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Chapter 505

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"That should be enough, Palace Master."

The monk soldiers of Enryaku-ji had all pressed onto the steps at the entrance of Tang Zhaotisi. Behind the battle formation, only Minamoto Choryo and that monk from Enryaku-ji remained.

Watching the experts in the temple being killed by Li Miao one by one, although there were two fewer than Shintoism, Enryaku-ji's foundation was not as good as Shintoism's, so the monk sank his face and said sinisterly to Minamoto Choryo.

"That person's condition has been probed."

"He is seriously injured, his body cannot move violently, and he has to pay a price for both moving and attacking. His protective true Qi has been weakened quite a bit. You and I are enough to break it, but we may not be able to hurt him. But if he doesn't disperse his protective true Qi to attack, he can't hurt you or me."

"I don't know how many more moves he can make, but it's estimated not to exceed five. But these five moves are enough to form a fatal threat to you and me... Knowing so much, Palace Master."

He took a step forward and stuck to Minamoto Choryo's face.

His figure was already much larger than Minamoto Choryo's. At this time, he looked down at Minamoto Choryo from a high position, a pair of three-white eyes without any Buddhist compassion staring at Minamoto Choryo's eyes.

"Can you take out your 'method' now?"

The two sides were only cooperating temporarily after all. After killing Li Miao, the two sides would probably have to fight again immediately. The monk was angry on the surface because of the death of his own warrior monks, but in reality, he wanted to force out Shintoism's methods.

He bent down slightly, put his face in front of Minamoto Choryo, his true Qi surged, and he stomped his naginata on the ground a few times.

"Can you?"

Minamoto Choryo didn't seem to feel his hostility at all, maintaining a leisurely smile on his face, and nodded.

"Of course I can."

He raised the round fan in his hand slightly and pointed to the side.

"In fact, I'm already using it, look—"

The monk's gaze subconsciously shifted slightly in the direction he pointed.

Squish.

"?"

The monk heard a sticky sound.

He instinctively turned his head to look at Minamoto Choryo, and then looked down. A hand was inserted into his abdomen. If one listened carefully, one could hear the sticky "gurgle-gurgle" sound of fingers groping between the internal organs.

He looked up along the arm and saw Minamoto Choryo's cheerful smile.

"See it?"

Minamoto Choryo's tone didn't change at all, as if he hadn't done anything, and even that folding fan was still pointing to the side.

The monk frowned.

"Did he attack me?"

"But why didn't I feel any pain? There is not a shred of hostility on him... Is it my illusion?"

The monk should have exploded and counterattacked, but at this moment, he only felt his mind clouded, thoughts rising and falling one by one, but none could leave a trace in his heart, let alone drive his body to make a move.

Suddenly, he felt his throat sink, a buzzing sound in his ears, and a rusty taste surged up his nasal cavity along his esophagus.

Splash—

A sound of dripping water.

Minamoto Choryo raised his blood-stained hand, held a twitching, beating red fleshy fruit in front of him, and the folding fan pointing to the side also drew a circle, pointing to the beating heart.

"See it?"

He smiled and asked again.

The delayed severe pain and the emptiness between his chest and abdomen only then surged into the monk's mind. He instinctively raised his hand to grab the heart in Minamoto Choryo's hand, but was easily dodged.

"Ah, that won't do."

Minamoto Choryo took a step back, watched the monk's face twist, cover the gap between his chest and abdomen, and slowly fall down, smiling gently.

"It was hard to steal it while you were distracted, I can't let you take it back."

The monk glared at him angrily. The abundant Qi and blood brought by the Heavenly Human realm and the deep Shaolin inheritance allowed him to still have the ability to act even if his heart was pulled out.

"No, there's still a chance!"

"As long as I drag it out until I use healing techniques to restore my heart, kill him, and then kill Li Miao!"

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