Chapter 486 Countermeasures
“Is today’s chaos because of him?”
Li Jingzhe looked at Hui Jue in the sky and asked in a low voice.
His fighting spirit at this time has reached the extreme. The long sword has been unsheathed without knowing when, and his whole body is wrapped with strong sword intent.
Yuanzhen carried Fu Qingzhou on his back and sighed: "It is...Uncle Huijue who is trying to compete for Donor Fu."
"No matter what he wants to do."
Li Jingzhe said lightly: "Based on what he just did, Mingjiange cannot just sit idly by... Master Yuanzhen, just step back."
As he spoke, he held the knife and slowly walked forward.
At this time, Huijue in the sky was also coming toward everyone step by step.
There was a sound of wailing and cursing in the Jinchan Temple. The corpses of the bloody monks who had just died in the explosion were spread all over the Jinchan Temple. The monks who were still alive looked up at the demon monk and the demon monk in the sky. They once had great reverence for the lecturer. Some cried, some bowed their heads and chanted, and some cursed.
But Huijue no longer cares.
With every step he took, he stepped on the void. Bloody lotuses sprouted under his feet, and a bloody wind blew faintly around him.
The strong wind rushed towards Li Jingzhe and others, causing their faces to hurt.
"Master Li."
Yuanzhen whispered: "You... are no match for him."
"I can save it."
Li Jingzhe said lightly: "Everyone in Mingjian Pavilion should first send a letter to inform the pavilion and send people to support, and then form a Xuanling Formation to help this officer temporarily increase his strength!"
"Yes!" The secret envoys of the Mingjian Pavilion responded in unison and quickly dispersed - even the magicians from Pai Shulou also quickly dispersed. A group of people each found their position and formed a strange formation. The formation surrounded Li Jingzhe in the center.
There are more than thirty of them. Just this number of Mingjiange secret envoys thrown into the rivers and lakes is enough to make any force retreat!
At this time, they formed a formation, but... they wanted to send all their power to Li Jingzhe temporarily.
Yuan Zhen's eyes narrowed, and after giving a slight salute to Li Jingzhe, he quickly backed away with Fu Qingzhou on his back.
As the formations of the people in Mingjian Pavilion were formed, a strange fluctuation began to fill the surrounding air. This fluctuation brought forth bursts of spiritual white mist, which gathered from all directions. As if being attracted, they rushed into the center of the formation crazily.
Li Jingzhe stood in the center of the formation, his eyes closed tightly. As the white mist of spiritual void continued to gather, his aura was also rising steadily, like an unsheathed mad sword, gradually revealed Its edge.
At the same time, Huijue in the sky also felt this unusual aura.
He stopped and looked coldly at Li Jingzhe below, with a trace of solemnity flashing in his eyes.
He could feel that this opponent, who he thought was not something to be afraid of, was now emitting an aura that made him feel palpitated.
"Mingjian Pavilion..."
He murmured: "Apart from Ning Baimei, there are people like you... Mr. Li, it's a pity that this boring little formation... ...You can't stop the poor monk."
Li Jingzhe didn't pay attention at all.
Finally, when the last ray of spiritual white mist was sucked into Li Jingzhe's body, he suddenly opened his eyes!
At this moment, his eyes became as sharp as a knife, as if he could pierce through all illusions, and the long knife in his hand began to emit a faint light, as if he was connected with his master and longed for a battle.
"Monk Huijue!" Li Jingzhe pointed his sword at the sky and his voice was loud: "You committed a bloody murder in the Buddhist temple in the capital. Mingjian Pavilion has no place for you!"
After saying that, his body flashed and turned into a ray of sword light and rushed towards Huijue. Huijue did not show any weakness. He smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, chanted the mantra, and turned into a ray of blood to meet him. .
The two met in the air, and there was an earth-shattering roar.
Li Jingzhe’s sword skills are mysterious and unpredictable, and each sword swing carries endless sword intent and spiritual energy fluctuations; Hui Jue’s skills are also weird and extraordinary, with blood light and Buddha light intertwined to form a A unique power.
Their battle was like two torrents meeting in the air. Each collision caused huge energy fluctuations. The surrounding air seemed to be torn apart by this force, forming terrifying storms. The buildings in Jinchan Temple were destroyed by them. It was crumbling in the aftermath of the battle, as if it would collapse at any time.
"Poof!"
After several collisions, the people in Mingjiang Pavilion formed below fell to the ground one after another, spurting blood, and their expressions quickly faded.
Yuanzhen was surprised: "Dear donors..."
"No, it doesn't matter..."
A fallen emissary reluctantly said: "The Xuanling Array...even if we can't support it, Master Li...can still support it for a moment..."
"For a moment?"
Yuan There was worry in Zhen's eyes, and he looked towards the sky.
A moment is not enough...
Above the sky, Li Jingzhe became more and more courageous as he fought.
His sword skills have surpassed ordinary people's imagination. Every sword swing carried destructive power, as if it could split the heaven and the earth. The figures of the two people flashed and moved rapidly in the air. Every time they fought, they caused roars and shocks in the world. "Is it just that?"
Huijue's voice sounded a little boring: "It's just that."
In a fierce confrontation, Li Jingzhe swung his knife He slashed at Hui Jue, but the opponent easily dodged it and hit him in the chest with a backhand palm.
The world was shaken, and Li Jingzhe's chest felt like a heavy hammer. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
"Wow -" After landing, Li Jingzhe couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale as paper, his chest even sunken, and he didn't know how many ribs were broken.
The white mist of spiritual weakness that poured into his body just now quickly dissipated from the pores of his body... In just a few breaths, his elevated aura had dissipated.
Hui Jue did not pursue him, but looked coldly at Li Jingzhe who fell on the ground, with a disdainful smile on his face.
The smile did not fade away, but his figure had disappeared from where he was.
The next moment, he had arrived beside Yuan Zhen.
"!!!"
Yuanzhen was shocked, but before he could speak, a force that seemed gentle but contained terrifying power swayed over him.
Huijue seemed to have done nothing, not even raising his hand, but just raised his eyelids.
But as soon as he raised his eyes, Yuan Zhen and the surrounding members of Mingjiange were like sand and gravel blown away by the strong wind. They were blown away one after another and fell heavily to the ground, each breaking the tree-lined avenue. The nearby trees rolled down into the bushes, life and death unknown.
“Poof!”
Li Jingzhe, who was already seriously injured, was also shocked by this force. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood mist again and fell to the ground on his back.
For a moment, only Fu Qingzhou was suspended in front of Huijue.
"Buddha..."
Huijue smiled and stretched out his hand to touch Fu Qingzhou's face: "Finally, you have come to the poor monk."
His hand Before touching Fu Qingzhou, the caress turned into a point, and a white jade-like finger gently touched Fu Qingzhou's forehead and heart.
But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!
An inexplicable shattering sound suddenly came from Fu Qingzhou's body. The sound was clear and loud, as if precious jade had been smashed to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a thick black smoke rose from Fu Qingzhou's body!
The black smoke was rolling and twisting, as if it was alive, hovering and dancing in the air.
Huijue’s pupils condensed!
"This is..."
He murmured, but before he had time to think, the black smoke quickly wrapped around his arm at an unimaginable speed!
Wherever the black smoke passed, Hui Jue's arms quickly became frosted and melted. Even the fingers that were first entangled in the black smoke completely turned into ice cubes. Under the agitation of the black smoke, Shattered!
“!!!”
Hui Jue was startled and moved several feet away.
Buddha's light surged from his body and focused on his right hand. The black smoke was quickly dispersed...but the arm that had melted into ice could never be recovered. The palm and half of the forearm were shattered into pieces. Ice ballast.
“It’s such a strong ghost spirit.”
He frowned and looked at Fu Qingzhou: “How could it be like this…”
But soon, Hui Jue’s expression changed. He calmed down again: "As a Buddhist, it is normal to hide secrets... But as long as the poor monk takes you away, how long can you sustain it with such small means?"
小The broken arm didn't seem to cause him any pain.
He just raised his still intact left hand and made several Buddha seals with one hand.
A golden beam of light suddenly rose from Fu Qingzhou's feet, enveloping him.
The golden light pillar quickly turned into a golden ball, sealing Fu Qingzhou into it, and floated to Hui Jue.
"Okay."
He smiled: "Buddha, follow me..."
Halfway through his words, a strange light suddenly flashed in the corner of Hui Jue's eyes.
He raised his head suddenly, looking past the golden ball that wrapped Fu Qingzhou and looking towards the sky in the distance.
In the sky above the capital, among the blue sky and white clouds, there was a light that looked like a sword but not a sword... approaching.
(End of this chapter)