Yanyulou

On the streets of the capital city, there was heavy rain and thunder.

Under the heavy rain, the monk in Tsing Yi stepped forward, holding a purple gold bowl, and the rain did not touch his body.

All living beings are suffering, Fahai crosses the sea, even if he is in the world of mortals, he will not be touched by the air of mortals.

Fa Hai's footsteps were firm and heavy, and every step made splashes of water. The strange thing was that the Buddha's shoes were always dry.

In the purple gold bowl, the golden light looms, like a golden ocean, the thousand-year-old sacred weapon of Buddhism, exterminating demons and demons, reappearing the holy power at present.

"Amitabha!"

Fa Hai stared at the criss-crossing thunder in the sky, and a little light flashed in his calm eyes.

Monsters cannibalize people, polar night falls, and perhaps the catastrophe has already begun.

"Quick, don't let the little monk and the witch escape!"

At the back of the street, teams of forbidden troops ran past, splashing water everywhere. Emperor Shang personally ordered the arrest of Fozi and Princess Qingqing, which alarmed even the most elite forbidden troops of the Great Shang Dynasty.

"Little brother, don't let master and brother down!"

Fa Hai said something softly, and immediately stepped forward to continue walking forward.

"boom!"

In the sky, thunder breaks through the sky, illuminating the dim world.

The day is over and the night is coming.

Li Yuan, Li Ziye and Bai Wangyu walked out, walked around the streets of the city, and then separated.

"Demon!"

On the street, Fahai's expression froze suddenly, and he looked forward.

Zijin Bo also vibrated at this moment, feeling this extremely obvious monster breath.

Seeing this, Fa Hai immediately quickened his pace and rushed towards the direction where the evil spirit appeared.

Under the heavy rain, the figure of Bai Wangyu in a white Confucian robe hurried past at an extremely fast speed, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Not long after, Fa Hai's figure appeared from behind, and his footsteps became faster and faster.

"boom!"

In the dark night, thunder fell from the sky, and in an instant, it illuminated the two people in front and behind the street.

Bai Wangyu felt that the monk was getting closer behind him, and his figure was a little faster.

"This is?"

After chasing for several streets, Fahai raised his head and looked ahead, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Such a strong aura of righteousness, there is the Taixue Palace!

In front of Taixue Palace, Bai Wangyu rushed towards him, just about to enter, suddenly, a ray of Buddha's light rushed towards him, and the purple golden bowl was up and down, blocking the way forward.

Bai Wangyu stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked behind, a flash of concentration flashed across his face.

The Buddhist Fahai is really extraordinary.

On the east side of the Taixue Palace, in the small courtyard, the head of Confucianism stood under the eaves, watching the outside of the Taixue, without any waves in his old eyes.

Unexpectedly, Buddha's calamity would involve all three of them.

Demon, how will it end?

No one is an exception in this catastrophe of all beings, whether it is the son of Buddha or the future helm of Confucianism.

Wangyu, can you do it?

In front of the Taixue Palace, Bai Wangyu stared at the monk in Tsing Yi who was coming from behind, his expression condensed.

"Confucianism, have you fallen too?"

At the end of the street, Fa Hai stepped forward, looked at the young man in front of him, and said, "Put down the demon behind you, poor monk, let you go."

"Sorry, it can't be done."

Bai Wangyu pulled out the Taiyi sword, and replied with his gaze turned cold.

"That can only be offended!"

Fahai raised his hand, the Buddha's light flourished, and he wanted to capture the great disciple of Confucianism.

Bai Wangyu stepped on his foot, and his figure retreated quickly, wanting to bypass the purple gold bowl in front of the Taixue and return to the Taixue Palace.

However, Fa Hai's figure passed by first and blocked the front.

"boom!"

The sword edge and the purple gold bowl collided, and the huge impact spread out. Bai Wangyu was backlashed by the aftermath, and vermilion was seen at the corner of his mouth.

The huge gap in cultivation was irreparable, stronger than Bai Wangyu, who was one of the strongest in the younger generation, with just one move, he was completely defeated.

The Taixue Palace is already close in front of us, however, this distance of less than ten feet seems to be far away now.

In order to delay the time, Bai Wangyu suppressed his wound, swung his sword, stepped forward, and rushed forward.

With a bang, righteousness and Buddha power collided, Fa Hai stretched out his hand and directly held Taiyi Jianfeng, looked at the person in front of him, and said calmly, "Perhaps, with your aptitude, you will be able to surpass the poor monk in a few years, but, not now."

As soon as the words fell, Fa Hai's body erupted with Buddha energy, and the big Confucian disciple in front of him was shocked back.

The gap in the number of years of practice caused an irreparable gap in cultivation. Ten steps away, Bai Wangyu staggered and stabilized his steps, blood dripping from the hand holding the sword.

"The poor monk doesn't want to hurt you, please put down the monster behind you."

In front of Taixue Palace, Fa Hai looked at the young man in front of him and said again.

"Can't do it."

Bai Wangyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. The Taiyi sword in his hand lay in front of him, and he pointed at the sword. The moment the blood stained the blade of the sword, endless righteousness surged out.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Fahai showed surprise on his face.

Hiding Qi in the sword?

"Breakthrough!"

With a deep shout, in front of Bai Wangyu, the mighty righteousness in the sword surged into his body frantically, and he rushed towards Shenzang with one step.

Amidst the rumbling sound, Haoran's righteous energy broke through the third divine treasure in Bai Wangyu's body, and immediately, the aura of heaven and earth surged violently, quickly filling the dry divine treasure.

"With such martial arts attainments, you shouldn't sink."

Fa Hai looked at the astonishing performance of the young man in front of him, and calmly said, "Let's let go of your attachments, as long as you concentrate on hard work, you will soon surpass the poor monk."

"Can't do it!"

Bai Wangyu replied for the third time.

"Amitabha!"

After repeated persuasion, but the young man in front of him was obsessed with obsession, Fa Hai didn't want to say any more. He recited the Buddha's name, and the five sacred treasures around him opened at the same time.

"Five realms."

Bai Wangyu looked at the five dazzling acupoints lit up on the person in front of him, his expression darkened.

"Handmaster!"

At the same time, in the Taixue Palace, Wen Xiuru, the second disciple of the Confucian School, looked at the Master of Fa and Confucianism in front of him, and pleaded, "Could it be that we just want to watch something happen to the big brother?"

"It's the path he chose."

Master Faru calmly said, "You have to bear the consequences yourself!"

Outside the Taixue Palace, it was raining heavily, and Bai Wangyu's right hand was bloody, facing the great practitioners of the five realms, but he refused to retreat half a step.

He knew that if he retreated, Brother Li would be in danger.

"Awe-inspiring Chapter!"

With a soft drink, Bai Wangyu's body was blazing with white light, and a majestic and endless righteousness rose up, blazing and dazzling, and the turbulent heat wave evaporated all the surrounding rainwater.

"The style of a gentleman."

The sword energy pierced the air, and the righteousness was magnificent. In the dark night, the bright sword pierced through the darkness and slashed at the Buddha in front of him.

"boom!"

Fa Hai held up the purple golden bowl to block Tai Yi's sword energy, at the same time, he slammed his palm on the former's chest.

"Uh!"

With a muffled grunt, he retreated several steps, blood pools overflowed from the corner of Bai Wangyu's mouth, wounds added to the wounds.

"Handmaster!"

Inside the Taixue Palace, Wen Xiuru felt that the situation of the big brother outside was getting worse, and said anxiously, "If you don't take action, the big brother may really be in danger!"

In front of him, Master Faru clenched his hands tightly. Finally, with a sigh in his heart, he turned his back and said nothing more.

Forget the words, why bother!

"Awe-inspiring Chapter!"

Outside the Taixue Palace, Bai Wangyu, who was seriously injured, endured his injuries, opened the way of blood with his sword, and regained his righteousness, and a waterfall of blood was dazzling.

"The world of mortals is rolling!"

The sword light that pierced the night was dazzling with blood, and with the blood as a guide, the sword's power was earth-shattering.

Ahead, Fa Hai looked at the blood-colored sword light coming through the sky in front of him, frowned slightly, and waved the purple gold bowl, shaking it away to move.

Unexpectedly, the moment the bloody sword energy dissipated, a flash of sword light galloped in front of him, reaching the limit in an instant.

"Ok?"

Fahai's expression changed, he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately retreated.

However, it was already a step too late.

With a squeak, Taiyi's sword edge cut through the monk's robe, bringing out a cascade of dazzling blood. Since the war, the monk was injured for the first time.

"This is not Confucian martial arts."

Fa Hai shook his palms to start the battle, glanced at the wound on his chest, his expression sank, and he said coldly.

"puff!"

Ten steps away, Bai Wangyu staggered again, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the injuries in his body became more and more difficult to suppress.

"This is indeed not Confucian martial arts."

Bai Wangyu stabilized his figure, raised the sword in his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "This is Feixian Jue."

"The number one method in the world, Feixian Jue?"

Hearing this, Fa Hai's eyes sank, and he said, "You are not specialized in Feixian Jue, but you can practice this method to such an extent. A Confucian disciple, your talent is astonishing."

"Excessive reputation."

Bai Wangyu raised his head, looked at the heavy rain in the sky, and replied softly.

In Taixue Palace, dozens of eyes watched the battle outside, anxious and helpless.

"It's so annoying!"

In the north courtyard, Yao Guihai slapped the table in front of him, and said angrily, "Is this the only way to watch?"

"The four masters have ordered that people from the Confucian sect must not interfere in this battle."

Li Hanqing said coldly, "Unless Xiao Wangyu can enter the Taixue Palace by his own ability."

"How to get in!"

Yao Guihai said angrily, "The person in front of him is a great practitioner of the five realms. No matter how strong Xiao Wangyu is, it is impossible to escape from the hands of a great practitioner of the five realms."

"Stop arguing!"

In the courtyard, Chen Qiaoer, who had not spoken all the time, shouted coldly, "Is there anything impossible? Didn't he just give that bald donkey a sword? The third level hurts the fifth level. Can any of you do it?" , Shut up and wait, as long as Xiao Wangyu enters Taixue, we will immediately take over this battle."

Li Hanqing and Yao Guihai heard the words, suppressed their anger and nodded, stopped arguing, and concentrated on waiting for the miracle to appear.

Outside Taixue Palace, the rain is getting heavier.

"Old Bai, remember, after you attract the attention of that bald donkey with the body of this monster on your back, you must go to the Taixue Palace as soon as possible. Palace, so, as long as you arrive at Taixue, you will be safe."

"Brother Li, don't worry, I will do my best."

"It's not about trying your best, but about doing it for sure. Remember, don't love to fight."

"I see!"

"Old White."

"Huh? What's the matter, Brother Li, do you have any other explanations?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen!"

Outside the Taixue, under the pouring rain, Bai Wangyu, covered in blood, was thinking about Li Ziye's explanation when he parted, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

Brother Li, it seems that this time, I will break my promise.

When the sword was raised, blood gushed out, dyed the sword edge red, and Bai Wangyu swung the sword, blood soaring into the sky.

"Forbidden!"