Choosing to step into the red dust, the true Pilu face that walked out of the temple was free of sorrow and joy, calm and peaceful. e look Faced with the amusement of hearing the sound of Cangyue, he just said loudly: "Please put down the butcher's knife and let go of the people in the world." ” As this voice came out, a big bell formed in the yellow sand around him, and every syllable turned into the sound of this big bell, and with great power it shook on the crimson flying sword that smelled the moon and the sky.
Countless yellow sand rubbed against the sword body, rubbing out countless rose-red sparks.
"Let the world go" The corners of Cangyue's mouth were slightly upturned, he knew that the cultivators of the Praruo Temple could say this, which meant that the Praruo Temple had also given him a very high evaluation, he was a little proud, but his eyes became more resolute, but he asked sarcastically: "Don't be the enemy of this world, what is the meaning of a person like me to be born in this world?"
As he spoke, the red glow on his flying sword burst out, and all the yellow sand and the invisible bell in the air were all shattered, and the space seemed to stand still, and everything was suspended in the air.
In the eyes of ordinary cultivators, the Saint Master Rank cultivators who are given the word "holy" are already unimaginable and incomprehensible existences, and the confrontation between them is even difficult for ordinary cultivators to understand.
It's just that at this moment, everything seems to be condensed and still, so that everyone in the Tang Tibetan team in the rear can see that Zhen Pilu and Wenren Cangyue are temporarily in a stalemate.
However, Wen Ren's iron-like body continued to move forward.
Step by step, he walked towards Zhenpilu, and with each step he took closer, the more powerful his momentum became.
After only three steps, the still space is broken.
All the yellow sand and invisible energy were all rolled upside down and blew on Zhenpilu's body.
In just an instant, Zhenpilu's entire body was covered with yellow sand, turning into a sand man, and even the huge Zen staff in his hand was covered with thick yellow sand, and the yellow sand even seemed to penetrate into it.
Wen Ren Cangyue continued to move forward.
The green shirt on his body has also been pressed straight by the invisible vitality, pressed hard as iron, and the corners of his clothes and the folds of his clothes even look like sharp blades.
In the distance, in the rear, all the people in the Tang Tibetan team completely changed their faces.
In the runes on the body of the red flying sword that smelled the moon, a terrifying streamer that could be seen by the eyes of the Rou eyes had already erupted, and the whole flying sword was no longer at all like a weapon in this world, and at this moment, it was not relying on agility and speed at all, but completely with terrifying power, Dong pierced through everything and stabbed into the heart of Zhen Pilu.
There are also cultivators in this Tang Tibetan team, and some people have seen the flying sword of the holy master, but no one has ever seen or thought that there can be such a holy master in this world, who can concentrate such power into the flying sword, and can make the power of the flying sword so strong.
The vast majority of them have only heard of the power of Wenren Cangyue, and in the hearts of their Tang Tibetan people before, the strongest person in the world is naturally from the Panruo Temple, but now that they see Wenren Cangyue, they know that these inherent thoughts in their minds before are all wrong.
Seeing that Zhenpilu's body and the Zen staff in his hand were all suppressed by countless yellow sands, the flying sword with terrifying power was about to pierce Zhenpilu's heart.
At this moment, the golden Buddha beads from the mouth of Zhenpilu Xiongkou levitated and began to rotate around his body.
There was a muffled "click".
In just an instant, the tip of the sword carried terrifying power, and in an inch of space, I don't know how many times it collided with one of the golden Buddha beads.
The child's fist-sized bead shook violently and weighed heavily on Zhen Pilu's chest.
The thick yellow sand shell on Zhenpilu's body shattered, and pieces fell down.
Each piece of yellow sand that fell off was pressed tighter and harder than ceramic, and even shone with a luster like crystal and gold and iron.
"When" The golden sè Zen staff in Zhenpilu's hand was knocked out, and it struck the flying sword body of Wenren Cangyue with unmistakable accuracy.
Wenren Cangyue's brows trembled slightly, but his body was still like iron, and his steps forward still did not pause at all.
His body seemed to suddenly become hundreds of times heavier, and when he stepped on the ground, his body crossed the distance of more than ten meters again, the sand between him and Zhenpilu throbbed violently, and the power on his flying sword strengthened again.
"Snort" A trail of blood burst out from Zhenpiru's body.
At this moment, in the eyes of everyone in the Tang Tibetan team in the distance, Wen Ren Cangyue's flying sword was cut into the edge of the huge Buddha bead that swirled around Zhen Pilu, and a wound was brought out on Zhen Pilu's left shoulder, but the fact is that at this moment, the battle between the two sides has exceeded the limit of their reaction, just in an instant, the Buddha bead and the sword body have hit each other I don't know how many times, but the final result is that the flying sword was not shocked and forcibly cut in.
Blood flew out, but Zhen Pilu's face was still sad and joyless, and he began to walk forward step by step, towards Wenren Cangyue.
All the yellow sand that was approaching him was swept out by the power that shook him, and a huge yellow sand lotus formed outside his body.
Wen Ren Cangyue's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, his footsteps stopped, from the beginning of walking out of the sand dunes to the present, like General Wen Ren who was carrying thousands of troops and horses, his figure stopped for the first time.
However, his flying sword did not pause in the slightest.
In a duel of his level with Zhenpilu, the time that passed seemed to be stretched, and each breath seemed to become longer than usual.
It's a scene that is unimaginable to anyone who hasn't seen it with their own eyes.
The crimson sè's flying sword completely turned into thousands of streamers piercing Zhen Pilu's body, the blade, the sword body, and even the hilt of the sword and the hard and clumsy Buddha beads and Zen staff kept colliding, and countless golden sè sparks kept clustering outside Zhen Pilu's body, like the lotus stamen in the huge sand lotus.
In an instant, there were countless cuts in the bronze sè Zen robe on Zhenpilu's body, and blood kept oozing from these wounds, making him a bloody man.
However, the god on Zhenpilu's face was still very calm and peaceful, still without sorrow or joy, as if he had incarnated into a stone Buddha, and continued to approach the moon and the moon.
Wenren Cangyue's brows furrowed deeply, he moved, did not move forward, but began to retreat.
For some reason, at this time, it was just that he began to retreat, and all the people in the Tang Tibetan team suddenly boiled with enthusiasm, and all of them had a feeling that they couldn't help but shout.
Hearing this, Cangyue began to retreat, but Zhenpilu still advanced.
Wenren Cangyue's eyes narrowed slightly, and it was only at this time that he discovered that this born cultivator of the Prajna Temple had always retained some strength before, and the other party's advance at this moment was even faster than his retreat.
In just a moment, Jinpiru was already in front of him.
The huge yellow sè sand lotus enveloped him in it.
"Wow" The golden sè staff in his hand struck him on the head.
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At this moment, the golden sè Zen staff in Zhenpilu's hand emitted a thousand feet of Buddha light.
A faint golden Buddha light fills the space between heaven and earth.
All the elders in the Tang Tibetan team in the distance behind them trembled in an instant, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground, because decades ago, when the holy nv of the Prajna Temple was praying for rain, such a light appeared in the quicksand city, and this kind of light, bringing all the Tang Tibetans, is light, is hope, and is not sparing their own efforts and sacrifices.
Wen Ren Cangyue's eyes narrowed even tighter, and even his red mouth was tightly pursed into a red line.
His body was now pressed down, unable to dodge the staff.
But his body was still as calm as iron, and with a low shout, his hands were clamped, just with the momentum of his palms, just like worshipping the Buddha, he actually clamped this staff in his palm.
The pure Buddha light was like a flame, and the skin of his palm instantly made a zizi sound, and the blood in his palm was scorched and fell off, and the blood was blurred.
"Knock" The heaven and earth outside him and Zhen Pilu seemed to have an invisible giant hammer struck, and a circle of sand rose to the sky, as if the two of them were the center, forming a yellow tornado.
Hearing this, Cangyue's face was slightly pale, because the sand under his feet was all shaken into the air, and at this moment he and Zhenpilu were suspended in the air, "sneering" his arms and back were in severe pain, and the clothes on his back were all cracked due to the violent bulging of his muscles.
"The people of the Pranya Temple are so strong that I can't imagine it, but you are still not my opponent."
Wen Ren Cangyue's blurred hands were still holding the Zen staff that emitted the light of the Buddha, the look on his face was still very resolute and indifferent, and the cold voice came out of his mouth clearly.
"You can kill me, I can hurt you so much that you can't get out of Biluoling."
Zhen Pilu looked at Wenren Cangyue and said this sentence directly and simply.
Hearing this, Cangyue sank for a moment.
In this kind of battle situation, in this stalemate, he was really able to sink y, really sink y, and then he made a decision.
He let go, and his flying sword was no longer entangled with the beads of Zhenpilu, and flew into his hand.
A puff of yellow sand exploded from under him, and his whole person fell backwards, sinking into the yellow sand, and then his whole person turned in the air, spraying all the power out of his feet, and his body was like a meteorite, popping out again and again, leaving.
Jinpiru did not pursue.
The great battle between him and the incarnate practitioner of Pranya Temple ended with his real retreat.
The injuries he suffered were much smaller than those of Zhenpilu, but he couldn't kill Zhenpilu, he couldn't kill Gu Xinyin, and although the injuries he suffered at the moment were much smaller than those of Zhenpilu, they were enough to have a certain degree of impact on his strength, which could have a lot of unknowable effects on some things in the future.
So this battle, although it was still very interesting and interesting for him, he lost.
He calculated that there were countless possibilities, originally even if there was no Gu Xinyin in this team, it could not be regarded as his defeat, he would still have many next means, but he did not expect that such a powerful cultivator from the Prajna Temple would appear, allowing him to suffer an irreparable injury for a while.
Even if the figure when he left at this moment was as strong as a mountain, even if he was not discouraged in the slightest, but the battle between him and the world was a little ominous at the beginning, so although he was so strong that he still found this battle interesting and interesting at this time, but at the same time his heart was slightly cold
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