Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and the wind roared on the sea.

The white figure stood in the storm, his clothes flying, looking indifferently and coldly at Zhao Xuan, who was covered by dark clouds and still looked calm despite the howling wind.

After a long time, he sighed: "Why do you have to fight against Buddhism for such a talented person? Do you have to force me to kill you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her crystal clear jade feet and slowly walked towards Zhao Xuan.

With every step he takes, the wind and clouds move.

Strong winds emerged out of thin air, roaring in the sky like a tornado.

Above the rolling sky of dark clouds, there are thunder dragons and electric snakes swimming around.

Zhao Xuan only felt that the warning signs were greatly increased.

If you are touched by the white figure, you will definitely die.

He frowned slightly, his breath surged, and the black and white air flow rose into the sky, turning into a black and white Tai Chi diagram that stretched between heaven and earth.

Zhao Xuan stood in the center of the Tai Chi diagram, absorbing the scattered spiritual energy and Taoist charms of heaven and earth, preventing them from being used by the white figure.

On one side, waves of consuming power were derived, flowing towards the white figure like a tide.

The white figure suddenly stopped and frowned slightly: "Are you also a direct descendant of the Taoist sect?"

Then he turned back to look at Xuanzang and asked, "It's not that this kid doesn't have a foot background, so why is it different from the rumors?"

It seemed that Xuanzang had mentioned Zhao Xuan to her.

Xuanzang's face changed greatly: "This poor monk has definitely not had an affair with this Bodhisattva. I also ask the benefactor to be clear and not fall into her divorce plan."

He also expected Zhao Xuan to clear the obstacles for him. How could he do such stupid things as demolishing the bridge before the river could be crossed, and killing the donkey before the mill could be unloaded?

He was really panicked when the white figure threw dirty water at him regardless of his identity.

After all, in the eyes of most people, how could the leader of the four great Bodhisattvas of Buddhism lie to frame a small Buddhist disciple?

Zhao Xuan pointed at Dao Sansheng and replied seriously: "He is, I am not."

In the past, he would definitely have said that he was, pulling the banner of the Taoist sect and confusing the truth with the truth to protect himself.

But now he is eager for these people to cause trouble for him so that he can quickly gather his fruition status. Of course, he must deny it firmly.

The white figure smiled inexplicably and continued to move forward.

Zhao Xuan frowned.

He saw that whether it was black and white air currents or consuming power, they would all be suddenly annihilated when they came within three feet of the white figure.

The other party seemed to possess a magical power comparable to the power of killing.

It seems that it is just a waste of time and can't do anything to the other party.

With a thought in his mind, he retreated dozens of miles away.

I thought I had distanced myself, but I suddenly found that I was a little closer to the white figure.

"Is this a formation or a magical power?"

Zhao Xuan asked softly.

The white figure replied: "If you think it is a formation, it is a formation. If you think it is a magical power, it is a magical power."

"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."

Zhao Xuan was a little disappointed: "Since the Bodhisattva is an expert in Buddhism, why does he have to act like a magic stick?"

"Shangqing·Slaying God."

"Zheng~"

A sword cry that sounded like a tiger roaring or a dragon roaring echoed in the sky.

The red God-killing Sword has been raised to the sky in Zhao Xuan's hand.

Fierce killing intent soared into the sky, and the roiling air current was cut open.

A sword light containing the ultimate sharpness flashed past, pulling out a long and narrow sword mark in the sky.

Wherever it went, everything visible and invisible was chopped open.

This sword seemed to cut the heaven and the earth apart.

The white figure's eyebrows gained a bit of solemnity, and the figure that was originally advancing retreated a bit.

He raised his right hand high, and when he lowered it, he unknowingly picked up a willow branch and drew the sword light with great accuracy.

The sword light dispersed and the willow branches were broken.

"You can even master the God-killing Sword of Qingdao, and you still say that you are not a direct descendant of the Taoist sect?"

The white figure frowned and looked at Zhao Xuan, feeling a little more worried.

There is not only one Taoist sect, but that is the only one that worries her and even the Buddhist sect. Ordinary Taoist disciples, even direct descendants of a certain great emperor, will be killed.

The worst case scenario is to apologize afterwards.

But that family, not to mention her, even the World Honored One is worried about.

Zhao Xuan smiled and said: "So what if I am the direct descendant of the Taoist sect? Now that I want to kill the Bodhisattva, will the Bodhisattva stop me or not?"

"If you stop me, stop talking nonsense. You and I will continue. If you don't stop me, stop talking nonsense. Let me send this Buddhist disciple to the West to be with the Bodhisattva."

Even if he suspected that Zhao Xuan was a direct descendant of the Taoist sect, hearing these words still made the white figure extremely angry.

She said coldly: "I want to leave, but you can't stop me."

Zhao Xuan said without comment: "The monk who escaped can't escape from the temple. If the thought of Bodhisattva is extinguished, Nanhai Guanyin Temple will have no worries."

"If this thought of Bodhisattva escapes, the younger generation will have no choice but to uproot the Bodhisattva's path as a great gift to the Bodhisattva."

The fruit position is not only his hope to save his life in the future, but also the step to help him succeed in his ambitions.

For this reason, he doesn't mind being a despicable and sinister villain.

"court death?"

The white figure seemed to be very angry: "Who do you think you are, daring to threaten me?"

"I must teach you a lesson today. You'd better be a direct descendant of the Taoist sect, otherwise I will kill you."

She planned to settle the matter here and go to Yuxu Palace in person to ask about Zhao Xuan's identity.

That’s all.

If not, she must let him know that his little cultivation is nothing in front of a person with great supernatural powers.

Zhao Xuan smiled and said: "Okay, I also ask the Bodhisattva to confirm my identity as soon as possible so that he can kill me, so as not to be as timid as I am now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xuan drew his sword again.

"Shangqing·Slaying Gods", "Shangqing·Slaying Gods", "Shangqing·Slaying Gods"...

One sword after another, almost solidifying the killing intent, vaguely freezing the space.

The white figure took them one by one and said calmly: "At this level, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my seat."

Zhao Xuan was silent.

What the white figure said was true.

This thought that turned into a good thought was more difficult to deal with than the previous thought that turned into an evil thought.

Zhao Xuan's method of evolving chaos can certainly destroy her, but for now, he can't defeat her at all.

Unless it's a sure win.

But in a life-and-death fight, a single thought can reverse the situation and determine the winner.

Who can guarantee that he will win?

unless……

Zhao Xuan looked at Dao Sansheng suddenly: "Master, use your destiny quickly."

Dao Sansheng understood it from his heart and entered the state of destiny without any obstruction.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Xuan launched the technique of "Changing Luck and Life".

In an instant, it seemed as if everything in the world was under his control.

The next moment, the God-killing Sword wrapped in the aura of chaos easily broke through the white figure's defense, inserted into its heart, and then stirred violently.

"you……"

A look of shock appeared on the white figure's face, and he suddenly smiled again: "Yes, a thought that can kill my incarnation."

"But I will come to see you again. You'd better..."

Zhao Xuan didn't listen to what she said, and mobilized the few chaotic auras to flow from the sword body into the white figure's body.

"Bang" sound.

The white figure is like a gorgeous firework, exploding in the air.

[You kill one thought of Bodhisattva and gain one point of Bodhisattva status. 】

The prompt came as expected.

(End of this chapter)