Mortals start by seizing the soul of Shequ

Xie Duanyang could not be seen moving, but the monk's robe on his body had a faint glow that did not move.

Apart from this, no other magical weapon was seen being sacrificed.

He just raised his right hand to protect his face.

Six rays of sword light fell on him in succession.

Xie Duanyang paid no attention to the five paths heading toward the chest, abdomen, and limbs. He just spread his fingers like claws to grab the half-moon-shaped path that was slicing toward the throat.

The clanging sound was like the collision of gold and stone, and the light of the sword was actually crushed by it.

As for the other five paths, it only caused the monk's robes to dent a few inches, but after the light flowed, it quickly returned to normal.

The sword's light disappeared invisible, but not a single crack was left on the monk's clothes.

The young monk Faming took a breath and couldn't believe his eyes.

It didn't matter that he failed to break through the defense of the monk's robes. He just started to test one or two, so he only differentiated the light of the sword and did not control the body of the sword to attack.

The strength is just a full blow from a low-level magic weapon, or a normal blow from a mid-level magic weapon.

It is not difficult to do this with our own canopy.

However, Xie Duanyang's physique is tough and powerful, far beyond his imagination. Even if it is a second-level monster comparable to a foundation building, it may not be easy to take on him head-on.

"I didn't expect that this junior's physique would be so good, and that he could master the worldly Qinggong and body techniques to such an extent."

On the high platform, Master Jiedan asked the old monk Shenqing out of curiosity.

"However, Jinguang Temple is a direct descendant of the Holy Sect. It only focuses on the Ran Deng method. It seems that it does not attach much importance to physical training. I wonder which method it practices?"

Although Xie Duanyang had many discussions with people in the temple, it is not a secret that he was passed on the "Ming Wang Jue".

But after all, it was related to the path of a junior in his sect. Monk Shenqing just smiled and said nothing more to this Buddhist friend who had a good relationship with Jinguang Temple. He looked at it with the same interest.

After the initial test, Monk Faming became more and more cautious and still did not control the Jie Dao body to kill.

Instead, there is a point in the void, one transforms into four, two transforms into four, and four transforms into eight. A total of eight sword lights are separated, and the head of the bag is facing Xie Duanyang under the cover.

When it was about to approach, the sword light closed together, resembling an eight-petaled lotus.

It looks nice, but the murderous aura is also strong.

Before he even got close, Xie Duanyang's cheeks, palms and other exposed skin instinctively felt cold.

Knowing that his second level of "Mingwang Jue", which had not yet been fully completed, was not enough to completely resist this magical weapon, Xie Duanyang scolded and deployed the upper level's powerful magic power in places that the monk's robes could not take care of.

Then, his figure disappeared in an instant, and he jumped out before the lotus blades came together to strangle him. Two inches of footprints appeared on the ground made of tungsten stone.

Different from the previous figure that was as ethereal as blue smoke, the movement this time seemed much slower. The monks watching in the audience could see it clearly even with ordinary cultivation.

But the speed is not much inferior. A distance of tens of feet can be covered in just two steps.

Because the speed was so fast that it tore the air and made a hoarse sound.

The air was like water, suddenly stagnant, carrying surging pressure.

The young monk was planning to control the magic weapon to attack Xie Duanyang, but he didn't expect that the opponent would appear in front of him in the blink of an eye. He hurriedly cast a spell to recall the sword.

At the same time, the mana was drummed and poured into the canopy.

The canopy did not expand outwards, but shrank inwards by three points, which protected it more closely.

At this time, Xie Duanyang had already stopped, took a stance, clenched his fists and struck down hard.

Once angry, throw out seven punches.

There was a dull crashing sound in the air, like the hoofs of an iron horse trampling on the ground.

Seven consecutive punches hit seven places on Monk Faming's body.

In the eyes of outsiders, they appear to be closely connected and integrated.

But in Xie Duanyang's eyes, there is a first and a last.

The first four punches produced no ripples, but instead caused the Buddha's light on the canopy to shine more and more dazzlingly.

But when the fifth punch hit his chest for the second time, the light suddenly dimmed for a few minutes, and his spiritual energy was greatly reduced.

So when the sixth punch landed on Monk Faming's waist, the canopy swayed visibly to the naked eye.

As for the seventh punch, it almost penetrated the canopy protection and landed firmly on his body.

Fa Ming's face turned pale. His body was no better than Xie Duanyang's specially tempered body.

If he really got this shot, even if he didn't die, he would still be seriously injured.

Fortunately, at this time, he had recalled the sword and stood it upright above his head.

Without any more fancy operations like splitting the sword light or turning it into a sword lotus, the sword whistled and chopped off Xie Duanyang's head head on.

It is not only to defeat the enemy, but also to ease the opponent's offensive and buy time for yourself.

And as expected, he did not confront the opponent head-on. He punched like a dragon, but instead of facing the sharp edge of this top-notch magical weapon, he hit the blade from the side, deflecting its trajectory and drawing a skewed trajectory in the air.

After a successful blow, Xie Duanyang leaned back slightly, sweeping backward like a rainbow.

The two of them did not attack each other, but each adjusted their breath and luck.

Little monk Fa Ming didn't mention it, but Xie Duanyang himself was relatively unfamiliar with the current tactics.

Although he is highly skilled and has practiced martial arts to the highest level in the world, he has always been more interested in using his powerful spiritual consciousness to control magical weapons to crush his opponents.

It was also to test the cultivation of "Mingwang Jue" and to show it to some people deliberately, so I did this.

The first reason was because he saw that although this opponent was not weak, his method of controlling the magic weapon could only be said to be quite satisfactory.

Monk Huiji, who was far inferior to the one who appeared on the scene, made his flying claws as responsive as his own arms, so he would not be in any danger.

However, I have to say it.

This kind of close combat is indeed far more hearty and enjoyable than fighting with magic weapons!

This kind of fighting technique is rare among monks.

Fighting with physical bodies is much more visible than fighting with magical weapons.

For a moment, the audience burst into cheers, and it was obviously much lively and exciting.

Next, this is basically the routine.

Xie Duanyang moved around on the stage, constantly chasing or avoiding.

Monk Faming, on the other hand, stayed where he was and stood still.

Finally, after nearly an hour of fierce fighting, it ended with Xie Duanyang's heavy punch that completely knocked the canopy away and landed on the young monk's forehead.

And he also acted uncomfortable.

Panting and sweating like raindrops, he was nearing the end of his strength.

Both sides can be regarded as both offensive and defensive, but the other side uses magic weapons, while Xie Duanyang relies on his own fists.

Since Monk Fa Ming could not complete his work with just one sword, the monk's robes on his body could not be broken, and his figure could not be trapped.

With the consumption of mana and consciousness, it is inevitable to be defeated by hard work in the end.

However, if he knew that Xie Duanyang's revealed strength was only 10/20, he would probably not be able to accept it psychologically.