Chapter 10

Peng!

The white-clad woman's figure moved, and in an instant, she had covered several dozen feet. The space in front of the monk Wenda almost instantly split into a silver crack. Only then did the moon-white figure come into view, and a fierce sword light slashed down. The power had not even reached him, yet a chill ran down his neck.

Wenda's face tightened. The white-clad woman's attack at this moment was several times stronger than before. Just a fleeting shadow passed, and in the next instant, the attack was already at his throat.

"Buddhist door opens, Three Buddha Shield!"

At the critical moment, a deep roar suddenly came from Wenda's mouth. Brilliant light surged, quickly coalescing in front of him. The shield's surface was like pure gold, with three lifelike Buddha statues of different forms. Six golden Buddha eyes shimmered with light, and a pale golden light shield covered the shield's surface. A vast energy circulated, exuding a force that could not be shaken.

Clang!

The white-clad woman's wrist trembled, and the raging sword light instantly transformed into a fierce dragon swallowing lightning. It heavily slashed down onto the golden shield. The moment they touched, a dazzling electric light burst forth, lighting up half the sky. Xunqiu's heart beat violently, as if it would leap out of his chest. An irresistible force fiercely washed over his body, as if it would lift him off the ground.

Crack!

As the impact slightly dissipated, Xunqiu strained to open his eyes and look toward the source of the storm. The scattered energy streams cut his face painfully. Not far away, Wenda's robe was already tattered, and the white-clad woman's snow-white gauze clothes were also somewhat disheveled.

Hearing the cracking sound, Wenda's pupils constricted. The golden shield in front of him emitted a mournful cry and then exploded into a shower of fragments. He instinctively raised the golden staff in his hand to block his body. The sword energy, like a meteorite falling, slashed down, cutting the golden staff in half and then fiercely striking his chest and abdomen.

Whoosh... Thud!

A figure was directly thrown back from the source of the energy, flying a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye, and then crashed to the ground, sliding backward to create a forty-foot-long trench before finally stopping.

"Cough!"

A light cough sounded. The disheveled Wenda stood up, extending his somewhat withered hand to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. His golden skin had returned to normal. He patted his chest, and the intense pain made him grimace. A deep sword wound ran diagonally across his chest and abdomen. If not for the protection of the Heavenly Net True Skill, this sword would have cut him in two.

Slowly raising his head, Wenda stared at the white-clad woman, who had a cold expression. A smile appeared on his lips, filled with determination. Ordinary techniques were still ineffective against this Celestial Angel!

"Decaying body, no need for it. Amitabha."

Suppressing his thoughts, Wenda murmured softly. As the last word fell, his pupils turned a pale gray, and the vitality within him gradually dissipated.

Brilliant light surged, and a new wave of overwhelming punitive power quietly arose. He clenched his hand, and the true power of Buddhism within the golden space seemed to be summoned, rushing toward him. A golden flame ignited around his body. Although he was in pain, his aura rapidly soared, and it seemed to surpass the white-clad woman.

"Self-immolation of the Buddha body?!"

"The old man, you really don't care about your life."

A cold snort, the white-clad woman's eyebrows furrowed, and she did not dare to be careless. She stared at Wenda, and then clenched her hand. A burst of primordial energy suddenly sounded from within her body.

The moon-white gauze clothes fluttered without wind, and a moon-colored silver disk seemed to pierce through the void, breaking through the sky with a creak. In the next instant, it hung high above the white-clad woman's head, making her figure even more mysterious and majestic. A powerful wave of energy spread from the moon.

"Thousand Miles of Bright Moon!"

The white-clad woman's gaze was as sharp as a blade, and her voice was cold and deep. Without further ado, she flicked her sleeve, and the moon above her head instantly emitted ten thousand rays of silver light. Where the silver light swept, the Buddhist light seemed to melt like snow. An invisible wind pressure spread, and the surrounding space was distorted by the pale silver light. The energy flowed and operated according to the white-clad woman's will.

As the silver light extended, the Buddhist true power gradually retreated. Wenda's gray pupils tightly focused on the center of the bright moon, a bitter smile on his lips. He then sat in the air, leaping into the sky, chanting continuously. The golden light in the entire space surged again.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Converge!"

Wenda's lips moved, and then he clasped his hands together, his piety evident. A majestic Buddha shadow appeared behind him.

As the Buddha shadow appeared, a peculiar wave of energy spread, emitting a buzzing sound. The Buddha shadow rapidly enlarged, reaching a hundred feet in the next instant. The surrounding Buddhist power surged, and the many Buddha images and scriptures carved in the Golden Zhu Mixed Yuan Bowl regained vitality. Countless golden Buddha images formed a worshiping posture, gathering toward it.

In a few breaths, the rapidly expanding moonlight had crossed the center of the space, rushing toward Wenda. The majestic golden Buddha seemed to sense the danger, and its deep golden eyes suddenly opened. In the next instant, two golden beams shot out, transforming into two golden torrents under the infusion of the surrounding Buddhist light, colliding with the incoming silver light at the center line.

Boom!

Like a mountain flood, the two different energies collided like rivers flowing in opposite directions, instantly creating a hundred-foot-high energy splash, dividing the entire space into two distinct worlds: one cold and moonlit, the other bathed in golden light, with ten thousand Buddhas converging.

"Quite a few tricks."

A high-spirited fighting spirit emanated from the white-clad woman's bones. She then raised her jade finger, forming a strange seal in front of her chest. Three colors—green, white, and purple—shot out from her body, converging in the sky to form three hundred-foot-long magical swords. One green, one white, and one purple, the swords shimmered with light, their sharp points aimed at Wenda in front of the golden Buddha.

Zzz!

At the point of the magical swords, a storm of wind and thunder instantly arose. The thunder roared, shaking the silver waves. A vast killing aura poured down from the sword tips, creating a world-ending storm. The shimmering light on the sword tips was so fierce that it made one tremble.

"Three-Color Falling Sword!"

The white-clad woman stepped on the void, her body flipping upward. With a flip of her hand, the three magical swords trembled violently, their fierce aura capable of cutting through the universe and splitting the space, under the illumination of the surging silver light.

Moving three feet, Wenda looked at the huge light swords pointing from a distance. The fierce aura had already locked onto his body, clearly leaving no room for escape. He spread his hands, and the golden flames around his body intensified, forming a terrifying torrent. At the same time, the golden Buddha behind him emitted ten thousand rays of light, enveloping half the space in a golden nebula. Countless golden Buddha images formed a grand array, like a vast star river, encompassing the universe.

Standing proudly in the air, the white-clad woman was radiant with silver light, ethereal and majestic, like a fairy from the moon palace, or a being capable of controlling the primordial energy of heaven and earth, mysterious and awe-inspiring. She raised her hand, and the leading white magical sword suddenly activated, piercing the sky and plunging into the golden barrier on the opposite side, like a meteor falling to the ground, creating countless ripples.

As the first sword struck, the green and purple swords transformed into two raging dragons, roaring toward the opposite side. The three beams of light shot forward in a conical shape, breaking through the center line in the blink of an eye, and the fierce pressure fully enveloped the golden barrier.

Wenda's hand reached out into the air, and a golden finger pierced through the void, ancient and majestic, like a pillar supporting the sky, with even the fingerprints clearly visible. The moment the giant finger appeared, it struck the leading white magical sword, producing a clear ringing sound that echoed continuously.

The golden Buddha did not move, but its eyes were fierce. Two golden flames shot out from its eyes, transforming into two hundred-foot-long fire dragons, which met the green and purple swords in the next moment.

Whoosh!

Three against three, they intertwined, dividing the entire space into gold and silver on either side, with the center dyed in a rainbow of colors. The giant finger held the sword tip, and large sparks burst with a crackling sound. Four raging dragons coiled and bit each other, neither giving in. The two figures, maintaining their attacks, stood in the air, their bodies swaying with the impact waves.

Seeing the stalemate, the white-clad woman's eyelids flickered, and she lightly flicked her jade finger, sending a faint, invisible force through the surging energy in the space, quietly penetrating to the opposite side.

A faint smile appeared on her face, and this time, it would be enough to decide the outcome...

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