Monk Wu Xin held a demon-subduing pestle in one hand and clasped his other hand, silently reciting the Diamond Sutra. A golden light flashed across his body and a faint scent of incense filled the air around him.
Ye Feng, who was watching the fight from a distance, was startled. The monk actually used the power of incense and vows to enhance his internal strength right from the start. He really wanted to kill.
Jiang Yixue looked around curiously: "Who is burning incense? Where does the fragrance come from?" Ye Feng was anxious. It was already a critical moment, but she was still careless. He quickly reminded Jiang Yixue: "Be careful, that fragrance is him gathering the power of incense. You should quickly improve your internal strength and get rid of the suppression of the incense power, otherwise your emotions will be affected and you will be unable to resist."
The power of incense and vows? Suppressing oneself so that one cannot resist
Jiang Yixue was a little bit unconvinced. Suddenly, she felt as if a mountain was rising in front of her. An inexplicable pressure made it hard for her to breathe. She became confused and really wanted to give up all resistance.
Fortunately, he heard Ye Feng's reminder, and his internal energy surged throughout his body. Moreover, the natal Gu on his wrist realized that his master was threatened and woke up from his dormant state.
A ray of internal energy rose from her dantian, making her gradually confused will become a little clearer.
Seeing Jiang Yixiu's eyes become dull, Monk Wu Xin sneered, knowing that she had been suppressed by the power of incense and vows, and now was the best time to kill her in one fell swoop.
He felt the true energy in his body expanding, and the power of incense and vows increased his internal strength to at least the early Earth level. He raised the demon-subduing pestle high in the air, and smashed it down on Jiang Yixiu's head with overwhelming force.
"Amitabha, I'm sorry, little sister. You're Ye Feng's girlfriend. Don't blame me after you die. Blame your boyfriend. I want to avenge my junior brother."
There were cries of surprise outside the ring. Sisters Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er became worried about Jiang Yixue. Jiang Yuxin shouted, "Sister, be careful."
Jiang Yixue tried her best to calm herself down, and retreated violently, breaking free from Wan Jun's pressure, leaving Monk Wu Xin with nothing to lose.
The demon-subduing pestle hit the arena, creating a burst of sparks and causing a dent in the steel arena.
Monk Wu Xin's hands were numb from the shock. He was secretly surprised. His incense and prayer power had clearly suppressed Jiang Yixiu's consciousness, but he didn't expect that she would escape unscathed at the last moment.
He snorted coldly. It seems that this girl has some skills. Since I can't kill you quickly, I will let you die under my Eighteen Demon Subduing Pestle.
He danced the Demon-Subduing Pestle into a curtain of light, wrapping Jiang Yixiu inside it. However, he was surprised to find that although the Demon-Subduing Pestle was about to hit Jiang Yixiu, Jiang Yixiu always dodged it first.
Jiang Yixue quickly recalled the Misty Rain Sword Technique that Ye Feng had taught her in her mind, trying to find a way to deal with the Eighteen-Way Demon Subduing Pestle.
In her eyes, the weapon held by the monk was so majestic, but unfortunately his movements were a bit slow. If it was faster, it would have hit her.
She even naively wondered if the monk was slowing down intentionally because he couldn't bear to hurt himself.
It's not that Monk Wu Xin couldn't bear to hurt her, but Jiang Yixiue had been reborn after soaking in the Earth Spirit Milk, and the sensitivity of her body and senses was enhanced, so there was an illusion that Monk Wu Xin was deliberately slowing down.
The first move of Misty Rain Sword Technique is Gentle Breeze and Drizzle, and the second move is Drizzle in the South of the Yangtze River...
Jiang Yixue held the flying sword in her hand, her posture graceful and charming. She lightly tapped her wrist, and the flying sword danced out seven or eight sword flowers, just like a fairy scattering flowers from heaven.
The Misty Rain Sword Technique was created by the mysterious man Gui Wuya. Ye Feng only taught Jiang Yixiu some simple sword techniques. Its changes are mysterious and unpredictable. It becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent and has infinite power.
On the surface, the sword light was indifferent, like a drizzle on the street, a gentle breeze, and a lingering spring feeling. But when Monk Wu Xin pressed forward step by step with murderous intent, the drizzle in the sky suddenly turned into a sky full of cold light, which wrapped Monk Wu Xin in it.
Chi, chi, chi, a dazzling sword light flashed, and Monk Wu Xin stood on the stage with the half-cut demon-subduing pestle in his hand.
His demon-subduing pestle is made of ten thousand year old cold iron. Ordinary swords and knives will only leave a shallow mark on it but will not cut it off at all.
The small sword in Jiang Yixiu's hand not only cut off his demon-subduing pestle, but also left bloody, earthworm-like sword marks on his strong arms, so deep that white bones could be seen.
How could he know that this flying sword was made by Ye Feng using ten thousand year old cold iron and star pattern steel. It was extremely sharp and was also infused with seven layers of powerful attack formations, which added to its powerful attack power.
Jiang Yixue didn't want to kill anyone. She was kind-hearted, so there was gentleness in her Misty Rain Sword Skills. She only stabbed Monk Wu Xin. Otherwise, the sky full of sword beams would have been tightly retracted, and what would have been broken was not the Demon-Subduing Pestle, but Monk Wu Xin.
Blood flowed from his arms to the ground. Monk Wu Xin endured the pain and asked in a trembling voice with disbelief: "Stinky girl, what evil swordsmanship did you use? How could this happen?"
Seeing that monk Wu Xin's arms were covered with sword marks, Jiang Yixue knew that it was her own injuries. She couldn't bear it, and there was a trace of pity and guilt in her beautiful eyes: "I'm sorry, I just learned this set of sword skills, I didn't know it was so powerful, next time I will be gentler."
The sword technique I just learned can seriously injure me, and you still say that you will be gentler next time? This is a great shame and humiliation. It really makes me angry. Monk Wu Xin was angry and hurt. He screamed, his eyes went black, and he fainted.
The monks from Xuankong Temple who were watching the fight nearby hurried over, took out the golden medicine to stop the bleeding, applied it to Monk Wu Xin's wound, and carried him off the stage on a stretcher.
The entire summit of Mount Hua was silent. No one had expected that Jiang Yixiu could severely injure Monk Wu Xin with her sword, and even cut the demon-subduing pestle made of ten thousand year old cold iron into two pieces like cutting tofu.
Everyone became more respectful of Jiang Yixue. Those guys who had always wanted to take advantage of her gave up the idea and thought it was safer to stay away from this little girl.
Zen Master Zhikong on the rostrum showed a trace of regret. He had high hopes that Monk Wuxin would win first place in the Xuan class group, but he did not expect that he would lose to Jiang Yixue.
Yue Zhuoqun looked at Jiang Yixue on the stage with a look of surprise. He didn't care who hurt whom, but was salivating over the flying sword in Jiang Yixue's hand. This little sword was so powerful. Was it forged? It was so spiritual. Could it be one of the inheritances of Master Tianzhen
Even Mr. Mo Da, who had been sitting there without making a sound, was suspicious and looked at Jiang Yixue in confusion. He was not only curious about the flying sword, but also very curious about the sword that Jiang Yixue suddenly used that was so shocking that it made the world shake and the ghosts cry. This sword technique seemed familiar, yet very unfamiliar.
Elder Lu reluctantly announced: "Monk Wu Xin lost, Jiang Yixue won, Jiang Yixue enters the third round of the competition."
(End of this chapter)