Master Mingyue sang the Buddhist name loudly: "Amitabha, Vajra Arhat, the Buddha's light shines everywhere."
A huge palm like a mountain, emitting dazzling Buddha light and carrying a force like a raging storm, pressed towards Ye Feng. Under the Buddha's palm, there was a suffocating storm of Buddha light, and all things were reduced to ashes.
The flying sword flew into the sky. Although the light of the flying sword seemed so delicate, like a starlight under the sky, a single spark can start a prairie fire.
The sword light was indestructible and tore apart the scorching Buddha light and smashed the mountain-like Vajra Palm into pieces. The remaining force was not exhausted and flew straight towards Master Mingyue's chest.
Master Mingyue had a look of shock on his face. His Vajra Palm was integrated with the Vajra Indestructible Magical Skill, but in front of the flying sword, it was shattered into pieces, leaving no residue.
"The flying sword, it actually became a flying sword."
Master Mingyue showed a look of shock and threw away the string of Buddhist beads he had been holding in his hand.
Rumble.
A series of loud thunders exploded in the sky. The Buddhist beads swelled with the wind and in the blink of an eye they became the size of a millstone. Each one shone with brilliant golden light and smashed towards the flying sword.
The Buddhist beads in Master Mingyue's hand have accompanied him for countless years. It is a spiritual weapon that is filled with the power of incense and vows. Not only does it possess the power of a spiritual weapon, it also has golden defensive Buddha light surrounding it.
Boom! More than a hundred Buddhist beads densely surrounded the flying sword, making it seem outnumbered and weak.
But a miracle happened.
A howling gale suddenly surged out from the sword body, blowing the Buddhist beads surrounding the flying sword into pieces.
Immediately afterwards, dazzling lightning shot out from the sword, tearing the sky and earth apart, and also blew the few Buddhist beads closest to the flying sword into pieces, which dissipated in the strong wind.
Fierce tongues of fire spurted out from the hilt of the sword. Those were the golden flames emitted by the flame gold as it absorbed spiritual energy, instantly burning several Buddhist beads to ashes.
Although there were many Buddhist beads, they were defeated by the flying swords that had added a defensive formation.
Master Mingyue suddenly felt heartbroken for his Buddhist beads. They had accompanied him for countless years, and he no longer regarded them as Buddhist beads, but as close friends.
The flying sword broke through the encirclement of the Buddhist beads, passed through the layers of defensive Buddha light, and shot straight towards Master Mingyue's chest. Master Mingyue could only gather all the golden light in his body to resist the flying sword.
Ye Feng waved his hands, and the flying sword spun rapidly like a gyroscope, and like a high-speed drill, it drilled into the defense formation set up by Master Mingyue's Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill.
Ye Feng felt that the golden light was like thousands of sticky threads, entangled with the flying sword, trying to block its progress. The flying sword slowed down when it was one meter away from Master Mingyue's chest.
But the flying sword continued to move forward, spinning at a high speed, crushing any force that blocked its progress.
The golden light emanating from the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art was indeed extremely powerful. The flying sword seemed to be trapped in the sticky Buddha light, and its speed became extremely slow.
A teasing smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips, he still had some special skills that he hadn't used yet.
With his fists clenched, the Thai king launched four powerful strikes.
"surge."
One surge contained nine potentials, which instantly reduced the golden light of Master Mingyue's Vajra Indestructible Skill by a quarter.
After losing a quarter of the golden light protection, the flying sword's speed increased slightly.
The second move is Shocking Waves.
The layers of fist power were like waves crashing against the shore, surging and surging, and hit down another quarter of the golden light.
The third move is to penetrate the stone.
Master Mingyue's face changed. The three moves of Thai Emperor's Four Strikes had destroyed three quarters of the protective golden light of his Vajra Indestructible Divine Art. Just one more move would cause a double burning.
Master Mingyue's Vajra Indestructible Magical Skill is about to fall apart.
Ye Feng loosened his clenched fists and snapped his fingers. The flying sword, which was only an inch away from Master Mingyue's chest, flew back into Ye Feng's hands.
The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, and Master Mingyue sighed softly: "Amitabha, I lost. Thank you, Sect Master Ye, for showing mercy."
"Haha, it's really refreshing to have a real fight with you, Master Mingyue, see you later."
Boom! Ye Feng's whole body trembled, and his consciousness that had entered the alien space returned to the sea of consciousness. A faint smile appeared on his face, and he stretched his muscles comfortably.
Master Mingyue's consciousness also returned to his body from the alien space. He stroked the string of Buddhist beads in his hand with heartache. Others could not see the mystery, but Ye Feng's divine eyes saw that half of the 108 Buddhist beads had lost their original faint Buddha light. They were destroyed by the flying sword during the battle with Ye Feng in the alien space.
The minds of the two fought a fierce battle in the alien space, but in the real world, they were only stunned for a moment, and the last two or three minutes passed.
The crowd watching was talking about it, not understanding why the two men were standing there with their eyes closed and not taking any action.
Taoist Chongxu was a little anxious: "Why haven't you started fighting yet? I'm still waiting in line."
Zen Master Zhikong said, "Amitabha, Master Uncle is getting angry, Taoist Master Chongxu, please don't worry."
For Taoist Chongxu, waiting was more like a torment. He knew that no matter which of the two men he faced on the field, it would be difficult to win. He hoped that the two would fight to the death, with both sides suffering losses, so that he could get the upper hand.
What surprised everyone was that Master Mingyue looked exhausted after opening his eyes. He glanced at Ye Feng, bowed deeply, and a telepathic voice rang in Ye Feng's mind: "Amitabha, this old monk has to go back and continue his retreat. Thank you, Sect Master Ye, for not killing me. If we are destined to meet again, I will definitely thank you."
Ye Feng replied: "Goodbye, Master. Practice well. When we meet again in the future, we will have another battle."
Master Mingyue showed a look of gratitude in his eyes and no longer paid attention to anyone. Just like when he came, he still did not touch the dust on his feet and disappeared on the top of Mount Huashan like flowing clouds and running water.
It comes quickly and goes quickly.
In the eyes of everyone, Master Mingyue was just a weird old monk who came in a hurry and left in a hurry, and just stood on the field with his eyes closed for a few minutes.
Many people wondered if the old monk was sick.
Mr. Mo Da had a look of doubt on his face. He saw clearly that when Master Mingyue opened his eyes again, the spirit in his eyes had faded and was filled with fatigue. When he left, his movements were even a little slow, as if he had just experienced a great battle.
He suddenly woke up, an expression of extreme shock appeared on his face, a sea of consciousness, a battle of thoughts.
What realm is Ye Feng at that he could actually have an unknown battle of thoughts with Master Mingyue. It's a pity that a great battle clearly took place, but I couldn't witness the fight between them.
Du Zhong saw Mr. Mo Da's shocked expression and seemed to be alert.
He didn't understand why Master Mingyue left after staying for a while, but judging from the surprised look on Mr. Mo Da's face, Mr. Mo Da must have discovered something.
He quietly asked Mr. Mo Da: "Mr. Mo Da, why did Master Mingyue leave in a hurry without competing? What did you find?"
Mr. Mo Da smiled bitterly: "They have already fought, an invisible war."
(End of this chapter)