dark night.

The bonfire dances, reflecting the nine-day cold moon.

Under the moon, the sound of battle was loud and the sword light was dazzling.

In the dazzling golden Buddha field, the figures of the two people kept intertwining, and the battle became more and more intense.

The battle, which seemed to be unchanged, was changing subtly.

"Buddha is using Confucianism to improve his own domain!" Outside the battle, Faru opened his eyes and said in shock.

Under the current situation, Fozi could obviously end the battle quickly, but he has delayed it until now, obviously for ulterior motives.

"In battle, the best way to improve your strength is to hone yourself."

On the side, Confucius responded calmly, "This battle will also determine whether Xiu Ru can fulfill his potential and truly reach the level of his senior brother and Sanzang."

When Fa Ru heard the words of the Confucian leader, he looked forward, clenched his hands tightly, and his eyes were full of worry.

As a teacher, how can you not hope that your disciples can surpass themselves? Teachers, teachers and fathers all want their children to succeed after all.

Under the gaze of the two people, in the battle ahead, the palms and swords clashed, Fo Yuan, and Haoran's righteousness impacted each other, and the two of them each took three steps back.

"Haoran chapter, three points of Lingxu!"

When the battle reaches a fever pitch, Wen Xiuru concentrates his energy, and the wind and clouds on his sword change, rolling with great force and overwhelming momentum.

Then, with a slash of his sword, he shattered the Buddha's teachings.

Visible to the naked eye, Haoran's sword cuts through the Buddha's domain, and the sword energy instantly reaches Sanzang.

"Amitabha."

With the sword energy close to him, Sanzang's expression remained calm, his hands clasped together, the golden light around his body flourished, a bright mirror appeared, and he blocked Haoran's sword with a loud bang.

"Um?"

Seeing this, Wen Xiuru narrowed his eyes slightly.

Not quite right.

It seemed that no matter how high his offensive was, Sanzang was able to neutralize it just right.

There are problems in this area.

Thinking of this, Wen Xiuru closed his eyes, relaxed his spiritual consciousness, and felt the power of the realm with his mind's eye.

"Xiu Ru seems to have noticed something unusual!"

Outside the battle, Fa Ru saw his disciple's reaction, his expression condensed, and he said.

"not bad."

On the side, Confucius responded in a calm tone, "Now, it depends on how far you can cultivate Confucianism."

While the two were talking, in the battle ahead, Wen Xiuru closed his eyes and felt the realm with his mind's eye, and his expression immediately changed.

Under the cover of the Buddha's realm, the monstrous evil energy surges into the sky, endless and shocking.

The next moment, Wen Xiuru opened his eyes, held the sword in front of him, and passed the sword with three fingers, soaring to the sky.

"Haoran Chapter, Yun'ao Poshen Ruins!"

In the chapter of Haoran, Yun Ao's move first appears. In an instant, the majestic and endless Haoran's righteous energy gathers and rushes out of the Buddha's realm. Yun Ao transforms and swoops down.

But after hearing an earth-shattering collision, Yun Ao broke through the Buddha's realm. Suddenly, the golden light shattered, and the real Buddha's realm appeared.

At night, a monstrous black demonic energy surged into the sky, covering the sky and the sun. In the demonic aura, an image of a ferocious demon Buddha appeared. The terrifying aura made people shudder.

"It turns out that this is the realm of Buddhist disciples."

During the battle, Wen Xiuru looked at the changes in the scene around him and said.

"Amitabha."

In front of the image of the demon Buddha, Sanzang, who was full of demonic aura, softly recited the Buddha's name and responded, "Since Brother Wen has seen through the trick of the young monk, the young monk will not hide it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sanzang threw the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the endless demonic energy turned into huge skulls and rushed forward.

Seeing this, Wen Xiuru advanced instead of retreating, and rushed forward with his sword in hand.

Unexpectedly.

At this moment, under the two people's feet, black air surged into the sky, trapping the Confucian's body.

"This is?"

Wen Xiuru paused and looked at the black hands below that were pulling into his ankles, his expression darkened.

There was a moment of stagnation. In front of him, Sanzang's figure had arrived, and he struck out with a palm, the power of which was shocking.

At the critical moment, Wen Xiuru held his sword in front of him, trying to block the former's palm force.

With the impact of his palm, Wen Xiuru's body flew out, staggering to the ground three feet away, with blood silently dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"not good."

Outside the battle, Fa Ru's expression changed slightly when he saw this scene.

Xiu Confucianism is going to lose.

On the side, Confucius' eyes also became serious.

Now is the critical moment for whether cultivators can break through themselves.

The power of the domain is indeed very powerful, but it is not superior to other powers.

The key is the degree of control over power.

At night, in the black demonic aura that fills the sky, Sanzang's aura is getting stronger and stronger. Hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of palms appear under the two people's feet, like black waves, constantly swaying, as if they are going to drag them into hell.

.

"Demon God Technique!"

Seeing that the situation was advantageous, Sanzang did not hesitate, condensed the demon essence in his palm, and reappeared the martial arts.

"Six desires are overwhelming!"

The secret technique of the demon race appeared in the world, and in the realm of the demon Buddha, Sanzang's figure disappeared, and the black air flow surged out, one after another, towards the opponent in front.

After a breath, in the middle of the battle, black auras came close to him, and then passed through Wen Xiuru's body.

Then, Sanzang's figure appeared out of thin air and slapped his chest with a palm.

"Lost."

Outside the battle, Fa Ru sighed softly and said after seeing this result.

"No."

On the side, Confucius said solemnly, "Not yet."

Before the words of the Confucian leader had finished, in the middle of the battle, at the moment when Sanzang's palm was struck, Wen Xiuru took half a step back. Under him, the Tai Chi Yin Yang fish appeared, and the ice true energy merged with the demonic energy that had entered the body before.

The power of cold and the power of Haoran of the major cultivator have reached a true balance.

"Tai Chi Jin, return to the original state!"

At close range, the power of Tai Chi immediately counterattacked with a palm, as powerful as the sky.

Sanzang's expression darkened slightly. In front of him, the demonic energy gathered sharply and turned into a black mirror, blocking the front.

"boom!"

With the power of a palm and stepping hard, the black mirror instantly cracked, and in the blink of an eye, it shattered.

Then, a palm fell, and Sanzang slid out a few steps. Seven steps away, he exerted force on his feet to stop his retreat.

In front, Wen Xiuru stood there, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't make any move.

The counterattack, although stunning, was exhausting and could not change the outcome of the battle.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang restrained his demonic aura, and the demon Buddha realm quickly disappeared. He looked at the person in front of him and asked with concern, "Brother Wen, how are you?"

"No problem."

Wen Xiuru stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Buddha, you are indeed one of the four great geniuses in the world. I lost this battle."

"The young monk just took advantage of the demon clan's regeneration power."

Sanzang stepped forward and said seriously, "In terms of real strength, the young monk may not be much better than Brother Wen."

"Confucian head."

Outside the battle, Fa Ru said solemnly, "Xiu Ru's last strike seems to have used the Buddha's demonic power for his own use."

"The great road has no dispute."

Confucius replied calmly, "The young people of this generation are really amazing, and so are the Confucian practitioners."

With these children here, the calamity of winter may not be unbreakable.
Chapter completed!