Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 312 Fighting Wisdom, You Come and I Come
Before coming to Dasu Mountain, Huang Lin didn't want to kill him.

Not to mention whether he can beat him, but if Zhizhi is really killed, the Buddhist sect will definitely hunt him down more vigorously than Shi Zhixuan!

Maybe he will join forces with the other three holy monks even if he is free.

To deal with Buddhism, it is definitely not enough to rely solely on personal bravery.

If too much energy is spent on chasing and escaping, it will not be beautiful.

But the old monk in front of him tried again and again to "transform" him, which really touched his bottom line!

At this moment, he inexplicably thought of that monkey.

Wisdom has never been able to affect Huang Lin, and now he no longer does useless work, puts his hands together, chin slightly, and said:
"Amitabha! Donor Huang has gone astray. If you don't follow the old monk to practice Buddhism to eliminate evil thoughts, the old monk can make an exception and pass on the "Wonderful Lotus Sutra" to the benefactor to benefit the benefactor."

"Master, there is no need to say too much. I am Xiaoyao Sect to follow Zhuangzi. Taoism and Buddhism are different. Huang did not come here today to discuss Taoism, so don't waste everyone's time!"

Huang Lin, whose eyes were slightly closed, interrupted Zhizhi's words in an indifferent voice.

He discovered that the higher the force value in the world, the rougher and darker the Buddhist methods are!

He had made it clear just now, but this old monk actually wanted to save him under the guise of "eliminating evil thoughts"!
"Amitabha Buddha~Buddhism is originally a quiet place, since the donor is interested, I can only accompany him with the remains of my body."

Wisdom had a miserable face, as if he was heartbroken when this beautiful jade and good material went astray, and he seemed to give up his old life to persuade Huang Lin to turn around.

Huang Lin sneered in his heart. He remembered that it seemed that the four great monks had attacked Ssangyong a few years later, and they were still alive and kicking despite their age.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to intend to strike first, he swiped with his right hand.

"Qiang~~"

After Chihuang unsheathed and pulled a sword flower, Huang Lin laid it across his chest and said loudly:
"The name of the sword is Chihuang. It is made of dark iron mixed with thousand-year-old volcanic iron. The sword has eight sides, is three feet six inches long, and weighs eight catties and three taels!"

"Master, you can come back after you get the weapon, Huang can wait."

The two have been confronting each other invisible since they met, and every word is hitting each other while adding a psychological advantage to themselves.

If Huang Lin hadn't fought with the Heavenly Sword and seen through this routine, he might have been at a disadvantage at this time.

The bitterness on Wisdom's face deepened, and after raising his eyebrows to look at Huang Lin, whose hair was fluttering in the wind, he lowered his eyebrows again.

"Amitabha~~ Thank you for your kindness. I only know one set of heart Buddha palms, so I will have fun with my benefactor."

Hearing this, Huang Lin didn't say any more, put down his right hand, pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at the ground, and the momentum exploded.

As if unexpectedly, the wisdom master on the opposite side erupted with momentum under the traction of the air machine, and then his body swayed slightly, Huang Lin suddenly felt that he could no longer lock the opponent.

Immediately tap the toes, and the person has already floated past like a frightened bird.

With his posture, the speed shouldn't be too fast.

But in fact, Huang Lin had crossed a distance of two feet in the blink of an eye, and reached Zhizhi.

Raise your hand and extend your sword.

prick!
A light sword, without a trace of fireworks, pointed directly at Zhizhi Heshi's palms.

The eyes of Yu Wenhua and the Confucian scholar beside him flashed, and they nodded slightly with approval in their eyes, as if they were very satisfied with Huang Lin's move.

Wisdom still had a miserable look on his face, and before the long sword got close to him, he could already feel its sharpness on his exposed skin.

If it is a magic soldier!

Immediately, he gave up the plan to make a hard connection, took a step to the right, moved his left hand towards the red phoenix like a flower, and made a light palm forward pat with his right hand.

The seemingly weak palm gesture made Huang Lin feel that the air became denser at once.

The misty feeling felt stuck in an instant, Huang Lin flicked his wrist, and the tip of the Scarlet Phoenix sword immediately swayed left and right, and at the same time raised his finger with his left hand and flicked it lightly.

A finger force silently shot at the palm force slapped by Zhizhi.

"Boom~"

Finger strength and palm strength dissipated at the same time, and then, the witty fingers touched with the red phoenix's swaying sword tip.

"Ding~"

There was a clear sound when the fingers and swords intersected.

Huang Lin suddenly felt an obscure alien zhenqi coming retrogradely along the red phoenix, and even if he attracted it, let this zhenqi circulate in several unique meridians of physical strength.

At the same time, the movements are non-stop, stepping on the gossip, raising the sword and cutting obliquely.

Break the root of all dharma sword scriptures!

Wisdom suddenly felt that this sword technique was supernatural, extremely exquisite!No wonder the other party is called the Sword Immortal, it looks like a fairy.

The right hand that was halfway through the swing immediately changed from a palm to a finger, and moved towards the tip of the sword again.

But then it was discovered that Huang Lin had raised his left hand and hit him from the air.

Palm strength?Pointing?
neither!
Before Zhihui pulled the tip of the sword away, she realized that what the opponent's left hand was hitting was the true energy he had just struck with the long sword!

"Huh? Such a subtle leverage"

When the fingers and swords were about to strike again, Wisdom stomped on his feet, narrowly dodging the flying qi and the long sword, and still admired, but before he finished speaking, the situation in the field changed .

The moment he stepped back, Huang Lin chased him forward, and the sword light in his hand split into two and four in an instant, turning into sword shadows all over the sky, emitting a dazzling light in the sun and rolling over!

Flying Immortals!

At this moment, in the eyes of others, Huang Lin seemed to be in the mottled clouds and streams, like a banished fairy.

At this time, the flying fairy outside the sky no longer has the violent feeling of the past, and it is full of fairy flavor!
Only a trace of hidden deep killing intent remained.

If Huang Lin wipes out this killing intent, then he will be the Flying Immortal who truly belongs to him!
The miserable look on Zhihui's face could no longer be broken, and his face was solemn.

With his eyesight, how could he not see the danger hidden in this fairy-like sword move?
"Ding ding ding ding~~~"

The sound of a series of dense finger-sword clashes was endless, wisdom was pushed backwards by the sword light, and it didn't stop until the steps of the Temple of Heavenly Kings!
"Sigh~~~"

The people watching the battle in the field gasped.

Du Fuwei even realized that Huang Lin's strength now displayed was completely different from last year's Qiang Qingjiao.

Yu Wenhuaji's face was full of seriousness. He had already overestimated this person's strength as much as possible before, but unexpectedly he underestimated it a lot.

On the contrary, the Confucian scholar next to him stroked his long beard and nodded from time to time. He felt that Huang Lin's move had the meaning of "xiyi", and thought of his old friend for a while.

Everyone is still sighing, and the situation in the field has changed again!

After Master Wisdom blocked the sky-filled sword shadow, his palms suddenly changed, and he waved his heavy palms to cover Huang Lin.

It is difficult to distinguish between the false and the real!

Huang Lin, who was under the shadow of heavy palms, felt his whole body being restrained, and the feeling of thick air came again!
Under normal circumstances, the false and real palm image is not bad, but at this time his situation is quite bad.

The eyes see it, but the body can't keep up!

Huang Lin could only retreat while swinging his sword against the shadows of palms all over the sky.

Feng Shui takes turns, and this turns too fast!

During this period of time, he had fought with Tiandao countless times in the deduction table, and he even forced out the Tiandao Jiuqian, but he had never encountered such a situation.

Is this the unique martial art of wisdom?

Or is it the true meaning of martial arts?

(End of this chapter)