Chapter 73 Sword Maniac
Chanxin Temple is located halfway up Feilai Peak.
However, the place where the two strong men fought was not in Chanxin Temple, but at the top of Feilai Peak.
After all, the attack power of the Martial Saint was too strong. He could destroy mountains and cut off rivers with a flip of his palm. If they really fought in Chanxin Temple, I am afraid that half of the temple would be destroyed afterwards.
As they approached the top of the peak, they saw a middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain. It was the founder of Chanxin Temple, Mu Xinzhi.
"Meet Your Majesty."
Mu Xinzhi suddenly said.
Everyone hurriedly turned around and found that Sima Tongsheng had gotten off the dragon chariot at some point and was standing on the top of a big tree in the distance with his hands behind his back.
"Haha, Master, don't pay attention to me. Concentrate on recuperating. I am very interested in the result of this battle."
Sima Tongsheng smiled faintly.
"Okay, I hope that today's battle will not disappoint Your Majesty."
Mu Xinzhi said with his palm raised, and then continued to close his eyes and regulate his breath.
About an incense stick passed.
Suddenly, a shocking sword force rose from the bottom of the mountain, splitting everyone's mind like a thunderbolt from the sky.
Everyone hurriedly looked down the mountain and saw a middle-aged man in green clothes walking up the official road with a long sword on his back.
The man walked steadily and calmly, and walked up the mountain step by step without rushing or slowing down.
"It's the sword maniac, he's finally here!"
"Why is he walking so slowly, as if he's not in a hurry at all?"
"He is cultivating his strength, just like Mu Xinzhi sitting there to regulate his breath, they are constantly improving their state. It can be said that although the two have not started fighting, they have already started another level of competition."
Everyone whispered, just watching the sword maniac, walking up the mountain step by step.
The sword maniac, from the Fengyu Sword Sect of the Jianghu sect, has been addicted to swords since childhood.
This person is about the same age as Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi.
But unlike the two of them, who were either born with genius or met a strange person since childhood.
The sword maniac used to have low talent and no adventures. He was just obsessed with sword practice.
In his early years, when Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi had already become masters, the sword maniac was still just a martial artist in the post-natal realm.
But thirty years ago in the East China Sea, after the sword maniac obtained the nameless Taoist scriptures, he began to practice in seclusion, focusing on studying Taoist scriptures and swordsmanship, and rarely cared about worldly affairs outside.
Perhaps it was because of his sincerity in swordsmanship that ten years ago, he actually comprehended a set of "Shocking Sword Classics" from the nameless Taoist scriptures.
Since then, the sword maniac's cultivation has made rapid progress. In just ten years, he has crossed the post-natal realm and master all the way and entered the realm of martial saint.
Although such an encounter cannot be said to be an epiphany and ascension, it is also rare in the world.
One incense stick!
Two incense sticks!
Three incense sticks!
The sword maniac walked step by step, and no one dared to urge him.
In front of him, everyone separated to both sides, fearing that they would be hit by his shocking sword power and be seriously injured.
After a long time, Jianchi finally walked to the top of the mountain, only eighteen steps away from Mu Xinzhi.
One step!
The sword power of Jianchi suddenly doubled!
Two steps!
The sword power doubled again!
Three steps... Four steps... Five steps...
When Jianchi took the ninth step, his sword power had already soared into the sky, shaking the world.
At the same time, Mu Xinzhi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, also stood up slowly, with a magnificent and majestic Zen spirit all over his body, like the Buddha descending to the world.
Clang!
The long sword behind Jianchi was unsheathed, and the sharp sword energy slashed towards Mu Xinzhi like the creation of the world.
"My Buddha has mercy!"
Mu Xinzhi chanted the Buddha's name, raised his left hand in front of his chest, and pointed at a flower with his right hand.
Everyone felt that they had hallucinations, and they seemed to see a tall Buddha statue standing behind Mu Xinzhi.
The Buddha statue also smiled like Mu Xinzhi, and stretched out his hand to block the terrible sword energy of Jianchi.
Boom!
The sword energy and the Buddha energy collided, and a terrifying force suddenly radiated, and the entire mountain was directly shattered, and dust flew all over the sky.
Fortunately, the crowd of onlookers stood at a relatively far distance, otherwise hundreds or thousands of people would have died just by this one blow.
In the dust, the sharp sword energy and the brilliant Buddha light kept fighting, and even the clouds in the sky were stirred.
Everyone was stunned. Is this the strength of the martial saint?
Their power is so terrible that it is not an exaggeration to say that they can fight against thousands of troops alone.
After a long time.
The dust in the sky gradually dissipated, and everyone hurriedly looked into the distance.
On the top of the mountain that had become a ruin, Jianchi and Mu Xinzhi were still standing nine steps apart, as if they had not moved.
Suddenly, the sword maniac said, "As expected of the supreme master of Buddhism, I lost."
"Amitabha!"
Mu Xinzhi put his hands together and said, "It's just a difference of one move, it can't be considered a win or loss, I just took advantage of the home field."
"Master, don't be modest. With our level of cultivation, there is actually no difference between home and away, because there are very few things in the world that can shake our minds."
"Lose! I lost! I am not someone who can't afford to lose, but when I improve my cultivation in the future, I will challenge you again. Goodbye!"
The sword maniac sheathed his sword and jumped down the mountain. After a few jumps, he reached the foot of the mountain.
At this time, the top of the mountain was still quiet, and everyone had not recovered from the shocking battle just now.
Although the sword maniac lost, no one present dared to mock him.
After all, even if the sword maniac lost, he lost to another martial saint. As for them, they might not even be able to catch half of the sword.
Sima Tongsheng and Mu Xinzhi looked at the sword maniac who was gradually going away on the official road with serious eyes.
The two of them almost had the same idea at the same time - when the sword maniac came out of retreat next time, his strength might surpass them.
The two couldn't help but think of what Zhao Mu had said thirty years ago when they were in the East China Sea.
At that time, Zhao Mu told them that if they could put aside worldly affairs and concentrate on cultivation, they might enter the realm of heaven and man in the future.
But unfortunately, they didn't listen to Zhao Mu after all.
For thirty years, they have never been able to let go of the power in their hands, and have been sinking into the world of mortals, unable to extricate themselves.
Although they have relied on their top talents, they have all entered the realm of martial saints.
But since then, their cultivation has been slow for a long time, and now they are almost caught up by the sword maniac who is behind.
"Do we really have no chance to break through the heaven and man in this life?"
The two sighed silently in their hearts.
"I wonder where you are now, sir. If I can find you, I really want to ask you again, do we still have a chance?"
In the crowd.
"Sword maniac! I didn't expect that the Great Jin Dynasty would have such an interesting person."
"He is sincere in swords and has no distractions. Maybe in the future, the first person in the Great Jin Dynasty will be him."
Zhao Mu praised and turned down the mountain: "Let's go, we should go somewhere else."
"Don't you want to see them?"
Zhou Yue looked at Mu Xinzhi and Sima Tongsheng.
"No, it's troublesome. I'll meet them when I need them in the future."
Zhao Mu shook his head, took the two women down the mountain, and continued to travel around the world.
