All of a sudden the two major martial art masters entered the most dangerous spiritual contest. However, Ning Daoqi had a full one hundred years of martial art cultivation, plus he received Li Shimin's guidance, so in terms of realm, he completely suppressed Zhu Yuyan. With a calm and unperturbed face, he stepped forward step by step. Each step on the ground seemed to shake the heaven and earth, setting off a storm in Zhu Yuyan's heart. If she let the opponent's spiritual attack wantonly attack like this, perhaps without Ning Daoqi making his move, Zhu Yuyan's Tianmo Qi Field would collapse on its own.
However, Ning Daoqi had just stepped forward ten meters when a black whirlwind already drilled out from the ground. One hard and one soft, one cold and one hot, two streams of extreme power combined into one, piercing the sky, ruthlessly blasting toward Ning Daoqi's back.
And the one bearing this power was a pair of spotlessly white, sparkling and translucent, exquisite and exquisite palms. The palms were ice-cold and powerful, wide and broad, as if it contained the most terrifying power in the world.
The owner of the palms was a man with grizzled temples. The man's face revealed a hint of demonic charm, just like the king of the night, silently approaching Ning Daoqi.
It was none other than the number one martial art master of the demonic school, Shi Zhixuan, who had the title of 'Xie Wang'.
In fact, Li Shimin had the full support of the Buddhist school. Under his command were numerous martial art masters of the prairie, Buddhist school, influential family, and demonic way.
Under Shuang Long and Yang Guang's command, naturally they also gathered a large number of martial art masters, such as Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan, who had always been at odds with the Buddhist school and Ci Hang Jing Zhai.
Of course, their alliance also had something to do with Shuang Long's martial art suppression.
Even so, it was not like they did not have any benefits. Like Zhu Yuyan, Xu Ziling used the Earth Pole Moke to help Shi Zhixuan to mend the injury in his body and the flaw in his spirit, curing his split personality problem, moreover, it enabled Shi Zhixuan's Immortal Image Method to achieve great success, entering the martial art realm that he yearned for even in his dreams.
However, Ning Daoqi was, after all, a veteran of the world's strongest. In the second instant after Shi Zhixuan appeared, under the operation of the Dao school's internal energy, he discovered a trace of unnaturalness in the realm of the unity of heaven and man. The qi from his entire body locked onto Shi Zhixuan, who was sneak-attacking him from behind.
Facing Shi Zhixuan's Immortal Image Method, which was unleashed with all his strength, Sanshou Eight Pagoda, either leaning or collapsing, sticking or slapping, the style followed his heart's desire, like a heavenly steed soaring across the sky, he completely blocked Shi Zhixuan's palm power.
However, the Evil King's current spiritual flaw had been completely fixed. Under the stimulation of the Earth Pole Moke, he had become heartless and became a saint. Regardless of whether it was his realm or his skills, he was no longer the same as before.
His body swayed, and the Hallucination Body Art followed. His entire person instantly transformed into thousands and hundreds of silhouettes that pounced towards Ning Daoqi, as if there were countless Shi Zhixuan besieging him in an instant.
In an instant, Ning Daoqi felt as if he was in the center of a storm. The intertwining Qi and earth-shattering spiritual pressure came one after another. Countless illusions flashed past like fleeting views, but he just laughed out loud and displayed the Free Hand Eight Pounces to the extreme. It was as if he was free and unfettered, riding the clouds and flying dragons. It was too wonderful for words.
At this moment, each of Shi Zhixuan's meridians was like a steel bar, madly outputting Qi, Qi essence, and internal energy. Each punch, each palm, each hammer caused a gust of wind to surge, Qi energy overflowed in all directions. Before the soldiers running from the distance could even get close, they were already stunned by the terrifying whistling sound and airwaves and fell to the ground.
Right now, Shi Zhixuan, who was wearing a black robe, was just like the ancient barbaric giant god in the world. His towering back seemed to be propping up the entire sky. He wanted to use complete and utter violence to suppress the number one martial art master of the righteous sects before his eyes, the Taoist School's most revered, the scattered person Ning Daoqi.
And Ning Daoqi's hands seemed to carry endless demonic power. As he brandished his hands, they revealed millions of kinds of endless changes, as if new moves were born at any time and any place. Each move was enough to make a third-rate school become the overlord of a region.
This time, it was as if he had exhausted the ability to change heaven and earth, using his own unique way to expound the combination of martial art, Tian Dao, and humanity.
It was just like a region of heaven and earth, bearing Shi Zhixuan, this ruthless devil king's arbitrary bombardment, yet all along it could not possibly show the slightest bit of decline.
The Evil King, who had returned to the peak and unified the two qis of life and death, and the Ning Daoqi, who had reached the highest level of enlightenment and advanced a step further.
The battle between two martial art peak stage martial art masters simply did not allow bystanders to intervene. Forget about ordinary soldiers being able to approach, even Zhu Yuyan and Zhao Deyan had no choice but to fight and retreat at the same time. Watching the two shadows in battle, their hearts were filled with shock.
However, although Shi Zhixuan and Ning Daoqi were strong, it was impossible for them to be invincible under the heavens.
Regardless of whether it was Li Shimin or Shuang Long's camp, there were people who planned to make their move.
In the center of the camp, inside an incomparably luxurious super large tent covered in fur and spices, Li Shimin sat cross-legged at the head of the table. His entire body emitted a faint golden radiance.
His eyes were closed, his palms were clasped together, his face was solemn, as if the Buddha from heaven had come to the human world. His mouth softly muttered, "All Vajra Bearers, gather. Like the divine transformation of the game, Great Pavilion Treasure King. High without borders. Great Pavilion Treasure King. All kinds of ornaments. Bodhisattva's body is the Master's Seat. Its Vajra is called Void Immaculate Vajra Bearer. Void Wanderer Vajra Bearer. Void Bearer Vajra Bearer. Variegated Garbed Vajra Bearer … "
Not to mention the Buddhists, all kinds of martial art masters, even if it was an ordinary person whose six senses were sealed, when they saw Li Shimin in front of them, they would only have one feeling, and that was the incarnation of Buddha. Li Shimin in front of them gave people the feeling that Buddha had come to the human world.
And in front of Li Shimin's seat, Fan Qinghui, Liao Kong, the Four Great Holy Monks, and even Li Yuan, Li Shentong, Li Jiancheng, or Tuli, Xieli, Qu Ao, and other martial art masters were all kneeling in front of him, quietly listening to Li Shimin's recitation of Buddhist scriptures.
Their faces were either excited, moved, shocked, or even tearful.
After Li Shimin's recitation, the Buddhist scriptures, which usually sounded ordinary, had a kind of tenacious and powerful power.
What he could not understand at ordinary times had been understood, and what he did not understand in the past had been understood. Life, heaven and earth were in front of him, and there seemed to be no more secrets.
With a swish of the sword, tears flowed out of Fan Qinghui's eyes. That was the feeling of being moved by life, the longing for the mortal world. At this moment, the Compassionate Travel Sword Canon naturally reached the realm of Heart Integrated into Sword.
"Congratulations, Qinghui, you have finally reached the realm of Heart Integrated into Sword. From now on, you are one step closer to transcending."
Fan Qinghui suddenly turned her head to look at the monk beside her, and said in surprise, "Senior Brother Liao Kong, your Silent Meditation?!"
The monk smiled, and there was a kind of great enlightenment, great freedom, and great joy on his face, "At this moment, there is Zen everywhere, why should I keep my mouth shut?"
However, just as everyone was immersed in this unprecedented state, at the outermost area of the tent, a tall figure slowly stood up. The man's physique was abnormally perfect, and his body carried an indescribably evil and intimidating aura. Just looking at him made one's mouth dry up, and one's body temperature rise. It was as if there was an earth-shattering sandstorm in front of them.
This man was the martial art master who ruled the grassland like a demon, Bi Xuan, one of the three grandmasters in the world.
Originally, some people were angry that someone had released their aura and disturbed Li Shimin's recitation of scriptures, but when they turned around and saw Bi Xuan's cold and cruel eyes, they were instantly frightened and did not dare to make a sound.
Bi Xuan said lightly, "Master, I will go."
Li Shimin did not even lift his eyelids, and still concentrated on reciting the Buddhist scriptures. Bi Xuan nodded slightly and left.
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