I'm the best catcher in martial arts

"call!"

Jiumozhi slashed at Abbot Benyin with his palm.

He has been fond of martial arts since he was a child, and has practiced many secret secret techniques of Dalun Temple. He also met Murong Bo by chance. After several days of sparring, they were gifted dozens of Shaolin stunts.

Firstly, Murong Bo wanted to see how many unique skills Jiumozhi could achieve with his talent, and secondly, he wanted to use this as a bait to let Jiumozhi deal with Shaolin.

If this can be accomplished, a war between Central Plains Buddhism and Tantric Buddhism will inevitably cause countless chaos.

Only when there is confusion can we fish in troubled waters.

In the first half, his calculation was correct. Jiumozhi was indeed greedy for Shaolin's special skills and wanted to learn all seventy-two special skills, and even the five great Shaolin magic skills.

In the second half, his calculations were wrong, and the expected chaos was crushed by Shen Lian before it came.

Fortunately, he died early. If he had lived until now and had a quarrel with Shen Lian, he would have been angry to death.

Do you want chaos and profit from it?

During the three hundred years of chaos during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, what was the Murong family doing? He was almost wiped out by Liu Yu!

During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the princes came together. Was this period of chaos enough? Do you dare to compete with Li Shimin?

During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, the Anshi Rebellion lasted for eight years. What did you do?

During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, geniuses flourished, and countless heroes showed their prowess. What was Murong of Gusu doing?

Having failed to seize so many opportunities, but thinking about using Jianghu to influence the court, this is really...

The dead are great!

Save some face for Mr. Murong!

Jiumozhi came to Tianlong Temple this time because of Murong Bo's instigation in the past, but he did not expect that Tianlong Temple's martial arts foundation was so advanced.

Jiumozhi and Sang Jie could resist the Tiangang formation of thirty-six people, but the positive and negative six-meridian divine sword formation composed of seventy-two people made them feel the crisis.

Jiumozhi likes to have a false reputation. The more respectful his language and manner are, the more arrogant he appears.

It's just that he has a majestic appearance and a majestic appearance. If ordinary people do things that would appear to be hypocritical, Jiumozhi does it completely naturally and without any hint of hypocrisy.

Jiumozhi usually competes with others, showing off his extensive knowledge and using fancy tricks.

Nowadays, the senior monks of Bidou Tianlong Temple are feeling the all-pervasive sword energy, and they only feel that the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. How can they dare to be even half arrogant?

At this critical moment, Jiumozhi could only resist the sword energy with the flaming sword he had practiced for decades, and used his strong inner strength to attack and slash wildly, without any regard for his body's vitals.

Jiumozhi attacked wildly, and Sangjie defended with all his strength.

Sang Jie bent his hands towards the palms of his hands, intertwined the joints of his two fingers, raised his index finger, and connected his fingertips. This was the nine-character mantra - the Immortal King's Seal!

Steady as a mountain, motionless as a mountain!

The two of them attack and defend with a tacit understanding. Even if they are blood brothers, they are probably nothing more than this.

Even so, he is still at a disadvantage.

In the Six Meridians Divine Sword Formation, the old monk at the core used the Six Meridians Divine Sword and invisible sword energy, while the other monks held long swords and performed sword techniques.

Jiumozhi made a series of brilliant moves and broke sixteen swords with his powerful skills, but he still couldn't escape.

What you see with your eyes, hear with your ears, and feel with your spiritual senses are all sharp and bone-piercing sword energy. Originally, there were only six millstones to kill it, but now there are twelve millstones.

This is because the abbot was talking about the number of Earthly Evils, but he was definitely not using the Earthly Evil Formation, but positive and negative Tiangang.

With the sword in his hand and his single step, he combined the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams into one body. With the power of Qimen Dunjia, he released all the strength and integrated the power of everyone into one.

Attacking every moment, defending every moment, the attack is overwhelming and invincible, and the code is like a vast ocean, swallowing up external forces.

Although the martial arts foundation of Jiumozhi and Sang Jie was better than that of the old monk, if they fought alone, they would surely win quickly. However, faced with the siege of formations and the roaring sword energy, they were beaten back continuously.

With the formation completely completed, the two of them were like falcons caught in a dragnet. Even though they had the ability to soar into the sky, they could not use it at all.

However, with the strong foundation of the two of them, the monks of Tianlong Temple still need to put in a lot of effort if they want to win.

There is no enmity between the two parties, so why bother?

So what if Tenryuji Temple wins?

Losing the face of Jiumozhi and Sangjie will ultimately be detrimental to Dali. Being competitive and competitive is not the behavior of a wise man.

Master Kurong snorted, and the monks of Tianlong Temple immediately stopped their hands and exposed the gap. Jiumozhi and Sangjie took the opportunity to escape and looked at the monks in shock.

"Amitabha, the martial arts skills of the two masters are unfathomable, and the tantric mudra is unparalleled in the world. I have lived in a borderland for a long time. It is really a blessing to see this magical power."

Abbot Benyin complimented him very politely.

Jiumozhi and Sangjie were very familiar with this kind of flattery. Although they were reluctant, they didn't say that they wanted to experience the Six Meridians Divine Sword, not the Six Meridians Sword Formation.

"Amitabha, the young monk has already understood the power of the Six Meridian Divine Sword. The foundation of Tianlong Temple is not inferior to that of Shaolin Temple and Huangjue Temple in the Central Plains."

There is no need to elaborate on Shaolin’s status in the martial arts world. It is an absolute mountain with unfathomable heritage. There are nearly three figures of old monks in the temple who are in their 70s or 80s.

Not only are there many old monks, but there are also combined attack formations such as the Arhat Qimen Five-Turn Formation, the Bodhidharma Sword Formation, the Eighteen Arhat Formation, the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Formation, the Five Hundred Arhat Formation, the One Thousand and Eight Novice Formation, and the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation. .

In terms of pure sect heritage, Shaolin can be said to be the crown of sects in the world, far beyond the comparison of Tianlong Temple.

Huangjue Temple was the residence of Zhu Yuanzhang in the past. After Zhu Yuanzhang became emperor, he rebuilt Huangjue Temple, collected many secret Buddhist scriptures, and cultivated masters loyal to the royal family.

Theoretically speaking, Huangjue Temple is not a temple devoted to Buddhism, but a temple dedicated to martial arts during the Ming Dynasty.

The masters of Huangjue Temple use Ming and Xuan as their seniority, and the eminent monks of Tianlong Temple's original generation as comparisons. There are about twenty or so, and the abbot has already become a bodhisattva.

Guo Bujing once said that if two people fight to the death with all their strength, they will most likely die together. If it is a competition, he only has a 20% chance of winning at most.

Jiumozhi mentioned the two major temples of Shaolin and Huangjue, not as a sarcastic comment, but as a great compliment.

Sang Jie sighed: "Amitabha, the power of Dali Tianlong Temple really opened the eyes of this poor monk!"

Just as the two sides were being polite to each other, someone quietly sneaked into the secret pavilion in the back mountain of Tianlong Temple.

Tianlong Temple is located in the middle of Cangshan Mountain. Cangshan Mountain has nineteen main peaks, from north to south:

Yunnong Peak, Canglang Peak, Wutai Peak, Lotus Peak, Baiyun Peak, Heyun Peak, Sanyang Peak, Lan Peak, Snowman Peak, Yingle Peak, Guanyin Peak, Zhonghe Peak, Longquan Peak, Yuju Peak, Malong Peak, Shengying Peak, Foding Peak, Malong Peak and Xieyang Peak.

Between every two peaks, there is a stream rushing down and flowing into the Erhai Lake. In order, they are:

Xiayi, Wanhua, Yangxi, Mangyong, Jinxi, Lingquan, Baishi, Shuangyuan, Yinxian;

Meixi, Taoxi, Zhongxi, Luyu, Longxi, Qingbi, Mocan, Tingming, Yangnan.

The main hall of Tianlong Temple is located on Yingle Peak, the middle peak, and the Secret Pavilion of Back Mountain is located between Yinxian River and Meixi River. There are also some branches scattered in other beautiful places.

These branches are not specially arranged. They are all built randomly and in accordance with the trend. There is no special connection with each other, and there is no mechanism formation.

Most of the things that disciples in the branch usually do are sweeping the floor, collecting firewood, cooking, washing clothes, chanting sutras, and ringing bells.

When the stranger sneaked into the secret pavilion, no one paid attention to him. His movements were so graceful that even Bai Zhantang would be amazed by it.

The light skill is as strong as that of Chu Liuxiang. He can fly fourteen to five feet before landing. This person can actually fly across the void.

Flying down from the mountain wall, he was like a god flying in the clouds and riding the mist. He spanned a distance of hundreds of feet without even landing on the ground. It was really a god-like method.

The stranger quickly entered the secret pavilion, expecting that there would be many eminent monks guarding it, such as the three rumored princes who were over a hundred years old. He was ready to take action.

Unexpectedly, after entering the secret pavilion, there was only an old monk with his back turned to him. Behind the old monk was a wide sword stand with swords placed on it.

The sword is more than four feet long and the blade is about four inches wide. It is wider and wider than the horse-cutting sword used to charge into battle.

From a distance, this sword seems nothing new, but the closer you get, the more demonic you can feel it. In a trance, it seems like there is a vast ocean of blood, crushing it with force.

The strange man had the idea of ​​holding a sword in his mind.

He couldn't wait to hold this sword, and then kill without mercy until there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"snort!"

The weirdo snorted coldly, and his boiling blood returned to calm. He was arrogant and ambitious, how could he succumb to the sword? Isn't that a joke!

If you can't conquer even with a sword, you'd better go back and hold your child!

The stranger bowed his hands to the old monk and said, "Junior Li Chenzhou, I have met my senior. May I ask which senior of the Duan family he is? Is he a monk or an emperor now?"

The old monk said calmly: "Whether you are an emperor or a monk, they are all sentient beings. Is your purpose in setting up such a big battle just the Wrath of Heaven Sword?"

Li Chenzhou said sternly: "Senior, I respect your age, please respect me too, at least let me know how I should call you."

"The poor monk's generation is the generation with the character Si. The monk's dharma name is Si Kong. When you came in, the junior brother who was basking in the sun at the door had the dharma names Si Neng and Si Jing."

"It is rumored that there are three senior princes in Dali Tianlong Temple. Are they the three of you?"

"Monks don't lie, that's right!"

Li Chenzhou slowly clenched his fists: "If I want to take away the Wrath of Heaven Sword, will you stop me?"

"Since the benefactor found it here, it means that the sword and the benefactor are destined. How can a poor monk not see through the predestined law for many years of practicing Buddhism? How can he care about things outside his body?"

Master Sikong still had his back to Li Chenzhou, and his voice was calm, as if what Li Chenzhou wanted to take away was a clay puppet, not a peerless magic sword.

Li Chenzhou did not take away the Sky Wrath Sword. His purpose was not only the Sky Wrath Sword, but also a secret.

"What if I want to take away the Phantom Sound Box?"

"The poor monk said the same thing. Since the donor can find it here, it means he is destined to the treasure."

"What if I want to take away the notes left by Ji Ru, the last leader of the Yin Yang family in the pre-Qin period?"

"The poor monk still says the same thing!"

Master Sikong was very easy to talk to. No matter what Li Chenzhou wanted to take away, he didn't care. He didn't even turn around to look at Li Chenzhou.

If Jiumozhi saw this scene, he would be so angry that he would cry. I wanted to see the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but seventy-two people formed a formation and besieged him. Li Chenzhou wanted to take away the more precious treasure, but he could take it at will. !

Li Chenzhou slowly released his clenched fists.

He is not a person who likes to use his brain. Instead of using his brain to calculate others, he prefers to shake his fist.

Originally, he thought that he would encounter a fierce battle here, and even besieged by three old monks who were more than a hundred years old, and eventually break half of the mountain.

I never expected that people would take whatever I asked for.

Li Chenzhou even felt that unless he wanted the old monk's life, he would never resist.

What the hell is going on?

Didn't Lao Wu say that he would encounter such a scene?

Should I fight or leave?

Li Chenzhou has been silent for many years. Although he wants to punch hard, he is not a fool. He knows when to punch and when to stop.

"In that case, hand over the things!"

"Does the donor want to take away the treasure for free?"

"You want to fight me?"

"Don't dare, don't dare. The poor monk just said that the Heaven's Wrath Sword and other treasures are all destined to the donor!"

Master Sikong repeated what he just said, but this time he emphasized the word "donor".

What is a donor?

That must be a "charity"!

What kind of donor is he who doesn’t give away money for sesame oil?

As the Emperor of Dali, Master Sikong naturally looks down on ordinary items. Ordinary treasures cannot match the value of these items. What should he give?

Li Chenzhou suddenly remembered that before setting off, Liu Suifeng had told him not to do anything if he could make a deal. The content of the deal had already been written down.

Li Chenzhou reached into his arms, took out the kit, looked at the content on it, gritted his teeth, and read out the conditions directly. With his character, he didn't bother to bargain, and just showed his full sincerity.

"Master Sikong, we recently built two salt wells and discovered a hidden copper mine. Let's trade three for three. What do you think, Master?"

"Amitabha, thank you so much, donor!"

"I don't know if I can get any benefits from the things I took away. The treasures you took can immediately improve the people's livelihood in Dali. You owe me a favor."

"How does Donor Li plan to end this?"

"I'm going to use this favor now. You guys help me protect the law and cover up the power of the Wrath of Heaven Sword!"

"Can!"

While speaking, three hundred-year-old monks, Si Kong, Si Neng, and Si Jing, sat upright in the three positions.

Li Chenzhou grasped the Heavenly Wrath Sword, pouring domineering and boundless energy into it. The sword body, which was originally slightly ancient and vicissitudes of life, suddenly became sword energy soaring into the sky.

Kill the gods, kill the immortals, kill the demons, kill the demons, kill the ghosts, kill the monsters, kill the Buddha, kill the Tao, kill the Confucians, kill the ink, kill the magic, kill the evil, kill the thieves, kill the thieves...

kill!

kill!

kill!

There is nothing in the world that cannot be killed!

There is nothing in the world that cannot be killed!

Nothing in the world is unbreakable!

The sword light illuminated the entire secret pavilion, but in less than a second, it all converged back to the sword body.

Li Chenzhou said proudly: "You are just a weapon in my hand, only I can control you, you are not qualified to control me, you can only be used by me!

I am determined to rule the world! "

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