A few people got into the car and didn't say anything, and they all experienced Daoji's poem.

The perception of a generation of monks is in it, and the last two sentences make it clear that the mountain is still a mountain, and the red dust is out of the red dust and into the red dust.

Su Wen was also extremely impressed in his heart.

I thought that when the recent things were over, I would also have to experience this red dust.

After all, I didn't practice Buddhism when I was in the red dust, and now after practicing, my mind changes and then I look at the things before, which are very different.

The vehicle drove forward for some distance, and suddenly hit several turntables in succession, and finally came to a stop.

The driver took a few breaths of air, and the figure in front of him had already changed lanes when he found it, but the figure also changed its position like a ghost, always thirty or forty meters in front of the vehicle, and couldn't even dodge.

This really scared the driver, and he hurriedly stepped on the brakes.

You must know that he hasn't done much under the second prince, but today he really didn't have time to arrange someone to pick up Su Wen and others, and he happened to be nearby, so he was arranged to come over.

Just now I saw Dao Ji bet with the old Taoist priest, he has always been a little cloudy, and he can't understand what he says, but he feels that these monks are weird.

But now the figure in front of the car startled him, making his head full of thoughts like "ghosts", and he subconsciously looked at Su Wen on the co-pilot.

Su Wen had already discovered the problem when he hit the steering wheel, and when he looked up, he naturally saw that ghostly figure, and he also felt that the speed was amazing.

This person appeared here at this time, and stopped in front of the car, and Su Wen almost instantly thought that it was the same purpose as the old Taoist priest Fang Cai.

Seeing that the car stopped, Su Wen pushed the car door out, and the moment he got out of the car, he vaguely saw the person's hand raised, and a golden light went straight to Su Wen, as fast as lightning, and it only took a moment to reach Su Wen's eyes.

"Hidden weapon?" Su Wen said secretly in his heart, at this time, it was too late to operate the golden bell jar, and it was too late to use the magic foot power. The foot that fell on the ground was forced, and he stepped on the ground hard, and the whole person moved out half a meter with the help of force, just to avoid the golden light.

The moment Su Wen dodged, out of the corner of his eye, he found that the golden light had also changed its trajectory.

"Not good!" Su Wen just changed his mind.

In the next second, Su Wen felt a sharp pain in his left arm.

Xinghui and the others were slower, Su Wen got out of the car, the golden light in the man's hand flew in, Su Wen dodged, and then flew into the air with blood on his left arm.

"Abbot!" Xinghui lost his voice.

"Sword Immortal!" Su Wen finally knew the identity of the person in front of him this time.

There is no doubt that it must be a flying sword, otherwise it would be impossible to change the trajectory so much in an instant.

The monk got out of the car from the other direction and rushed towards the man.

And after shaving off Su Wen's arm, the golden light turned around and slashed towards Su Wen.

At this time, Su Wen finally lifted the golden bell jar, and the blood vessels at the wound that had been cut off shoulder-high also began to constrict and stopped bleeding.

Seeing that the flying sword slashed at Su Wen's body again, Su Wen also thought of the last time he was knocked away by the flying sword, and was ready to meet the impact.

At this time, a pu fan suddenly appeared in front of Su Wen's eyes.

Ordinary and ordinary, there is no difference from the pu fan shaken by an old man sitting at the entrance of the alley and playing chess in a big vest.

Anyone who sees it will think that this pu fan doesn't even have the slightest possibility of blocking the flying sword, I'm afraid that the flying sword can't even feel the resistance and slashes it.

"Zheng!"

The flying sword slashed on the pu fan with a soft sound, and then flew out upside down, turning in a circle and flying towards Su Wen again.

Su Wen had a number in his heart, and regardless of the arm that fell to the side, he stepped out, and the whole person suddenly disappeared in place.

If the monks don't increase their fighting, that's someone else.

Su Wen did not hesitate to show the posture of King Kong.

What's more, when Fang just got out of the car by himself, this person attacked without even saying a word.

This sword immortal is so virtuous?

I don't know if it's the sword fairy last time, but the means of this sneak attack are the same.

But whether it's or not, I'll kill you first.

The sword immortal was dodging Seng Man's attack while directing the flying sword to slash Su Wen, while keeping an eye out for the old monk who was blocking his flying sword with a fan.

But at this time, Su Wen suddenly disappeared, which made the sword fairy feel shocked, and he didn't know what was going on.

And the monk next to him was still pressing step by step, although the speed was always a beat slower, and he couldn't even touch the corners of his clothes, but it also involved a little bit of his mind.

Then, just as he was panning out one meter to avoid Seng Man's attack again, he suddenly felt the wind coming from behind him.

"Behind you!" the sword fairy's heart moved, and his body flew out more than two meters away again like a ghost, and the arm behind his back slapped directly into the air.

After dodging, the sword fairy looked back, but found that there was no one in the place where he was standing, and it was empty.

"What's going on?" Before the sword fairy could figure it out, he felt the wind coming from behind him.

"Still behind me!!" The sword fairy's body changed again.

This time, when he just landed, he felt that the man was still behind him, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he couldn't shake it off.

And he wanted to command his flying sword, but every time the flying sword wanted to fly back, it would be blocked by a pu fan in the way, and it flew out directly.

For a while, the field was divided into two parts, one part was Dao Ji Youzai waving a pu fan, while fanning himself, and fanning the flying sword back.

Even if the flying sword changed its route, Dao Ji and the plain pu fan would appear accurately in front of the flying sword.

On the other side of the spectrum is a man who is constantly changing positions like a ghost, and behind him there is another man, a man with a broken arm.

Every time I took a kick, I just appeared behind the figure, following me like a shadow.

The only right arm is also always ready to beat.

Even Seng Man stopped and stopped chasing, and at the same time admired Su Wen's divine foot.

That's a magical power that I have never been able to comprehend.

The sword immortal changed his body several times, but he couldn't shake off Su Wen, and finally he didn't turn up in one breath, and his movements slowed down.

Just slowed down this beat, and Su Wen's palm was firmly grasped on his back.

Five fingers pierced his back like five steel knives, clasping his spine.

"It's over! how can this be?" the sword fairy felt a chill in his heart.

"Who is behind you? is it the abbot of the Pure Heart Temple who had his arm cut off by himself? How could it be!!

The Sword Immortal was in disbelief and tried to turn his head back, wanting to see who was behind him.

"Amitabha," Su Wen whispered behind him.

When the sword immortal heard this Buddha name, he finally saw the person behind him, very young, clear and delicate, which was his goal.

At this time, he was shouting the Buddha's name with compassion, and his eyes were as clear as the water of the lake.

But in the clearness, he seemed to see something else.

That's - volcano?

"Click".

The Sword Immortal clearly heard the sound of his bones shattering.

The severe pain that had been there since the beginning finally began to slowly subside like a tide, and all the sensations in the lower body and the strength of the whole body also subsided.

The whole person fell down softly.

Regret? At this moment, such a thought flashed through his heart, did he regret that he had put his life on the line for an object? But he surprisingly had no regrets.

There are just some regrets.

Sixty years of penance on my own, and that's the end of it.

He remembered that when he was a teenager, he began to cultivate his mind and practice qi every day, and it was only after the age of thirty that he began to be able to communicate with the sword...... For more than 30 years in the world, he regards mortals as ants.

But what is the difference between himself and those ants in the end?

Su Wen looked down at the sword immortal who fell there, and the anger in his heart began to recede.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is impulsive. Su Wen sighed.

There was some regret in his voice, he was also a cultivator, although he was not the same, he could imagine that this person's cultivation was not easy today.

But if you go back in time and do it again, Su Wen will still not be relentless.

Murderers are always killed.

Since you have brought about the cause, I will repay it.