荒墟牧神 - 第38章 古佛大乘渡迷途 - 錦書坊

t. Of course, Shen Mu's own arms were a blur of blood and flesh; his wounds were far graver. Shen Mu drew a long breath; his vital energy flared fierce and blazing, and his body shot toward Chenghuai. A Lone Figure on the Eastern Sea, Bearing Spring Thunder! This time he wielded not the momentum of water but of fire, like a rolling river of flame descending from the heavens to pour into the sea, as though to set the ocean itself ablaze! The young monk Chenghuai did not waver; he raised his hand to meet it, his eyes brilliantly bright. "Without the heart-method, all is illusion—a mere husk of outward show." He too unleashed A Lone Figure on the Eastern Sea, Bearing Spring Thunder: the instant his palm moved, thunder burst from it—one clap of thunder to shatter the soul. At the thunder's peal, Shen Mu's blazing, desperate momentum collapsed outright! But at that very instant fire flared suddenly from both of Shen Mu's hands; making his hands his blades, he hacked at Chenghuai like one possessed! The Beast-Slaughtering Blade Art: Sun-Blaze Over the Eastern Sea, a Thousand Layered Waves! It was an utterly mad technique, the Butcher's blade art; without madness its supreme power could not be brought forth. Its momentum demanded the rising of the great sun at dawn, a thousand waves of the Eastern Sea heaped one upon another, a peerless blade-stroke that would cleave through all things and shatter all things! Hack and hack and hack and hack and hack! A thousand waves heaped upon a thousand waves, a thousand blades upon a thousand blades—nothing that could not be cut down, nothing that could not be cut to pieces! Chenghuai's expression shifted slightly, yet it was Shen Mu who frowned, for he saw the technique Chenghuai was about to unleash: the eighth form of the Eight Tingming Techniques, the Ten-Thousand-Armed Vajra! The young monk met his palms with his own, like a ten-thousand-armed Vajra barring his frenzied blades! Shen Mu's heart sank a little. His hands were not true blades, only hands made into blades; Chenghuai's defense was formidable, and it would be hard to sever those palms. "Then faster! Faster still, faster yet! So fast you cannot catch my blade! Night Beheading a Thousand Cities in Wind and Rain!" Shen Mu was like one possessed, hacking down in frenzy, one thought alone in his heart: faster, faster, faster—a swift blade to behead the Buddha! "In this world there is no pig the Beast-Slaughtering Blade Art cannot cut down!" Shen Mu's vital energy seethed wild as he snarled the words. Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong— Chenghuai blocked madly with the Ten-Thousand-Armed Vajra, but in a sudden instant one blow slipped through, and Shen Mu's hand-blade struck his throat; the great bell over his body rang out with a toll. Then a second stroke broke through the Vajra's guard and struck the same spot, and the bell tolled again. The third stroke, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth! Each stroke faster than the last, Shen Mu cut again and again upon the same spot—Chenghuai's throat! "Senior brother, back when we trained under the same roof, we came to know each other's arts well—and your Ten-Thousand-Armed Vajra has a flaw." Opposite the white-browed monk, Huo Ye went on evenly, "It seems you have passed that flaw on to your disciple as well."