Volume 2: Buddha's Hand Saves All Living Things, Subdues Demons and Attains Bodhi Chapter 103: Crescent Moon Scimitar, Divine Sword Slash
"The Central Plains martial arts world is nothing more than this."
Just eight short characters and dozens of strokes could instantly stir up a storm.
Amid the heavy rain, cold gazes suddenly came from both sides of the Yellow River.
In the vast sky and earth, with mist and rain crossing the boat, the Great Elder of the Demon Sect threw a bamboo to make a boat, his red monk's robe fluttering in the wind. He stood proudly above the rolling turbid waves, ignoring the heroes of the Central Plains as if they were nothing, looking down on all directions.
The leaders of several sects opened their eyes wide with anger and murderous intent, but they quickly suppressed their anger.
This old devil is invincible in the West. In terms of power, he is probably comparable to the "Old Man Tianji" Sun Baifa. Not only has he mastered two esoteric methods and Indian magic skills, he has also practiced both good and evil, and mastered many unique skills of the devil sect, achieving a strange and extraordinary inner and outer Qi, which is unparalleled in the world.
Looking at the vast Central Plains martial arts world, there are definitely more than a handful of people who can rival him.
The current Huashan Sect Leader, Hua Shaokun, angrily shouted, "How hateful! If it weren't for the turmoil in the Central Plains martial arts world, when would it be your turn as a demon monk from the Western Regions to speak nonsense here?"
In the past, the Central Plains martial arts world was severely damaged by the "Chai Yuguan" case alone, and suffered heavy losses; later, there was the disaster of the "Golden Money Gang", and all the masters listed in the "Weapon List" were killed or injured; and now the "Qinglong Society" and the "Golden Money Gang" are fighting each other, with dragons fighting tigers and tigers fighting back and forth, and masters in the world are dying one after another.
The old lama did not look at him, but looked at Xie Xiaofeng who was more than ten feet away. He wanted to go in again, but his clear and pure eyes seemed to notice something, and a flash of doubt passed through his eyes . The green bamboo that was just turning under his feet suddenly stopped, and his loose face skin gradually tightened.
"Amitabha, how evil! How evil!"
He suddenly stopped moving, put his hands together, like a silent and stubborn stone, standing firm in the rain and wind.
But although the two men did not move, the wind, rain and waves between them were stirring violently, turning and swirling, as if there were two evil dragons fighting in the river, rolling up whirlpools and huge waves, and the fight went from the river to the rain. The wind and rain were stirring violently, the sky was dark, and the people on the shore were horrified.
Without making any moves or exerting any strength, these two men were able to create such a terrifying atmosphere just by relying on their momentum and energy.
No one dared to disturb them, they all stared nervously.
As the hours passed, the sky went from dusk to light and then to dark again, and the rain gradually became lighter.
The waves on the river became more violent.
The water level rose, the torrent surged, and the waves were huge.
The two people on the river rose and fell, seemingly in danger, but they remained motionless, like a floating boat.
“That’s amazing.”
Someone else came to the shore.
In the wind and rain, a red dress like fire fluttered over. Shangguan Xiaoxian came with an umbrella. Her slender shoulders were covered with raindrops, and her face was covered with a black veil.
Jing Wuming saw something different through the black veil. He raised his bamboo hat and his lifeless eyes seemed to change. "Are you poisoned?"
Shangguan Xiaoxian laughed in a voice as sweet as a silver bell and said, "When I went to pick her up, I happened to pass by Peacock Villa and met a few acquaintances, so I tried my tricks... That person is getting more and more powerful."
After a simple conversation, Jing Wuming said no more.
Not long after Shangguan Xiaoxian arrived, they heard the sound of galloping horses in the rain. Ye Kai and Fu Hongxue also rushed back to the north overnight. Together with Ding Linglin, the three of them stared at the situation on the river with great concentration.
Soon after, "Songyang Iron Sword" Guo Ding and Lu Xiaojia also arrived one after another.
On the other side of the river, the dragon head of the "Qinglong Society" appeared in the wind and rain.
When this person came, everyone looked at him with awe.
Everyone wants to see how sacred this mysterious and elusive existence is.
The big dragon head was dressed in white as snow and wore a green bamboo rain hat. A hideous and strange bronze dragon head mask was faintly visible in the rain. What was even more surprising was that the black hair under the edge of the hat was as white as frost and snow, and scattered in the wind, as if this was an octogenarian with white hair and wrinkled face.
He just stood there quietly in the wind and rain, with his hands behind his back, as still as a mountain.
Beside the big dragon head, two dragon heads followed with umbrellas, dressed in green and blue, accompanying him.
In this battle, the mainstays of the northern and southern martial arts circles, the leading bosses and chief leaders of all parties in the Central Plains, have almost all arrived.
Because with this battle, perhaps we can quell the evil scourge and repel the evil cult in the west.
How could the leader of the Demon Cult allow such an extraordinary person as the Great Elder of the Demon Cult, a veteran minister of the Demon Cult for three dynasties, to die here?
Finally, the rain stopped and the sky cleared up.
The sky is getting dark in the west.
The rain stopped, but the wind didn't stop.
As if with the falling of the last raindrop, the chaotic river surface between the Great Elder of the Demon Cult and Xie Xiaofeng was suddenly smoothed like a mirror under the ripples caused by the raindrops.
The wind also calmed down.
It's calm.
But all those watching the battle suddenly felt a hurricane blowing in their faces, a violent torrent sweeping across the sky, and even loud thunder exploding.
The eyes are either open or narrowed, but what remains unchanged is the brilliance rising from the eyes and the brilliance bursting out.
It's time to take action.
It was dusk, the turbid water was like a mirror, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected the figures of the two.
People often say that the sky has yin and yang , people have yin and yang, and the earth has yin and yang; the physical body is yang, and the shadow of the foot is yin. The two are born and accompanied by each other, and should live and die together.
However, does the disappearance of footprints mean death?
Of course not.
Suddenly, Xie Xiaofeng moved.
Others do not move, it is their shadows that move.
The moment the shadow moved, the magic sword was unsheathed.
Above the turbid water mirror, an indescribable flash of light flashed between heaven and earth, extinguishing the last ray of setting sun.
The Great Elder also moved. He moved his body. With a movement of his right hand, countless water drops separated from the river and floated up from all directions, then gathered together, as if picking up the raindrops that had previously fallen into the turbid waves one by one, and forming a shocking giant handprint.
This is precisely the most important and unique skill of Tantric Buddhism, the Mahamudra of Tantric Buddhism.
In an instant, it was as if a gust of wind swept by and a loud thunder struck, and everything disappeared again, like a handful of burning ash, which disappeared in an instant.
Everyone was shocked and looked again. Xie Xiaofeng was still standing there with his sword over his back. The sword was not unsheathed and his feet had not moved. It was unclear whether it was the person or the shadow that moved just now.
But under the feet of the great elder, there was no shadow, only blood.
He was defeated.
A bloody hole ran through the palm of his right hand.
The Great Elder's face turned pale and ugly. Just as he was about to speak, he felt a sharp pain in the center of his eyebrows, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed down.
He was defeated, but not dead.
The reason why he didn't die was not because the sword was weak, nor was it because Xie Xiaofeng showed mercy.
But someone else came to the riverside.
As soon as this person came, a cold, sharp, overbearing and evil murderous intent had already firmly locked onto several elders and several leaders of the Xie family, making people shudder.
If the Great Elder dies by the sword, these people will also die.
"A life-and-death duel. How dare you, the masters of the Central Plains, attack us?"
The newcomer had a powerful voice, like the sound of metal and stone striking, and he walked into the venue with an unusual penetrating power.
The Great Elder, who originally had an unwilling look on his face and eyes full of anger, immediately calmed down and suppressed his murderous intent after hearing this voice. He spread out his monk's robe and flew to the shore like a blood-red bat, and saluted the person who came.
"Meet the Master!"
And in front of the great elder, stood a tall and handsome figure.
When everyone looked, they saw that this person was wearing a purple and black brocade robe, had thick black hair, a pair of swallow-wing eyebrows, a face as sallow as copper, and a stiff face contour, especially his eyes, which had more black than white, almost occupying 70% of the entire eyeball. When he turned, he exuded an evil charm and looked very energetic, like a demon statue with unparalleled demonic power.
This is also a young man.
He said to the Great Elder of the Demon Cult: "Thank you for your hard work!"
After saying that, the young man grinned, glanced at everyone present, and finally looked at Xie Xiaofeng: "Who are you?"
"Shenjian Villa, Xie Xiaofeng!" Xie Xiaofeng said.
"Xie Xiaofeng? Very good!"
The young man had just finished talking and laughing when he paused and saw an incredible flash of a knife in front of him.
The sword shone as bright as a cold moon, illuminating the twilight and striking directly at Xie Xiaofeng who was lying on the river.
"How dare you!"
Upon seeing this, several elders of the Xie clan jumped up from the waves, with their swords unsheathed, and several sect leaders also took action.
However, where the sword flashed, the water split and waves formed, and several famous swords in the world were destroyed by a single sword.
Seeing this extraordinary knife strike, most of the people watching on the riverside were shocked, some turned pale, and some even had bloodshot eyes.
The Central Plains martial arts world finally faced its biggest nightmare in hundreds of years.
"I am Qiu Xiaolou!"
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