Chapter 1174

Master Mingyue sings the name of Buddha: "Amitabha, Vajra and arhat, Buddha's light shines."

A huge palm like a mountain, with dazzling light of Buddha, with the force of violent waves, pressed against Ye Feng. Under the Buddha's palm, there was a suffocating storm of Buddha light, and everything was gone.

The flying sword flies in the sky. Although the light of flying sword seems so small, just like a spark under the sky, a single spark can start a prairie fire.

The light of the sword was invincible, tearing up the burning light of Buddha, smashing the huge Vajra palm like a mountain into pieces, and flying straight to master Mingyue's chest.

Master Mingyue was shocked. His Vajra palm was integrated with Vajra's not bad magic skill, but in front of the flying sword, it was so broken that there was no residue left.

"Flying sword, it's a flying sword."

Master Mingyue's face was startled and threw out the string of Buddhist beads that had been holding in his hand.

Boom.

A series of thunder burst out in the sky. The beads of Buddha rose with the wind. In the twinkling of an eye, they turned into grinding size. They were all shining with gold and smashed at the flying sword.

The Buddha bead in master Mingyue's hand, which has been with him for countless years, is a spiritual instrument full of incense and fire. It not only has the power of the spirit, but also has the golden defense of Buddha light.

More than 100 Buddhist beads surrounded the flying sword, which seemed to be powerful and weak.

But a miracle happened.

The sword body suddenly gushed out the howling wind, which scattered the beads surrounding the flying sword.

After that, the body of the sword suddenly shot out dazzling lightning, tearing the heaven and earth. It also exploded several Buddhist beads nearest to the flying sword into fragments and dissipated in the gale.

The hilt of the sword spurted out fire tongues. It was the golden flame that the gold absorbed the spiritual power and burned several Buddhist beads into ashes.

Although there are many Buddha beads, they are defeated in front of the flying sword with increased defense array.

Master Mingyue felt heartache for his beads, but they had been with him for countless years. He had not regarded them as beads, but as close friends.

Breaking through the encirclement of Buddha beads, the flying sword penetrates through layers of defensive Buddha light, and shoots directly at master Mingyue's chest. Master Mingyue can only gather the golden light of his whole body to resist the flying sword.

Ye Feng waved his hands, and the flying sword whirled like a top. Like a high-speed drill, he got into the defensive array set by the master of the bright moon King Kong not bad.

Ye Feng felt that the golden light was like countless threads of sticky silk, entangled with the flying sword, intending to block the progress of the flying sword. The flying sword slowed down one meter away from master Mingyue's chest.

But the flying sword continued to move forward, spinning at top speed, crushing any force that held it back.

The golden light from the Vajra not bad magic skill is really extraordinary. The flying sword seems to be trapped in the sticky light of Buddha, and its speed is extremely slow.

The corner of Ye Feng's mouth is full of teasing smile, and he still has his unique skills.

Two fists clench, Thai emperor four hit strong shot.

"Surge."

There are nine potential surges in one form, which can knock down a quarter of the golden light of the bright moon master King Kong's immortal skill.

Lose a quarter of the golden armor, the speed of the flying sword has increased a little.

The second type of surge.

Each layer of fist force seems to be pounding the shore, surging, and hitting down a quarter of the golden light.

The third type is stone piercing.

Master Mingyue's face changed. The three types of emperor Tai's four strikes have already destroyed three quarters of the body protection golden light of his Vajra immortal skill. As long as you have one more copy, you can ignite it.

Master Mingyue's Vajra is not bad, and is about to fall apart.

Ye Feng's clenched fists were loosened again and snapped his fingers. The flying sword, which was only an inch away from master Mingyue's chest, flew back to Ye Feng's hands.

The whole body pressure suddenly lost, master Mingyue sighed: "Amitabha, the old monk lost. Thank you for your kindness."

"Ha ha, it's refreshing to have a real fight with you, master Mingyue. I'll see you later."

Bang, Ye Feng's whole body trembled, into the different space of God consciousness returned to the sea of consciousness, his face covered with a faint smile, comfortable stretch of the next muscles and bones.

Master Mingyue's mind also returned from the alien space. He touched the string of Buddhist beads in his hand with heartache. No one could see the mystery. However, Ye Feng's eyes of knowing fate saw that half of the 108 beads had lost their original light of Buddha light. They were destroyed by flying swords during the battle between the two.

The two people's ideas in the space war, but in the real world, just stupefied, after two or three minutes.

The crowd of onlookers talked and did not understand what they were doing standing there with their eyes closed and hands closed.

Chongxu Taoist priest was a little worried: "why don't you start playing yet? I'm still waiting in line."

Zen master Zhikong said: "Amitabha, martial uncle is angry. Don't worry, Taoist Chong Xu."

For Chongxu Taoist priest, waiting is more like a kind of suffering. He knows that no matter in the face of any one of the two players on the field, I'm afraid it will be difficult to win. He hopes that the two people will fight each other to get a bargain.To everyone's surprise, master Mingyue seemed tired after his eyes opened. He took a look at Ye Feng, bowed deeply, and uttered the sound in his mind: "Amitabha, the old monk has to go back and continue to shut up. Thank you for your kindness of not killing. If you are destined to meet, you will surely thank."

Ye Feng replied: "goodbye, master, practice well, and meet again later. We will fight again."

Master Mingyue showed a look of gratitude in his eyes and ignored anyone. Just like when he came, he still kept his feet clean of dust and disappeared on the top of Huashan Mountain.

It's quick to come and fast to go.

In people's eyes, master Mingyue is a strange old monk. He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. He stood on the field and stayed for a few minutes with his eyes closed.

Many people murmured whether the old monk was ill.

Mr. Mo Da looked suspicious. He could see clearly that after master Mingyue opened his eyes again, the look in his eyes had faded away. His eyes were full of fatigue. When he left, his body method was even a little slow, as if he had just experienced a great war.

He suddenly came to his senses, and his face was filled with astonishment, the sea of consciousness, and the battle of ideas.

What is Ye Feng's state of mind? It's a pity that Ye Feng and master Mingyue have an unknown battle of ideas. It's a pity that there is a big war, but he can't witness the battle between them.

Seeing Mr. Mo's face startled, Du Zhong seemed to be alert.

he didn't understand why master Mingyue stayed for a while and then left, but judging from Mr. Mo's face, he must have found something.

He quietly asked Mr. Mo Da, "Mr. Mo Da, why did master Mingyue leave in a hurry without competition? What did you find?"

Mr. Mo Da wryly smile: "they have fought, an invisible war."