Chapter 121 Samadhi
As the sun moves westward, the setting sun on the horizon looks like blood, as if it wants to cover this plain with a layer of orange and yellow that is unique to summer, and to cover up the traces of the wars in the past with the tranquility of the sunset.

But this orange-yellow color began to fluctuate violently in the air, like a heat wave at noon, flickering and tumbling in the sight.

Yelu Zhiwu raised her hand, and the demon-subduing pestle that had been lost in the distance was back in her palm. The tip of the gilded three-edged pestle suddenly began to sparkle, and even half of the air seemed to be boiling.

At this time, because her shaman mask was broken, her heroic oval face was fully revealed. Her facial features were delicate and three-dimensional. She had a heroic spirit similar to Shuliduo, but unlike the latter, she was more fierce and wild.

And beneath those sword-like eyebrows, the scarlet pupils stared at the enemy opposite, with only a hearty desire to fight.

She pointed the demon-subduing pestle at her opponent: "Come again!"

On the opposite side, Xiao Yan stood up straight like a ghost, his eyes were also red, but in his eye sockets, there was a murderous aura, as if he had no consciousness at all. Compared with Yelu Zhiwu's fighting spirit, his whole body was filled with murderous intent.

There was no need to say anything more, and no need to react. Xiao Yan raised his eyes, and the whole person had already passed by the ground. Unstoppable black mist spread out from his palm, and once again formed a ghostly long sword. The billowing black mist rolled, and it withered a long bunch of weeds on the ground.

In just a few breaths, he was in front of Yelu Zhiwu, and the ghost sword swung in disorder, stirring up a bloody wind and filled with murderous aura.

Yelu Zhiwu shouted tenderly, her fighting spirit soaring, and her previous innocent temperament was gone. She raised the demon-subduing pestle to the sky, and with a flash of light, she shook off a corner of the demon blade, and at the same time, she swept it horizontally, instantly smashing the iron armor on Xiao Yan's chest. At the same time, while resisting the attack, she had already flipped in the air and knocked down with a palm, directly hitting the latter's crown.

But the reality was far beyond her expectations.

Xiao Yan was hit by the stick, but he seemed to have no reaction like a normal person. He didn't even frown, but rushed towards her from half a meter away. The magic blade in his hand grew larger again, and with a sharp roar like a ghost howling, he chopped at her waist and abdomen.

Although Yelu Zhiwu was not afraid, he had to withdraw his hands, grab the demon-subduing pestle with both hands, and swung it away again.

"Disperse."

The moment the sound fell, the magic blade formed by countless evil spirits was suddenly smashed. There was no other trick, it was just a simple crushing of the internal forces between the two!

"Jie Jie Jie."

Xiao Yan was not surprised at all, but he just let out a hoarse and sinister laugh. At the moment the magic blade was broken, he clenched his five fingers on one hand, with a layer of ghost energy attached to the surface of his fist. He pierced through the diffused evil spirit like a heavy hammer and hit the long shaft of the demon-subduing pestle.

Just like a wooden pillar hitting a bell, a huge force was instantly transmitted along the pestle to Yelu Zhiwu's hands.

She frowned slightly, and just as she felt her hands going numb, the next punch came in an instant.

In an instant, dense fist shadows hit the Demon Subduing Pestle one after another, with each punch adding to the force. By the time it came to the last punch, the terrifying divine power actually knocked Yelu Zhiwu back several steps, and the Demon Subduing Pestle in his hand couldn't help but tremble.

Xiao Yan was still not satisfied, and he took a deep breath. The rolling evil spirit was like thunder in his stomach, which made him step on the ground like thunder, and his fist was like a giant hammer, smashing directly into Yelu Zhiwu's cheek. Wherever this fist passed, heat waves trembled, and there were continuous explosions in the air.

The latter's alarm bells suddenly rang, and she vaguely understood why this man did not defend at all and just attacked blindly.

This person has clearly gone crazy, putting all his last bit of sanity into the attack!

What kind of evil skill can make one become a demon at any time?
“Go out…?”

As the contemporary great shaman of Mobei, Yelu Zhiwu immediately thought of this ancient shamanism saying. Looking at the opponent in front of him, it was clear that the evil spirit had entered his body and he was caught in a killing spree.

Thinking of this, her red pupils became even fiercer.

Her experience in close combat was not inferior to anyone else, and her reaction ability was unmatched among her peers. In just half a breath, the demon-subduing pestle that was shaking slightly in her palm suddenly stopped, and then spun in her hand, piercing straight at the fist like a spear.

"Click..."

The sound of bone cracking rang out again, but the ghost energy instantly lingered around Xiao Yan's shattered fist, and both the flesh and the finger bones were fully restored in an instant. Then, as if he had no sense of pain, he smashed out again with all his strength.

But this moment was enough for Yelu Zhiwu.

She moved her hands between the poles and stretched out her palm, taking Xiao Yan's fist into her palm. She raised her fingers and suddenly locked the latter's entire fist with a burst of energy. She gave a light shout and took a big step back barefoot, as if she had stepped out of a half circle. Then she exerted force with her arms and swung Xiao Yan in a circle and threw him into the air.

Suddenly, the two figures passed each other and separated. The man flew backwards into the air, while the woman stepped back half a step and bent her legs to get ready.

Suddenly.

Yelu Zhiwu jumped up from the ground, and stretched out his bare feet from under his robe and skirt, kicking Xiao Yan in the abdomen violently.

"cough……"

The latter bent his body like a shrimp, and a trickle of blood suddenly seeped out from the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, before he could even react, two long white legs entangled with each other from under her slit robe and clamped around his neck, just like white pythons entangled with each other, soft yet violent, and instantly restrained him and knocked him to the ground.

"cough……"

Xiao Yan choked on a mouthful of blood, and his red eyes became even redder.

But it was because his throat was pressed against the ground by Yelu Zhiwu's calf.

The bright red blood spilled on those slender jade legs that looked as white as fat, making them even more dazzling and reflective.

"People from the Central Plains,

"you lose."

Yelu Zhiwu didn't care that his legs were stained with blood. He just raised his chest slightly and took off the white-gray hood casually.

A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, and her brown short hair, which was below her ears, looked a little wet after taking off the hood. When she took off the hood, her hair was scattered. However, because she was wearing a jade headband, her hair was not scattered too much. The ends of the braids behind her ears were decorated with a few hairbands of different colors, which swayed gently in the summer breeze.

If the two of them were not opponents, Xiao Yan would definitely call her heroic.

But he did not give Yelu Zhiwu any extra time to relax. Demonic energy lingered all over his body, and endless air surged, as if it was going to tear the person in front of him apart again.

Yelu Zhiwu couldn't help but tilt his head.

wrong!

The next moment, a devil's claw, as cold as ice, instantly grasped her thigh. But it was not sticking, but the five fingers formed into claws, the tiger's mouth opened wide, and suddenly grabbed up like a pliers. This person didn't feel suffocated at all?

Seeing the demonic energy swirling around his palm, Yelu Zhiwu snorted lightly and immediately exerted force with his knees, intending to crush his throat with one blow.

But at this instant, the demonic energy at Xiao Yan's neck surged, instantly blocking Yelu Zhiwu's knees, and the palm that was grasping the latter's thigh turned into sticky fingers, and suddenly pushed hard to resist her pressure.

At the same time, his other palm was already pushing hard on the ground, and it seemed as if someone under the soil immediately exerted force, and actually lifted him up and flipped him over, avoiding Yelu Zhiwu's murderous intention. At the same moment, a lingering black palm print slowly appeared between the latter's thighs. The latter did not want to be eroded by the evil spirit, so his straight long legs suddenly retreated backwards, increasing the distance between them.

Xiao Yan's body stood up straight, and at the same time turned backwards, sticking to the tree trunks in a half-split position. Then he raised his hand and the demon-subduing pestle in the distance suddenly trembled, and immediately came automatically and was captured in his palm.

Then, he spoke in a hoarse voice mixed with demonic energy.

"Whether you win or lose, it depends on you and me——

"Who lives and who dies."

Yelu Zhiwu frowned again.

She could feel that this Central Plains man, after being beaten so badly, seemed even stronger physically.

If this is all, I am afraid that I will not be able to suppress this person.

Without thinking, she reached out and pulled off the colorful rosary hanging around her neck, then threw it forward.

Dozens of prayer beads were freed from their restraints and appeared in Yelu Zhiwu's hands. As soon as they appeared, they were already in front of Xiao Yan's face.

Xiao Yan didn't even think twice, and swung the demon-subduing pestle in his hand through the air, instantly knocking away dozens of rosary beads at the same time.

But after the rosary was swung away, it did not explode. Instead, it continued to fly back automatically, as if being pulled by a gravitational force, and attacked Xiao Yan's lower back.

However, if you look closely, you can see that these beads are wrapped in a layer of faint aura.

Xiao Yan flipped in the air, then turned his waist, and a ray of violent energy rushed out from the tip of the demon-subduing pestle, instantly crushing the two rosary beads. Then the pestle was danced into wind, sweeping away the rosary beads that were attacking from all directions.

All of a sudden, countless metal collision sounds rang out.

In the distance, Yelu Zhiwu walked forward barefoot, sat cross-legged on the ground, began to pinch the Qia Fa Jue with his fingers, and closed his red pupils.

"All the faults of samadhi are purified..."

Layers of light golden waves, one thicker than the other, spread out from under her feet.

In an instant, the waves trembled suddenly, spreading out in all directions with her as the center. Wherever they passed, the wind stopped, the air stopped moving, and even the setting sun seemed to stop at this moment.

All things in the world seemed to have received an order from the gods and suddenly stopped.

This time, even Xiao Yan was no exception.

His violent murderous aura was also isolated, and in an instant, he seemed to have become an ordinary person. He could only stare at Yelu Zhiwu with his bloodshot eyes.

Yelu Zhiwu stood up without any change in expression. Her simple robe and long skirt covered her long legs.

"Central Plains people, I admire you very much.

"But I want to send you to hell."

She took the demon-subduing pestle with one hand, with a serious expression on her face.

She is a natural born shaman and a natural born warrior, so she respects every enemy who can be treated seriously by her.

In a moment, the triangular pestle, which was shining with gilded light, began to flash its menacing light again under the setting sun.

But just as the world was still, a sigh sounded out of nowhere.

"Hey, hey, hey, little girl, this is too unfair. We are all martial artists, why do you know magic?"

Yelu Zhiwu glanced back.

Two figures were approaching silently.

But she ignored them, turned around, raised the demon-subduing pestle, and prepared to subdue the demon.

It was obvious that the tall figure behind was extremely dissatisfied.

"Firefly hook."

The next moment, the short little girl next to him stretched out her hand with a cold face.

"Disperse."

A violent light wave swept past, and the entire quiet little world seemed to be filled with a shattering sound. Then, Xiao Yan took a breath of air and retreated violently in the air.

A strong wind suddenly blew up and easily tore half of Yelu Zhiwu's skirt.

Her red pupils shrank slightly and she turned away in a daze.

However, after this move, the little girl with a stern face frowned, and her aura suddenly changed.

She proudly crossed her arms around her chest and raised her chin proudly.

"Girl, why don't you surrender?"

(End of this chapter)