Chapter 1400: Kill the Buddha Who Blocks the Way

Yun Feiyang stood aside and said disdainfully: "Even if it is the Vajra's angry eyes, so what? Brother Zhang Yan's sword is not something that everyone can resist. I'm afraid that the undefeated Vajra of Buddhism can't do it either. I'm afraid I'll be defeated this time."

The middle-aged monk of the Wanfo Zen Sect looked angry and walked forward with great momentum. With every step, the momentum on his body became stronger. He walked towards Zhang Yan with a momentum that suppressed everything in the world.

The warriors around were shocked and subconsciously stepped back two steps. They didn't dare to look at the Vajra's angry eyes. It seemed that they felt seen through by just one look. They felt that all the conspiracies and tricks in their hearts were seen through at a glance, which made them feel that they had nowhere to hide. This made everyone feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhang Yan stood there fearlessly, holding his sword horizontally, his eyes full of murderous intent, and said coldly: "I have always been unwilling to be an enemy of your Wanfo Zen Sect. I have never thought of being an enemy of anyone, but you Wanfo Zen Sect are too bullying. Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being merciless. Today, even if your Buddha comes, it won't work. I will kill Yunhai Pavilion today. Whoever stands in my way will die. If a Buddha stands in my way, I will kill the Buddha."

"Okay, that's a good sentence. If a Buddha stands in my way, I will kill the Buddha. Today I want to see how you can kill me," the middle-aged monk looked at Zhang Yan angrily, and his aura was completely released. He rushed straight to Zhang Yan and pressed him, wanting to use his aura to give Zhang Yan a warning.

However, Zhang Yan still stood there very calmly, not taking his aura seriously at all, and even showed a sneer of disdain at the corner of his mouth, saying coldly: "Your aura is really nothing in front of me, so what about the Vajra's angry eyes? I want to see whether your Vajra's angry eyes are more powerful or my sword is more powerful."

The middle-aged monk's eyes widened with anger when he heard this, and after putting his hands together, a demon-subduing pestle appeared in his hand. Then he shouted and jumped up directly, and instantly reached the top of Zhang Yan's head, smashing Zhang Yan's head from top to bottom. This blow seemed to have the power of splitting mountains and cracking the earth.

Zhang Yan didn't say much, and held the Moon-Chopping Sword across his head to block this blow.

"Bang!"

A loud noise came, and everyone felt that their eardrums were about to burst, and they were dazed and had splitting headaches. The impact was too great. When everyone recovered and looked at Zhang Yan, they found that Zhang Yan was actually fine.

Everyone saw that the middle-aged monk was still in the posture of smashing down, and Zhang Yan was also in the posture of holding his sword horizontally. Both of them were fine, and even Zhang Yan's breath was not disordered. On the contrary, the breath of the middle-aged monk with angry eyes was a little violent.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, thinking that Zhang Yan's body cultivation had reached such a level? He could actually receive the full force attack of the angry eyes of the Vajra without changing his face. What a powerful strength. You must know that the Buddhist practice of the angry eyes of the Vajra is the undefeated Vajra body, which is the great saint body. Zhang Yan actually received it so easily. This kind of strength is simply incredible.

However, compared with what Zhang Yan had done before, whether it was defeating Jian Wuhen of the Abyss Demon Body, beheading many powerful elders of Yunhai Pavilion, or reaching the top of the Immortal Road, or destroying the city with one sword, each of these things was incredible. If it happened to anyone, it would become a good story that would be passed down through the ages. Compared with these things, everyone even felt that Zhang Yan's receiving the angry blow of the King Kong had become a very common thing, as if it was taken for granted.

The middle-aged monk also had a flash of shock in his eyes. When he exerted his full strength, there were only a handful of people in the entire Wanfo Zen Sect who could receive his full-strength attack. And the only one who could receive his full-strength attack without any problem, except for the one behind, was probably the sect master who had been in seclusion for meditation. Did this kid really have such a powerful method?

Now he finally knew why the people of Wanfo Zen Sect were repeatedly buried in Zhang Yan's hands. Zhang Yan's strength was indeed powerful, not comparable to ordinary people. Even now, he felt the pressure.

However, before the middle-aged monk could make the next move, Zhang Yan moved. A sneer appeared on Zhang Yan's lips, and he snorted coldly and said, "It's my turn."

As soon as Zhang Yan finished speaking, countless sword qi burst out, and the sword qi crisscrossed around Zhang Yan. The powerful sword qi attacked the middle-aged monk's body, but relying on the invincible body of Vajra, the monk was still able to resist Zhang Yan's sword qi.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Everyone only heard a burst of metal collisions, and they all sighed at the power of Zhang Yan's sword qi. He actually forced the angry middle-aged monk back with sword qi, and was also shocked by the power of the invincible body of Vajra of Buddhism.

At this time, a trace of murderous intent flashed in Zhang Yan's eyes, and then all the sword qi around him was retracted and gathered on the Zhanyue Sword in his hand. The powerful Haotian Sword Intent instantly locked the middle-aged monk, making him feel very uncomfortable. At the same time, he looked at Zhang Yan with shock on his face, and felt the blockade of Haotian Sword Intent personally. He really felt the power of Zhang Yan's sword intent.

The middle-aged monk did not dare to be careless at all. He roared and adjusted his body to the best condition. For a moment, Buddha's light filled the sky and his whole body emitted dazzling golden light, stinging the eyes of people around him. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and held the demon-subduing pestle horizontally, ready to block Zhang Yan's sword.

However, Zhang Yan's sword was so fast that he didn't even see Zhang Yan's sword. Before he could react, he felt a chill on his neck. When he looked at Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan had already arrived in front of him. At the same time, he put away his sword and turned around, returning to his original position. However, golden blood flowed down Zhang Yan's sword, dripping onto the ground along the tip of the sword.

The middle-aged monk widened his eyes, his eyes full of disbelief. He reached out and touched his neck, but at the moment when his hand just reached out, his head rolled off his neck and his body fell to the ground, without any breath.

"Wow!"

The people around him burst into a tsunami-like exclamation. No one dared to believe their eyes. Even most people didn't see Zhang Yan's movements clearly. How could he kill the angry monk of the Buddhist sect? Zhang Yan's strength is too terrifying, isn't it?

Ling Yun shook his head and sighed, "Zhang Yan's strength is really as good as his reputation. This sword's style may be able to catch up with that man back then?"

Jian Wuhen was even more stunned. He was dumbfounded. He didn't expect Zhang Yan's strength to become stronger again, and it was not just a little bit stronger. How did this guy do it?

The old monk of Wanfo Zen Sect beside Jian Wuhen was also very sad. He came directly to the corpse of the middle-aged monk, put his palms together and began to chant Buddhist scriptures to help the middle-aged monk pass away. After chanting for a while, he ordered the disciples beside him to carry his corpse away. However, the old monk did not leave, but walked towards Zhang Yan.

As the old monk walked, he lowered his head and continued to chant Buddhist scriptures that Zhang Yan could not understand.