Seeing Ning Zitong retreat with Flickering Light and Shadow, Fayuan didn't give up. He waited in place. With a wave of his red kasaya sleeve, he took a step in the general direction.
Bam! Bam! Bam! With every step he took, the air beneath his feet would condense into lotuses that reflected a glazed light.
They seemed to be supporting and bouncing at the same time, allowing Fayuan to complete the movement that exceeded Shrinking Ground with ease. He quickly closed in on Phantom King Ning Zitong.
Vajra Sect, Lotus Seal, Lotus Steps!
Seeing this, Lou Cheng found it funny in the changing room. According to Dragon King, these guys only knew how to show off. Why did they have to make the condensed air take the form of lotuses? The most basic "iron plate" shape was enough. The effect was almost the same.
Using more energy and mind to sculpt a "lotus" was a pure waste!
Lou Cheng still remembered Empress Luo being stunned for a while after hearing Dragon King's comments. Her mouth twitched.
"I won't argue with a barbarian …"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Fayuan was fast, but Ning Zitong was fast. Her movements were smooth, agile, and strange, like a shadow moving at high speed. Although the distance between them was sometimes close and sometimes far, most of the time it depended on whether Empress Luo would attempt to attack.
After failing to catch up, Fayuan stopped and stood calmly in place. He wasn't anxious at all, just like when he was practicing Silent Meditation.
The round light behind his head that hid the five Buddha phantoms retracted into his body and appeared in his left and right irises. It dyed the color of his eyes with a glazed luster, clearly reflecting everything he saw and obtained.
If one were to observe carefully, they would be shocked to find that Fayuan's eyes reflected not only what he saw but also what was behind him and above him. There were no blind spots!
Vajra Sect, Wisdom Seal. What you feel is what you see!
The Buddha's Aura that appeared from the combination of Wisdom Fist Seal, Prajna Bodhisattva Body, and Thoughtsteal was a huge burden even for a divine monk at Fa Yuan's level. He couldn't maintain it for ten seconds at most, and then he had to rest for a while before he could use it again.
Thump thump thump! Amidst the illusory footsteps, Ning Zitong suddenly closed in, as if she was about to attack. Her gaze was restrained, without any ripples. She concentrated on suppressing the various thoughts in her mind so that her opponent wouldn't "hear" them.
Just as Fayuan was about to unleash his Vajra Palm, Ning Zitong suddenly pulled her body back and flashed out of his Thoughtsteal range. She was like a robot following a predetermined sequence.
However, Fa Yuan's palms, which were suffused with a faint golden luster, instantly became gentle. He flicked his ten fingers together, and like a lotus flower blooming, he shot out ten brilliant and pure Colored Glass Divine Lights.
Whoosh! Whoosh! The ten beams of light crisscrossed, but they did not directly shoot at Empress Luo. Instead, they sealed off the space she could dodge to her left, right, and up.
Following which, Fayuan clasped his palms together, opened them, and pushed them forward. An endless amount of Buddha's Light burst forth and surged towards Ning Zitong, as if trying to drown her.
"The Great Light Scripture of Buddha", "Buddha's Light Illumination"!
At this moment, Ning Zitong did not choose to dodge or defend against the ten beams of light. Instead, she lowered her waist, got into a horse stance, and used Force Concentration. She threw her right fist forward to take on the Buddha's Light head-on.
Her fist was as white as jade, but the surroundings were dark and gloomy. The darkness thickened instantly, as if a monster lurking in the depths of the universe had opened its huge mouth to devour the light.
Sizzle! The Buddha's Light was not as strong as it appeared. It kept dispersing and disappearing into the darkness, retreating little by little.
At this point, Lou Cheng, who was not on the battlefield and could not sense the subtle danger, suddenly understood that Fa Yuan's Buddha's Light Illumination was a feint and a trap. The ten beams of Buddha's Light Illumination were the real deal. Once Empress Luo dodged, it would be easy. If she dodged to the side and blocked at most four beams in one direction, she would be in danger and fall into a passive state, losing the advantage of her movement.
This was different from the many variations of the Buddha's Light Illumination in the past. It was a technique that Fa Yuan had only recently perfected. Who knew that he would not be able to fool Ning Zitong?
Not only that, but she had also taken advantage of the weakness of the Buddha's Light to attack.
Sizzle!
The darkness expanded rapidly as the Buddha's Light was extinguished one after another. Ning Zitong's figure kept dispersing, finally turning into an overwhelming number of shadows that attacked Fa Yuan. Like countless bats that had been awakened in a dark cave, it was hard to distinguish between reality and illusion.
The eighth move of the Dark Sect, Disintegration. Darkness Reassembly!
This was a powerful defensive move, but it could also be used for offense.
Every shadow contained a portion of Empress Luo's power. It was half real and half fake.
The Dark Sect techniques of the Longhu Club and the Dark Sect techniques of the Guanwai League came from the same source, the Dark Infinite Sutra. However, after generations of Physical Invulnerability experts from both parties perfected and created new techniques (including the inheritance of this technique before it fell into the hands of the military), the styles, characteristics, details, and some of the moves were quite different. Furthermore, the former lacked the ninth move, Dark Devouring Sun. Descent of Eternal Night.
The distance between the two parties closed rapidly. Fa Yuan had no time to form the Buddha's Light of Wisdom. His skinny body suddenly bulged with muscles, the surface of which was flowing with a faint golden glow.
His face was dark gold in color, solemn and dignified. The two circles of light in his eyes became clearer and clearer.
At this moment, Fa Yuan used his fundamental move, Prajna Bodhisattva Body, and used it to push the Wisdom Fist Seal to its limits.
Seeing this, Lou Cheng felt like laughing. It wasn't that he thought there was something wrong with Fa Yuan's reaction. It was just that his current appearance reminded him of the Muscular Tang Sanzang picture that had been popular on the Internet for a while.
"Wukong, dodge! Let me do it!"
Silently, a layer of faint golden flames burned around Fa Yuan's body. It circled and breathed, sacred and dignified.
The shadows of power that Ning Zitong had created were immediately ignited the moment they came into contact with the flames. They quickly disappeared without a trace.
Womb Sect, "Guardian Azure Fire"!
Sizzle!
Bam!
With a loud explosion, the figure of the Ghost King, Ning Zitong, slowly appeared. She "floated" in mid-air, her legs spinning wildly as she drilled towards Fa Yuan. However, she was hit squarely by Fa Yuan's Prajna Punch and was stopped.
At this moment, the remaining shadows retracted and gathered around Ning Zitong. She used the momentum to create something out of nothing. Straightening her back, she went from a half-lying position to a sitting position. Her palms moved in the darkness as she slapped at her opponent's temples. She also hid a downward momentum to prevent her opponent from retracting his neck and bending his knees.
Everything before was just a setup. This was the killer move that she had been preparing for a long time.
At this moment, Fa Yuan's body was surrounded by Guardian Azure Flames as he blocked his opponent's legs with his fists. His momentum was already spent, and he didn't seem to have the time to defend or dodge this ordinary slap.
At this critical juncture, the veins on his neck popped out and expanded like a balloon. He looked like a faint golden python that had swallowed a huge prey.
Bam! He lowered his head, swung his neck, and exerted all his strength. He didn't dodge or block, only attack!
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing echoed. Fa Yuan used the crown of his head to hit Ning Zitong's right palm. He knocked her back, causing the slap on his left to miss.
His scarred head was a faint golden color, but it was actually dark and iron-like.
Daxing Secret Art, Iron Head Technique!
This was a common technique that Fa Yuan had casually practiced in the past. He didn't expect it to have such an effect now.
Of course, without the force of the Python Swallow, the Iron Head Technique alone wouldn't be able to block the Ghost King's slap.
Even so, when the color faded, there was still a beautiful handprint on the side of Fa Yuan's head. There was a dark precipitate inside, like green but not green, and contained poison.
Bam! Fa Yuan stepped on the lotus and took the initiative to distance himself. His eyes were a little dizzy.
Ning Zitong's attack didn't land. She immediately calmed down and started to fight again.
Both parties went back and forth for nearly half an hour. The square was filled with marks, and darkness and Buddha's Light alternated.
This was the situation that Ning Zitong was best at. She slowly but surely wore down Fa Yuan.
However, under the mental influence of the relics in the pagoda, her every move was more strenuous than usual. Fa Yuan, on the other hand, could silently use the simplified Swastika Formula to recover part of his condition. The scales of victory started to tilt in his favor.
Just as it was about to be too late, Ning Zitong, who was moving in the distance, suddenly smiled. She formed a seal with her hands and said in a low voice,
"Wholeness!"
Lou Cheng's Nine Words Formula was collected together with the military. They complemented each other. Since Ning Zitong had accumulated so many "merits," it was only natural that she would choose some secret techniques to practice.
Once she used the Wholeness Formula, Ning Zitong immediately felt invigorated. She didn't look tired at all.
This time, she didn't move around. Instead, she closed in on Fa Yuan and launched a series of attacks. Bam!
Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! After repeated collisions, Fa Yuan's Dark Sect force, which had been accumulating in his body for a long time, gradually increased. It made it difficult for him to exert his strength, making it hard for him to breathe.
Bam!
Seizing this opportunity, Ning Zitong turned and appeared behind Fa Yuan like a ghost. Her palm hovered behind Fa Yuan's head.
While Fa Yuan was dizzy, he heard the other party's clear and mature voice transmission.
"Big monk, you've lost."
Ning Zitong seemed to have returned to the past. She didn't call him Old Monk, but Big Monk.
At this moment, the referee raised his right hand and announced the result.
"Ning Zitong wins the first round!"
Just as he finished speaking, Wisdom King, Zhi Hai, who was in the home team's changing room, stood up and walked out.
The core of Daxing Temple's Forbidden Territory was the Vairocana Body. Fa Yuan practiced the Righteous Body, the Prajna Bodhisattva Body. Zhi Hai practiced the Vairocana Body of the Vairocana Body, the Body of the Demon Vanquishing Body, and the Unmovable Body of the Wisdom King.
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