Chapter 1235

Dozens of Qi swords fly through the air simultaneously.

Sharp sword Qi fills the surroundings.

In the present day, there are many sword users. Among them, the most outstanding is undoubtedly the Goryeo's Yi Sword Master, Fu Cailin. This person is the only swordsman among the three Grandmasters. Besides that, the sword path of the Cihang Jingzhai is also famous in the martial arts world.

However, whether it is the Yi Sword Art or the Sword Canon of the Cihang Jingzhai, they are completely different from the sword art displayed by the person before them.

As the Qi swords come through the air, Liaokong only feels the heaven and earth turning upside down before his eyes; the sky... is collapsing.

As a monk, he has always considered himself to have pure senses, and even if the sky were to collapse, he would not be alarmed.

But when such a feeling truly appears before Liaokong, he feels a deep sense of powerlessness.

Liaokong naturally will not sit and wait for death.

When he personally broke the Zen of Silence that he had practiced for thirty years, he knew that the person before him was an extremely difficult opponent. To deal with this person and to keep the He's Jade in the other party's hands, he must exert all his strength.

In the next instant, Liaokong abandons his palms-together stance and strikes out with a palm.

Under this palm, the heaven and earth energy from all directions surges over, collapsing with Liaokong's palm as the center. This is somewhat like the Heavenly Demon 08 field of the Yinkui Sect, but in reality, it is still somewhat different.

The heaven and earth energy collapses with Liaokong's palm as the center, and then, at the moment his palm strikes out, it exhales outward.

In this inhalation and exhalation, the terrifying power transforms into an overwhelming palm force that meets the Qi swords unleashed by Su Xuan.

If this palm strike had been seen more than ten years ago, Su Xuan might have praised it endlessly.

The Su Xuan of more than ten years ago, although also very strong, had not yet completely embarked on the path of immortality cultivation. Facing those exquisite moves, he would not have lacked praise. Unfortunately, Liaokong is unlucky to have encountered the Su Xuan of today.

Even though the Su Xuan here is only a wisp of the true self's Primordial Spirit power, which was able to manifest only by borrowing the wishes of sentient beings within the He's Jade, that level of insight is truly and solidly present.

Su Xuan does not even look at Liaokong.

"Break!"

Liaokong's full-force strike shatters abruptly after the first two Qi swords break through the air. And there are dozens of such Qi swords. In a short instant, Liaokong has exhausted all his skills, but it is ultimately in vain.

The Qi swords pierce through his body, leaving hideous wounds, and bright red blood sprays out, staining his moon-white monk's robe red.

Liaokong spits out blood foam, as if enlightened, and yet also as if feeling some regret. He struggles to sit cross-legged on the ground, presses his palms together, and says once more, "Amitabha..."

After the sound spreads, his head suddenly droops, and he dies on the spot.

In the Jingnian Zen Temple, the many warrior monks, having seen Liaokong break the Zen of Silence, were already terrified. They never expected that after breaking the Zen of Silence, Liaokong would only say two sentences and then die just like that.

On the moon-white monk's robe, bright red blood spreads, casting a terrifying air over Liaokong's handsome face.

Looking at Su Xuan, finally, the heartstrings of a monk from the Jingnian Zen Temple snap completely, "Demon! He is an unworldly demon!"

"The Zen Master died to subdue the demon; we absolutely cannot let this demon leave the temple!"

A monk declares his determination.

After witnessing Liaokong's death with their own eyes, some feel heartbreak and then fear, while others feel anger. Soon, more warrior monks surround and attack Su Xuan.

This actually gives Xu Ziling, who is behind Su Xuan, an opportunity.

The fact that a high monk like Liaokong died before his eyes horrifies Xu Ziling. Then, taking advantage of the chaos and the distraction of the many monks, he leaves this place. Just as Xu Ziling is preparing to head toward the back of the Zen temple, he hears a faint sound in his ears, so he hurriedly turns his figure, arrives at a hidden spot, and sees Kou Zhong and Ba Fenghan.

"Little Ling, it's good that you're okay!"

Kou Zhong is very excited to see Xu Ziling.

Xu Ziling nods, then shifts his gaze back toward the plaza, "I don't know how many people will die in this battle today."

He sighs.

Xu Ziling is kind by nature and cannot bear to see innocent people die before his eyes, but he knows that this battle today can no longer be stopped.

That mysterious person took away the He's Jade, which is intolerable to the Jingnian Zen Temple.

Liaokong broke the Zen of Silence of thirty years to stop him, and now, he has even died at that person's hands.

As the Zen Master of the Jingnian Zen Temple, Liaokong's death will only incite the anger of the many warrior monks in the Jingnian Zen Temple, and that person, judging from his few previous words, is clearly a character who refuses to suffer a loss.

Just as Xu Ziling thinks, many warrior monks attack Su Xuan.

Su Xuan continues to control the Qi swords that killed Liaokong.

Dozens of Qi swords circle around Su Xuan, and many warrior monks die one after another before they can even get within thirty feet of Su Xuan.

This is a terrifying scene.

For an ordinary swordsman, three feet in front of them is already considered a forbidden zone—"within three feet, defeating all enemies" is a saying. But this person is even more excessive; the range covered by these Qi swords is a full thirty feet, which means that approaching this person is an extremely difficult task, not to mention that the other party has other strange means. Xu Ziling still remembers the incident where the four guardian Vajras of the Jingnian Zen Temple were injured by Su Xuan's gaze.

"This person's strength is so formidable 593; he could clearly have chosen other ways to leave this place, yet he chose to start a massacre. Is he a member of the Demonic Sect?"

Xu Ziling mutters to himself.

"Regardless of what kind of person he is, I just hope this person is not one of Li Shimin's people."

Kou Zhong hears Xu Ziling's words and responds.

"With the He's Jade falling into the hands of such a person, and even Liaokong dead, it is basically impossible for us to take the He's Jade. While that person is still dealing with these monks, we had better leave this place quickly."

Kou Zhong adds.

Xu Ziling and Ba Fenghan nod.

Taking advantage of the Jingnian Zen Temple falling into great chaos, the three of them quickly use their movement techniques to leave the place.

Not long after they leave, Su Xuan has slaughtered who knows how many warrior monks. On the large plaza, there is a scene of corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood.

His figure sways and suddenly rises from the ground.

A clear breeze gathers beneath his feet, lifting his figure. As his sleeves flutter, he looks like a true immortal.

Looking down from above, Su Xuan surveys the Jingnian Zen Temple, seeing the vast Zen temple, golden and brilliant, extremely magnificent.

"Heh, nothing more than this!"

A strange smile appears on the corner of Su Xuan's mouth, and he says something with an inexplicable meaning. After that, his body sways again, and he leaves this place.