Jun Mo walked into the back temple of Lanke. The yellow-robed monks on the stone ground surrounded him while chanting. The iron pestles and copper bowls in their hands were thrown at him like raindrops. Some cultivators with higher states and faster reflexes also used their flying swords.
Sometimes, a quick reaction wasn't a good thing, just like this moment.
Jun Mo waved his sleeves, and the Qi of Heaven and Earth in the courtyard was thrown into chaos. Countless copper alms and iron pestles shot back, and those monks were smashed by their natal items until they were covered in blood. Some of them were about to die.
Then he looked coldly at the cultivators with higher cultivation and faster reactions. Those cultivators immediately felt the pressure enter their bodies. More than a dozen flying swords were struck down by the autumn rain. Some cultivators' seas of consciousness were even shattered, and they vomited blood and died.
Miserable howls could be heard on the stone platform. Broken limbs flew in all directions and blood flowed like a river. Even though the autumn rain was getting heavier, it could not be washed away in a short period of time. A thick smell of blood tore apart the tranquil atmosphere of the ancient temple.
Ye Su looked at the wooden sword quietly. The rain hit the surface of the sword and washed away the two white marks left by Ning Que's Two Talismans. Then he raised his head and looked at the man wearing a crown.
Jun Mo saw that there was no longer a black horse carriage under the stone steps in front of the hall. He looked at the chessboard in front of Master Qishan and calmed down slightly. He felt a gaze on him and turned to look, just in time to meet Ye Su's gaze.
The two of them did not speak, their expressions indifferent.
With a clang, Ye Su unsheathed his wooden sword and stabbed at Jun Mo in the autumn rain.
At this moment, Jun Mo finally drew his sword.
He had broken through the Light of Buddha tactical array and walked into the Lanke Temple. Along the way, everything that stood in his way was shaken away. He had not drawn his sword because he had not met anyone worthy of his sword. Ye Su was a Taoist Wayfarer and a cultivation genius who had seen through life and death more than ten years ago. Naturally, he was worthy of drawing his sword.
Jun Mo wore a tall hat and a broad belt. His robe was loose, and it was impossible to see where the sword box was.
But when his sword appeared, everyone in the temple could see it.
This was because his sword was different from the swords of all the other swordsmen in the world. The body of the sword was extremely wide, so wide that it was hard to imagine. It did not look like a sword at all, but more like a square piece of metal.
Such a square piece of metal was extremely conspicuous. It was difficult to miss it.
Jun Mo's sword was meant for everyone to see.
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Mr. Second of the Academy and the sword of Haotian Taoism finally met in the autumn rain at the Lanke Temple.
Ye Su's sword was traceless, soundless, emotionless, and senseless. Walking in the autumn rain, it was as if it had become the real autumn rain. It could moisten everything silently, but it did not have the mercy of the spring rain on life.
Jun Mo's sword, on the other hand, moved in a straight line in the rain. Every time he reached the end, he would seriously violate the rules of sword controlling in the heart of a cultivator and suddenly turn back, still moving in a straight line.
Ye Su's Sword of Dao was the slightest cold wind and the lightest autumn rain. It could enter everything in the world.
Jun Mo's iron sword was square to the extreme. Wind and rain could not enter it.
In an extremely short period of time, the wooden sword and the iron sword collided countless times in the rain, but it also seemed like they didn't collide even once. The autumn rain was forced to fly sideways by these two powerful sword moves.
Suddenly, Jun Mo's expression turned cold. He turned around and dashed towards the temple without hesitation!
At this moment, Ye Su's wooden sword was moving unstoppably in the autumn rain, and was about to reach the area three zhang behind him.
Jun Mo looked at Qi Nian in the temple with a pale face. He waved his wide sleeves behind him.
The square and wide iron sword whistled back from the west wall of the temple. It no longer drew a square pattern like before, but began to draw a simple straight line. It looked straighter and harder, and therefore more powerful!
Ye Su looked at Jun Mo who was walking towards the temple. He turned around indifferently and no longer looked at him. Instead, he looked at the courtyard wall at the back of the temple and the eaves at the bottom of the slope. There was a hint of lightning in his eyes!
Jun Mo walked towards the dilapidated temple while Ye Su looked at the courtyard wall and the eaves. They were both the most powerful and the proudest of the younger generation. If they wanted to look, they would look at each other. If they didn't, they would turn around.
The rain clouds above the Lanke Temple were getting brighter. Lightning struck and thunder roared. The wooden sword passing through the autumn rain seemed to be struck by lightning. It shone and continued to stab towards Jun Mo with the power of wind and thunder!
The iron sword and the wooden sword finally collided at a visible level.
The autumn rain dispersed and thunder roared!
Ye Su's swordsmanship seemed to have understood the truth of the world and was even half a step into the state of Tianqi!
Jun Mo still did not look back. He was still rushing towards the temple.
He did not have his own rules, nor could he borrow the power of Haotian like other cultivators. However, he and his iron sword believed in a certain rule. It was so indestructible that the rule, in a sense, had become his own rule. That rule was the order.
What his iron sword protected was absolute order.
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Qi Nian's lips were a little pale. They were soaked in the autumn rain and still looked a little dry. When they moved slightly, they were like withered leaves in the rain, gently trembling.
The people around the stone steps in front of the temple were extremely shocked. Their expressions changed dramatically because they knew that they would soon see the legendary silent meditation in the cultivation world being broken with a single sentence.
Qi Nian, the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect, had been practicing silent meditation for 16 years and had never broken it. Even in the snow forest by the lake in Chang 'an, when he faced the mysterious Twenty-Three-Year Cicada Cultivation Master of the Devil's Doctrine, he still did not break it.
One could imagine what it meant to break it after 16 years of silent meditation.
Qi Nian's lips opened slightly and half of his broken tongue could be vaguely seen. His expression was very calm and he said a word softly. Because he had not spoken for a long time, it seemed a little unclear.
"Ji."
He said it so casually that no one could feel it. It was like the first word spoken by someone who had not spoken for 16 years. It was very different from what people had imagined.
It was quiet in the back temple of Lanke.
The stone statue of Buddha on the peak of Wa Mountain seemed to have heard the word. The face of Buddha, which was carved from stone, suddenly became vivid and extremely compassionate.
There was a hole in the right palm of the stone statue, which was facing the foot of the mountain. The Primordial Thirteen Arrows had made a hole. The hole did not change. Instead, the Light of Buddha from the palm disappeared.
The Light of Buddha appeared on Qi Nian's body.
His gaze fell on the chessboard.
The ground of the old temple began to shake violently. The monks and cultivators who were lying in pools of blood were shaken into the air. Countless cracks appeared on the walls of the middle temple and the front temple.
A mute bell, which was swinging slightly by the plum tree outside the temple, suddenly suspended in the air. Dense cracks appeared on the surface of the ancient bell and then it exploded like a flower!
The bell cracked like a tile!
The plum tree turned into snow!
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In the autumn rain, Second Brother's black hair and ribbons danced behind him. He was extremely angry.
Then, he did something that no one could have imagined. Even the equally proud Ye Su could not have imagined.
He reached out to recall his wide and square iron sword. He did not even care about the Taoist Sword behind him that carried the power of wind and thunder. With an angry roar, he threw the iron sword at Qi Nian who was in front of the temple!
Jun Mo's action was equivalent to leaving his back to Ye Su.
He was the proud and powerful Mr. Second of the Academy. But leaving his back to Ye Su, who was half a step into the Tianqi State, was no different than committing suicide!
Ye Su looked at the temple wall that was wet by the autumn rain and sensed the changes behind him. He suddenly became serious and thought in shock, "This person has a strong will!"
Jun Mo withdrew his sword, which was an invitation for Ye Su to kill him. He was betting on whether Ye Su dared to kill him!
Ye Su sighed and withdrew his sword.
Jun Mo won, or he won the bet.
However, under such circumstances, who in the world dared to make such a bet except for Second Brother of the Academy?
Or, Jun Mo predicted that Ye Su would definitely withdraw his sword. Then was it still a bet?
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The wide and straight iron sword left Jun Mo's hand and rubbed against the air at a high speed, with a ray of bright light. Before the sword edge, the stone steps were twisted and cracked. No one dared to block it!
The power of this throw was vaguely similar to Liu Bai's Sword from Outer Sky!
Just when Qi Nian's eyes were about to fall on the chessboard, the iron sword arrived.
The iron sword cut off his eyes and fell on the chessboard.
After 16 years, the word "Ji" that Qi Nian said was still floating inconspicuously in the autumn rain.
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The autumn rain was silent, but the temple collapsed.
Amidst the continuous rumbling, the Buddhist hall gradually collapsed and turned into ruins.
The smoke and dust in the sky were gradually collected by the rain.
Jun Mo walked into the ruins of the Buddha Hall. His face was a little pale and his robe was a little dirty. His eyebrows, which used to be absolutely symmetrical, were a little messy.
He did not see the chessboard.
After a moment of silence, he picked up the somewhat deformed iron sword from the bricks and wood in front of him and slowly straightened the iron sword with his arms. Although it was not too straight, it was enough to chop someone.
Then he looked at Qi Nian.
The president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple recovered some of his cultivation after a moment of breathing. His left hand trembled. He picked up the Yue laan Bell left by Buddha from the pool of blood in front of him and threw it to the steps!
Jun Mo did not even look at it. He stretched out his left hand and grabbed the bronze bell in the air.
The remaining Buddha nature in the Yue laan Bell felt the disrespect of this hand and trembled angrily.
Jun Mo's left hand was very steady. His knuckles were slender and the Buddha light of the bronze bell seeped out from his fingers.
His knuckles were slightly white and he silently exerted his strength.
With a cracking sound, the Yue laan Bell turned into scrap metal in his palm!
Ning Que could not touch the Yue laan Bell because Buddha believed that he was evil. Second Brother could touch the Yue laan Bell because even the aura left by Buddha could feel his disrespect, but could not think that he was evil.
Jun Mo was righteous and confident. He would not be confused by anything. Moreover, he hated Buddha the most in his life. He thought to himself, If I am evil, then what are you, Buddha?
The sacred object of the Buddhism Sect had been destroyed. As the bell bearer, Master Boshu's heart ached and his Buddhist heart was greatly shaken. His face turned extremely pale and he shouted angrily, "Jun Mo, how dare you!"
Jun Mo glanced at the president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple and tightened his right hand that was holding the iron sword.
With a swoosh, the remaining left arm of Boshu was detached from his body and fell into the autumn rain.
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