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Chapter 225 Mohist teachings: love all and do not attack!
Although the two generals Heng and Ha in Taoism may not seem very powerful, the King of Mercy in Buddhism is really strong, and his strength and ability are first-class.

However, the more powerful the king is, the more profound the Buddhist teachings he needs.

No matter how you look at it, Zuo Zhengxuan is not a person with profound Buddhist knowledge. What exactly is his Buddhist teaching?
Lu Xing and Gongshu Zhongming hid and watched from the side.

They clearly saw how Zuo Zhengxuan blew away the heir of the Mohist school.

Whether it is hundreds of weapons or thousands of martial arts, he is undoubtedly the most powerful existence that Lu Xing and others have ever seen so far.

It is undeniable that Zuo Zhengxuan is now a true strong man standing at the top of all the descendants of various schools of thought.

Even a head-on tactical attack would not be able to penetrate him!

"Are you curious about why I use Buddhist secret techniques?"

"Haha. Vajrapani, although I can't easily call upon the angry Vajra, or even the Bodhisattva or Buddha, like that Buddhist disciple, but I also have a little understanding of Buddhism!"

"Heir of the Mohist School, can you defeat me?"

"Even if you defeat me, can you stop the forging inside?"

For the first time, the heir of Mohism spoke.

"That's where Taotie is sealed."

"It contains the resentment of countless wronged souls devoured by Taotie. The chains inside once suppressed Taotie. It is the best forging equipment."

"The evil left inside is the best baptism. Even if the forged Tiger Soul cannot be as powerful as the real Tiger Soul, it is definitely a magical weapon that exists in the world."

"The emergence of such evil soldiers will inevitably lead to the destruction of lives and suffering of the people."

"It is the duty of Mohist disciples to stop it from coming into the world!"

"——You really care about the world, haha. Let's see if you have the ability to stop it!"

Zuo Zhengxuan sneered and rushed forward again.

And Lu Xing couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

He looked at the heir of the Mohist School, as if he had guessed something, and couldn't help laughing.

So that’s how it is. No wonder the successor of Mohism was discovered!

It seems that you have noticed us a long time ago and realized that we were exposed, so you pretended to be exposed to attract the target, right?

You guy!

Although this was the second time he met the heir of the Mohist School, Lu Xing felt that this guy's broad-mindedness and decisiveness were so amazing!

I think I understand what you mean. In order to cover up some guys whose names you don't know, you may know them or you may not, but anyway, you have never met them twice, and you are willing to use yourself as bait.

Those words were directed at us!

You stopped Zuo Zhengxuan and the others, so we have to stop the forging inside, right!
He narrowed his eyes and smiled.

It was a close call, it was a close call. Okay, I'll trust my own skill this time and see if it really was a close call!

"Zhongming, Princess, let's go!"

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Realizing that Gongshu Zhongming and the others had left, the Mohist heir could finally devote himself fully to the battle with Zuo Zhengxuan.

No one else is to be feared. Without the arrival of real high-level officials, the only one who can be called a master is Zuo Zhengxuan.

Defeating him will ensure victory in this battle.

He was thinking about the battle with Zuo Zhengxuan.

When he was releasing punches and kicks, you couldn't feel his attacking aura at all. No matter how famous a master is, when he uses that kind of moves, even an outsider can sense the attacking momentum.

Not to mention the mysteries of magic and the rhythm of magic power.

A truly strong person will not miss this.

But Zuo Zhengxuan was able to make it so that his opponents couldn’t even notice his moves.

Moreover, his moves were all very fast and sharp, with his hands and feet swinging in a very short trajectory and small movements. Even if the distance was only one centimeter, he could swing and make an explosion sound!

Some people's means of attack require distance, and this is also the reason why weapons are stronger and longer.

Sufficient attack distance allows people to perform better.

But Zuo Zhengxuan's attack does not require any gaps or space to reach its strongest point!
If you can't defeat Zuo Zhengxuan with martial arts, you can only rely on your own magic.
Is it the magic of Mohism?

The inky aura emanated from the heir of the Mohist school. His black eyebrows gently cut open space, and the surrounding world seemed to have changed in an instant.

The world turned black and white.

The sky is white and the earth is black.

Black and white, endless transformations.

The heir of Mohism waved his hand, and the earth seemed to turn into sea water. The turbid air sank and turned into black water. The rumbling sea raised a thousand-foot water curtain. The heir of Mohism's figure continued to rise, as if he was in control of this world.

With his unrivaled magic power, he gathered the turbid air from heaven and earth, like a volcanic eruption.

Magic and magic power were mobilized to the extreme at this moment.

Where the turbid air meets the sky, there is a rumbling sound coming with the wind, like the roar of thunder or the howling of a strong wind.

The magic power ripples in the air, the turbid air seems to be angered, and ripples appear on the quiet surface of the turbid air.

Suddenly, like boiling water, gurgling sounds came from the surface and countless bubbles suddenly appeared.

Visibly, there is an arc rising from the surface, little by little, as if it is tilting.

At first, no one cared.

But slowly, the arc became higher and higher, and the small energy engulfed the surroundings, and the range became wider and wider. When Zuo Zhengxuan reacted, he had been swept away by the huge waves.

The huge waves were out of control and could not be resisted, so one could only look ahead silently.

——The colorful land built on the void, a false and illusory world.

——The huge black wave is enough to swallow everything!!

When the magic power trembled, the air shook, and the huge waves rolled in, everything seemed so fragile.

The roaring sound that continued to echo in the eardrums seemed to be mocking Zuo Zhengxuan's powerlessness and fragility.

Destruction is just around the corner.
“BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!!!”

There was a roaring sound in my ears and the world under my feet was shaking. The black wave had not yet arrived, but the horrible vibration made the world tremble.

"Crack!"

Amid the rumble of thunder, a crisp cracking sound was heard, but it was drowned out by the sound.

A crack has quietly spread above the huge clear and turbid air.
Zuo Zhengxuan looked up and his vision was completely swallowed up by the huge waves.

Under the thick dust, the turbid air descended like a natural moat, stretching across the sky without boundaries and casting a huge shadow.

The black waves continued to roll, with great momentum.

The turbidity came towards us, carrying with it the sound of destruction.

The ink-black color splashed up into the sky, turning into a large area of ​​darkness and spreading with the huge waves.

natural disaster.

With a calm face, Zuo Zhengxuan recalled quietly.

Being able to gather a huge wave of thousands of feet with one's own strength and destroy a city or even a secret place in an instant can only be described as a natural disaster.

Such a scene is unique among all the opponents Zuo Zhengxuan has ever fought.

But there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

In silence, he quietly raised his hand, and this action was like a signal, and the magic power began to flow. Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Zheng!"

Like the sound of a sword, it came from the void, and the rumbling sound of thunder was inadvertently blocked out. It seemed that there was only this sound in the world.

"call!"

Like a flame burning, the space behind him began to distort, and surging magic power spread in all directions. Faintly, it seemed that something in the distorted space was about to fly out.

A sharp blade suddenly appeared in front of Zuo Zhengxuan.

It is one meter long and pitch black in color. There is a crystalline blade at the tip of the sword, which shines like a bright light.

Lift your palm gently, then put it down gently.

The palm falls on the tip of the sword.

At this moment, it was as if consciousness was blending, swords were jingling, white robes were fluttering, and magic power was blooming!

There was a light in his pupils and his palm was quietly turning above the sword.

He gripped the hilt of the sword.

"Buzz!"

At that moment, the sound of swords resounded, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the magic power penetrated the sky.

——The arm was raised quietly, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky.

Then, he swung his sword.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

The sounds of wind, rain and roar suddenly stopped, and the world seemed to fall into silence.

Consciousness fell into a trance, the heaven and earth forgot to mourn, all things stopped mourning, and everything seemed to have disappeared.

Then, the magic power soared into the sky!

The red sword light flashed like lightning, illuminating the world in an instant. The light was radiant and surging, just one sword, but it was like the roar of heavenly fire, piercing through the world.

Countless eyes turned to it, and in a trance, the field of vision changed. The huge waves that stretched across the sea like mountains seemed to have become much smaller. The simple sword turned into thousands of feet, cutting across the sky and the earth.

In the world, there seemed to be only that brilliant sword left.

Unconsciously, the sword light had already swept past, the silence disappeared, the turbid air attacked again, and the majestic ink color turned into waves and submerged.

But the next moment, there was a loud bang!

"boom!!!!"

Torrents, huge waves, and dark turbid air roared in, and above the turbid air, raging flames burned.

Flames swept past, ravines appeared before the eyes, and countless turbid air flowed back and forth, rushing towards the huge abyss.

Huge waves collapsed, and massive lava rumbled down like a muffled thunder. The earth trembled instantly, and thousands of miles away, the virtual world wailed in sorrow.

The huge wave was stopped.

——This sword cuts through heaven and earth!

The battle of magic!
Who won?

Zuo Zhengxuan?
Or a descendant of Mohism?

No. Aren’t they equally good?

"Only then can you be my opponent, heir of the Mohist school!"

Zuo Zhengxuan moved, and he came like riding the wind, approaching the heir of the Mohist school in an instant.

He didn't strike with a sword, but with a palm strike that came out with a whoosh like a jab.

From bottom to top, the Mohist heir was unable to dodge and was hit on the jaw, hit on the abdomen with both palms, chopped by a hand knife near the collarbone of the shoulder, and pierced by his slender fingers on the thigh.

In an instant, the heir of the Mohist school flew backwards.

Zuo Zhengxuan was about to continue attacking, but the heir of the Mohist school reacted and waved his Mo Mei, and the turbid air around him turned into a big palm, pressing Zuo Zhengxuan in the middle.

But the next moment, a cold voice came from the water curtain.

"Still looking at the white snow, I am happy to meet the martial arts sky."

"My shadow is still among the thousands of officials, my heart is still in front of the seven schools."

"Today, the Han Dynasty is celebrating its revival."

A strong wind swept through, and the turbid air surrounding Zuo Zhengxuan was directly dispersed, and the strong wind shock wave came towards the heir of the Mohist School!

Without hesitation, the heir of the Mohist school, holding his black eyebrows high, released the power of this space without reservation.

The surging clear and turbid air crashed down, and the terrifying water flow swept over. Even though the shock wave was powerful, in this endless black and white world, the descendants of Mohism had an absolute advantage!

"The old man of Shaoling holds back his tears, sneaks along the Qujiang River in spring, and the palace at the riverside locks its doors!"

A cold voice was heard, and a powerful shock wave collided with the terrifying water curtain. In an instant, the whole world trembled!
Magic—tiger roar and dragon roar!
Behind him, the image of a Buddhist saint appeared.

Her body is white, with one face and two arms. She holds a phoenix-headed harp in both hands and plays it. She is dressed as a celestial maiden and looks like a twelve-year-old girl. She is adorned with rings, bracelets, and garlands. Her feet are crossed and she rests on a lotus moon disc.

——The Goddess of Sweet Sound!
Saraswati is a deity worshipped as the goddess of holy songs.

This is a deity revered by both Hinduism and Buddhism.

In Hinduism, Saraswati is the holy scripture of ancient Brahmanism, the Vedas.

She is the goddess of writing and language. If we trace her back to the Earth Mother, she should be the same entity as Saraswati. In Asan mythology, she occupies a very high position.

He is traditionally considered to be the wife of the main god Brahma, and the one who created the Sanskrit language.

Saraswati is the creator of Sanskrit and Devanagari script, and is the goddess in charge of music and art. She is known as Benzaiten in Japan.

Such a Buddhist goddess can also display her strength, which is far beyond people's imagination!
The heir of the Mohist school looked at Zuo Zhengxuan quietly, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Although getting close to Zuo Zhengxuan is a very dangerous thing, there is no risk without risk.

Let him see, whether he will cut off Zuo Zhengxuan's martial arts first, or Zuo Zhengxuan will shatter his body and mind first!

"Oh? You're approaching me on your own initiative? A fight to the death? I recognize your courage!"

Zuo Zhengxuan did not dodge or evade, and engaged in close combat with the heir of the Mohist school.

But in reality, it was just a one-sided beating.

The Mohist's skills are not worse than Zuo Zhengxuan's, but he is far inferior to Zuo Zhengxuan in close combat!
He endured Zuo Zhengxuan's terrifying force that weighed a thousand pounds, in order to find the key to victory in one blow.

The martial arts that Zuo Zhengxuan was most proud of, this martial art that was pure to the extreme, suppressed the heir of the Mohist school and made him unable to move.

Just using the same trick all the time, am I underestimating him?

Although his body was about to break, the heir of the Mohist school had gotten used to it.

His body has memorized the location of the hit, the speed of the attack, and the time to counterattack.

His eyes were able to follow Zuo Zhengxuan's movements, he seemed to be able to distinguish between truth and falsehood, his dark eyebrows moved!

It was still. Zuo Zhengxuan's attack stopped, his fists and palms stopped in mid-air. The beaten Mohist heir stared calmly at the enemy in front of him. Although his body had many fractures and even broken bones, he won.

This blow hit Zuo Zhengxuan's arm!
As if he had found Zuo Zhengxuan's weakness, Mo Mei Wufeng struck back, chopping Zuo Zhengxuan's arm off.

He used the sword without hesitation, and in an instant, completely chopped Zuo Zhengxuan into pieces.

Zuo Zhengxuan didn't even have the strength to fight back.

Zuo Zhengxuan himself didn’t realize that he lost?
He actually lost to the heir of Mohism?

How can it be?

Shouldn't I be the one who has gained the advantage just now?
"Oh, I see. I see."

"Hahaha, Mohist doctrine, love all and don't attack, hahahaha, so that's how it is!!!"

(End of this chapter)