Chapter 1241: True Word Sect Sect Master

large, transparent hole appeared instantly, and his heart was gone."This..."At this moment, Mu Yunzhao no longer had the arrogance he once possessed. His eyes were filled with terror.I cultivated for...Before he could even react, Ye Bufan's figure instantly appeared before him, moving so fast that he didn't have time to respond.

Then a surge of strength struck his chest, followed by a punch that sent him flying backward like a broken sack. He even spat out a stream of blood while still in the air.

Although the other party was a monk, Ye Bufan had never had good intentions towards him and naturally wouldn't be courteous.

This punch didn't kill him instantly, but it took half his life.

Meanwhile, others had also finished their battles. The Eight Great Vajras were beaten miserably one by one, either broken or wounded, all falling on the hillside.

At the same time, Qian Mu Wu Fu was also in terrible straits.

Huo Hufa (the Fire Protector), Jianhua, was burned to a crisp by his own blazing inferno. Then, Xue Hufa (the Snow Protector), Huang Xiaomei, struck him with a frigid ice palm. Finally, Feng Hufa (the Wind Protector), Chen Yi, severed one of his arms with a wind blade.

It is pitiful that the mighty Great Dog Country Sword Saint, a powerful figure in the middle stage of the Holy Order, ended up like this.

Seeing Lei Hufa Xie Changsi charging over again with a menacing aura, Qianmu Wuhu was terrified out of his wits. He cried out in panic, "Father, save me!"

He yelled, and Ye Bufan and the others were amused. Was he calling his father because he got beaten

Just then, a figure suddenly dashed over from Mount Kōya at lightning speed, appearing right above everyone's heads in an instant. Their speed was astonishing.

"Stop it all of you!"

With a roar, a powerful aura swept across the entire arena, crushing everyone under its immense pressure.

The aura was simply too powerful. Xie Changsi, Huang Xiaomei and the others were suppressed to the point of struggling to breathe, immediately ceasing their attacks.

Feeling this powerful pressure, Ye Bufan was startled. The person before him was a strong warrior in the later stage of the Saint Rank, and his cultivation level was even higher than his own.

I originally thought that Master Guangji was already the strongest in the Zhenyan Sect, but I didn't expect there to be someone even stronger than him.

Looking up, he saw a monk in a yellow robe standing in mid-air. His face was creased with wrinkles, making it impossible to tell his age. He bore a faint resemblance to Qian Muwu.

"Could this man actually be Chimu Wufu's father"

Although Qian Muwu looks to be only in his sixties or seventies, he is actually over a hundred years old. His father would have been very old if he were still alive.

Ye Bufan waved his hand, telling the Dragon King's Hall people to retreat behind him, then looked at the old monk.

"Who are you" Before the old monk could speak, Qian Mu Wu Fu had already scrambled over, looking utterly defeated. He was a far cry from the former Sword Saint, his face contorted with anger as he shouted, "Father! Kill them and avenge me!"

This proved everything. This old monk was actually a member of the Qianmu family, and he was also the father of Qianmu Wu Fu.

This also explains why the headquarters of the Chikugi family was located in Kongobu-ji Temple and why the followers of Shingon Buddhism came to help Chikugi Takeo.

It turns out there's this layer of relationship behind the scenes, and it's clear that this old monk holds a high position in the Zhenyan sect.

The old monk's fingers danced, sealing several acupoints on Qian Muwu's arms to stop the bleeding. "Alright, you may withdraw now," he said.

Then, with a flash of his figure, he arrived before Ye Bufan: "Chinese man, you've surprised me."

Chimujia knows that they are going to attack Ye Bufan on Mount Kongo today, and he has also sent out Guangji Monk and the Eight Vajra Kings of Zhenyanzong.

In his eyes, such a lineup was already invincible, but he never expected that not only would they be defeated miserably, even his son had an arm severed by the enemy.

Ye Bufan said, "Old monk, how should I address you Are you from the Zhenyan Sect or the Qianmu family"

"May my Buddha be merciful, and before I die, I will satisfy your curiosity."

The old monk's kind and gentle face vanished in an instant, replaced by a look of murderous intent.

"In the Zhenyan Sect, I am Grand Master Guangdu. In the Qianmu family, I am Jian Sheng (Sword Saint), the predecessor of Qianmu Wufu - Qianmu Kojiro."

"Today, no matter what, I cannot allow you to leave the Land of Great Dogs alive. So don't treat me as a master of Vastness, just consider me a member of the Chimu family."

It turns out that this Chikaku Shichijiro was the previous Sword Saint to Chikaku Takeo, and also his biological father.

After retirement, he went to Mount Kōya and studied Buddhism at the Shingon sect. Later, due to his high status, he inherited the position of head priest of the Shingon sect.

"Chikaku Shigejiro, you seem very confident."

Although the opponent was a powerhouse at the late stage of Saint Order, Ye Bufan didn't panic too much.

"What do you think" Sen'ichi Chikugi said with murderous intent. "Don't think that because you have more people, you can be of much use. Ants biting an elephant to death is just a lie told by your Chinese people."

Ants are just ants, no matter how many there are, they are powerless against a true strongman. None of you will live to see tomorrow.

Feeling the killing intent of this old devil, Xie Changsi came over and said: "Dragon King, this old fellow is very powerful. Why don't we go up together"

Others also gathered around, they had already seen that the monk's cultivation was too high, and it was probably not enough to rely on fighting alone.

"It's alright, you don't need to intervene, I can handle this myself."

Ye Bufan reached out to stop the people behind him. If the opponent was only at the mid-stage of Saint Order, relying on their numerical advantage could still make up for the gap in cultivation.

Kamiki Kojiro has already reached the late stage of Saint Order. After reaching the cultivation level of Saint Order, every step up in cultivation is a world of difference. Just relying on numbers can no longer bridge this gap.

Even if everyone joins hands, it won't be of much use and will only result in more casualties.

"Whether it's morning or night, death comes for us all. You can come whenever you like, or if you're in a hurry, come together."

Kenmoku Kozjiro wore an extremely arrogant expression. Though Ye Bufan had defeated Kenmoku Takeo and Guiji Monk, he was still far inferior compared to him.

Ye Bufan smiled faintly: "Dealing with a bald donkey like you, I'm enough on my own."

"You, a Chinese person, should just die."

A powerhouse from the later stage of Martial Saint made a move, their imposing aura was awe-inspiring. The entire space seemed to be bearing an immense pressure.

Ye Bufan knew his cultivation was inferior, so he didn't dare to confront him head-on. With a thought, he used teleportation and instantly appeared behind Qian Mu Xiaojiro, punching him in the back.

"Well now! You actually have some skill. No wonder you managed to injure my son."

Chimu Xiaojiro was slightly taken aback, but he didn't panic at all, nor did he dodge. He took Ye Bufan's punch head-on.

Ye Bufan landed a blow, but he found that his fist filled with lightning power couldn't break through the opponent's protective true qi. It was like hitting cotton, causing no effect whatsoever. It seemed that a martial saint in the later stage was truly extraordinary.

To his surprise, he tried to use teleportation again, but it was too late. The space around him had been firmly locked by Chimu Xiaojiro's true energy.

Kimiya Chikitaro spoke as he threw a punch, aiming for Ye Bufan's face.

Unable to use teleportation, he could only frantically circulate his chaotic true energy and throw a punch with all his might.

Two fists collided with a deafening boom. Ye Bufan was sent flying backward like a cannonball, hurtling hundreds of meters before crashing to the ground mid-air, blood spraying from his wounds.

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