Shamanism kills the god

"Really, did you really lose?"

Mu Feng smiled coldly, and just when Monk Wu Yin was confident and heaved a sigh of relief, he gritted his teeth and launched a fierce attack. %&*";

call……

I saw that he stood still, did not sacrifice the second soul, and did not take the risk of rushing to pick up the red Qiuhong sword on the ground, flipped his left hand, and a blood-red hideous spear appeared in his hand .With force pouring into his left arm, the ferocious and sharp blood spear came out of his hand with a whistling sound, turning into a smear of red light and roaring towards Monk Wucai.Unbiased, just hit the latter's green lotus golden body again.

Blood Spear!

The invincible Qiuhong sword fell to the ground, his right arm was also crippled, and Mu Feng was seriously injured.However, instead of surrendering as people imagined, they launched a more violent attack!

Ding……

The cyan shield on Monk Wucai's body made another crisp sound.The cracks on the cyan oil lamp in front of him became even bigger, and the cyan flame that had just stabilized began to waver again.

"Hey, amazing, what kind of skill is this?"

Because of the old monk's scream, his face became more serious.

Mu Feng's blood spear not only has astonishing speed, but also has terrifying power, which is not like the power that an elite cultivator can possess at all.What was even more shocking was that the moment the blood spear slammed into Qinglian's golden body head-on, his body suddenly shook, his Qi and blood were disordered, he rushed around, blood rushed to his brain, and he felt like he was about to lose control!

This kind of feeling has never been experienced by the old monk Wuyin who is known as the invincible Zen master.Looking at the unyielding and aggressive Mu Feng, his expression became more and more solemn, and for the first time, a sense of danger appeared in his heart.

With his strength in the early stage of the Realm Realm, coupled with the most treasured Qinglian Lantern of Buddhism and the identity of the eminent monk of the Great Compassion Temple, he actually felt the danger from a small cultivator of the Elite Realm, which made the old monk Wuyin feel a little inconceivable . %&*"; If you didn't see it with your own eyes, no one would believe it if you told it.

However, the facts are right in front of us, and people have to face them!

"kill!"

Mu Feng shouted sharply, and another ferocious blood spear roared out.

huh, huh, huh...

The accurate and ruthless blood spears continued continuously, turning into streaks of red light and rumbling across the air.When each blood spear roared out, people could feel the speed and power of the blood spear even from a long distance away, and everyone changed color.Monk Wu Yin, who was the first to bear the brunt, was even more engrossed, with no trace of composure on his face, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.But no matter how he shifted his shape and position, Mu Feng would always discover the door of Qinglian's golden body immediately, and the fast and ruthless blood spear roared towards him immediately!

If Mu Feng used the blood spear attack from the beginning, it would be fine, he could deal with it calmly, and even let the blood spears hit the shield without paying attention.However, it was different after being hit hard by Mu Feng holding the Qiuhong sword and hitting the door hard, and a long and thin crack appeared on the Qinglian Lantern, which greatly reduced its power.

At this time, a blood spear alone is nothing.But thousands of blood spears whizzed one after another, each of which hit the door, I am afraid that even the real Qinglian golden body would not be able to stop it!

Soon, the Qinglian Lantern placed in front of the old monk Wuyin not only had the original cracks getting bigger and bigger, but also several new cracks appeared.Moreover, under Mu Feng's attack, there were more and more cracks.The cyan shield covering the body, with dim cyan light, kept shaking, and began to show signs of collapse.

"The offensive is overwhelming and fierce. Even the eminent monks of the Great Compassion Temple are not opponents? He is full of knowledge, knowledgeable, and martial prowess is not inferior. Who the hell is this student Mu Feng?"

"Excellent, Wen Wu is the first, and Wu Wu is the second. Who is it that says that Xiangshan Academy has no successors?"

"The time is almost up, it is still unknown who will have the last laugh!"

"Yes, although Mu Feng is powerful, who is Zen Master Wuyin? Even if he sticks to his promise and only defends but does not attack, it is not so easy for Mu Feng to completely defeat his Qinglian golden body. The time for a stick of incense will soon be over." It's coming, will Mu Feng still have time?"

……

Seeing the increasingly tense and exciting fierce battle on the stage of life and death, people talked a lot, and Qi Qi's eyes widened.

Compared with the fierce battle between Mu Feng and the masters of Immortal Sword Gate in the first round of the big martial arts competition, there was no bloody smell in this battle.Until the last moment, no one knows what the outcome will be.

When Zen Master Wuyin lost, not only did Dabei Temple lose face, but even the Buddhist treasure Qinglian Lantern in his hand had to be kept;

And if Mu Feng loses, not only will he lose the map of the Piaomiao Temple in his arms, but he himself may have to spend the rest of his life in the isolated Kongming Valley, becoming a cold envoy of Kongming!

In this battle, Chan Master Wuyin couldn't afford to lose, and Mu Feng couldn't afford to lose even more.

The offense and defense of the two sides at this last moment, tightened everyone's heartstrings!

Ding……

After a blood spear hit head-on, there was another crisp sound.

Because of the violent shaking of the blue shield outside the old monk's body, the brilliance dimmed even more.However, after shaking a few times, it gradually stabilized and did not completely collapse.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"

Monk Wuyin chanted the Buddha's name, looked at Mu Feng who was not far away and tried his best, and continued calmly: "Mr. Light, the murderous intent is too heavy. If you continue to practice like this, not only will you go astray, but you will also bring boundless murder to the common people in the world. Mr. Mu, the time is coming soon, and you have no chance to win. Hand over and admit defeat , you are still so young, meditating in Kongming Valley for thousands of years, sharpening your state of mind and eliminating the murderous aura in your heart, it will only be good for you, and will not cause any harm! At that time, you will understand what true compassion is. Pregnant!"

The old monk Wuyin spoke calmly, with a compassionate expression on his face.

For Mu Feng's so-called Buddhism's self-interest, he did not directly refute it, but hoped that through words and deeds, Mu Feng could indirectly understand the compassionate mind of Buddhism and Taoism.

"Hahaha, compassionate?"

Mu Feng laughed, and continued in a deep voice: "Old monk, you are wrong. In troubled times, heavy codes must be used, and in troubled times, power must be relied on. At this time, if you want to reduce bloodshed in the world, what you need is not blind mercy, but killing and ruthlessness." The power of the gods. All the gangsters who do evil, kill; all the conspirators who make waves and treat the people of the world as ants, kill; all the selfish, hypocritical and sinister guys, kill... Constantly strive for self-improvement, even if you die in battle, you will never give up on the battlefield. Don't ask for death to be heavier than Mount Tai, don't ask for death to be vigorous, just ask for death without complaint or regret, and die clearly. Slash the holy platform, come out !"

Mu Feng suddenly pumped the blood of the ancestral witches in his body, raised his head and let out a growl, and with a roar, a heavy, ancient high platform appeared above his head, roaring towards Wucai who was sitting on the platform of life and death like a ten thousand zhang high mountain. The old monk suppressed it.In an instant, it was as if pulling a mountain and a river, an incomparable force erupted.

Slash the holy platform!

At the last moment, Mu Feng no longer hesitated, and sacrificed the real ancient weapon!