Lu Miaozi and Lekong retreated, but the next moment they realized that the Heshi Bi did not emit the power to disturb people's true energy. When they heard Shi Feixuan's words, their faces became solemn.

Lekong looked determined and took the initiative to attack for the first time. He punched his fists, and the sunset scattered on his face. His fists were like a vague rage of demons, with great momentum.

Shen Yuanjing held the seal on his right hand and swung the sword forward with his left hand. The sword shook out several sword flowers in the air, pointing to the wrists and chest of the other party, with a hint of chill.

If it was an ordinary sword, it would be fine if it was empty but it was not bad. If it was afraid of the opponent's strong skills, the colored sword would add two points to sharpness. He made a mistake and changed his angle, and his fists were still the same. However, he had never expected that Shen Yuanjing's sword had been waiting on the route he was moving.

He changed again, Shen Yuanjing's sword tip was still waiting in front of him, and after repeated recurring, as if the other party guessed it all. Even Lu Miaozi on the side was shocked and blurted out: "Yi Sword Technique? No, it's the nameless sword Technique."

Shen Yuanjing forced Kong to retreat and said, "Monkey Lekong, if you don't use some real skills and hurt under my sword, don't regret it."

Seeing that something was wrong and could not interfere, the monks sat on the stone slabs and began to recite scriptures, rows of lines, neatly and uniformly, just like soldiers in the army.

Le Kong took a deep breath and punched him again, and he looked straight. At first glance, it looked ordinary, but this boxing technique was condensed and heavy in an instant, and the next moment was illusory, with light and dark alternating, making people unable to see the trace. This move is naturally a sword technique used to deal with the enemy's ability to predict the enemy's initiative.

Shen Yuanjing showed a look of admiration on his face. If his energy was not trapped by Heshi Bi, this move could naturally be subdued with strength. No matter what he is, he could slam his sword and break it.

Now his skills may not be as good as his opponent, so he can only use moves to fight. With a trembling sword, the sword shadows in the sky suddenly appeared, like plum blossoms, with a coolness in purity, and a killing intent in the coldness.

No matter which direction Lekong's fist came from, he could not escape a sword. He did not change his moves, but just changed his mind. Although his nature was empty, the cause and condition were there. The roots and dust arose from the six sense organs, and he instantly captured the direction of the sword. The fist did not change, and still advanced straight forward, penetrated the sword net, and almost touched the other person's body.

Shen Yuanjing was even more amazed that this move of Le Kong had already broken his two sword techniques, which was not a victory in moves, but also a suppression in artistic conception. Since the nature is empty, there is no trace to be found; there is also a wonderful method of cause and condition to trace the origin, so that the enemy can't hide.

However, after all, he was well-educated and experienced. He did not move and did not let him go. He only put the sword in a straight way. When he stood up, he could see the benefits of the sword. Lekong had to stop and even retreat. If he moved forward, his fist was not next to the other party, he might be hit by a sword.

The weapon is an extension of the arm. When a master like Shen Yuanjing picked up the sword, he naturally had such an understanding. Although he had several tricks to avoid or even counterattack the opponent, he was not as simple as this one. It seemed that he had taken advantage of the weapon, but in fact, even his opponent had to praise the simplicity of the way.

After Likong retreated like this, Shen Yuanjing naturally advanced forward, and the long sword drew a strange arc. Not only did he attack Likong, he also covered the other two people together.

Shi Feixuan was on the left, holding up his long sword and stabbing him without mercy, which was much more decisive than before. Lu Miaozi attacked on the right, with a strange move, with a quaint smell.

At this moment, Lekong was no longer reserved and refused to siege. While his two companions attacked, he also punched two more times, but it was still empty and unreal, and was always in the midst of change.

Shen Yuanjing had seen this martial art once, and he had already seen the mystery. The long sword was filled with a bunch of the four seasons, but he saw flying catkins and falling duckweeds, withering leaves and cold flowers, and they all rotated. The long sword had a strange trajectory and circled around. First, it blocked Lu Miaozi's "Tianwen" move, and then cut off Shi Feixuan's long sword, stripping away all the sharpness.

The most difficult thing to deal with is naturally Kong. Shen Yuanjing shouted lightly: "I will come to see the flowers, and the flowers will be colorful." The sword shone brightly, and the four seasons of the illusion immediately appeared in front of Kong's eyes and the sea of ​​heart, constantly rotating and lingering.

He wanted to be empty, but his heart could not be empty after all. Flowers were triggered by Shen Yuanjing, and the thoughts that grew up in his heart. The six desires arise. If he lost this artistic conception, his fists were just ordinary skill.

Shen Yuanjing waved the three of them with one sword, trying to continue his efforts and teach the other party a lesson. At this moment, the setting sun was fierce and pierced into the ocean of night. The heaven and earth were sympathetic, and the Heshi Bi suddenly emitted light, and the alien aura filled with it again.

The true energy in the body of Lekong and others suddenly became chaotic and could not go forward to attack, so they had to retreat continuously.

This surging force penetrated into Shen Yuanjing's body, and all kinds of fantasies came one after another, almost making him lose his mind. Although he could withstand this indoctrination and even use the Beiming Divine Art to store and transform all this power, he was not interested at all, afraid that it would pollute the purity of his true qi.

Shen Yuanjing stood there, wielded the internal energy to entangle the breath coming from the Heshi Bi, pressed it into his eyebrows, and forced it back to himself. In a moment, he tamed the Heshi Bi again. However, in this way, only 30% of the true energy he could use.

He looked at the three people on the opposite side who were surprised and cautious, and sighed and said, "You are lucky today." After that, he jumped into the air and flew more than ten feet high, crossing the three people like a big bird, crossing the monks sitting cross-legged on the ground, and running towards the bell tower.

Halfway through the journey, he was weak and he lit up the bronze statue halfway, then flew forward and went up to the bell tower.

Regardless of the excitement of the monks below, he raised his elbow and hit the bronze bell, and hit it three times in a row. The sound was buzzing and spreading all the way to the distance. Then he flew out of the courtyard and disappeared soon, and only handed over a sentence from afar: "Miss Master, the sword is good. Remember when to send the sword sheath to me."

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Lekong intercepted all those who were chasing and said, "Don't chase, the opponent's light skills are excellent, we will only throw them away more and more. Besides, when he holds the long sword, he is much better than empty-handed murderous intent. Even if he intercepts it, it may not be a good thing."

"Abbot, you..." Shi Feixuan asked worriedly: "Why did you speak?"

"Oh, the opponent's sword just now not only cracked my tricks, but also stimulated the desires in my heart. If the emotions cannot be blocked, the meditation will naturally be broken." Lekong sighed and stopped explaining. If his martial arts skills were greatly reduced, who would be able to defeat the enemy's three moves, and he would die when he stepped forward.

After a while, Shen Yuanjing rushed back to Luoyang, held the Heshi Bi, and walked into the city without any concealment. With everyone's stunned and searching eyes, he returned to the courtyard.

In just one night, the news that the Heshi Bi fell into his hands spread throughout the Luoyang martial arts world.
Chapter completed!