Xuanxia

Chapter 486 Countermeasures
"Is today's chaos because of him?"

Li Jingzhe looked solemnly at Huijue in the sky and asked in a low voice.

His fighting spirit had reached its peak at this moment. His long sword had been unsheathed without him knowing when, and his whole body was filled with a strong sword intent.

Yuan Zhen carried Fu Qingzhou on his back and sighed, "It was...Uncle Huijue who was trying to snatch Master Fu away."

"Whatever he wants to do."

Li Jingzhe said calmly: "Based on what he just did, Mingjian Pavilion cannot sit idly by... Master Yuanzhen, please step back."

As he spoke, he slowly walked forward with the knife in hand.

At this time, Huijue in the sky also stepped towards the crowd step by step.

There were wailing and cursing in the Jinchan Temple. The corpses and remains of the bloody monks who had just died in the explosion were scattered all over the Jinchan Temple. The monks who were still alive looked up at the evil monk in the sky, the chief monk whom they once revered so much. Some of them wept, some bowed their heads and chanted scriptures, and some cursed.

But Huijue no longer cared.

Every step he took was on the void. Blood-red lotuses sprouted under his feet wherever he passed, and a blood-red gale blew faintly around him.

The strong wind blew towards Li Jingzhe and others, causing pain on their faces.

"Master Li."

Yuan Zhen whispered: "You...are no match for him."

"I can spare it."

Li Jingzhe said calmly: "Everyone in Mingjian Pavilion, first send a letter to inform the pavilion and send people to support, then form a mysterious spirit formation to help me temporarily increase my strength!"

"Yes!" The secret envoys of Mingjian Pavilion responded in unison and quickly dispersed - even the magicians of Paishulou also dispersed quickly. A group of people each found a fixed position and formed a strange formation, surrounding Li Jingzhe in the center.

There are more than thirty of them. Just this number of Mingjian Pavilion secret envoys alone is enough to scare away any force in the world!

At this moment they formed a formation, but... they wanted to temporarily send all their strength to Li Jingzhe.

Yuan Zhen's eyes fixed, he bowed slightly to Li Jingzhe, then quickly retreated with Fu Qingzhou on his back.

As the formation of the people in Mingjian Pavilion was formed, a strange fluctuation began to spread in the surrounding air. This fluctuation brought up waves of spiritual white mist, which gathered from all directions and rushed into the center of the formation madly as if being attracted.

Li Jingzhe stood in the center of the formation with his eyes closed. As the spiritual white mist continued to gather, his momentum also rose steadily, like an unsheathed wild sword, gradually revealing its edge.

At the same time, Huijue in the sky also felt this unusual breath.

He stopped and looked coldly at Li Jingzhe below, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

He could feel that this opponent, who he originally thought was not a threat, was now emitting an aura that made him feel palpitating.

"Mingjian Pavilion..."

He murmured, "Besides Ning Baimei, there is actually someone like you... Sir Li, it's a pity that this boring little formation... you can't stop this poor monk."

Li Jingzhe ignored it.

Finally, when the last wisp of Lingxu white mist was inhaled into Li Jingzhe's body, he suddenly opened his eyes!
At this moment, his eyes became as sharp as a knife, as if they could see through all illusions. The long sword in his hand also began to emit a faint light, as if it was in tune with its master's mind and eager for a fight.

"Evil monk Huijue!" Li Jingzhe pointed his long sword to the sky and shouted, "You have committed bloody crimes in the Buddhist temple in the capital. Mingjian Pavilion will not tolerate you!"

After saying that, he flashed and turned into a ray of knife light and rushed towards Huijue. Huijue was not to be outdone. He smiled slightly, put his hands together, chanted the mantra, and turned into a ray of blood light to meet him.

The two met in the air, and suddenly there was an earth-shaking roar.

Li Jingzhe's swordsmanship is mysterious and unpredictable, and every swing of the sword carries endless sword intent and spiritual fluctuations; and Huijue's skills are also strange and extraordinary, with blood and Buddha's light intertwined to form a unique power.

Their battle was like two torrents meeting in mid-air. Every collision caused huge energy fluctuations. The air around them seemed to be torn apart by this force, forming terrible storms. The buildings in the Jinchan Temple were crumbling in the aftermath of their battle, as if they would collapse at any time.

"puff!"

After several collisions, the people from the Mingjian Pavilion who were forming a formation below fell to the ground one after another, bleeding profusely, their faces quickly becoming dejected.

Yuan Zhen was shocked: "Dear donors..."

“No, it’s okay…”

A fallen secret envoy reluctantly said, "Xuanling Formation... Even if we can't hold on, Lord Li... can still hold on for a while..."

"A moment?"

Yuan Zhen's eyes flashed with worry and he looked up at the sky.

A moment is not enough...

Above the sky, Li Jingzhe became more and more courageous as the battle went on.

His swordsmanship has surpassed the imagination of ordinary people. Every swing of the sword carries a destructive force, as if it can split the sky and the earth. The figures of the two people flashed and moved quickly in the air. Every time they fought, it caused a roar and shock between heaven and earth. "Is that all?"

Huijue's voice sounded somewhat boring: "Nothing more than that."

During a fierce confrontation, Li Jingzhe swung his sword at Huijue, but the opponent easily dodged it and hit him in the chest with a backhand.

The heaven and earth shook, and Li Jingzhe felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

"Wow——" After landing, Li Jingzhe couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale as paper, and his chest even sank. It was unknown how many ribs were broken.

The spiritual white mist that had just surged into his body also quickly dissipated from his pores... In just a few breaths, his newly enhanced aura had dissipated.

Huijue did not chase after him, but just looked coldly at Li Jingzhe who was lying on the ground, with a disdainful smile on his face.

Before his smile faded, his figure had disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, he was already beside Yuan Zhen.

"!!!"

Yuan Zhen was shocked, but before he could open his mouth or make any move, a force that seemed gentle but contained terrifying power came over him.

Huijue seemed to do nothing, he didn't even raise his hands, he just raised his eyelids.

But as soon as they raised their eyes, Yuan Zhen and the surrounding members of the Ming Jian Pavilion were blown away like sand and gravel blown by a strong wind. They fell heavily to the ground, each of them breaking the trees beside the boulevard and rolling into the bushes, with no one knowing whether they were alive or dead.

"puff!"

Li Jingzhe, who was already seriously injured, was also shocked by this force. He immediately vomited blood mist again and fell on his back.

For a moment, only Fu Qingzhou was floating in front of Huijue.

"Buddha's son..."

Huijue smiled and reached out his hand to touch Fu Qingzhou's face: "You finally came to me."

Before his hand touched Fu Qingzhou, it changed from stroking to tapping, and a white jade-like finger gently touched Fu Qingzhou's forehead.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, there was an inexplicable shattering sound coming from Fu Qingzhou's body. The sound was crisp and loud, like a precious jade being smashed to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a thick black smoke rose from Fu Qingzhou's body!
The black smoke rolled and twisted, as if it had life, circling and dancing in the air.

Huijue's pupils condensed!
"This is……"

He muttered, but before he had time to think, the black smoke quickly wrapped around his arm at an unimaginable speed!

Wherever the black smoke passed, Huijue's arms quickly frosted and melted. Even the fingers that were first entangled by the black smoke had completely turned into ice cubes and shattered when stirred by the black smoke!

"!!!"

Huijue was startled and flashed several feet away.

Buddha's light surged from his body and focused on his right hand, quickly dispersing the black smoke... but the arm part that had already melted into ice could never be restored. The palm of his hand, along with half of his forearm, shattered into a pile of ice chips.

"Such a strong ghost atmosphere."

He frowned and looked at Fu Qingzhou: "How could this be..."

But soon, Huijue calmed down again: "As a Buddhist, it is normal to have secrets... But as long as I take you away, how long can you last with such a small trick?"

The broken forearm didn't seem to cause him any pain at all.

He simply raised his still intact left hand and made a few Buddhist seals with one hand.

A golden beam of light suddenly rose up from under Fu Qingzhou's feet, enveloping him.

The golden light column quickly turned into a golden sphere, sealing Fu Qingzhou inside, and floated in front of Huijue.

"All right."

He smiled: "Buddha, follow me..."

Halfway through his words, Huijue saw a flash of strange light in the corner of his eyes.

He suddenly raised his head, looking past the golden ball that wrapped Fu Qingzhou and gazing at the distant sky.

I saw a ray of light that looked like a sword but was not a sword among the blue sky and white clouds above the capital city... and it was approaching.

(End of this chapter)