Begging Monk's mentality relaxed. He began to hesitate. Should he go over or not?
If he went over, would Junior Brother Ye Hang think that he was here to take advantage of the situation? If that happened, as fellow Buddhists, it wouldn't be good if it left a knot in everyone's heart.
If he didn't go over, what if the Swordsman retaliated? Or would he end up disrupting Junior Brother Ye Hang's rhythm?
Begging Monk was indeed very experienced. He had a good grasp of the human heart. His experience in the mortal world made him very clear that there were some things that even cultivators couldn't ignore. Relationships were also a great way!
As he hesitated and was troubled, he suddenly realized that their position seemed to be very close to the third position!
In other words, their current position was a full two hours away from Senior Brother Ye Hang's position at the fourth position!
Weren't they walking a little too far?
Just as he couldn't help but doubt himself, the aura in front of him suddenly became restless. Merit, slaughter, the five elements, and the stars were all mixed together, entangling, repelling, and devouring each other!
It was getting more and more intense!
Begging Monk no longer hesitated and quickly flew up. He was very clear what this meant. It meant that the two sides were about to lay their cards on the table! Although Junior Brother Yehang's Path of Virtues had always been at an obvious advantage, the dying struggles of the sword Cultivators were well known in the world of Cultivators. It was hard to say whether or not unexpected accidents would happen in the life-and-death battle!
This was a good opportunity for him to get close. He could suddenly appear and control the situation without arousing the disgust of his Junior Brother!
As he rushed up, before he could even see the two people in the battle, a long river of sword light was already hanging upside down. More than two hundred thousand sword lights filled the space around him. The pressure was so great that he couldn't breathe for a moment!
He wanted to use divine arts and create clones, but the torrential rain of flying swords made all his efforts futile. Creating clones also required time. Even if this time was very short, just an instant, an instant was still time!
He was very clear in his heart that even a split second was impossible under such dense flying swords. If he dared to use his clone, his real body and clone would be torn apart by the flying swords in the short time it took to cast the technique!
He only had one thought now, and that was to use all his strength to block the flying swords' explosive attacks! He hoped that the Swordsman's explosive attacks had a time limit and couldn't be sustained!
Yes, he no longer placed his hopes on Junior Brother Ye Hang! This was a trap! When he saw more than two hundred thousand Sword Qi surging towards him, he immediately understood that this was a show directed by the crafty Swordsman himself!
There was only one spectator, and that was him, Monk Huayuan!
How did the Swordsman manage to create the Virtuous Tao Realm so vividly that even a Buddhist like him was fooled? This question was no longer important! The most important thing was how to avoid this calamity!
His current position was extremely awkward. He was at the third location, and he was still two hours away from the fourth location. If he chose to fight while fleeing, he would need even more time. With the strength displayed by the Swordsman, there was no way he could last that long!
So he didn't run at all! He only chose to fight on the spot! As for whether or not he should throw away the Season Eye in exchange for his freedom, he didn't even consider it!
Among the Buddhists, there were selfish people like Ye Hang, and there were also monks who were willing to contribute to the great cause of the Buddhists!
He had still overestimated himself! His defense wasn't as strong as he thought, and the Swordsman's explosive attacks lasted longer than he expected. Furthermore, the number of Sword Qi was still increasing! His Tao Realm was also increasing!
More than two hundred thousand Sword Qi contained different Tao Realm powers, and this made it extremely difficult for him to defend himself. This was because he couldn't find the most suitable method to deal with it!
He didn't have Heaven's Eye! Even if Senior Brother Huayuan had Heaven's Eye, what could he do in such a situation? So what if he could see through it? He had to make a move!
His body was soon covered in wounds. Even with the toughness of his Buddhist body, he couldn't endure such endless destruction for long. He didn't even have time to recover, and he didn't even have the chance to consume a pill!
But he still persevered! This was a kind of conviction. Even if he had to die, he would die in battle!
At the very last moment, he finally understood why so many orthodoxies were defeated by the Swordsman! They were all attacking from afar. Even if he had an overwhelming advantage, the cunning Swordsman didn't stop. His constantly changing body made it impossible for him to catch his target even if he wanted to!
He still couldn't use his God's Limbs! The Sword Qi was even denser! It was so dense that everything that came out would be instantly destroyed!
He already had a clear understanding of his final destination! The only thing he couldn't understand was why Junior Brother Ye Hang, who was good at karma, was defeated so easily. He couldn't even hold on for a moment!
He couldn't even use his Divine Ability, but he could still hold on for a moment! What happened?
In the end, under the unyielding will of the Huayuan Monk, the monk didn't receive any surprises. Ye Hang didn't appear! Huayuan didn't appear either! The Sword Qi was still surging! And he had already used up all his strength!
It was a failed hunt! It wasn't a mistake in strategy, but a mistake in judgment. They thought they were hunting a wild wolf, but a fierce tiger came instead!
If he knew this would happen, he wouldn't have separated the three of them even if he was beaten to death!
Before he died, the Huayuan Monk looked at him with disdain. "You're not a Swordsman. You're an actor!"
Lou Xiaoyi reached out his hand and took the ownerless Season Eye floating in the air. He sighed in his heart!
Although he respected the monk, it didn't affect his will to kill him! He got what he wanted. Sending the monk on his way was the greatest respect he could give him!
This was the Cultivation World. There was no right or wrong!
His body slowly floated forward. He needed to recover the huge amount of magical energy he had lost before returning to Point Four! It was very difficult to defeat an opponent like this easily. Moreover, he had used up a lot of his magical energy in order to make it look real!
This battle had verified his thoughts. Even if it was a Divine Ability, it was possible to be forced back and die without knowing why!
No matter if it was a Divine Ability, a secret spell, a forbidden technique, a magical weapon, or a demonic beast, etc., there was a time limit to how long it could be used! As long as his sword was dense enough and heavy enough, he could suppress his opponent's attacks in all aspects. This was the meaning of using a flying sword to attack first!
Snatch until death!
The Huayuan Monk was confused! He was still hesitating on what method to use when he saw the battlefield, but he didn't know that to a cultivator, it was most important to always be vigilant!
Because his acting was realistic enough?
The monk was full of disdain before he died. Lou Xiaoyi was also full of disdain!
Looking down on a Swordsman like him? Then what kind of Swordsman would the monks like?
They would definitely like the kind of hothead who would fight against three opponents and still shout loudly! The unyielding Swordsman spirit! The unyielding attitude of fighting to the death!
If all Swordsman were like that, the Sword Vein inheritance would have been broken long ago!
Ever since the Huayuan Monk and his Heavenly Eye Senior Brother joined hands, he didn't have the right to say such words!
True magnanimity. The three monks each occupied a spot, waiting for others to challenge them! This was the true style of ancient cultivators!
If that was the case, Lou Xiaoyi might not be able to do it!
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