Stunning beauty

dark night.

The bonfire danced, reflecting the nine-day cold moon.

Under the moon, the sound of battle is loud, and the sword light is dazzling.

In the golden Buddha's field, the figures of the two kept interlacing, and the battle became more and more fierce.

The seemingly unchanged battle is subtly changing.

"Buddha is using Confucianism to perfect his own domain power!" Outside the battle, Faru opened his eyes and said in shock.

In the current situation, Fozi can obviously end the battle quickly, but it has been delayed until now, obviously with other purposes.

"During the battle, honing yourself is the best way to improve your strength."

On the side, Kong Qiu responded calmly, "This battle will also determine whether Confucianism can realize its potential and truly reach the level of his senior brother and Sanzang."

Fa Ru heard the words of the head of Confucianism, looked forward, clenched his hands, his eyes were full of worry.

As a teacher, how can you not hope that your disciples can surpass yourself? Teachers, teachers and fathers, after all, want to hope that their children will become dragons.

Under the staring eyes of the two, in the front of the battle, swords clashed, Fo Yuan and Haoran's righteousness charged at each other, and each of them retreated three steps.

"Awe-inspiring chapter, three points Lingxu!"

When the battle was at its peak, Wen Xiuru calmed down, and the situation on the sword changed, the arrogance rolled, and the momentum was soaring.

Then, with a sword cut down, Haoran broke the Dharma.

Visible to the naked eye, Haoran's sword cut through the Buddha's domain, and the sword energy instantly reached Sanzang.

"Amitabha."

As the sword energy approached him, Sanzang's expression could not see the waves, he put his palms together, his body was full of golden light, and the bright mirror manifested, blocking the Haoran sword with a bang.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Wen Xiuru narrowed his eyes slightly.

Not quite right.

It seemed that no matter how high his attack was, Sanzang would be able to defuse it properly.

In this area, there are problems.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiuru closed his eyes, let go of his spiritual sense, and felt the power of the domain with his heart eyes.

"Xiuru seems to have noticed something abnormal!"

Outside the battle situation, Faru saw the reaction of his disciples, his expression calmed down, and he said.

"not bad."

On the side, Kong Qiu replied in a calm tone, "Now, it depends on how far you can practice Confucianism."

While the two were talking, in the battle ahead, Wen Xiuru closed his eyes and felt the domain with his heart eyes, his expression was immediately moved.

Under the cover of the Buddha's domain, the monstrous demonic aura is surging, endless and shocking.

The next moment, Wen Xiuru opened his eyes, and in front of Hengjian, he crossed the sword with three fingers, soaring into the sky.

"Awe-inspiring Chapter, Yun'ao Breaks the God Ruins!"

In the chapter of grandeur, Yun'ao's move first appeared, and in an instant, the majestic and endless righteousness gathered, rushing out of the realm of Buddha, Yun'ao transformed into a shape, and immediately swooped down.

But hearing an earth-shattering collision, Yun Ao broke through the Buddha's domain, and suddenly, the golden light shattered, and the real Buddha's domain appeared in response.

At night, the monstrous black demonic aura surged, covering the sky and the sun. In the demonic aura, a ferocious image of a demon Buddha manifested. The terrifying aura made people shudder.

"It turns out that this is the domain of the Buddha."

During the battle, Wen Xiuru looked at the changes in the scene around him and said.

"Amitabha."

In front of the image of the monster Buddha, Sanzang, who was full of monsters, recited the Buddha's name softly, and replied, "Since Brother Wen has seen through the tricks of the little monk, then the little monk will not hide it."

As soon as the words fell, Sanzang swung the Buddha beads in his hand, and the endless evil energy turned into huge skulls and rushed forward.

Seeing this, Wen Xiuru did not retreat but advanced, and rushed forward with his sword.

Unexpectedly.

At this moment, under the feet of the two of them, a black air current shot up into the sky, trapping the body of the Confucianist.

"This is?"

Wen Xiuru paused, looking down at the black hands that were dragging into his ankles, his expression sank.

After a moment of stagnation, Sanzang's figure had arrived in front of him, and he slapped out with a palm, the power of the palm was astounding.

In a critical moment, Wen Xiuru held his sword in front of him, trying to block the former's palm strength.

With the impact of the palm, Wen Xiuru flew out, three feet away, staggered to the ground, and blood dripped silently from the corner of his mouth.

"not good."

Outside the battle, Faru saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.

Confucianism is about to lose.

On the side, Kong Qiu's eyes also became serious.

Now is the critical moment for Confucianism to break through itself.

The power of the domain is indeed very powerful, but it is not superior to other powers.

The key lies in the degree of control over power.

At night, amidst the black demonic aura that filled the sky, Sanzang's aura became stronger and stronger. Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of palms appeared under the two people's feet, like black waves, constantly swaying, as if they were going to drag them into hell .

"Demon God Art!"

Seeing that the situation was dominant, Sanzang didn't hesitate, he grasped the power of Concentrating Yao Yuan and reappearing.

"Six desires fill the heavens!"

The secret formula of the monster clan appeared, Sanzang's figure disappeared in the demon Buddha domain, and the black air flow surged out, one after another, rushing towards the opponent in front.

After one breath, in the battle situation, streaks of black breath approached him, and then passed through Wenxiuru's body.

Then, Sanzang's figure appeared out of thin air, and he slapped his chest with a palm.

"I lost."

Outside the battle situation, Faru sighed softly when he saw this result, and said.

"Do not."

On the side, Kong Qiu said solemnly, "Not yet."

Before the head of Confucianism could finish his words, I saw that in the middle of the battle, at the moment when Sanzang slammed his palm, Wenxiuru stepped back half a step, and below him, Taiji Yinyang fish appeared, and the cold ice qi merged with the monster qi that had entered his body before. The power of cold and the power of awe-inspiring masters have reached a true balance.

"Tai Chi strength, return to the original!"

Close at hand, the power of Tai Chi turned, and immediately, he counterattacked with a palm, as if opening the sky.

Sanzang's expression sank slightly, and in front of him, the evil spirit gathered sharply, turning into a black mirror, blocking the front.

"boom!"

With the power of one palm, the force was stepped on layer by layer, and cracks appeared in the black mirror in an instant, and shattered in a blink of an eye.

Then, a palm fell, and Sanzang slid out a few steps, and after seven steps, he exerted force on his feet to stop the retreat.

In front, Wen Xiuru stood there, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't make another move.

A counterattack, although amazing, was exhausting and could not change the outcome of the battle.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang restrained his demonic aura, and the domain of demons and Buddhas quickly disappeared. He looked at the person in front of him, and asked with concern, "Brother Wen, how are you?"

"No problem."

Wen Xiuru reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and replied, "Buddha, you are indeed worthy of being one of the four great talents in the world. I lost this battle."

"The little monk is just taking advantage of the regeneration power of the monster race."

Sanzang stepped forward and said seriously, "In terms of real strength, I might not be much better than brother Wen."

"The head of Confucianism."

Outside the battle, Faru said in a concentrated voice, "Xiuru's last palm seems to have turned the demonic power of the Buddha into his own use."

"There is no contest on the road."

Kong Qiu replied calmly, "The young people of this generation are really powerful, and the same goes for Confucianism."

With these children around, the catastrophe of winter may not be unbreakable.

The seeds planted by that little guy are already blooming quietly.