Under Mijie Mountain, the blood light became stronger and stronger, Du'e Temple Abbot frowned slightly, feeling the Buddha's power in his body becoming more and more suppressed, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more intense.
This child must not be kept!
Opposite him, Ning Chen's expression also became more solemn than ever before. This was the strongest enemy he had ever encountered in his life.
Even if he is suppressed by resentment, he is Du'e Temple Abbot, the Buddha living in the world!
Their only chance lies in a competition based on speed. Du'e Temple Abbot is not good at speed. Now that it is slowing down again, he can barely keep up.
In other words, Qing Ling is already superior in speed.
In this battle, Blood-Patterned Sword's existence is crucial. He must activate the resentment in the sword as much as possible, suppress the old monk's Buddhist power, and give Qing Ling a chance to fight.
Du'e Temple Abbot obviously knew the key. Looking at the bloody resentful soldiers in front of him, he slowly raised his right hand and pressed towards Ning Chen.
Golden light shines in the world, blooming brilliantly in the bloody light all over the sky, and the harsh sound of squeaking and squeaking continues to sound, which is the violent collision of the power of Buddha's resentment.
At this moment, Qing Ling moved, a green light streaked across the sky, and instantly reached in front of him, the silver spear condensed and pierced the former's position in the sandalwood.
"When"
Du'e Temple Abbot The left palm blocked the barrier, and the silver spear was blocked and could not advance even an inch.
Ning Chen also arrived in front of him at the same time, the blood sword pierced the air and slashed towards the Buddha's eyes.
The sonorous sound of metal and stone sounded, Du'e Temple Abbot closed his eyes, pinched the Buddha seal with his right hand, the swastika Buddha seal appeared, and slapped the former with one palm.
"Bang"
The silver spears blocked each other. In a short moment, Ning Chen had retreated ten feet, and Po Shang Bow appeared. Amidst the falling snowflakes, a silver arrow suddenly shot out.
Qing Ling cooperated, the silver gun rotated, Swallow's Departure, Swallow's Return, broke into Human Buddha's sandalwood from the other side.
Facing the two men's attack, Du'e Temple Abbot's expression remained unchanged at all, his palms clasped together, the golden light shone like an inviolable image of incomparable Buddha power, the arrow beam shattered, and the silver spear was blocked an inch away from the sandalwood.
"Green Swallow Spin"
The silver gun was blocked, Qing Ling loosened his grip on the gun, the gun body turned sharply, green light gathered, and a harsh sound broke through the air.
The next moment, Qing Ling slapped the end of the gun handle with his palm. The blocked silver gun used the power of the palm and the power of rotation to break into the Buddha's light and advance an inch in an instant.
At this moment, Buddha held the gun blade in his palm and blocked the advance of the silver gun.
At the same time, the swastika print reappeared, and Du'e Temple Abbot turned his palm and slapped Qing Ling.
The two palms left in an instant, giving Ning Chen the best opportunity. He stepped forward, stepped forward, and stabbed straight into the sand with a sword.
"Is it that simple?"
Du'e Temple Abbot snorted coldly, and his palm force instantly changed direction, and a palm print was directed towards Ning Chen.
"Bang"
Ning Chen blocked the move with the horizontal sword, and the blood was shining brightly. However, the power of the Buddha's palm was astonishing, and the resentment turned away most of the Buddha's power. However, the remaining power was still not something that a mere ninth grade could withstand, and he flew out covered in blood.
Qing Ling's expression changed, but he had no time to care about the former's injury. He turned his right hand and separated the gun body from the gun blade. Immediately, the bladeless gun broke through the hole in the Buddha's chest.
"Uh"
The silver zhenqi entered his body, Du'e Temple Abbot let out a muffled groan, and slapped out a palm with his backhand, sending the woman in front of him flying.
Qing Ling flew backwards for more than ten feet. After landing, he took a few steps back before he stopped. Blood was quietly dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"How are you!" Qing Ling glanced at Ning Chen and asked.
"Not dead yet." As he spoke, Ning Chen vomited out a mouthful of blood again and sprinkled it on the sword, stirring up a waterfall of even richer blood.
In just a brief moment of confrontation, the two of them were already injured, especially Ning Chen, whose body could hardly hold on after receiving a single blow.
The Buddha in the human world is too strong. Even if he is suppressed by the resentment around him, his strength is still absolutely powerful and difficult to defeat.
On the other side of the battlefield, the Imperial Guards leader waited for more than three hundred Imperial Guards soldiers to challenge the three Buddhist Kingdom guardians. With the help of the suppression of the bloody light in the sky, he barely blocked the progress of the three.
Three hundred generals risked their lives and looked crazy. Even if they died in battle, they would never let three bald donkeys disturb their prince.
They believe that Hou will definitely block the false Buddha in the world, without any reason, just because he is their Hou.
On the two battlefields, one side is fighting harder than the other. The month Great Xia needed now has less than ten days left. Whether they can survive it all depends on tonight's battle.
They cannot return to Gulan City where Du'e Temple lives, otherwise, the four thousand Imperial Guards next to the Nanli River will also not be able to escape the fate of all being killed in battle.
The soldiers fought bloody battles without regrets. One fell, and the other rushed up without hesitation.
Finally, casualties began to appear among the three Buddhist Kingdom protectors. Four Seventh-Rank soldiers sacrificed their lives. The Imperial Guards leader finally caught a flaw in one of the protectors and pierced his sandalwood hole with a sword.
The other two Buddhist Kingdom protectors were furious and slapped them with their hands, but they were blocked by the two soldiers with their bodies. In an instant, their bodies exploded, with blood and body parts splattering everywhere.
No one was sad, and no one cried. The remaining soldiers still fought unwaveringly, with ruthless swords and even more ruthless hearts.
This was the most miserable battle that Great Xia Imperial Guards lost. Three hundred people faced three people and died one by one. Soldiers fell down almost every moment, with hope and smiles on their faces, entrusting their hope to the people who were still alive.
Not long after, less than a hundred of the three hundred soldiers were still standing, and they continued to fall.
Ning Chen was not distracted, but he also felt the brutality of the battle not far away. Since he couldn't take them back, he pulled these fake Buddhas down and buried them with them.
Du'e Temple Abbot suppressed the vibrating silver energy in his body, and his expression turned pale for a moment.
Qing Ling turned the end of the gun body, pulled out the other gun blade, and immediately installed it.
The three of them faced off. After a while, Ning Chen moved first. With a hold of his left hand, Ink Sword flew out. Frost Bloom condensed and bullied him again.
"When" the Buddha's palm blocked the edge of the sword before it was still within an inch of Tanzhong. After Du'e Temple's residence suffered a loss just now, he became more cautious in protecting the acupoint in Tanzhong.
Ink Sword was blocked, Ning Chen's right hand Blood-Patterned Sword moved again, and struck the Buddha's eyes with a bang. Suddenly the blood was dazzling, the Buddha's resentful energy collided violently, and the harsh sound started again.
Du'e Temple Abbot His eyes were still closed, his left palm protected the sandalwood, and his right palm pinched the Buddha's seal with one hand. In an instant, the sky was filled with golden light, and the image of the Buddha reappeared in the mortal world.
When the crisis came, Qing Ling's face changed slightly, he rose into the air, his whole body's energy reached its peak, and he held a silver gun and penetrated the body of the Buddha from top to bottom.
With a loud bang, the World Honored One dispersed. Qing Ling was also injured by the remaining power, and flew out covered in blood again, with his mouth vomiting red.
"Qing Ling sister"
Ning Chen's heart was shocked, and the two volumes of Heavenly Tome were running. Suddenly, frost and dark yellow brilliance appeared in the bloody sky, and the three colors competed, looking extremely dazzling in the night.
Du'e Temple Abbot was also momentarily uncomfortable with the sudden change in gravity. His counterattack was a little slower, and the moment he turned his left hand over, there was a very brief moment of stagnation.
A flaw in the eye, the position in the sand loomed, Ning Chen was in the hand of Ink Sword in an instant, the sword was pierced, and all the true energy was poured into it.
"Unbridled!" Du'e Temple Abbot endured the severe pain and grabbed Ink Sword with his left palm. Immediately, the Buddha power around him suddenly swayed away.
"Click"
Ink Sword broke, and Ning Chen was rushed more than twenty feet by the burst of Buddha's power. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the broken sword stopped and was seriously injured again.
Being hurt by his juniors one after another, Du'e Temple Abbot couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, with endless murderous intent on his face. When he stepped on his foot, the Buddha's seal appeared, and a lotus grew in the void. Golden Buddha lotuses bloomed in the air, forming Realm of Hundred Lotuses of Boundless Buddhist Dharma.
The Bailian boundary opened, and the power of the surrounding blood light suddenly weakened, and instead tended to be suppressed.
"Back off!" Ning Chen vomited another mouthful of blood and reluctantly ordered.
Hearing this, the Imperial Guards soldiers reacted quickly and immediately retreated towards the mountain without any hesitation.
The two Buddhist Protectors were about to chase, but they saw a silver gun light sweeping past. The two of them couldn't react in time and flew backwards with a bang, their mouths vomiting bright red.
On this side, Ning Chen endured the injuries that broke out in his body, and fired three arrows in a row, aiming at the old monk's eyes and the center of the sandalwood in a straight-line shape.
Du'e Temple Abbot The Buddha's light shone all over his body, and when the arrow approached, it suddenly shattered.
"Let's go" Ning Chen glanced at Qing Ling and said again.
"I want to leave, huh!"
Du'e Temple There was a cold snort from the residence, and he stepped on his feet. Under the lotus light, he wanted to trap the blasphemer in front of him.
Ning Chen slashed through Blood-Patterned Sword's hand, and the infinite blood energy condensed to block the lotus light. However, in the blink of an eye, the blood energy collapsed and it was difficult to block the power of the Holy Buddha.
At this time, Qing Ling was already in front of him, and he almost caught the former, then quickly retreated.
The road up the mountain was so long that the two of them broke up and took two chances to catch their breath. The remaining seventy or so Imperial Guards barely managed to escape thousands of feet away.
After all, not everyone is innately strong like Qing Ling, and with injuries on his body, it is difficult to escape.
Du'e Temple Abbot and the two Buddhist Protectors were chasing after them quickly. At this moment, on the mountain road, an arrow shining with fire passed by. The arrow struck the ground, and immediately a terrifying big explosion sounded.
The explosion without warning caused the mountain to shake violently, debris flew, and everyone staggered.
A moment later, the Golden Lotus brilliance suddenly shattered and was swallowed up by the fire.
When Ning Chen saw this, he did not hesitate at all. The figure turned into a stream of light and rushed into the explosion of fire. Blood-Patterned Sword broke through the air. At this moment, the speed reached an extreme in life.
"Ning Chen"
Qing Ling's expression changed and he immediately caught up with him, Silver Spear protected him, but it was still too late.
But in the firelight, Human Buddha stood quietly, holding the gun with one hand, and the other hand penetrated the figure of the blasphemer silently, blood sprayed out, dyeing the Buddha's clothes red.
The cold wind behind the clothes scattered under the night. This bloody battle was finally coming to an end at this moment.
The soldiers behind him stopped and stared blankly, gradually showing signs of despair.
The Buddha's clothes in the fire have been blown up, and the two Buddhist Kingdom protectors were seriously injured and unable to rise. However, no matter what, the Buddha in the world is still standing.
This was a big mountain, and they still couldn't climb it.
Just when everyone thought the battle was over, some light yellow fine sand appeared silently, and immediately condensed into a long sword, which instantly penetrated Human Buddha's sandalwood position.