Chapter 100 The Sanskrit Sounds While Snow Flying (2/2)

Because Liu Dazheng didn't pretend to attack him to force him retreat, which was beyond his expectation.

The opponent's hand was as heavy as a mountain and chopped his neck!

Two muffled sounds almost sounded at the same time!

The faces of them became pale.

Master Mo's palm hit Liu Dazheng's chest, while Liu Dazheng's hand chopped at Master Mo's neck. At the moment when Master Mo's and Liu Dazheng's clothes flew backward, Li Keyong, with a murderous look, was crossing the threshold and rushing into the courtyard with his long spear.

Song Jiao leaned against the door frame on one side of the gate. Because Li Keyong ran quickly, her purple robe flew slightly. She kept her eyebrows low and did not stop Li Keyong. She let the other party run past her as if she didn't see him.

The monk who dressed in a robe and held a Magic Wand and didn't move on the roof was reflected in Song Jiao's eyes.

That was her opponent.

Li Keyong rushed to Li Ye and wield his long spear to directly stab at Li Ye's face. He made a simple and direct attack, adopted the most effective offensive tactics, and went the shortest way.

The Spiritual Wind, centering on the blade of the spear, poured madly and rapidly against the direction of the spear's penetration, which made the spear looks sharper. It seemed that it could penetrate through a heavy shield of gold or stone.

”Are you afraid?!” Li Keyong shouted with a murderous look, happiness on his face. ”Don't run if you're brave!”

He shouted this sentence, apparently because he was very confident, just like he had seen the scene that Li Ye was spitting blood.

He certainly had confidence, because he used the Thunderstorm Attack with all of his might.

His had killed the main general of the army and the masters of Jianghu by the Thunderstorm Attack.

Li Keyong was used to fighting in the battlefield and countless enemies had been killed by his long spear. If one piled up their bodies, he or she would see a hill.

His strength was based on countless lives. His achievements were recorded in the Rewarding Record of Military Department!

The grassland tribes on the north side of Yin Mountain and the other side of the Great Wall who had been invading the border for many years clearly knew the weight of Li Keyong's name, and had a deep memory of this rune-sparkling long spear!

Li Ye who was in front of Li Keyong was very calm. Facing of the Li Keyong's Thunderstorm Attack that was fostered in the battlefield by countless blood and life, Li Ye didn't show any fear. He just pulled out his Luke sword.

There was a loud sound of the sword when it came out of the sheath.

The Sword Qi flew out, like the flood dragon coming out of the sea and soaring in the air

Li Ye also stabbed at Master Mo straightly.

Unlike Master Mo's tactics, his tactic and Li Keyong's were simple but full of murderous look.

”Sword Qi Born Lotus!”

Li Ye knew that today's battle would not last long, because what they wanted was not only victory or defeat but also the opposite side's death. Since the two sides have decided to kill their opponent, there was no need to use all kinds of tactics.

Li Ye's face looked a little dim behind the green lotus, but his voice was clear. ”Whoever quits first will lose!”

”Come on!”

The long sword and long spear collided with each other, Spiritual Qi scattering like meteors. The loud sound of explosion surrounded them, dust flying like fog.

Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others in the courtyard saw Li Keyong rushing in. They had already taken out their magic tools and were ready to fight.

But before they started, they felt stiff and were unable to move. The body seemed to be turned into a stone. The Spiritual Qi in Ocean of Qi seemed to be sealed and couldn't be mobilized at all.

All other police of Chang'an Palace couldn't move at all, just like Wang Li and Shangguan Qingcheng.

About twenty cultivators inside and outside the yard all stood in the same place and couldn't move.

There appeared a solemn Buddha, bathing in golden light, in front of them. No one could see how large it was. They only saw it shaded the sky and covered the sun. It was supreme august so that people could not help worshipping it.

Those cultivators who had low cultivation and frail mentality had knelt down and worshipped, trembling.

Wang Li and Shangguan Qingcheng looked pale and struggled to support.

In front of the gate of the courtyard, Song Jiao, who only looked at the monk, stretched out her hand and waved, as if she was dusting for the Buddha. Then the Golden Buddha in front of her disappeared. The purple-robed beauty snorted coldly, ”You use the Huge Buddha in front of me. Don't you see me?”

When she was saying that, the Extreme Cold Xiao was put to her lips. With the moving of fingers, the music of Coldness of Yi River flew out, like snowflakes.

The world came into winter as soon as the Xiao rang.

In front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng, and other people, the image of the Golden Buddha began to sway, snow flying all over the sky.

Monk Huiming, who was calm and looked like a Buddha statue in the temple, changed his gaze when he heard the sound of Xiao. He became serious at once and looked at Song Jiao. His momentum had changed and was full of murderous look.

”Since entering the Central Plains, I have never seen a man whose cultivation is as high as yours.” The monk put down his Magic Wand, sat cross-kneed on the roof, put his palms together devoutly, closed his eyes slightly, and began to chant incantations.

With his lips fluttering, the sound of chanting Buddhist sutras began to spread out. At this moment, golden light which was as dazzling as the sun shone at his back, making him look like a Golden Buddha.

The sound of Sanskrit was scattered, and the snow dissipated and the Buddha's light gradually flourished in front of Wang Li, Shangguan Qingcheng and others.

Song Jiao became serious and the music of Coldness of Yi River suddenly became powerful.

Then the Golden Buddha faded again, and the heavy snow flew again.

Song Jiao and the monk started an invisible but dangerous contest in this battlefield, using the sound Xiao and Sanskrit as weapons.

Those whose technique was better could seize the control of this place and dominate the whole battlefield!