Jun Mo walked into Lankehou Temple, and the monk in the yellow-clothed clothes in the stone plaza surrounded the Buddha's words, and the iron pestle and copper bowl in his hand smashed it like raindrops. Some practitioners with deep realms and faster reactions also cast flying swords.

Sometimes it is not a good thing to react quickly, but it is like this at this moment.

Jun Mo waved his sleeves, and the aura of heaven and earth in the courtyard was in chaos. Countless copper bowls and iron pestles shot back. The monks were covered in blood by their own natal objects, dying, and seeing that many people were about to breathe.

Then he coldly looked at the practitioners who had a deep realm and faster reaction. Those practitioners suddenly felt the power of force pressing into their bodies, and more than ten flying swords were shot down by autumn rain, and some practitioners even died of shattering sea of ​​consciousness and spewing blood.

There were screams in the stone plaza, and the broken limbs flew everywhere, and blood flowed into a river. Even if the autumn rain gradually gradually became rapid, it could not be washed away in a moment. A strong smell of blood tear the quiet breath of the ancient temple.

Ye Su looked at the wooden sword quietly, and the rain hit the sword surface, gradually washing away the two white marks left by the two characters of Ning Que. Then he raised his head and looked at the man wearing a high crown.

Jun Mo saw that there was no black carriage under the stone steps in front of the hall. He looked at the chessboard in front of Master Qishan, and his expression was slightly calm. He sensed a gaze. He looked sideways and happened to meet Ye Su's gaze.

The two of them didn't speak, and their expressions were indifferent.

With a chorus, Ye Sumu's sword was unsheathed, mixed with autumn rain, and stabbed Junmo.

At this time, Jun Mo finally set out his sword.

From the Buddha Light Array, walking into the Lanke Temple, all the way, anything that stood in front of him was shocked. He never set out his sword because he had never met anyone worthy of his sword. Ye Su was a Taoist genius who had seen through life and death more than ten years ago, so he naturally had the qualifications to set out his sword.

Jun Mo has a tall crown and a big robe, and he can't see where the sword box is placed.

But when his sword appeared, everyone in the temple could see it.

Because his sword is different from the swords of all sword masters in the world. The sword body is extremely wide, so wide that it is hard to imagine. It doesn't look like a sword at all, but more like a square piece of iron.

Such a square iron piece is extremely conspicuous and it is difficult to not see it.

Jun Mo's sword was meant to be seen by everyone.

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The second Mr. Academician and the walking sword of the Taoist sect finally met in the autumn rain in Lanke Temple.

Ye Su's sword is silent and silent, ruthless, ruthless and unconscious. Walking in the autumn rain seems to have become real autumn rain, which can moisten things silently, but there is no spring rain pity for life.

Jun Mo's sword opened and closed. He followed straight lines in the rain. Every time he reached the end, he would seriously violate the rules of sword-controlling skills in the minds of practitioners. He suddenly turned back and still walked in a straight line.

Ye Su's Taoist sword is the thinnest cold wind and the faintest autumn rain, which can enter everything in the world.

Jun Mo's iron sword is extremely square and cannot enter the wind and rain.

In a very short moment, the wooden sword and the iron sword collided in the rain for countless times. It seemed that another collision did not happen. Qiuyu was forced to fly horizontally by these two powerful swords.

Suddenly, Jun Mo's expression was slightly stern, and he turned around and rushed towards the Buddhist temple without hesitation!

At this time, Ye Su's wooden sword was unparalleled in the autumn rain, and would come to a land three feet behind him.

Junmo looked at Qi Nian in the Buddhist temple, his face pale slightly, and his wide sleeves flicked behind him.

The square and wide iron sword roared back from the wall of the temple on the west side. It no longer painted square patterns like before, but started drawing straight lines very simply. It looked straighter and harder, so it was more powerful!

Ye Su looked at Jun Mo who was walking towards the hall, turned around indifferently, no longer looking at him, but looked at the courtyard wall of the back temple and a temple eaves under the slope, with the meaning of thunder and lightning hidden in his eyes!

Junmo walked towards the broken Buddhist temple, and Ye Su looked at the eaves of the courtyard walls and eaves. They were all the most powerful people of the younger generation and the most proud people. Then they looked at each other and turned around without looking.

There was a bright accumulation in the rain clouds above Lanke Temple, lightning fell, and thunder sounded loudly. The wooden sword passing through the autumn rain seemed to be struck by thunder, with a hint of shinyness, and with the wind and thunder, it continued to stab Junmo!

The iron sword and the wooden sword finally had a real collision within the level visible to the naked eye.

The autumn rain dissipates, and the thunder and lightning roars!

Ye Su's swordsmanship seemed to have understood the ultimate truth in the world at this time, and he had even stepped into the realm of Apocalypse half a step!

Jun Mo still did not look back and was still rushing towards the Buddhist temple.

He has no rules that belong to him, nor does he have the power of Haotian like a monk who can borrow the power of Haotian. However, his and his iron sword believe in a certain rule, so indestructible that that rule has even become his own rule in a sense, and that rule is order.

His iron sword protects absolute order.

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Qi Nian's lips were a little white, soaked in the autumn rain, and still looked a little dry. When it moved slightly, it was like the dry white fallen leaves in the rain, trembling gently.

The people around the stone steps in front of the hall were shocked to the extreme and their expressions changed drastically because they knew that they would soon see the long-lost meditation in the world of practice.

The Buddhist sect has been practicing the seven thoughts for sixteen years and has never broken the precepts. Even in the snow forest on the lakeside of Chang'an City, he faced the mysterious Demon Sect leader for twenty-three years, but he still did not break the precepts.

From this we can imagine what it means to break the precepts after sixteen years of meditation.

Qi Nian's lips opened slightly, and half of the broken tongue could be seen vaguely. His face looked very calm and he said a word softly. Because he had not spoken for too long, he seemed a little confused.

"disease."

What he said was too ordinary and casual, so people couldn't feel that it was like a person who had not spoken for sixteen years. The first word he said formed a huge gap with people's imagination.

The temple of Lankehou is quiet.

The Buddha's stone statue on the top of the Washan Mountain in the distance seemed to have heard this word. The Buddha's face carved from the rock suddenly became vivid and seemed to be extremely compassionate.

The Buddha's stone statue faced the right palm of his right hand at the foot of the mountain. There was a hole that Ning Que had shot with the Yuan Thirteen arrow. The hole did not change at all, but the Buddha light shot out from his palm disappeared.

The Buddha's light appeared on Qiming's body.

His eyes fell on the chessboard.

The ground of the ancient temple began to shake violently, and the monks and practitioners who were lying in a pool of blood were shaken into the air, and countless cracks appeared on the walls of the temples of the Nakaji Temple and the Qian Temple.

A slightly swinging dumb bell next to the plum blossom outside the Buddhist temple suddenly hovered in the air. A dense crack appeared on the surface of the ancient bell, and then exploded like a flower!

The bell cracked like a tile!

The plum blossoms turn into snow!

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In the autumn rain, the second senior brother's black hair fluttered backwards, and his belt was floating around, and he was extremely angry.

Then he did something that no one could have thought of, even Ye Su, who was equally proud, could not have thought of.

He reached out to recall his Kuanfang Iron Sword, but he ignored the Taoist sword with the wind and thunder behind him. With an angry roar, he threw the iron sword towards Qi Nian in front of the hall!

Jun Mo did this, which was equivalent to leaving all his back to Ye Su.

He is the proud and powerful second-class teacher of the academy, but he left his back to Ye Su who had already entered the Apocalypse Realm half a step away. This is still no different from suicide!

Ye Su looked at the temple courtyard wall in front of him that was wet by autumn rain. He felt the changes behind him, and his expression suddenly turned sharp and shocked in his heart and thought: "This person has such a strong mind!"

Jun Mo collected the sword and invited Ye Su to kill him, betting whether Ye Su dared to kill him!

Ye Su sighed and pulled away his sword.

Jun Mo won, or he won the bet.

However, under such circumstances, who in the world, except for the second senior brother of the academy, dares to bet like this?

Or maybe Jun Mo calculated that Ye Su would definitely withdraw his sword. So is this still a bet?

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The wide and straight iron sword left Jun Mo's hand and rubbed with the air at high speed, carrying a bright ray of light. Before the sword edge, the stone steps were twisted, deformed and cracked, and no one dared to stop them!

The power of a throwaway was vaguely similar to Liu Bai's sword in the sky before!

Just as Qi Nian's eyes were about to fall on the chessboard, the iron sword arrived.

The iron sword cut off his gaze and landed on the chessboard.

Sixteen years later, the word "火" that Qi Nian said is still floating inconspicuously in the autumn rain.

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The autumn rain is silent. The hall collapses soundly.

With the continuous roar and loud roars, the Buddhist temple gradually collapsed and turned into ruins.

The smoke and dust in the sky are gradually destroyed by the rain.

Jun Mo walked into the ruins of the Buddhist temple, his face was slightly pale, his robe was slightly dirty, and he was absolutely symmetrical in the past. Even his eyebrows, which were exactly the same as the numbers on the left and right, became a little messy.

He didn't see the chessboard.

After a moment of silence, he picked up the somewhat deformed iron sword from the broken bricks and wood in front of him, and slowly straightened the iron sword with both arms - although it was not too straight, it was enough to cut people.

Then he looked at Qi Nian.

The first seat of the Hangkong Temple Precepts Court, after a while of gasping, returned to some cultivation. His left hand trembled, picked up the Ullambell left by the Buddha in the pool of blood in front of him and threw it towards the steps!

Jun Mo didn't even look at it, and stretched out his left hand to hold the copper bell in the air.

The Buddha nature remaining in the Ullam Lingling felt the disrespect of this hand and trembled in anger.

Jun Mo's left hand was very stable, with slender knuckles, and the Buddha's light from the copper bell seeped out from his fingers.

His knuckles were slightly white and he tried his best.

With a click, the Ullanbell turned into a broken copper and iron in his palm!

Ning Que cannot touch the Ullamyan bell because the Buddha believes that he is an evil spirit. The second senior brother can touch the Ullamyan bell because even the aura left by the Buddha can feel his disrespect, but he cannot think that he is an evil spirit.

Jun Mo is upright and confident, and will not be deceived by any external objects at all. What's more, he is most disgusted with Buddha in his life. He thought that if he is all evil, what is your Buddha?

The sacred objects of the Buddha Sect were destroyed. As the bell holder, Master Baoshu was heartbroken, but his heart was greatly shocked. His face turned very pale, and he shouted angrily: "Jun Mo, you are so brave!"

Jun Mo glanced at the head of the Hangkong Temple's Discipline Courtyard, and tightened his right hand holding the iron sword slightly.

With a sound of silence, the remaining left arm of the treasure tree broke away from its body and fell into the autumn rain.

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Chapter completed!