji Temple were so skilled in taking off their clothes?"
Someone below laughed coldly.
The monks of Tianji Temple suddenly looked ugly.
But Zenzai didn't pay any attention to it. He just carried the deep purple crane cloak stained with blood, pointed to the left sleeve, and took out the page of silk paper with graceful handwriting.
That is the word of Feng Xiao.
As for what was written above, Shen Du couldn't be more clear: it wasn't some Buddhist scriptures, it was just a practice that he asked Feng Xiao to decipher from the string of Buddhist beads.
Unexpectedly, he noticed it.
In the end, Shen Du had to admire his eyesight and scheming, so he rarely praised from the bottom of his heart: "Amazing."
"The sea of bitterness is boundless, turning back is the shore..."
Zenzai calmly typed a Buddhist verse, glanced at the silk paper, his fingertips lightly loosened, and the silk paper full of words instantly turned into snow-like shards, which were blown by the wind. full sky.
Without the Buddha bead on his wrist, Shen Du felt a little disappointed for no reason.
He has been ups and downs in the sea of suffering all his life, and he does not know what the world outside the sea of suffering looks like, so naturally he has no way of knowing whether the so-called "other shore" can really be reached by turning back.
The hardest way through the ages is just the way back.
The monk's gaze recovered from the flying confetti, and finally landed on his dazed face, and then he chanted the Buddha's name and handed him the robe hanging in his arms: "Shen Shi, Just got offended."