Supreme Medicinal God

Master Mingyue chanted the Buddha's trumpet: "Amitabha, Vajrayana, and Buddha's light."

A huge palm like a mountain, glowing with dazzling Buddha light, sandwiched with the power of the stormy waves, pressed against Ye Feng. Under the palm of the Buddha, it was a suffocating storm of Buddha light, and everything was wiped out.

The flying sword flew into the sky. Although the light of the flying sword seemed so petite, like a little starlight under the sky, the spark of the star could ignite the original.

That little bit of sword light was indestructible, shattering the burning Buddha's light, and shattering the mountain-like vajra's palm to pieces, and remaining unstoppable, flying straight to Master Mingyue's chest.

Master Mingyue was astonished, and his vajra palm incorporated the vajra not bad power, but in front of the flying sword, it was so broken and broken that there was no residue left.

"Feijian, actually turned into a flying sword."

Master Mingyue was shocked, and threw out the string of beads that had always been in his hands.

Rumble.

A series of thunders exploded in the sky, and the beads rose with the wind. In the blink of an eye, they became the size of a mill, and they were all golden and smashed towards the flying sword.

The Buddha beads in the hands of Master Mingyue, accompanied by his countless years, is a spiritual weapon full of incense, which not only possesses the power of the spiritual weapon, but also has a golden defensive Buddha light around the body.

More than a hundred beads of beads surrounded the flying sword densely, and the flying sword seemed to be weak.

But a miracle happened.

The screaming wind blew out suddenly from the sword body, blowing the beads surrounding the flying sword.

Immediately afterwards, the body of the sword exploded with dazzling lightning, tearing the world apart, and exploding the few beads closest to the flying sword into debris, dissipating in the violent wind.

A fierce flame tongue spewed out from the hilt of the sword. It was the golden flame of flame gold absorbing the spiritual power, and instantly burned several beads to ashes.

Despite the large number of beads, in front of the flying sword with increased defensive formation, it could not be defeated.

Master Mingyue suddenly grieved his own beads, but they have accompanied them for countless years. They have not regarded them as beads, but regarded them as close friends.

Breaking through the encirclement of the Buddha beads, the Flying Sword passed through the layers of defensive Buddha light and directed at Master Mingyue’s chest. Master Mingyue could only gather the golden light of his body to resist the Flying Sword.

Ye Feng waved his hands with his hands, and the flying sword rotated like a gyro at a rapid speed, like a high-speed drill bit, and got into the defensive array under the master of the Mingyue King Kong.

Ye Feng felt that the golden light was like inexhaustible sticky filaments, entangled with the flying sword, intending to stop the flying sword's progress. The flying sword was slowed down one meter away from Master Mingyue's chest.

But the Flying Sword continued to move forward, spinning extremely fast, smashing any force that prevented it from advancing.

The golden light emitted by the King Kong is not bad. The power is indeed extraordinary. The flying sword seems to be caught in the sticky Buddha light, and the speed is extremely slow.

A corner of Ye Feng's mouth smiled teasingly, and he still had a stunt.

The fists clenched tightly, and the Thai emperor made a strong four-shot shot.

"surge."

In a surge, there are nine potentials, and the golden light of Master Mingyue King Kong’s magical power is destroyed by a quarter at a time.

After losing a quarter of the golden light armor, Feijian speed has been increased.

The second type of shocking waves.

Layers of punches were like slamming the shore, surging, and hitting a quarter of the golden light again.

The third type wears stone.

Master Mingyue's complexion changed, and the three-form Thai Emperor's four-strike has wiped out the three-quarters of his Vajra's body protection golden light.

Master Mingyue’s King Kong is not bad at magic, it is about to fall apart.

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

The pressure on the whole body suddenly lost, Master Mingyue sighed softly: "Amitabha, the old monk lost, thank Master Yezong for his mercy."

"Haha, it's really refreshing to be able to really fight with you, Master Mingyue, there will be a future."

Boom, Ye Feng shivered, and the consciousness that entered the different space returned to the sea of ​​consciousness, a faint smile appeared on his face, and the lower muscles were stretched comfortably.

Master Mingyue's thoughts also returned to the body from a different space. He stroked the string of beads in his heart with pain. Others could not see the mystery, but Ye Feng's destiny eyes saw that half of the 108 beads were gone. The original faint light of Buddha was destroyed by Feijian in the battle between Ye Feng and the different space.

The idea of ​​the two was a battle in a different space, but in the real world, it was just stunned, and it took only two or three minutes.

The onlookers had many discussions, and they didn't understand what they were doing with their eyes closed and hands down.

Chongxu Dao was a little anxious: "Why don't you start playing, I'm still waiting in line."

Master Zhikong said: "Amitabha, Uncle Shi is moving, so I don't have to worry about it."

For the head of the imaginary hedging, waiting is more like a kind of torment. He knows that no matter which of the two of them is on the field, he may be difficult to win. He also hopes that the two will fight for your life and death, and both will hurt. .

To everyone's surprise, Master Mingyue seemed to be tired after opening her eyes. He looked at Ye Feng, bowed deeply, and sent a sound of thought, and sounded in Ye Feng's mind: "Amitabha, the old monk has to go back and continue to retreat. Thank you Ye Zongzhu for not killing you. If you are destined to meet, you will be grateful."

Ye Feng replied: "Goodbye master, practice hard, and wait for meeting later, we will fight again."

Master Mingyue showed a grateful look in his eyes, and no longer ignored anyone. Just like when he came, his feet were still dust-free, like clouds and flowing water, disappearing on the top of Huashan Mountain.

It's really fast and fast.

In the eyes of everyone, Master Mingyue was an eccentric old monk who came in a hurry and left in a hurry, and stood on the field with his eyes closed for a few minutes.

Many people murmured whether the old monk was sick.

Mr. Mo Da doubted with a look on his face. He could see clearly. After Master Mingyue opened his eyes again, the expression in his eyes had faded away, and his eyes were full of exhaustion. The way he left was even a little slow, as if he had just experienced a scene War.

He suddenly awakened, and his face was extremely shocked, the sea of ​​consciousness, the battle of ideas.

Ye Feng, in the end, could actually have an unknown idea battle with Master Mingyue. It is a pity that there was clearly a big battle, but he could not witness the battle between them.

Du Zhong saw Mr Mo Da in amazement, and seemed to be alert

He did not understand why Master Mingyue left after a while, but from the look of Mr. Mo Da's face, Mr. Mo Da must have found something.

He quietly asked Mr. Mo Da: "Mr. Mo Da, why did Master Mingyue leave in a hurry, and what did you find?"

Mr. Mo Da smiled bitterly: "They have fought, an invisible war."

(End of this chapter)