Chapter 560: Nianhua Finger

Ten cold lights slashed onto the protective true energy. The attacks of the Shinto swordsmen went from bottom to top, bringing up the filthy blood on the ground, while the attacks of the Enryaku-ji monks went from top to bottom, and the strong wind turned the filthy blood into a dense blood mist, outlining the contour of the protective true energy.

Looking closely, one could see that at the points where the ten cold lights fell, the protective true energy had been broken into tiny gaps.

Yuan Chaoliang in the distance felt certain.

"It can be broken!"

"His state is indeed wrong!"

Li Miao's state was not ideal.

Before Master Bodhidharma completely dissipated, he shattered his heart and lungs, leaving true energy seeds in his body that restricted his recovery. Although on the surface his face was only slightly pale, in reality, from the moment he left the Izumo Taisha until now, he had been diverting a part of his mind every moment to maintain the beating of his true energy heart.

Now his breathing and heartbeat were controlled by reason—the mental exhaustion led to the weakening of Xuanlan, which was the reason why the Japanese experts could break his protective true energy.

This was just true energy.

The Daoist school collectively referred to the brow, heart, and dantian as the three dantians. Strength originated from blood and energy, and blood and energy originated from the middle dantian, the Jianggong, which was the heart. Without a heart or lungs, strength was like duckweed without roots, difficult to sustain.

According to his temperament, he should have rushed up to slaughter them. The reason he stood still and only used protective true energy to fight was precisely because of this.

Those who came to besiege Li Miao were all experts who had been through many battles, and they instantly saw this clearly.

"It can be broken!"

"His spirit is lacking, his true energy is not solid enough! His blood and energy are deficient, his strength cannot be generated!"

"We can win!"

Although Li Miao's last full-strength move was the battle with Zheng Anqi, that battle took place in the Forbidden City, and not many people knew the situation. But the scene of Zheng Anqi fighting Zhu Shoujing and nearly ten honored guests alone was widely circulated.

They themselves were about the same as the honored guests. Even if Li Miao's state was unusual, Zheng Anqi was also seriously injured and not yet recovered at that time. They knew very well that if they couldn't break Li Miao's protective true energy, they would just be lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Now, they saw the hope of victory.

In the blink of an eye, ten gazes crossed, and in an instant, they understood each other's thoughts and set a strategy.

Three people feigned an attack, dragging out the protective true energy.

When Li Miao was stretched thin and unable to attend to both ends, the remaining seven people joined forces to attack one point!

Swish!

Two warrior monks and five swordsmen retreated rapidly, disappearing into the rushing monk soldiers in an instant.

And the remaining three warrior monks laughed, used the counter-shock force of the downward slash to flip in mid-air, landed, shook their naginata blades, and each set up a stance.

"Oh."

Li Miao looked at their stances and smiled, as if he hadn't noticed their calculations at all.

"Fumo Shovel Technique, Pumen Staff Technique, Little Yaksha Stick Technique, all are the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. Did you steal Master Bodhidharma's inheritance, or did you steal Master Jianzhen's master?"

He knew that these warrior monks could understand.

To practice authentic Shaolin martial arts, one must know Central Plains language. Those profound terms in the Buddhist inheritance could not be thoroughly understood by finding an approximate word in Japanese to translate them.

Sure enough, as soon as he said this, the face of one of the warrior monks suddenly sank.

"Shut up! Heavenly Demon!"

He shook the blade pole, and the blade fell!

"We are the authentic Buddhist school; it should be you Heavenly Demons who stole the inheritance of our Buddhist school!"

"Shameless!"

Clang!

This strike, filled with anger, once again slashed a gap in the protective true energy.

The other two warrior monks also had gloomy faces, lowered their bodies to dodge the sweeping true energy, and attacked Li Miao's side with all their might.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Under the desperate offensive, the protective true energy Li Miao had set up was actually worn away bit by bit, and the blade was getting closer and closer to his skin.

Li Miao didn't care at all, just twisting his fingers and saying.

"Heavenly Demon?" ===== CHAPTER 561 =====