Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Duan Silie had already grasped a big gun in his hand, while the monk opposite him had already obtained the iron beads again, which was the weapon of choice for both parties.

However, the two did not fight together immediately, but looked at each other.

The rising momentum of the two men made the people around them feel depressed. Many soldiers subconsciously moved back further, so the military attache was closer to the front.

A gust of cold wind carried a fallen leaf in the courtyard and flew between the two of them.

At this moment, the monk was still holding the Buddha beads and stood still, but Duan Silie moved in an instant.

Duan Silie's figure changed from stillness to movement, and the air flow from his body blew away the dead branches and leaves around him. He took more than ten steps in an instant before thrusting out the spear. The sound of the spear tip breaking through the air was like the roar of a strong wind.

"Alas."

The monk's eyes widened instantly, and his eyes were filled with energy. Good work!

A vague aura filled the iron bead in his hand, and he suddenly swung it forward the moment the tip of the gun approached.

"When~~"

The iron beads collided with the tip of the spear, and the sound that erupted was as exaggerated as the ringing of a temple bell. The duel between the two sides officially began at this moment.

The tip of the spear was knocked away but the iron beads were also knocked away.

At the same moment, Duan Silie used his strength to spin around, and the next moment his spear was blocked by his body. He turned back and attacked the monk's open middle door with his carbine.

The monk also had to move away from where he was.

However, Duan Silie's right leg kicked hard on the barrel of the gun at this moment, causing the spear that was originally piercing straight to turn into a sweeping sweep, hitting the monk with a whistling sound.

The barrel of the gun made an exaggerated arc, and the flickering light on the tip of the gun even more pointed out the trajectory of death.

With this kind of terrifying strength and offensive, even the innate master Monk Feng did not dare to take on the attack forcefully, and could only retreat again and again.

Duan Silie knew that his skill was not as good as that of his opponent, so he launched a violent attack in just a split second. He wanted to use his fierce offensive to break down the monk's immobility.

At this moment, Duan Silie took advantage of the situation and moved forward. When the spear was swinging and turning, he immediately put his other hand on the barrel of the gun. However, it did not offset the force. Instead, his body rotated along with the barrel of the gun, and his feet continued to add force.

Duan Silie's body turned rapidly, chasing the monk with his spear, and the man and spear combined to bring out a roaring tornado.

"Woo~" "Woo~" "Woo~".

The surrounding withered grass, fallen leaves and even the remaining snow were all swept up in the strong wind brought by Duan Silie. The movement caused by Duan Silie with one shot seemed to really turn into a tornado.

The momentum of the marksmanship and the terrifying power shocked all those watching the battle.

This is simply not like a battle between mortals!

"This" "Is General Duan also an innate warrior?"

"How can such power be achieved by human power?"

"Then how can the monk stop it?"

Not to mention other military attaches, even the old governor Zou Jie was shocked. He had been in charge of the army for decades, and he had not slacked off in martial arts. He had seen all kinds of rising stars and martial artists.

But I have almost never seen anyone with moves as powerful as Duan Silie.

Faced with such an offensive of dancing tornadoes, the figure of the opponent's general was almost blurred, and the monk kept retreating rapidly with the beads in his hand.

Everything was just a fight. Everyone thought that Duan Silie had the upper hand, but the monk was filled with fighting spirit. Such an opponent was worth fighting.

There was about to be a corner behind him, but the monk moved at this moment.

"drink--"

After a loud shout, his feet suddenly stepped up and exerted force.

"boom--"

The bluestone bricks under his feet were directly trampled to pieces, and two large bricks were stepped on and tilted up. Duan Silie came over regardless of the gunfire, and was about to break the bluestone and the people behind him together.

"Bang~" "Bang~"

Before the bluestone collided with the spear, it was smashed to pieces by the monk's palms.

At this moment, countless rubbles turned into sharp arrows and shot toward the approaching tornado.

"When" "when" "when" "when".

The spear was like an extension of Duan Silie's arm, shattering countless flying rocks in an instant, but the tornado was also broken.

The monk rushed forward in an instant, the iron beads in his hands turned into afterimages, and his defense turned into an offensive.

Duan Silie's pupils contracted, as if he saw a monk rushing towards him amidst the rubble and smoke, holding a Buddhist ceremony. Surrounded by afterimage-like Buddhist beads, these beads were not compassionate, but would break if touched.

Not daring to take a hard hit, Duan Silie retreated quickly, using enough force to lift the tip of his spear onto the ground, causing a large stone slab to rise up.

"boom--"

The stone slab exploded in an instant, and the rubble was flying. The monk's Buddhist beads were dancing wildly, and Duan Silie's flower stick was spinning. The movements of both sides were so fast that even the military attachés watching the battle could not see clearly.

The soldiers who were a little further away could only see two blurry figures colliding and fighting rapidly.

Every sound of gold and iron clashing was like a loud bell, and many soldiers even needed to cover their ears.

This was a duel that no one present could have imagined before the fight. The martial arts of both parties were beyond common sense!

Almost all the soldiers watching the battle had retreated outside the courtyard. Many people only dared to lie on the wall and watch, and had to retreat from time to time.

The military attachés insisted on standing in the courtyard and would withdraw if they retreated. This was their dignity.

A military attaché suddenly shouted.

"careful--"

Then several military attachés around them immediately retreated quickly, and the next moment the ground nearby cracked and dust flew.

"Bang~" sound.

A long spear flew towards him, and the gun body was nearly half submerged into the ground. The bluestone slab that bore the brunt of the attack was shattered into pieces like a spider web.

"Hoo, ho, ho, ho, ho"

Duan Silie's breathing sound was like a broken bellows. At this moment, his energy was released. He was sweating all over his body. His hands were trembling slightly. He stood there and looked at the monk opposite.

The monk clasped his hands together, held the iron Buddha beads on the Buddha's rites, and bent down to salute Duan Silie.

Even in Nanyan Wulin for so many years, he has never had such a hearty battle, not to mention that he is now in the innate realm.

"My Buddha is merciful, and the general is merciful. Given time, maybe the general will have the opportunity to reach the innate state!"

Duan Silie's martial arts is definitely high enough, but the monk also knows the difficulties of the innate realm, so even if he is the general in front of him, he only dares to say that he has a chance, but he has already defeated tens of millions of people!

Duan Silie tried his best to calm down. He had tried everything he could to win, but he still couldn't force the opponent to use his full strength.

"Duan fought extremely happily, with a total of seventy-two moves. He tried his best! It's a pity that the master can't use his full strength."

Then the monk hasn't used his full strength yet?

Zou Jie and all the military attachés looked at him with disbelief. If the monk had not been here, no one would have believed that Duan Silie was in the state he was in just now and said he was an innate warrior.

The monk had a calm face. How wonderful it would have been if he had met Duan Silie back then.

It's just that this thought seems so calm at this moment.

"General Duan doesn't need to blame himself. The poor monk is already grateful. Now let's fulfill the agreement."

"But I think the master hasn't had enough fun yet——"

The monk's words were interrupted by a sudden voice.

The sound seemed to be coming from afar, echoing in the temple. People around him subconsciously looked around, and the monk's eyes gleamed!

This sound transmission represents powerful control, unfathomable internal strength, and most likely, innate true energy!

"How about you let me have a good fight with Master?"

This sentence is already close by.

Everyone, including Duan Silie and Monk Wu, looked at the entrance of the temple gate. A figure had appeared here at some point.

Maybe they were all attracted by the duel, or maybe some soldiers were neglecting their duties, but no one noticed or reported it before.

This man was dressed in a cloud-patterned robe, with a blue ribbon on his head. There was a look in his eyes that showed the vicissitudes of life. He looked ageless, but it was hard to tell his age despite his wealth. There was no sign of excitement when he stepped into this temple that looked more like a large camp.

"Senior Long——"

Duan Silie let out an incredibly excited voice, which also meant that many people around him understood the identity of the visitor!

Yi Shuyuan entered the temple in the form of a flying dragon, with martial arts energy stirring in his chest like ocean waves. Seeing that the helpless monk was also overjoyed, Yi Shuyuan felt even more arrogant.

Yi Shuyuan just walked into the courtyard, first nodded towards Duan Silie, and then his eyes only saw the monk holding the iron Buddha beads, and he bowed his hands.

"It is better to choose a day than to hit the sun, and to meet by chance is worse than to meet. I am a flying dragon. I am here today to give you a defeat!"

His voice was calm and his tone was indifferent, as if what he said was the truth, but it was also a kind of extreme conceitedness and arrogance!

The helpless monk's eyes were ignited with martial arts passion, and his calm voice was filled with infinite emotion and expectation.

"My Buddha is merciful. Dayong is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. Thank you, senior, for being willing to show up and teach me!"

There is no doubt that the person who comes is a warrior in the innate realm.

There is no doubt that compared to the monk himself, the other party must have already reached the innate realm, and it is understandable to call him "senior".

"You have lost some vitality, and I won't take advantage of you. Let's decide the outcome within thirty moves!"

Yi Shuyuan's voice was still calm, but the fighting spirit was already permeating the air. How happy it would be to compete with an innate master!

"Senior, please show off your weapons!"

The monk didn't talk nonsense. In an instant, his aura changed from a compassionate Buddha to an angry-eyed Vajra, filled with murderous intent!

Duan Silie was so excited that he quickly ran towards the edge of the courtyard. The military attachés around him also retreated.

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Just use the palm of your hand. Master, there is no need to worry."

The monk smiled and nodded, not feeling the insult at all. At this moment, his whole body was boiling with energy.

"Bang~"

The bluestone slab was directly stepped on and cracked. The monk took action without any warning, attacking Yi Shuyuan who was very close at hand. The beads in his hands roared, and his palms became more like afterimages.

Yi Shuyuan swept his long sleeves, caught the beads with his sleeves, rolled them up, and then greeted them with his left hand.

The movements of the two parties were constantly flashing, and their bodies seemed to change places, moving around the courtyard, but the prayer beads and cuffs were always entangled together, one person's left hand and the other's right hand intertwined rapidly.

Outsiders' eyes are sore watching but they don't want to miss any moment. It seems that the two are inextricably fighting.

"Who has the upper hand?" "I don't know, Dragon Warrior won't lose, right?"

"General Duan, what do you think?"

Zou Jie couldn't help but ask. There was a huge gap in martial arts between them and Duan Silie. Perhaps only Duan Silie could see it clearly.

Duan Silie shook his head slightly.

"Only Master Wu is attacking, Senior Long seems to have not taken action yet."

Haven't taken action yet?

Compared to Duan Silie, the monk certainly understood the situation, and used his innate true energy to stab Yi Shuyuanzhongmen with his palm. However, he saw the cuffs floating towards him, and his energy suddenly exploded and turned his palm into a fist, attracting all the spiritual energy around him. .

"boom--"

The force of the punch set off an invisible wave of air, causing dead branches and leaves and dust to fly around.

The two sides separated briefly, but the monk immediately rushed towards Yi Shuyuan, who jumped back lightly like a weightless feather.

Without using any magic, just with a breath of innate innocence, Yi Shuyuan floated like an immortal, his feet never touching the ground.

"The power of Xiantian's true energy is unparalleled, and it allows people to understand all the subtleties of martial arts. Does the wonder of martial arts lie in the moves? In the power? In the power? Or in the heart?"

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan still had the energy to speak, and his tone remained calm.

The helpless monk's feet turned into afterimages, and his fists and palms stabbed but could not get close to Yi Shuyuan. Instead, it seemed that his fist force was pushing the opponent to float backwards.

Although this strange state cannot sway both sides of the battle, it can make those watching the battle stunned!

"Maybe it's all, or maybe it's not enough!"

Snow began to fall in the sky unknowingly, and snowflakes fell, and everyone seemed to be able to vaguely see some clues.

The snow swirled and spread between the two of them, forming a powerful trajectory, and the Dragon Hero seemed to be always walking on a ripple.

"It's still in the right time, in the right place, in the people and in the balance between heaven and earth!"

"Bang~"

The monk's true energy exploded, turned his fist into a stab, and accelerated forward in an instant. He even broke through the barrier formed by his own energy, and approached Yi Shuyuan in an instant.

The hands of the two sides came into contact again, and fists exchanged several times in an instant. However, in the monk's opinion, the first one felt physical contact, and the next few times he could not touch the person at all.

The next moment, his arms felt cold, as if a snake was passing by, and his chest was slapped.

When this palm fell, the snowflakes in the sky were instantly shaken away.

"boom--"

The monk was like a prawn, arching his body and flying backwards, but Yi Shuyuan, who was like a ghost, actually followed behind.

But at this moment, the monk's eyes flashed, and he finally took the initiative to attack!

At the same moment, the Buddhist beads in the monk's palm exploded as he opened his arms fiercely, and the iron beads turned into deadly flying stars, spreading all over the front.

"Whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh", "whoosh".

But obviously this move can't do anything to Yi Shuyuan, and the monk himself knows this, so he just blocks the road.

After the feint, he had already planted his feet on the ground. With the traces of plowing on the ground, he used the force to move forward again. His fists were at the top of his head, one to the abdomen and one to the face.

It's just that Yi Shuyuan's body was spinning, and he was able to avoid the flying beads like a fish among the iron beads, and even passed by with his fists. He only raised his hand to catch the elbow that was thrown at him, and his body position was misplaced.

In the monk's mind, it seemed as if the opponent was dragging Feng Xue to one side, or to be more precise, it was as if he was one with Feng Xue and was pushed to one side by his energy, fists and feet.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom".

At this moment, on the ground and at the base of some surrounding walls, the places where the iron beads were hit were like being hit by cannonballs. There was a loud noise, and the onlookers were frightened and fled one after another.

"When martial arts reaches a state beyond the innate, it is no longer just fists and kicks. Movements can be like thunder, or like wind and clouds. It may not be strong to break open monuments and rocks, but it is the way to break through formations with flowers."

Yi Shuyuan's words seemed to be in his ears, but the monk turned around several times but couldn't see him clearly. Even he could hardly keep up with his movements, as if there were several afterimages around him.

"drink--"

The monk's figure turned into a blur. Since he couldn't see clearly, he just relied on his feeling.

In an instant, the two sides fought fiercely again, this time with more force. Not a single piece of bluestone under their feet was intact, and the sound of flying sand and stones was like thunder.

"Using the power of true energy to destroy people and defeat all the masters of martial arts, even monsters and monsters can be killed!"

As he spoke, the image of Long Feiyang in front of the monk seemed to become clearer. With all his energy, he held the Buddha salute with one hand on his chest for a moment, then cut his palm out!

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan really became clear in front of the monk. He did not dodge or dodge, and greeted him with one palm.

"The thirtieth move!"

"boom--"

The moment the two palms met, a muffled thunder sounded in the courtyard.

The next moment, the wind and snow filled the sky with dust and gravel.

"boom--"