Hidden Blade Chapter 85: Magic
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Fang Ziyu's sword has become perfect in terms of strength and sword intent, and it can be described as full of her ability to pass the secluded realm.
Such a sword is enough to discourage most fellow monks.
The sky full of sword intent wrapped her sword body, and her cyan dress was lifted by the true essence gushing out of her body, and she was worthy of that sentence.
However, the little monk who claimed to be Guanglin Ghost didn't realize it, still standing in place and rebutting Fang Ziyu's words.
So much so that when Jianmang was himself, he was still talking to himself.
Clang.
A soft sound suddenly swayed away at that time.
Fang Ziyu's sword met the golden barrier around the little monk.
Fang Ziyu had seen the power of this barrier. She didn't dare to hold it big, her sword intent rolled around her body, the pylorus in her body opened wide, and the majestic true essence gushed out and blessed on her sword like a tide.
Broken!
A coquettish rebuke like an edict spit out from her mouth.
The golden barrier around the little monk actually showed tiny cracks at that time.
The faces of the people around him were delighted. The strength of this little monk was really terrifying. It was difficult for more than ten direct disciples to break through his barrier, but Fang Ziyu did it.
This is undoubtedly a relief to everyone who had been in love before.
"Huh?" And the little monk naturally realized this at that time, his brow furrowed, and a golden light appeared in his eyes.
The barrier that wrapped his body was made of golden light at that time, covering his body.
Fang Ziyu's expression shook suddenly under the golden light, and then his face turned white, and he was actually forced to retreat for several feet. When he landed, he spouted blood in his mouth, and his expression wilted.
"Senior Sister!" The people around him exclaimed when they saw this, and someone hurried forward to help him up.
The disciples from Xuanhe Peak also arrived at this time, including Qin Keqing, all stepped forward to bring the injured disciples back to the crowd and began to bandage their injuries.
The little monk did not stop him when he saw it.
He shook his head, his eyes full of pity when he looked at everyone. Immediately, he shouted decently: "Amitabha Buddha." Then he took another step and continued to walk towards the top of the mountain.
These disciples have seen the weird side of the little monk, but they dare not stop, they can only retreat with the sword, watching him vigilantly, but no one dared to step forward.
"Brother Xu? What's the matter with you?" Song Yueming looked at the little monk's unbridled, resentful heart. Even if his cultivation level was poor, he wanted to step forward and do something, but Xu Han's situation at this moment is extremely strange. He didn't dare to let Xu Han be here, so he could only ask anxiously.
But at this moment, Xu Han's demon power in his right arm was getting more and more violent. He keenly discovered that as the little monk approached, the demon power in this right arm became more and more violent. He had to use all his energy to suppress this violent demon arm, so he had no time to respond to Song Yueming's words.
At the same time, he couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart.
Where is this little monk sacred, and why is his demon arm drawn by him?
Thinking about this, his still red eyes stared at the little monk who was walking slowly, wanting to see what happened.
"Huh?" The little monk who walked forward seemed to have sensed Xu Han's gaze at that time. He whispered, his gaze turned, and he was about to fall on Xu Han's body.
But at this moment, there was a rush of footsteps in the distance, and the disciples on the mountain road lined up at that time, but saw that the head teacher finally led the elders and deacons of the peaks to rush over.
The little monk noticed the difference between the people who came, so he had to withdraw his gaze and look at the group of big people in Linglong Pavilion who came suddenly.
......
Ning Zhumang has a headache.
He just finished taking care of the mess of Long Congyun, and it hasn't completely stopped there. This is coming out of nowhere-->>, update the latest chapter of Zangfeng as soon as possible!
A little monk actually forced Linglong Pavilion to ring the Xuanlong Bell.
If this matter is spread, I am afraid that it will inevitably be laughed at by the big Zhou rivers and lakes.
Thinking about these moments, he calmed his eyes and looked up and down the initiator of all this, the little monk named Guanglin Gui.
Ning Zhumang's vision far exceeds these ordinary disciples after all.
He looked at the little monk, but he couldn't see his roots, and the disciples around him who were wounded and tearful also explained to a certain extent that the little monk was unusual.
Of course, what is difficult for others to notice is that when Ning Zhumang's gaze swept across the pale Fangziyu, there was a moment of hostility in his eyes, but it was suppressed by him in an instant.
It's just that Ning Zhumang is looking at the little monk, and the little monk is also looking at him.
"I said, you are in charge here?" After taking a look, the little monk withdrew his gaze, curled his lips, and asked like this.
Linglong Pavilion is no longer good today, but it is still the first sect recognized by the Great Zhou. Looking at the world, there is almost never a person who dares to call this master teacher like this.
What is surprising is that the words of the little monk did not make Ning Zhumang feel irritated.
He just stared at the little monk and said, "It's right here. I dare to ask who your Excellency is? What is the person who wounded me? Although my Linglong Pavilion rarely participates in disputes between the rivers and lakes, it is definitely not yours. Those who can bully at will!"
The name Ning Zhumang used as your lord, in his opinion, the little monk in front of him must not be as young as he looks. The year-old monk can defeat more than a dozen direct disciples, including Fang Ziyu, with his own strength, without any damage.
At this age and this kind of cultivation level, if it is really said, the so-called Chen Xuanji or the Mengliang and the like, not to mention genius, is it not even a waste?
Ning Zhumang knows very well that such a monster cannot exist in this world.
So, even if he can't see the foundation of the other party, he can be sure that this little monk is not as young as he looks.
"I didn't beat them, they beat me. As for who I am..." The little monk corrected dissatisfiedly, and then the expression on his face became straight.
"The poor monk's name is Guanglingui, here is to cast down demons and eliminate demons, and save all living beings."
The little monk said like this, the whole body shot out dazzling Buddha's light, his face was silent, bathed in the Buddha's light, there is really such a kind of majestic appearance, the image of the Buddha that saves the world.
Even Ning Zhumang was stunned for a moment, his brow furrowed: "Your Excellency is from the Great Xia Longyin Temple?"
He thought about it secretly in his heart. The living Buddha in Longyin Temple didn't seem to have this figure in front of him, which made the foundation of this little monk more and more puzzled.
"I don't know what Longyin Temple, I only know that there is a big monster here, I want to surrender him, the donor can also make it easier!" The little monk kept silent about this.
"Joke~IndoMTL.com~Where is the monster from my Linglong Pavilion? I think you are clearly the culprit sent by the Longyin Temple. I want cholera in the big Zhou Jianghu!" The heavy moment behind Ning Zhumang The Dao Master Qing Ruxi on the peak took a step and yelled. This is the case for those who practice swordsmanship. They are very grumpy and obviously have no interest in talking nonsense with this little monk here.
"A mortal fetus with naked eyes, how can he know demons and ghosts." The little monk shook his head when he heard the words, and his rather helpless voice was full of pity for everyone.
"I know I am a demon, and I still want to kill demons!" But when he finished speaking, a bright voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.
The little monk's body halted, he turned his head to follow the prestige, only to see the Song Yueming in the crowd shouting with disgust.
"Magic?" The expression on the little monk's face changed slightly. He stared at Song Yueming fiercely, his voice lowered a bit: "I am a Buddha, not a demon."
"You are a demon!" But Song Yueming is a straight-tempered man. He didn't even notice the little monk's abnormality at the moment, and said stubbornly.
"Guanglin ghost, Guanglin ghost, isn't it a demon when written together?"