Tong Zhi first took a defensive stance, and when he finally saw the flower head inside the Xuan Shuang's body, he smiled and said, "Your martial arts are indeed somewhat advanced, but unfortunately you still can't compare to my Shaolin Pai's Xuan Men's internal energy." As soon as he finished speaking, one of his arms also turned into hundreds of arms. The difference was that the Xuan Shuang's stances were clearly distinguishable between real and fake. With just a glance, one could tell which part was real and which part was fake, but the appearance was just a bluff. On the other hand, each of Tong Zhi's arms seemed to be real, making one feel as if the attack was coming from all directions and not knowing where to defend.
The Xuan Shuang concentrated all his strength, but before he could think properly, one of Tong Zhi's hundreds and thousands of palms struck his chest. The Xuan Shuang's body flew backwards, and when he landed on the ground, two deep marks were left behind, and he coughed up blood incessantly. He had fought two battles in a row, and had used up a lot of his internal energy. It was not easy for him to barely stand. He had relied on his tenacious strength to hold on until now, but his body's condition could not be deceived. Once he suffered a setback, his injuries would be exposed.
Tong Zhi had no intention of taking his life, and only wanted to end the battle quickly. He immediately rushed forward, and both palms struck out. The Xuan Shuang blocked with his palms, and felt wave after wave of tyrannical palms. He was like a small boat in the middle of the ocean, bobbing up and down unsteadily. He knew that if he continued to fight force with force, the disparity in their strength would be too great, and he would eventually be defeated. His thoughts turned, and he secretly circulated his internal energy. Streams of internal energy floated around his body, and then gradually dissipated.
What he had used was the 'Small Prajna Gong', which was able to circulate the enemy's internal energy into the ground and disperse it, relieving the pressure on his body. But this strategy was only effective for a short while. Tong Zhi had a lot of experience in dealing with enemies. As soon as he felt something was wrong, he divided his internal energy into two streams, one strong and one weak, making it difficult for the Xuan Shuang to coordinate.
A moment later, he felt that the internal energy under his palms was in disorder. Although his face did not show it, he urged his internal energy even more tightly, wanting to end the battle quickly. Unexpectedly, this was exactly what Tong Zhi wanted. Suddenly he gathered the two streams of internal energy into one and attacked together.
The Xuan Shuang had spent all his energy on turning reality into emptiness, and turning hardness into softness. The atrium was an empty door, and it was suddenly shaken, without any ability to resist. It was as if a hole had been blown open in the dam he had carefully built, and the turbulent sea water was pouring in through it. For a moment, his mind went blank, and his chest felt like it had a big hole. Tong Zhi's right palm struck out, the sleeve of his gown created a gust of wind that hurt the onlookers' cheeks. It went straight for the vital part of Xuan Shuang's chest.
Li Yijie anxiously called out, "That won't do!" Disregarding his double identity as the Wulin Alliance Leader and the Devil Cult's lamb waiting to be slaughtered, he rushed out of the crowd and said, "Great Master Tong Zhi, please show mercy for this junior's sake!" He had repeatedly stood up for Xuan Shuang, so many people could not help but wonder what the relationship between these two people was. Li Yijie had always been the leader of the Upright Sect, so how could he not distinguish right from wrong and plead for mercy for the Devil Cult's Vice Hierarch?
Tong Zhi did not really want to take Xuan Shuang's life, so his palm stopped about a cun away from Xuan Shuang's chest. "The sea of bitterness is boundless, repent and be saved!" Benefactor Ling, there is an old saying, 'When people suffer, their will will not stand'. You are still young, it is not impossible for you to start all over again. Take advantage of the fact that you have not committed any serious offense, with Li Yijie and Lao Na protecting you, you will be able to find a safe place to settle down in the Upright Sect. Won't it be much better than your current situation, where you help the devil do evil, your reputation is ruined, and everybody wants to beat you up? Lao Na treats you as a reasonable young man, not a naïve and ignorant child. Lao Na believes that you should be able to see clearly who has good intentions toward you and who has ulterior motives. "
Xuan Shuang felt a strong pressure on his chest and lungs, squeezing his heart until it was deformed. Tong Zhi's words echoed in his ears. Although he was slightly shaken, it was still difficult for him to change the overall situation.
As early as the day he decided to follow Jiang Liechen, he understood that he was walking on a path of no return. If he continued on like this, the roots of evil would be difficult to eradicate, and there would be no way out. But because he wanted to fight for his dignity, he did not want to give up halfway, so he clenched his teeth and persevered. In his eyes, even if he returned to the Upright Sect, so what? It was nothing more than wearing a bright and clean coat of morality; in his bones he was no different from the people of the Devil Cult.
Moreover, his own personality was seventy, eighty percent evil, and he liked to follow the unimaginable way of doing things. What he hated the most was to pretend to be old-fashioned. So what if he could not be seen in the world? Everyone's life was to go against the heavens. Only then could they be considered to have a little bit of their own value. Otherwise, how different would they be from a speck of dust in the world?
Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the stifling feeling in his chest and said, "Who would have thought that I, Ling Shuangjin, would have such great face that two of the most ostentatious figures in the Wulin would rack their brains for me. I am honored! It's a pity that this one does not know how to appreciate favors. This is the path I have chosen. Even if I know that there is a precipice in front of me, a bottomless abyss, I will still jump down. Turn back? Ha, it's a pity that after reaching this step, I am in midair. Even if I want to, I am powerless. There is already no turning back! "
Li Yijie was really worried. He was most afraid that Ling Shuang's arrogant and proud attitude would anger others. In the future, even if he wanted to repent, he would not be forgiven. He anxiously said, "Xuan Shuang, you are different from that devil. You are still a child and have a bright future ahead of you. Everyone makes mistakes, Great Master Tong Zhi and I did our best just to give you a hand. You are already standing on the edge of the precipice. If you continue to be stubborn, you will really kill yourself! "
Xuan Shuang coldly said, "This is my life. Whether it is given up or given up, it is all my responsibility. I do not need others to worry about it."
Tong Zhi let out a long sigh and said, "The devil in your heart is too deep. It is difficult to get rid of this evil creature!" He sent out energy from his palm. However, because he had delayed for a long time, when he sent out his internal energy again, it was far less vigorous than before.
Xuan Shuang's body was as weak as a lonely leaf in the wind. Just this light touch caused his insides to turn upside down and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was like an ownerless leaf as he flew out. He staggered back a few steps before his knees gave way and he knelt on the ground. His back trembled slightly and he coughed repeatedly. Large mouthfuls of blood came out from the corner of his mouth. He looked like a weak and sick stray dog on the street corner.
Some of the onlookers were anxious and said, "What are you waiting for? It is clear that Great Master Tong Zhi has won. Does anyone have any objections? "Xuan Shuang's body was weak, but he still wanted to protect his glory. He sneered and said," What are you so proud of? So what? It was already decided. Victory or defeat … depends on … the winner of two out of three matches … "Before he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood on the ground. A lot of blood splashed on both his sleeves.
The Sun and Moon Wheels were evil weapons. They could drink people's blood to replenish their evil energy. Just now, Yu Ya Zi and Fang Wei's blood only tasted a little and did not fill it up. This time, Xuan Shuang spat out blood again and again. The demonic weapon did not care whether he was its master or not. It still sucked up the blood that splashed onto its blade.
Seeing this strange situation, the onlookers were still afraid. In addition, they were waiting for the final result. They did not even dare to breathe loudly. Jiang Liechen suddenly said, "You're giving up just like that? You really have no future! When people are in adversity, they should not be restricted by the environment. They should find a way out for themselves. For example, Meng Laoyezi just now. Didn't he already set a good example for you? "
Xuan Shuang slightly raised his gaze. His eyes were cloudy and he bit his lip. He naturally knew that Jiang Liechen wanted him to follow Meng Anying's example and use the "Demonic Body Splitting Technique" to forcefully break through the human body's potential and defeat Tong Zhi. First, he would win three out of three matches. It could be said that he had won all the glory and the limelight. After that, the life of a crippled disciple would not be enough to reach the apex.
He thought about how he had thrown caution to the wind to join Jiang Liechen's camp. It was all for the sake of revenge for his family and self-respect. How could he end it all here without knowing the reason?
At this moment, his heart was filled with despair and resentment. He really did want to gamble his life. According to his estimation, during the time limit of Sacrificing Oneself to the Devil, the first step was to win the battle. After that, he would still have enough opportunities to compete with Jiang Liechen. In the end, there was a difference in strength between humans and devils. If he could take his enemy down with him at the final juncture, then his death would not be in vain.
Unfortunately, he had killed the great devil that gave the righteous sects a headache, but he could not become the hero they spoke of. Even his influence and deterrence in the underworld could not be mentioned in the same breath as Jiang Liechen. This matter was lamentable, but thinking about it carefully, it was quite comical. A somewhat cruel and desolate cold smile appeared on his face. He replied, "Yes."
This kind of expression should not appear on a young child's face. However, everyone saw him immediately stand up. His movements were so fast that it was as if he had never been injured before. His palms crossed several times in front of his body. A strange flow of air surged out from his side. The rocks on the ground were shocked by this and also rose into the air, floating up and down around him.
His hair stood on end with a "shua" sound, floating without wind. Moreover, his momentum was becoming more and more powerful. A blood-red color rose from his pupils and slowly spread into his eyes. The clear sound of shaking bones exploded in everyone's ears. Coupled with the floating sand and dust around him, it seemed as if he was shrouded in a haze.
Meng Anying's expression changed. He had personally experienced the "Demonic Body Splitting Technique", so how could he not know its power? He warned, "Great Master Tong Zhi, once his body splits, his strength will greatly increase. For a short period of time, no one here can be his opponent. You must be careful. However, I've heard that this technique's greatest weakness is that when it is used, every bone in the body, and even every meridian, can become a channel for zhenqi. It is precisely because the inside is strong to the extreme that the surface is weak to the extreme. If you attack from the side at this time, you will be trapped inside and outside. It will cause his zhenqi to flow backwards into his body, shattering his meridians and killing him. "
This was also a reminder to Tong Zhi that if he wanted to subdue the Xuan Shuang and break the siege of Mount Hua, he had to take advantage of this moment to kill him with one palm. Only then could he avoid future troubles.
Tong Zhi was a senior Buddhist monk, so he had a generous heart. As for the Xuan Shuang, he did not regard him as the Devil Cult's Vice Hierarch, nor was he an ignorant child. He was just a prodigal son who had temporarily lost his way on the path of growth. Even if he had made a mistake, it was not a crime worthy of death. Therefore, he was unwilling to use the most extreme method to resolve this matter. He put his palms together, his thumbs fiddling with the string of prayer beads hanging in front of his neck, while his mouth muttered the Great Tibetan Secret Sutra.
This sutra had the effect of calming people's hearts. Even the most ferocious fanatic would calm down after listening to it, recalling some of the good things in life. Although they would not immediately become good, it would soften their hearts a little. And it was precisely this softening that could give others a chance. As Tong Zhi muttered the sutra, the onlookers were intimidated by the sutra. Their restless thoughts gradually calmed down, and they all felt that life was short and full of worries. But if they were to calm down for a moment, what was it that was worth haunting their hearts and troubling them?
Perhaps it was because the evil root in Jiang Liechen's heart was deeply rooted. Just like Rome was not formed in a single day of cold, there was a world-destroying hatred that could not be easily resolved. Seeing him crossing his arms and sneering, he wanted to see how the situation would develop. Just as he had said to the original Zhuangzhu, the situation was like a game of chess under his control. The general trend was irresistible, and it was always in the palm of his hand. As for the fact that there was a chess piece that led to a fork in the game, it was just a joke for him.
Xuan Shuang's mind also calmed down as he listened to the sutra. His hair, which had been standing straight like sharp arrows, returned to its soft state, and once again draped over his shoulders. The gradually expanding blood-red light in his eyes finally receded, shrinking into a thin line in his pupils, completely disappearing.
Although the desire to kill had been removed, he was still born with a heart full of mischief, and could not calm down for a moment. In just an instant, he had already thought of a way to make fun of everyone. He let out a long sigh, and his eyes revealed a kind of indifference, as if his heart had died. He softly said, "Forget it, forget it." A silver light flashed in his hand, and he raised the Moonlight Wheel up high, and slit his throat.
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