Chapter 128 Penglai can’t afford to lose
Ning Chuan’s face was already a little ugly.
This enlightenment is absolutely extraordinary!
How could ordinary disciples of Dai Tianlong Temple have such profound Arhat breaking sword skills?
On the fighting stage, Xing Wu yelled again, and with his hands, he slashed open the dragon wrapped around his body with the scorching Buddha light.
Bai Zijin gritted his teeth and tried his best to support himself, and his spiritual power surged out like it was free of charge.
The three severed dragons merged together again and turned into three dragons entwining themselves.
The three heads of the three dragons each sprayed out ice cones, torrents, and beams of light, and their dozens of feet of body beat against the turbulent water vapor, causing turbulent waves.
However, Xingwu was shaken, and he jumped up, clasping his hands together and falling in the air.
But I saw a red sword energy falling brilliantly, and the three dragons instantly shattered into water vapor all over the sky.
Bai Zijin refused to admit defeat, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the whisk in his hand, and his whole body turned into a stream of light and flew out.
I saw the dust flying in Bai Zijin's hand, and water vapor filled the sky with it, as if he was carrying a huge amount of water.
As the dust swept down, the huge amounts of water vapor roared down.
And Xingwu braved the water vapor and went up against the trend, the red blade glowing on his palm hesitating.
As two red lights flashed.
The water vapor in the sky was split open by it.
The fly whisk in Bai Zijin's hand had broken, and Bai Zijin flew backwards. A bone-deep injury spread from his chest to his abdomen.
“Senior Brother Bai!”
All the disciples of Tianhe Dao Sect showed angry expressions on their faces.
Ning Chuan also stared at the fighting stage with a gloomy expression.
"Fellow Taoist Juekong, are you overdue?" Lu Xuanjun looked at Juekong.
Although there were injuries in previous fights, they were all done to the point where minor injuries were considered over.
Even in the fight between the mighty Dajin Zen Temple and the Penglai Taoist Sect, Chen Yusheng deliberately stepped aside and did not beat He Jing to the point where he could not get up.
But now, Bai Zijin's injury is obviously not as simple as a minor injury.
The wound extends from the chest to the lower abdomen. If it hurts the Dantian, then Bai Zijin will be dead.
Juekong's expression remained unchanged, and he sang the Buddha's name to Ning Chuan: "Donor Mingdong, you have realized the truth, and we, Datianlong Temple, are willing to compensate."
Ning Chuan twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at The disciples who had already rushed out to help Bai Zijin said: "It is normal to be injured on the fighting stage."
"My Tianhe Dao Sect has been inherited for thirty-nine thousand eight hundred and sixty-five years. How can I lose?" Did you get up?”
“It’s just a fight.”
At this time, Bai Zijin had been helped back.
Ning Chuan looked at the injury, fed him an elixir, and used his magic power to heal it.
The several Zifus behind Ningchuan looked angrily in the direction of Datianlong Temple.
Lu Xuanjun suddenly said to Jiang Sheng: "Fellow Taoist Lingyuan, next time, how about you and I have a discussion?"
Jiang Sheng nodded: "That's just right. ”
After that, Li Changfeng took the stage first.
"Penglai Foundation Building, Li Changfeng also asked fellow Taoists from Qinghua Taoist Sect for advice."
One Foundation Building.
Lu Xuanjun smiled and nodded: "That's fine."
Soon, a foundation builder from the Qinghua Dao Sect also appeared on the stage.
After the two of them bowed, they quickly began to compete.
Li Changfeng controlled the thunder method, turning into thunder balls and shooting them.
And the Qinghua Dao Sect’s foundation was built with the light of Qingyang.
The two of them are considered the best in foundation building, and their fight was quite exciting.
The foundation building disciples from all sides were naturally very touched by what they saw.
The Jindan Daoist people were looking at the five-dimensional cloud bed.
Bai Zijin was seriously injured, and the Arhat's breaking sword almost split his Dantian.
Although the injury was stopped and can be rescued.
But if you want to become a golden elixir in the future, you will have to delay recovery for many years.
There is also little hope for the high-grade golden elixir.
Jiang Sheng looked at Ning Chuan's expression quietly. Ning Chuan's reason was not destroyed by anger.
As the true successor of Tianhe Dao Sect, he knew exactly what he should do.
After Li Changfeng fought Bai Laihe with the disciple of Qinghua Dao Sect, Li Changfeng returned victorious.
Jiang Sheng still smiled and praised.
And Lu Xuanjun was not upset because his disciple failed.
Two foundation-building disciples came on stage to fight, which was originally intended by both parties.
Subsequently, the Qinghua Taoist Sect fought again with the Tianhe Taoist Sect, and the Datianlong Temple and the Dajin Zen Temple also fought.
The fighting between these parties was quite exciting. The disciples showed off their skills, but they also advanced and retreated in a controlled manner, and did not push too hard.
Chen Yusheng looked at Xing Wu, who was sitting cross-legged behind Juekong, with a hint of fighting intent.
“Do you want to challenge Xingwu?”
Hearing Jiang Sheng speak, Chen Yusheng nodded: “Brother, I want to give it a try.”
"He is already at the Half-Step Vajra Realm, you can't defeat him." Jiang Sheng told the truth.
"But junior brother will not lose." Chen Yusheng said.
Jiang Sheng fell into silence after hearing this.
As far as facts are concerned, Chen Yusheng is indeed not Xingwu’s opponent.
But if Chen Yusheng is pressed, of course he has to be obedient, but it will also damage Chen Yusheng's competitiveness.
After thinking about it, Jiang Sheng smiled and said: "If you are confident, then go ahead."
"Put your own safety first, and don't worry about the short and long term."
Chen Yusheng After getting the letter, when the fight is over, he immediately leaps up and lands on the fighting stage.
Seeing the newly victorious Penglai Purple Mansion take the stage again, all forces were ready to watch a good show.
"Penglai Chen Yusheng wants to learn about the methods of Datianlong Temple's practicing monks."
Xingwu looked at Juekong.
Juekong nodded expressionlessly.
Xing Wu then took the stage. After the two parties bowed, Chen Yusheng used his fierce and domineering fire technique.
A fire dragon of more than fifty feet appeared from behind him. Chen Yusheng stepped on the fire dragon and held a spear. Fire clouds rolled around him, and his spiritual energy rose.
Xingwu clasped his hands together, and the bronze color on his body gradually changed to brass color.
As he explored his hands, the red sword glowed unsteadily on his palms.
Chen Yusheng controlled the fire dragon to face Xingwu, and the fire spell was launched, turning the sky into fire and clouds.
As a spear danced in his hand, the fire dragon rolled and was wrapped in flames. It was as fierce as fire and extremely violent.
And those who practice enlightenment and practice are also moving forward in an unstoppable way, slashing down with both palms, and the sword light pierces the air.
The shadows of guns fill the sky, and the light of swords covers the sky.
Faced with the monks who had reached the half-step of the Vajra Realm, Chen Yusheng had a strong momentum, but he gradually fell behind during the fight.
As Xingwu strode forward, his hands kept chopping down, and the Arhat's breaking sword was fully deployed by him, and the red sword light came over like the beginning of the world.
The spear in Chen Yusheng's hand kept dancing, stabbing out phantoms of fire sparrows.
The gun shadows and sword lights kept colliding, and the stirring spiritual power overflowed layer by layer, releasing violent fluctuations.
Faced with Xingwu's forward momentum, Chen Yusheng was obviously at a disadvantage by retreating step by step.
But Jiang Sheng could vaguely see what Chen Yusheng was going to do.
Juekong obviously noticed it, and his expression fluctuated slightly for the first time.
But seeing Xing Wu approaching step by step, when Chen Yusheng had no way to retreat, he danced the fire dragon and turned into red flames and came out of the water.
The fifty-foot-long fire dragon roared and rushed towards Xingwu.
Xing Wu's face didn't change: "Don't the donor know that the poor monk is the best at taming the dragon?"
The voice was like a bell, resounding in this space.
The Arhat Fulong figure behind Xingwu shone brightly, and his whole body swelled to nearly ten feet tall, like a Buddhist King Kong. He put his palms together and struck out a red sword energy.
The moment the sword energy came into contact with the fire dragon, the fire dragon exploded.
Xing Wu, surrounded by flames, lost track of Chen Yusheng for a while.
When he sensed the sound of breaking wind coming from above his head, Xing Wu did not hesitate to strike several times with his palms in the air.
I saw big golden palms being struck out one after another, extinguishing the flames and driving away the clouds, with a momentum that was like opening the sky.
The King Kong Fu Demon Palm of Daitenryuji Temple.
However, Xingwu continued to hit more than ten palms, but he could not sense Chen Yusheng's Qi.
Realizing something was wrong, Xingwu lowered his head suddenly, and a eight-foot-long spear was already approaching his heart.
"Bushi, you lose."
"Not yet!"
Xing Wu pressed down with his left hand, and turned his right hand into a knife to slash out.
Almost within a breath, Chen Yusheng was beaten out by Xing Wu.
“As the poor monk said, the poor monk has not lost yet.”
Xingwu clasped his hands together, his expression unchanged.
Jiang Sheng looked at Juekong, who nodded to him, with no sadness or joy on his face.
"Senior Brother True."
"Go and help your Senior Brother Chen back."
Jiang Sheng's voice was very gentle.
Several Penglai disciples quickly got on the fighting stage and helped Chen Yusheng back.
Chen Yusheng was quite embarrassed at this time, with a knife mark on his chest constantly overflowing with blood. If he hadn't dodged in time, he might have ended up like Bai Zijin.
Chen Yusheng, who returned to the cloud bed, looked angry: "Senior brother, he."
"Who told you to stop?"
Jiang Sheng looked at Chen Yu Sheng.
"According to the rules of fighting."
Chen Yusheng explained.
"What fighting rules are my Penglai's, Qinghua's, or Datianlong Temple's?"
Jiang Sheng's expression remained unchanged, his face was indifferent.
Chen Yusheng lowered his head and stopped talking.
The surrounding Penglai disciples also lowered their heads.
"If you lose, you lose. Don't let people think that I, Penglai, can't afford to lose."
As Jiang Sheng said, he took out a pill and fed it to Chen Yusheng, while running Mana healed Chen Yusheng.
The battle of wits is still going on, and various forces from the Central Continent have appeared on the stage.
The six spiritual weapons were finally distributed.
Datianlong Temple got two pieces, Dajin Zen Temple got one piece, Penglai Daozong got one piece, and the remaining three pieces were given to all the forces in the Central Continent.
With the end of the Dharma Fighting Conference, the Golden Elixir Ceremony also ended soon.
Ning Chuan of the Tianhe Dao Sect took the lead in setting off on the journey with his disciples in the Dharma boat.
After Jiang Sheng said goodbye, he also left with his disciples.
After leaving Qinghua Daozong, the atmosphere on the Dharma Ark was a bit dull.
Chen Yusheng is still recovering from his injuries, and several disciples are taking care of him.
Jiang Sheng, on the other hand, went into seclusion for meditation and never showed up.
The Dharma boat of Dai Tianlong Temple flew steadily towards the Western Region above the clouds.
This time Daitenryuji Temple has won consecutively, and it can be said that it stole the show.
Xing Wu’s performance is extremely brilliant, and he can be called the number one disciple in the next generation.
The Dharma boat was flying, and suddenly Juekong felt something and rushed out of the Dharma boat. The dark gold light on his body shook, and he stretched his hands forward.
I saw the cyan stream of light roaring towards me, and in an instant the sky was filled with wind and flowing clouds, approaching Juekong with a sharp sword intent.
For a while, Juekong couldn't help but frown at the chilling chill.
An Jin grabbed the sword energy with both hands, and the tyrannical force forced Juekong to take three steps back before all the energy was released.
Crushing the sword energy casually, Juekong looked towards the clouds at a distance of twelve thousand feet.
"Why did Lingyuan Donor come?"
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