"Lihuo Sword Eye!" Qin Li was ready, his eyes condensed, and a dazzling sword light shot out, heavy and pounding, as fast as a terrifying geese, and piercing the plum blossom lay Buddhist.

Sharp!

A harsh sound of gold and iron.

Blood plum tree branches confront Lihuo sword light.

An unimaginable scene appeared, and the slender branches actually tore the sword light, moving forward, as gorgeous as a flower, crossing Qin Li's neck.

"I lost!"

Qin Li's eyes showed surprise and took the initiative to admit defeat.

The lay Buddhist plum blossom pulled back the branches and shook his head and said, "No, we tied, I can clearly feel that you have hidden many means and have not used them."

Qin Li smiled bitterly. This battle was indeed restricted, and at most it was 50% of its strength, but he failed in a few moves, so he should be careful to prove the horror of the Meihua Layman.

"Is this the "Cold Plum Sword Sutra"? A Tao beyond imagination actually caught me off guard by a branch comparable to a sixth-grade instrument."

Mr. Meihua explained: "When practicing the sword scripture reaches the realm of transformation, you can realize the intent of the proud plum sword, and bless it on the plants and trees. It is as hard as proud as the bones, unyielding and showing its sharpness."

Qin Li was secretly shocked. This kind of sword intent was unheard of. At the same time, a sense of yearning rose in his heart.

The lay Buddhist plum blossom smiled and said, "Do you want to learn?"

"I hope my seniors will give you advice!" Qin Li bent down and bowed, very humble.

The lay Buddhist Plum Blossom nodded: "I originally wanted to bring the "Plum Blossom Sword Sutra" into the coffin, but after seeing you, I changed my mind. You are as proud as me, and you all go to the heretics and are the best successors of the Sword Sutra."
Chapter completed!