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  Under Xiao Sheng's manipulation, the wooden puppet of Taiyi Saint flew back and forth with its palms, like a phantom shuttling through.

  Like a sunset in the west, the last remaining light transforms into countless scenes, beautiful and mysterious.

  Evening glow, residual light, thousand phantoms in the palm.

  Mahajutsu no Seishin is a legitimate martial art transmitted by Dainichi, and it is listed alongside Chūten Shinsho as one of the seven major techniques of Dainichi.

  It is a rare martial art in the Taiji Sect known for its changing moves.

  Xiao Sheng has been immersed in this martial art for many years and has deeply grasped its essence.

  Even among his fellow disciples, many of whom were stronger and older than him, none could match his mastery and understanding of the martial arts.

  Under Xiao Sheng's infuriated aura, the wooden puppet seemed to come alive as a martial artist, and amazingly performed this versatile chapter of techniques with utmost perfection.

  "Manipulating a wooden puppet is already like this, if it were Xiao Sheng himself who came, what would the scene be like?"

  The crowd of onlookers, all disciples of Guang Cheng Shan, felt a bitter taste in their mouths and began to sweat from the palms of their hands.

  The gaze of Yan Zhao's song did not look at the wooden puppet of Dari Saint, but stared at Xiao Sheng's palm manipulating the wooden puppet.

  Facing the enemy who came with a strong momentum, Mr. Dong's wooden puppet didn't say another word and chopped out with one knife!

  In people's eyes, the originally stiff wooden puppet seemed to transform into a magnificent dragon, flying high in the sky and breaking through the layers of sunset haze.

  The blue light flashes, like a true dragon shaking its armor, traversing the heavens and earth.

  One layer of illusion after another was torn open, like a dream bubble bursting.

  Although Mr. Dong's wooden weapon in his hand is a knife, the Yan Zhao song uses a knife instead of a sword, regardless of shape, and the sword technique of one sleeve with a green dragon inside is still wonderfully peak, resolving Xiao Sheng's evening residual light thousand phantom palm.

  The disciples of Guang Cheng Mountain cheered in unison.

  Xiao Sheng's mouth corners revealed a cruel smile.

  "Do you think I'm just a stupid cow like Chong Yu Long who only knows how to use brute force?"

  As he spoke, Xiao Sheng's manipulation of the wooden puppet became even more intricate and varied, with all sorts of subtle changes unfolding in the fading light of dusk.

  Under the stimulation of the aura, the wooden puppet of Taiyi Saintess emitted a faint glow, as if it was the last rays of the setting sun, once again enveloping Mr. Dong.

  This time, the illusion is not only desolately beautiful and unpredictable, but also has a sense of despair.

  The sun sets behind the mountains, and the earth is about to enter the dark night, with only a last wisp of sunset glow left on the horizon.

  No matter how hard people try to hold on and refuse to let go, it is all in vain.

  What's destined to come will eventually arrive!

  The profound connotation of Qian Huan Zhang's deep-level martial arts was performed by Xiao Sheng to perfection at this moment.

  The lingering sunset glow also seemed like a desperate cage that trapped Mr. Dong's wooden puppet inside.

  The sleeves of the Yan Zhao song have a green dragon sword, like a heavenly dragon soaring in the sky, proud and aloof.

  But at this time, I can only stare with wide eyes and watch the sunset, unable to reverse the changes of this natural phenomenon.

  The blue sword's light faded instantly, the sunlight was hazy, and in front of the onlookers, they only saw the sudden darkness swallowing up the two wooden puppets together.

  Xiao Sheng smiled and said: "What is destined to fall will eventually fall."

  "Memories and nostalgia are nothing but futile efforts!"

  He shouted loudly, and the wooden puppet of the Great Sage Sun's double palms were already hitting towards Mr. Dong's wooden puppet's chest abdomen!

  "Haha......" Yan Zhao Ge looked at this scene, and his eyes suddenly burst with a cold light.

  At the same time, Mr. Dong's wooden puppet body suddenly twisted violently, and his wrist shook!

  The wooden sword's blade retracted, and the wooden puppet's body curled up into a ball.

  Originally sharp and outstanding, suddenly becoming ordinary and unremarkable.

  As if sheathing a sword, and also as if a true dragon flying in the sky above the ninth heaven, drilling into the clouds.

  Green dragon in sleeve, Cloud Dragon's Sword Style!

  Xiao Sheng's smile on his face was suddenly gone, and a bad feeling rose up from the bottom of his heart.

  Uncomfortable, uneasy, like a thorn on one's back!

  Yanzhao Song's sword technique was manipulated by Dong Xian, and in an instant, Xiao Sheng only felt that the opponent had disappeared from his face.

  Obviously still there, but his own must-get slap, fell empty!

  "A trivial skill, a clown's trick!" Xiao Sheng shouted angrily, his coarse and loud voice even sounding somewhat shrill.

  He manipulated the Taiji Saint Wooden Puppet, and also forcibly retracted his own palm strength, condensing it without releasing it, carefully sensing the opponent's presence.

  Just as he caught a glimpse of the faint trail, Mr. Dong's body suddenly relaxed with a loud crash!

  Like a cloud burst open by a thunderbolt, a sharp sword blade exploded out, aiming directly at the Great Sun Sage.

  Just like a dragon diving into the clouds and suddenly popping out its head!

  Just like the "Reining Horse Spear" and "Trailing Blade" in secular martial arts, it can take down an enemy who is caught off guard.

  Xiao Sheng's sly smile burst forth, and his clenched fist also exploded out to meet Yan Zhao Ge's attack.

  "Gotcha this time!"

  Still thinking about it, he suddenly saw the Yan Zhao song in front of him. The sword momentum that was originally surging to the sky suddenly retracted again, disappearing without a trace!

  Another move of Hidden Sword Style!

  Yun Long Cang Jian Shi, reality and emptiness give birth to each other, movement and stillness combine, like a divine dragon hiding its head, hidden in the clouds, without shadow or trace, without any sign!

  Xiao Sheng's dusk residual light Thousand Illusionary Palms completely falls through!

  The next moment, a bright cyan sword aura burst forth, sweeping across the sky and tearing apart the night, allowing light to return to the earth!

  "The sun sets and will rise again as usual. The floating clouds may temporarily block the view, but eventually they will disperse, and the sky will be seen again."

  Yanzhao Ge's voice was full of laughter as he said, "Using a knife instead of a sword, Mr. Dong's blade is pointing directly at the chest of the Great Sun Saint!"

  Xiao Sheng's pupils contracted, but it was already too late to manipulate the Taiyi Holy Man's wooden puppet to dodge.

  A stream of intangible air with a metallic luster flowing and circulating on the body of Mahāvairocana's wooden puppet.

  The aura defense was raised to the extreme, and he gritted his teeth to block Mr. Dong's attack.

  But on Mr. Dong's knife edge, sharp green light swirled and swallowed, with a metallic luster flashing.

  The wooden sword, at this moment, seemed to transform into a real steel longsword, forcibly breaking through the opponent's aura defense and piercing into the chest of the Mahayana Saint Wooden Puppet!

  "Hmmph!"

  Xiao Sheng let out a cold snort and slapped his palm, causing the aura on the wooden puppet of Taiyi Saint to surge violently!

  The holy man's wooden puppet itself shattered first, and the wooden knife that was stabbed into its body also broke into pieces.

  This power extended along the wooden sword to Mr. Dong's puppet body, and Mr. Dong's puppet body suddenly shattered into pieces!

  Yanzhao song didn't get annoyed either, withdrew his palm, put both hands behind his back, and looked at Xiao Sheng with a pleased expression.

  Xiao Sheng's line of sight was fixed on Yan Zhao Ge, his eyes narrowed into a slit, and a venomous gaze flashed within.

  A big beard on his face, shaking constantly with his heavy breathing.

  Although he didn't lose as badly as Xuanyuan Long, losing so thoroughly that even his underwear was gone, Xiao Sheng also felt infuriated and humiliated at this moment, with a burning sensation on his face.

  The method of comparison is his choice, but in the end he was also the first to break the rules and slap himself in the face.

  The seemingly even game had already been lost before it ended in a draw.

  Yanzhao Song slanted a glance at Xiao Sheng and shrugged: "Actually, I agree with you, people shouldn't live in the past."

  "Based on the present and looking forward to the future is the right way."

  What he meant by his words, how could Xiao Sheng not understand?

  Xiao Sheng stared at Yan Zhao Ge and nodded slowly: "Yan Zhao Ge, you're great."

  "I admit I underestimated you before, but it doesn't matter, let's start fresh from today and be friends for a long time!"

  Having said that, Xiao Sheng didn't say another word and turned around to leave.

  Yanzhao Song smiled lightly and said: "The more time goes by, the less you will think this way."