In the Buddhist hall. Ye Yuhua was chanting in meditation. Her gentle face exuded a holy light. It was as if she could ascend to heaven at any time. Even if Li Jing trained in the temple for another hundred years, she would not be able to reach this level.
Ye Yuhua was not in a hurry.
No matter how anxious Li Jing was, it was useless.
Of course, the old monk on the mountainside was also her greatest hope.
With him around. It would be difficult for anyone to ascend the mountain.
Ye Yuhua opened her eyes after chanting the last line of the scripture. Her eyes were like stars, as vast as the sea. It was as if these beautiful eyes contained all the changes in the world, omniscient and omnipotent.
"He's here?" Ye Yuhua opened her mouth and said slowly.
"He's here!" Li Jing's tone was deep and her eyes were slightly unfocused. "He's finally here!"
Ye Yuhua looked up and glanced at Li Jing. "So what if he's here."
"We didn't go look for him. He actually dared to come up. "Li Jing gritted her teeth. "It seems that he has improved in the past twenty years. Otherwise, how would he dare to challenge Bai Wuxia again? "
Ye Yuhua chuckled. "Who told you that Bai Wuxia is not willing to accept his challenge?"
"Hmm?" Li Jing frowned. She did not understand what Ye Yuhua meant.
"Not to mention twenty years. Even if he meditated for a lifetime. Martial arts is also his lifelong pursuit. How would he leave it behind? "Ye Yuhua said slowly. "Maybe he also wants this day to come sooner. After all, this mountain is too boring. "
Li Jing heard this and came to a sudden realization. "That's true. Senior Brother Bai has been a monk for more than twenty years. He must be itching for a fight. "
After a short pause, Li Jing's expression fell into silence again. She sneaked a peek at Ye Yuhua. Her lips were slightly pursed. She was very hesitant.
"Say it." Ye Yuhua said slowly.
"Xiao Zheng is here too." Li Jing said helplessly. "If I'm not wrong, it's Mu Qingsong who brought him here."
Ye Yuhua frowned and then said with relief, "He has become smarter after not seeing him for so many years."
"Smarter?" Li Jing was slightly stunned. Then she understood what Ye Yuhua meant.
How did he become smarter?
Because Mu Qingsong knew how to manipulate people's hearts!
In this world, how many people and things could disturb Senior Sister's Dao Heart?
Xiao Zheng was definitely one of them!
Without Xiao Zheng, Mu Qingsong's trip might have been in vain. But the appearance of Xiao Zheng — — may have a huge change in the situation.
In fact, apart from challenging Bai Wuxia, what was Mu Qingsong's greater purpose in coming up the mountain?
It was to ascend to the top to meet his senior sister!
See her for what?
Kill them!
Why did he have to kill them?
Because Senior Sister had taken everything from him and chased him out of Hua Xia!
Today, he came back for revenge!
…
The mountain wind was fierce.
Xiao Zheng slowly took a few steps back.
This battle did not belong to him.
This was a duel between two peak experts.
The unparalleled Bai Wuxia, the Love Monk who shocked the world with his dragon hands.
The other person was Hua Xia's most famous martial arts fanatic. The abnormal expert who once fought the Eight Greats in the world.
Even though Xiao Zheng had experienced several peak battles, he was still looking forward to the duel between these two people.
How would their duel begin and how would it end?
Xiao Zheng's heart was beating violently, and his blood was boiling rapidly!
Whoosh whoosh!
A gust of wind swept across. The two people standing opposite each other did not move at all. You look at me, and I look at you. Like a pair of old friends, they stared at each other calmly. There was no movement.
But in just a moment, Xiao Zheng felt two majestic and unparalleled auras rushing to the sky. Before he could carefully appreciate the terrifying pressure of the collision between the two experts. Mu Qingsong moved.
He took a step forward with his left foot. His body moved like a shadow, like a ghost, very slowly and very quickly came to the front of Bai Wuxia.
In an instant — Boom!
In the shadow, a fist with unparalleled power blasted toward Bai Wuxia!
The iron fist was invincible!
The fist was wrapped in terrifying power, as if it could shatter the world, and the air shook. The seemingly ordinary fist seemed to be able to destroy the world. The vast and unparalleled power blasted toward Bai Wuxia.
Was this — the ultimate strength of the creator of the Eight Greats, Mu Qingsong?
Xiao Zheng wondered, if the one facing this fist was not Bai Wuxia, but himself, what should he do? Should he avoid the attack, or should he face it head-on?
Roar!
Bai Wuxia, whose combat strength remained unchanged, gave the answer.
His final answer was exactly the same as Xiao Zheng's!
He did not avoid the attack, but met it head-on!
He suddenly stretched out his right hand. Bai Wuxia, who was dressed in green, seemed to be possessed by a divine dragon. Waves of dragon roars rose to the sky, and dragon breaths sprayed out. It made Xiao Zheng's heart tremble, and he could not control himself.
Was this the real Dragon's Hand?
Was this the divine skill of World Seeker?
Xiao Zheng held his breath. He felt the terrifying divine skills of the two peerless powerhouses!
Mu Qingsong's divine skill seemed to attract the terrifying power of nature, causing the world to tremble. It had the power to destroy everything. On the other hand, Bai Wuxia's Dragon's Hand seemed to attract the power of the gods, and waves of dragon's might that seemed to be tangible came sweeping over. It was as if he had turned into a giant dragon in an instant, and it was as if he was a dragon himself!
The dragon's roar shook the sky, and it was matchless!
Clang!
Mu Qingsong's iron fist did not hit the old monk Bai Wuxia, but it was taken down by the old monk's Dragon's Hand. He turned his wrist and gently touched the back of Mu Qingsong's hand. Then, the power of Mu Qingsong's iron fist seemed to be swallowed by the divine dragon, and the majestic power suddenly weakened. Vanishing into the world!
However, the attack did not succeed.
However, Mu Qingsong's iron fist suddenly spread out. When his five fingers relaxed, it was as if stormy waves were spewing out from his palm, and waves of incomparably ferocious power gushed out.
He withdrew his fist.
It turned into a palm.
It was completed in an instant. However, Xiao Zheng seemed to smell the salty smell of the sea in the air. It was extremely terrifying!
"Eh?"
The old monk let out a sound of surprise.
Seeing that Mu Qingsong's iron palm, which was even more ferocious than the iron fist, was coming towards him, he slid back slightly. His left hand, which was naturally hanging down, drew a line in the air and forcibly caught this earth-shattering palm!
Pop!
Their palms collided. Xiao Zheng only heard a sound like an explosion. It shook his ears slightly. His face was full of shock.
Thump, thump.
Bai Wuxia took two steps back. Mu Qingsong stood still on the spot. It was as if the punch and the palm were just a small test to him. However, when he looked at Bai Wuxia again, his face was full of confusion. Although he was not injured, he was extremely curious about Mu Qingsong's palm.
In the past, Bai Wuxia used this Dragon's Hand to break Mu Qingsong's iron fist. It was slightly better than him.
However, today, Mu Qingsong cleverly broke Bai Wuxia's famous divine skill. Then, he took the Dragon's Hand head-on. It forced him to take two steps back.
In this way, the two of them won one round each. It was a tie!
"Phew —"
Xiao Zheng exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and thought to himself, "The power of Mu Qingsong's punch and palm is not below Soros's Hand of God. Or even stronger. Even though I have improved after a few tough battles. I might not have the confidence to take it head-on. This Mu Qingsong is indeed unusually powerful and awe-inspiring. "
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