676: You are a ghost

The two blade blanks in Ning Buxiu's hands, while wrapped in heavy power, also leaped with clusters of purplish-red firelight as the blade technique circulated!

And the Monk opposite.

While his body swelled, he also took heavy steps, charging towards Ning Buxiu like a giant!

"Boom! Roar!"

The third huge roar mixed with a tiger's roar that erupted tonight made everyone in the Ning family unable to sleep peacefully!

Back Mountain.

Ning Buxiu's giant blade blank heavily smashed into the golden light fist that the Golden Body Buddha in front of him clashed out with!

The moment the two forces clashed, the surrounding trees shattered inch by inch.

And the several-meter-tall Golden Body Buddha, whose seemingly extremely thick body, when colliding with the great blade in Ning Buxiu's hands, was also completely unable to resist and retreated several steps, leaving behind huge and deep footprints in the mountainous terrain!

"Whoosh~"

The firelight on the scorching blade exploded and fell to the ground, stirring up a patch of flames that began to spread in the mountain forest.

Ning Buxiu, as if completely unaware, lifted the great blade with his eyes full of Battle Intent.

"Come, let's fight to our heart's content!"

"Whoosh~"

As the blade technique circulated, the leaping flames in the forest also, like a Fire Dragon, circulated along the dancing trajectory of the great blade in Ning Buxiu's hands!

Like a blazing long Dragon!

Amidst the frenzied tiger's roar, Ning Buxiu pressed his advantage, arriving before the Golden Buddha, raising his great blade high, and chopping down towards the head!

"Roar!"

The clear sound of a tiger's roar was accompanied by the deep roar of the Bull King behind Ning Buxiu.

Bolstered by two first-rate Martial Arts and nearly two hundred years of external cultivation power, Ning Buxiu's eyes were completely bloodshot as the great blade in his hand slammed down with a boom!

The Golden Body Buddha only had time to block with both fists.

"Dong!"

The ground sank, and a hurricane swept through.

The golden light Buddha statue in the forest was like a nail.

It was heavily struck by Ning Buxiu, deeply driven into the earth!

After the tiger's roar faded, the radiance on the Golden Body Buddha's body gradually dimmed.

It was as if the golden foil on its surface shattered, and wisps of pitch-black evil tentacles leaped out.

"Benefactor, your killing intent is too heavy! Too heavy!!" From the Buddha's eye arm area, within the shattered golden light, one by one pitch-black eyeballs leaped out!

Under the effect of a powerful force, the Monk underground heavily gripped the iron weight that Ning Buxiu slammed down!

"Puchi!"

From the Monk's right shoulder, a pitch-black arm suddenly burst forth, and then tightly gripped the blade in Ning Buxiu's hand!

Feeling the opponent's formidable power, Ning Buxiu's expression remained unchanged.

As the Bull Demon phantom behind him gradually solidified, he also applied force to the iron weight in his hand!

For a moment, to others, the two of them were like they were fighting over that giant iron weight, and had fallen into a state of wrestling.

It was precisely when the two people's strength became heavier and heavier, and greater and greater...

"Bang~"

The blade blank they were fighting over in their hands suddenly snapped!

That half-meter thick iron blank was forcefully broken by the two of them, flung into the muddy ground nearby, and deeply embedded!

Ning Buxiu, as if he had been waiting for a long time, directly swung the blade in his other hand towards the third pitch-black arm covered in eyes belonging to the Monk in front of him!

The intact thing in Ning Buxiu's hand cannot be called a blade.

It also completely lacked any cutting power!

But the terrifying power infused into it.

in the pushing motion, heavily acted upon that pitch-black arm!

As the bones in less than half of the monster's arm shattered, the blade blank in Ning Buxiu's hand then even more forcefully tore off and dropped the flesh, tendons, and skin of this arm!

The arm fell onto the cold ground in the forest.

Before Ning Buxiu could relax his mood, the Monk in front directly smashed a fist onto his chest!

This move, if Ning Buxiu hadn't gone to chop off the opponent's arm, he could have dodged or blocked it.

But now... he could only take it head-on!

"Bang!"

The flesh on his chest suddenly caved in.

Ning Buxiu could feel the coppery sweetness in his throat.

Without any thought of retreating, facing the guy who had already pressed close, he inserted the remaining blade into the ground nearby.

Activating the Huodu Palm, he directly engaged in close-quarters, fist-to-flesh combat with the guy in front of him!

Ning Buxiu's palm prints, every time they struck the body of the Monk in front of him, would leave behind a patch of scorched black marks.

And that dense golden light also, with this patch of scorched black, completely dimmed.

What was then revealed were a patch of hideous eyes and some inexplicable strange organs and tentacles!

And the monster's attacks, every time they landed on Ning Buxiu, brought extreme impact and trauma!

Both sides had no defense whatsoever.

During the fight, it could be said that flesh and blood flew everywhere, extremely brutal!

It's just that this kind of injury exchange situation was absolutely extremely disadvantageous for Ning Buxiu on the Humans' side!

After all, the monster's injuries recovered extremely quickly, and even if there was Huodu residue in its body, it was still much lighter than the attacks Ning Buxiu endured.

An obviously unequal exchange of injuries, yet Ning Buxiu was still continuing.

This wasn't foolishness.

This was Ning Buxiu, who was familiar with the original work and understood the weakness of the monster in front of him, his strategy in this battle!

If there were others here.

they would definitely be able to discover in horror.

That Monk who originally looked majestic as if Buddha had descended to the world, at this moment, during the continuous fighting, was like a mask being torn off piece by piece, revealing patches of evil and hideousness!

As powerful aura surged out, the Monk's form also became increasingly terrifying!

"Bang!"

Finally, after the last clash, Ning Buxiu's steps flickered, appearing several meters away.

"Cough cough~" He coughed up some blood clots from his mouth.

Ning Buxiu looked at the guy in front of him, twitched his mouth, and said, "Truly tough."

This guy's current strength is already equivalent to those beside Yuwen Mingxuan, Tu Jia and Red Feather Envoy, just like the current Qiong Juanshu, equivalent to a true Evil Demon!

After all, this Monk himself was once a Soldier Envoy, and not just an ordinary Ghost Soldier Envoy; it's just that he couldn't devour the evilness within the Demon Soldiers and didn't become the so-called Buddha, instead, his mind was affected and he became a Ghost monster.

Ning Buxiu being able to fight him to this extent is already with the bolster of two first-rate Martial Arts.

However, if later Ning Buxiu were to use blade techniques to contend with him, he wouldn't have ended up with internal injuries and coughing blood.

This was all for the sake of letting the guy in front of him reveal his true form.

Ning Buxiu looked at the guy in front of him, his blood-stained mouth suddenly slowly lifted, "You say you are Buddha?"

"amitabha, this poor Monk has gone through Jie and Cultivation to this point, so naturally I have become Buddha." A majestic voice came out.

Someone who couldn't see his true form might think that this was an enlightened high Monk speaking.

But if after seeing the truth, it could scare people to the point of incontinence!

How could this be any high Monk? This was clearly a monster ball of flesh covered in tentacles, full of eyes, with over a dozen arms and over a dozen legs, without any discernible shape!

After hearing the opponent's voice, Ning Buxiu slowly picked up something from the ground.

It was an arm.

the arm covered in eyes that had just been chopped off from the Monk's body.

"Then take a look, is this how a true Buddha should look?" Ning Buxiu's mouth was a little pale.

Under his indifferent voice, the eyes on the pitch-black arm in his hand slightly widened, looking towards the fleshy tumor creature in front.

"Is this Buddha? Is this your so-called Buddha? This is clearly a Ghost monster! You are a Ghost! A Ghost that calls itself Buddha!" Ning Buxiu's words, sentence by sentence, exploded like thunder, following the scene seen by the eyes on the arm!