The heart knelt straight, and his eyes did not evade looking at Zhang Shaoqing opposite. He slowly took off the beads he was wearing, solemnly put them aside, first bowed deeply to the beads, and then said in a deep voice to Zhang Shaoqing.

"I'll crawl over and you let go. Otherwise, heaven and earth will do everything to protect her. ”

His words were firm, his eyes were sharp like cold arrows, Zhang Shaoqing was stunned at first, and then even more uneasy. This monk really knelt down to himself without hesitation, what kind of great courage and firm heart did he have to accept the humiliation of his crotch, and even bluntly said that he would fight for his life to protect Yin Suwen.

"I really regret it, I should have beaten the gongs and drums to gather the whole city here, let them have a good look, this is the great virtue of the great monk of the Great Departure Buddhism, this is the lintel of Yunju Temple, the glory of Shangyuan Mansion. For the sake of a woman, you have humiliated yourself so far, and you have actually pulled out the first one in history. ”

Zhang Shaoqing shouted, not hesitating to use the most vicious words, and did everything he could to humiliate. Xin Che seemed to glance in the direction of Yunju Temple from a distance, and his words were still calm.

"You are wrong, the poor monk is willing to suffer today's humiliation, for a good man, not for a woman. If I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, she lives hard, and she should save her, you will never understand. ”

Kneeling down and approaching Zhang Shaoqing, every step was heavy and difficult. His fingers were clasped tightly on the ground, as if they were about to grow between the bluestones. Zhang Shaoqing is not a good person, before he came, Xinche thought that he would have a hard duel with him, but he didn't expect that it would be such a heart-wrenching move.

As Xinche approached step by step. Zhang Shaoqing's uneasiness became more and more intense. The monk's back was straight, he was obviously kneeling, but with an irresistible force, Zhang Shaoqing was out of breath. Zhang Shaoqing is a person who is accustomed to the night, and he has a natural fear of such pure and intense light.

He couldn't see through the details of his heart, his heart was very empty, the wound on his shoulder was always aching, and his body was trembling uncontrollably. Seeing that Xinche was close at his feet, Zhang Shaoqing suddenly changed his mind, and at the moment when Xinche lowered his head, he quickly reached out and pulled out the saber hidden under the table cover. Viciously slashed off at the smooth neck.

"Suffer death!"

The sword light slashed down without the slightest hesitation. Whistling in the ears of the heart. He dodged the deadly sword with an extremely fast sideways roll, but the blade was so sharp that it still left a thin line of blood behind his ear.

Before Xin Che could get up, Zhang Shaoqing's fierce sword momentum followed closely and rushed straight to the door. He did not carry a weapon with him. The moment he got up, he could only fold the peach branch on the flower tree as a weapon with one hand. and Zhang Shaoqing were instantly entangled in one place.

Zhang Shaoqing intended to kill him by surprise. In the case of taking the lead, he did not relent, and every sword move was aimed at the fatal point of Xinche's body, and the continuous whole set of moves almost used what he had learned all his life. He studied swordsmanship since he was a child. This is a famous teacher, and has been guided by many famous masters, although the level of swordsmanship is not a handful, but it is also quite prestigious in the Uehara Mansion. He was confident that as long as he tried his best, he would definitely be able to cut this mountain monk under the sword.

Although Xinche lost the opportunity in the struggle, he won because he was determined and had a deep foundation. Regarding the practice of martial arts, he no longer remembered when he started, as if those qi and martial arts moves were all natural, from the abbot to the apprentices, many people had praised and envied his martial arts, but he never deliberately or regarded it as such a great thing. Zhang Shaoqing's sword practice is a sword, his heart is a sword but it is not a sword, the peach branch is in his hand, it can be a sword or a shield, it can be anything he thinks in his heart. The biggest difference between him and Zhang Shaoqing is not in his skills, but only in his vision and thoughts.

However, in just a few dozen moves, a peach branch and a sword, Zhang Shaoqing no longer has an advantage at all, and even began to lose the upper hand for a while, while Xin Che obviously has the momentum to turn defeat into victory. Zhang Shaoqing was not angry in his heart, and he was even more suffocated with a vicious anger in his chest, and when he was in a difficult situation at home and abroad, he simply felt a horizontal in his heart, and three small silver needles flew out of his sleeve in an instant. The silver needle was black, obviously quenched by the poisonous juice for a long time, and it flew towards Xinche's heart at a very fast speed, and Zhang Shaoqing held a sword at the same time and attacked Xinche's lower plate.

This is Zhang Shaoqing's last move when he is helpless, his original intention is that if the poisonous needle succeeds, it can be fatal with one move, if the hidden weapon is blocked, he can take advantage of the distraction to counterattack his next game, no matter which result of the two, he still has the possibility of winning. However, Xinche did not give him this opportunity.

In this last move, Xin Che spread out his left sleeve at the moment when the hidden weapon flew out, and with a little luck, he rolled three poisonous needles into his sleeve, and at the same time withdrew his body and sacrificed his right palm. The right palm did not protect itself or attack, but with a sharp palm wind, it uncharacteristically sneaked up on Zhang Shaoqing's sword-holding hand from top to bottom, and instantly snatched the sword from the attack in his hand, and attacked back with a backhand in the next moment.

All of this seemed dangerous, but it only happened in a few short breaths, and Zhang Shaoqing didn't even have time to think about it and was angry, and he was already holding his sword in front of his neck.

As the night deepened, even the frogs and cicadas fell asleep, and a few petals and fallen leaves fell in the courtyard and suddenly quieted down, leaving only the sound of two people's light and heavy breathing.

Zhang Shaoqing was half-kneeling, and Ren's sharp saber lay across his throat. Under the moon, his face was pale, and his expression changed from fanaticism to anger to hysteria, but he did not plead or give in.

"Zhang Shaoqing, do you regret it?"

"Hmph, regret what?"

"Regret the past, regret today."

"I only regret one thing, when I was in Yunju Temple, I didn't kill you all."

Xin Che's sword did not stab, his slender fingers were slightly forced, the saber flipped in mid-air, and the hilt hit Zhang Shaoqing's left shoulder that had been stabbed before.

He snorted and sweated profusely, but he still stood up again, standing up straight, and looking at Xinche head-on. Roughly thinking about it, he lost this battle miserably, and his heart was cold, and he still only remembered Yin Suwen.

"Xinche, even if I lose, I still look down on you. I asked Yin Su if it was worth it, she was desperate to choose to love you, but you were so hypocritical that you didn't want to say one more word of love. Xinche, you must live well, because I will wait and see the day when Yin Su asks you to have a heart. (To be continued......)