Taiping Inn

In Ping'an County, in the Long family mansion, it was pouring rain.

Long Xiaoyun used the momentum of "grabbing the tail of a peacock" to catch the back of the "blood-sworn" knife with his right hand, and let the sharp aura on the blade be useless.

His left hand was behind his back, and he had no intention of attacking.

This was not because Long Xiaoyun was conceited, but because his vision was too high. He had been studying in the Jingchan Sect since he was a child. Although he was called a lay disciple, he was favored by the head of the Arhat Hall and was carefully taught all his life's learning. He was no less than the direct disciple of the Jingchan Sect. There are twelve sects of the righteous way, four major sects, and two major ancestral temples. The Jingchan Sect is one of the four major sects and one of the two major ancestral temples. It has been standing in the world for thousands of years, and its status is already the best in the world. As a disciple from the Jingchan Sect, how could Long Xiaoyun take a disciple of the "blood knife" seriously?

Over the years, Long Xiaoyun has spent most of his time in seclusion. Occasionally, when he was too quiet to think about action, he would go out to visit friends and sharpen his martial arts skills with them. Especially in the past ten years, his realm has risen greatly. The key is that he gradually suppressed his unruly mind. Although he did not understand Zen, he was able to fit the word "quiet" in the Jing Zen Sect. His Buddhist skills have become more and more harmonious. If he is given another ten years, he may not be unable to reach the state of small perfection. By then, let alone a mere "Blood Blade" disciple, even if "Blood Blade" Ning Yi comes in person, he will have the confidence to fight.

Long Xiaoyun calmly loosened his palm and let the young swordsman draw his sword and retreat. He even had the leisure to look up at the thousands of raindrops falling from his head, thinking back to the amazing sword he saw that year, which could make the entire rain curtain flow back to the sky. The sword of the young swordsman in front of him was indeed a little bit good, but compared with that sword, it was inevitably dwarfed and nothing special.

It is true that there are pearls and jade in front, and rubble behind. Once you have seen the sea, you will never see the water again. Except for Wushan, you will never see the clouds.

Sun Hu took a deep breath and ran forward again with his sword.

The rain in the sky tilted as he moved forward, and then countless raindrops were pulled and engulfed by the frenzied energy around him, slowly rotating around him, and finally gathered into a huge horizontal tornado, rushing straight towards Long Xiaoyun.

Long Xiaoyun's clothes rustled in the wind, and he said calmly: "It's okay to use external forces to scare people below the Xiantian realm, but it's a fool's dream to want to hurt me."

Before he finished speaking, Long Xiaoyun had already stretched out his right hand with five fingers stretched out. If this horizontal tornado is a water dragon, then Long Xiaoyun's palm just pressed on the forehead of the water dragon, and the sea of ​​qi in his body was steaming like a big lake, and countless energy gathered on his right palm, making this mighty tornado unable to move forward at all.

Why did someone propose to classify the Xiantian realm into the three realms of perfection when dividing the three realms? It is because the Xiantian realm has the ability to resonate with the heaven and earth. Although it cannot be compared with the Tianren realm of unity of heaven and man, nor can it be compared with the Guizhen realm of moving the ten thousand celestial phenomena, it also has its own aura. In the eyes of those who have never set foot in the Xiantian realm, it is almost irresistible.

If Sun Hu used this knife on Li Xuandu, Li Xuandu, who was only in the Xuanyuan realm at this time, would not be afraid, but he would inevitably be embarrassed. However, in the eyes of Long Xiaoyun, who had already set foot on the top of the Xiantian realm many years ago, it was just a joke.

The three dantians in Long Xiaoyun's body exerted their strength together, circulating twelve cycles in an instant, and the power in his palms was swallowed and spit out, shattering this "water dragon" into countless tiny water mists.

Behind the water mist, a black shadow came in an instant, breaking through the layers of fog that blocked the eyes with a knife, and slashed Long Xiaoyun's face.

Long Xiaoyun narrowed his eyes slightly, a little surprised. It turned out that the previous tornado was just a trick, and the real killer move was a knife hidden behind it. No wonder this young man had the courage to provoke him. He had some skills.

Although this knife was strange, it did not make Long Xiaoyun unprepared. He changed his palm into a claw and held the blade with five fingers. However, this time his palm was not unscathed. The blood on the blade cut a thin red line and blood oozes out.

Long Xiaoyun's face showed a slight color, and his right hand changed from a claw to a fist, and went straight to Sun Hu's chest. He let the knife, which was already at the end of its strength, fall, and he wanted to smash the chest of this ignorant young swordsman with a punch.

Sun Hu, who held the knife with both hands, had expected it. His body turned around, and the whole person was like a spinning top. Suddenly, countless knife auras were scattered and shot out. The knife light was like the wind, but it made Long Xiaoyun's punch unable to land.

This exchange of attack and defense took only a moment.

After a moment, Sun Hu's figure was like a long rainbow, approaching within three feet of Long Xiaoyun, and a knife fell.

Long Xiaoyun snorted coldly, and finally paid some attention. He finally extended his left hand that had been behind his back.

Long Xiaoyun put out both hands, with his left hand as the "Prajna Palm" and his right hand as the "Vajra Fist", attacking with fists and defending with palms. He held the blade with one palm. This time, he no longer directly touched the blood on the blade with his palm, but used his Qi to separate it, and at the same time punched Sun Hu's forehead.

Although Sun Hu tried his best to avoid the punch by tilting his head at the critical moment, the "Blood Oath" in his hand was firmly absorbed in the palm of Long Xiaoyun's palm with his majestic Qi. Unless he gave up the knife now, there was no way he could withdraw.

At the moment when he hesitated, Long Xiaoyun, whose punch missed, swept him away with his arm, and the whole person crashed into the wall, rocks flew, smoke and dust rose.

Long Xiaoyun strode forward, ready to punch the young swordsman who offended the Long family to death.

At this moment, a sword came in an instant and collided with Long Xiaoyun's fist, making a crisp sound of metal and stone.

Long Xiaoyun suddenly looked back and saw a three-foot long sword with sword spears flying freely in the rain, cutting out water lines. A middle-aged woman held a sword sheath in her arms, and she was from the other side of the street. One end is slowly moving towards this side.

Long Xiaoyun's face became solemn, "Is the master finally going to show up?"

The woman holding the sword stopped when she was more than ten feet away from Long Xiaoyun, and the long sword returned to the sheath on its own. She stood in the rain without being wet.

Long Xiaoyun looked at the woman and slowly asked, "Pennial Female Sect?"

The middle-aged woman nodded and said with a pity, "Qinghui Ji."

Long Xiaoyun was stunned and asked again, "Are you a palace official?"

"That's right." The woman nodded, and then leaned forward slightly. Before she finished speaking, the sword she held in her arms was unsheathed again, and a sword rushed towards Long Xiaoyun.

The speed of this sword is even more rapid than that of Sun Hu before. Even Long Xiaoyun could not dodge within such a close distance, and could only be stabbed in the chest with a sword.

But beyond everyone's expectations, this sword was like hitting a stone, and it was not as bloody as imagined.

Li Xuandu and Hu Liang, who had just arrived here in the rain, saw this scene. After looking at each other, they realized that Long Xiaoyun had probably cultivated into the "Vajra Body".

The martial artist's body can nourish the muscles and bones, temper the skin and flesh, and then supplement it with the pure energy in the body, which can fill the muscles and bones, blood and flesh, so that the sword can be used without invasion. But is this the case in Buddhism? It is to temper one's body through pure energy, making the body as strong as the weapon and armor itself. To give an inappropriate example, it is to directly refine one's body into a solid magic treasure. Therefore, after many eminent monks passed away, their bodies were the same as before, and they were immortal for thousands of years. On the other hand, no matter how strong the body is during his lifetime, after his death, his energy dissipates and his blood and energy are exhausted. He is eventually a piece of white bones, which cannot be compared with the Buddhist golden body.

Most Buddhist disciples build golden bodies from the horizontal practice of external kung fu. The most basic "iron craftsmanship" is the first, followed by "Golden Bell Taibao Gong", and then the "Bronze Man Body". Then it is the "Milk Cleansing and Easing the Muscles and Muscles" and finally the "Vajra Body".

Above the "Vajra Body", there is also the "Vajra Indestructible Body", which is the "Vajra Dharma Body". Those who have attained this body are also called golden body arhats, and are known as the most supreme body in the world.

Long Xiaoyun has already cultivated into the "Vajra Body", so he is not afraid of just a sword. If you want to break the "Vajra Body", you cannot break it with force, but you must defeat it with cleverness. The reason why Sun Hu could cut a thread of wound on Long Xiaoyun's palm was because "bloody" was once a "blood knife". "Ning Yi's early years, he killed countless people and drank countless blood. The blade contains a strong bloody aura, and the filthy golden body can break through the line. Although Qinghuiji's long sword is also extraordinary, it does not have such effect, so it naturally cannot break the "Vajra Body".

Qinghui Ji took back the sword without much surprise and said calmly: "You have indeed entered the realm of Returning to the Truth."