A young and handsome monk, dressed in a robe like snow and blue waves, slowly stepped into the small courtyard.

"You're ......!"

The swordmaster, whose frost hair was scattered, suddenly stood up.

Listening to the nameless meaning, the young monk in front of him had been peeping at the side for a long time, and he didn't even notice it in the slightest, which was incredible.

Chen Yishan bowed with one palm: "Hahaha, the little monk Sanzang is the Shaolin demon monk in the mouth of the Sword Saint benefactor." ”

The Sword Saint's expression was even more shocked: "You are the one who defeated the Male Tyrant with one move?" ”

"It should be the little monk."

"Impossible...... No reason to ......"

Juggernaut fell into deep self-doubt.

He knew in his heart that it was terrible to dominate this person.

Even he wasn't fully sure of victory.

Martial arts, although talent is very needed, talent does not mean everything.

No matter how good the talent is, it also takes time to polish and accumulate.

Especially internal forces.

The young monk in front of him, he hadn't seen what martial arts were like.

But faintly, the breath that is as deep as the sea and heavy as a mountain cannot be faked.

It is clear that the cultivation of internal strength has reached the realm that makes him feel unattainable.

The nameless who was called the myth of martial arts back then may not have such skills.

He was sure that this monk was not an old monster with good looks, and he was only about 30 at most.

Even if you start practicing martial arts in your mother's womb, you can't have such a deep internal force.

At that time, Nameless was the only kendo genius to be seen in thousands of years, and he was simply born for the sword.

When he fought all over the world and was called a martial arts myth, he was already in his age of confusion.

And it is not with profound skill, but with the unattainable kendo realm.

No matter what the martial arts next to this monk are, this alone has already won the nameless one of the years.

"The little monk is just a fluke, so he has this achievement, and he is not enough to worry about."

Chen Yiming said it very honestly, but it made people feel that this kid was clearly pretending.

Nothing to speak of? If you can hang up, won't you go to heaven?

By the skin of one's teeth? Do you want to get a chance again?

Chen Yi was stunned by the gaze of the two, and said with a smile: "Compared to Mr. Nameless's Heavenly Sword Realm, what is it really true?" ”

The Sword Saint suddenly remembered that this monk had said Heavenly Sword when he appeared just now, and he looked at Nameless in disbelief and disbelief: "You ......"

The white hair on his head suddenly raised without wind, and the sword qi was all over his body, and in an instant, the entire Zhonghua Pavilion seemed to be shrouded in a realm where only swords existed.

Everywhere is an unrivaled edge!

It's shocking and painful, and the heart is cold.

Fortunately, the Sword Master had no intention of hurting people and destroying things, and the sword qi that filled every inch of space was sharp, moving as he wished, and all of them poured towards the nameless.

Nameless still sat at the table, ignoring it, pouring himself a wine glass in his hand.

The endless sword qi edge like the Yangtze River, I am afraid that even a mountain can be crushed.

Rushing out of his body, the Sword Saint was horrified to find that the sword qi he emitted was actually out of his control, and he spun around his nameless body, as if he had spirituality, and he was jumping with joy and dancing endlessly.

"Buzz~!"

A strange sound suddenly came from afar, and more and more, more and more densely.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" ……

Suddenly, I saw thousands of cold lights tearing through the sky and breaking through the sky.

It kept falling into the courtyard, inserting itself into the ground, and making a loud noise.

It turned out to be a long sword with a handle of different lengths, widths, and narrowness, and the sword body trembled endlessly, and it was faintly bent towards the nameless person sitting at the table.

A blade larger and more terrifying than the Sword Master's Sword Domain filled the void.

"Ten Thousand Swords Worship!"

Dugu Sword Saint's face turned pale, and he sat down on the chair in a daze.

For a long time, the sharp edge of the sword qi belonging to the Sword Saint was like a mud cow entering the sea, gradually disappearing into the void, and all of them disappeared.

Thousands of long swords in the courtyard let out a long roar and broke through the air again.

They each returned to their master's scabbard, leaving countless swordsmen in shock and dazed.

In the courtyard, only a simple and unpretentious sword remained, still trembling.

The sword saint raised his head, his face seemed to be happy and sad: "The sword is endowed with clouds, the metaphysical sword, there is no one in ancient times, ten thousand swords are admired, and the gods are ......worshipped like gods."

"You...... It has really reached the realm of the Heavenly Sword......"

He was glad that in his lifetime, he was fortunate to meet the Venerable of the Heavenly Sword.

The sad thing is that the person who has reached such a supreme sword realm is not the one who loves the sword as his life and has practiced the sword all his life.

Chen Yi withdrew his gaze from the sky, his face was still amazed, and he said with a smile: "The little monk has always been very curious, what kind of realm is the realm of the Heavenly Sword of Mr. Nameless, and I am finally fortunate to see it today, it is really extraordinary." ”

He shook his head again: "Alas, it's a pity that ......"

The complicated expression on the sword saint's face suddenly retracted, and a pair of snow-white sword eyebrows straightened up: "What is a pity? Heavenly Sword Venerable, how can you be allowed to talk nonsense? ”

Chen Yi smiled, and suddenly reached out with one hand.

The only remaining ancient long sword in the courtyard quietly flew up, landed in his hand, trembled slightly, and walked quietly in the palm of his hand.

The wine glass that Nameless handed to his lips paused slightly, raised his head, and his eyes fell on him for the first time from the time Chen Yi came in.

Chen Yi slowly stroked the sword body with the back of his other finger: "Zang Feng is hidden and sighing, and the dragon ......is lying in the three-foot box."

"The sword of the hero, the hero of the sword, but he can only be imprisoned in this three-foot sword box, the sword heart is twilight, and the sword body is heavy, but it's a pity, it's a pity that it's ......"

"Buzz~!"

The heroic sword in the palm of his hand actually let out a trembling sound, which could make people feel a trace of emotion, as if they were sad and happy.

"I don't want Master Sanzang to be shocked by his martial arts cultivation, and this intention has also reached the realm of clarity and spirituality, which is really admirable."

Even if Chen Yi's martial arts skills are high, he can't make Nameless look at him squarely, and now because he can hold the heroic sword, he looks at it differently.

Just because the hero sword is a sword that is born psychic, it is the most righteous, the most tenacious, and the most virtuous sword in the world.

No one in this world could make it use it willingly, and if it weren't for his sword intent, not even his own disciples.

If you are willing to be held, you must be an upright person.

Chen Yi shook his head: "Mr. Unknown only sighs for the little monk, but doesn't he pity the hero?" ”

Nameless smiled indifferently: "All kinds of things in the world, fame, fortune and grievances, are like clouds of smoke to me, no matter what the master intends to do, I'm afraid it's all in vain." ”

Old stubborn!

No wonder you can only pull the erhu with full blood!

If you don't necessarily beat it, the Buddha will directly shoot you with blood!

"The little monk was meditating in the temple a few days ago, but he accidentally captured a thief who wanted to sneak into our temple to spy on him......"

Chen Yi cursed in his heart, and the conversation turned to a place that made both of them baffled.

"It just so happens that the little monk is not talented, knows a little about the past and future of others, and knows that this person has a lot to do with Mr. Nameless."

The Sword Saint on the side was moved, and Nameless also glanced at him a few times.

It's not because of an inexplicable thief, but because of Chen Yi's honest bragging.

"It turns out that this person is actually the thief who poisoned Mr. Nameless's beloved wife back then......"

"Sizzle" "Sizzle" ......

Chen Yi and the Sword Saint suddenly heard a strange sound in their ears, and a piercing edge seemed to be everywhere.

But it was fleeting.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

Chen Yi recited the Buddha's name, and a smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Nameless lives in seclusion in the downtown area, boasting that he is leisurely and happy, is it really trouble-free?" ”

"The troubles of the world are all caused by the three poisons of greed, hatred, and ignorance, and among the three poisons, the poison of infatuation is the most important."

"All the troubles of life, the troubles of the world, all arise from this."

"All troubles are born, and they will be born by infatuation. This idiocy is the basis for all troubles. ”

"Mr. Nameless, you seem to have seen through everything, indifferent to the world, and you have never let go of it in your heart."

"Mr. Yu's wife, obviously in love and guilty, in the murder of his wife and wicked, in the hatred and forced to let go, in the world of red dust, obviously indifferent and with a common ......"

"Hehehe......" Chen Yi shook his head and smiled: "Ignorant and deeply self-grasping, who is the gentleman who is not talking about?" ”

"Don't give up the name of wisdom and foolishness. With the heart as empty, both the solution and the incomprehension are true; With the heart as the being, the solution and the incomprehension are both delusional. ”

"With the respect of the Heavenly Sword of the Unknown Gentleman, why is he so obsessed, and when he encounters trouble, he refuses to move forward, and he imitates the ordinary man of the rat generation to escape?"

Nameless and Sword Saint are not ordinary people, although they are not well-versed in the past and the present, they are both people with clear minds and sensitive minds.

I naturally understood Chen Yi's words, because I understood them thoroughly, and I was even more shocked.

Especially the nameless who was "targeted".

In fact, what Chen is talking about is a very simple fact.

It's just that because his martial arts myth stands too high, so high that he believes that no one will doubt it, including himself.

Chen Yi looked at the nameless expression stunned, and finally said: "The person who killed Mr.'s beloved wife is the beloved son of Mr. and his teacher, breaking the army, he trespassed into the Shaolin Temple and was captured by the little monk. ”

"There is also a catastrophe that will affect the whole world, and I need to ask Mr. to help, and the little monk is here for this."

Nameless was stunned, Chen was not impatient, turned to the Sword Saint, and showed a smile, which made the white-haired and white-bearded Sword Saint tremble inexplicably.

"And the Sword Saint donor......"

Juggernaut vigilant: "What do you want to do?" ”

"The donor loves swords all his life, don't you want to get a glimpse of the top of the sword? Could it be that the Sword Saint benefactor thinks that the way in this sword is only the Heavenly Sword Supreme? ”

The Sword Master frowned: "Isn't it?" ”

"Not to mention, the Sword Saint Donor's Holy Spirit Sword Technique is the most holy way in the sword, the donor can not only comprehend the sword one sword two, but also the sentient sword path of the eighteenth sword, and from the nineteenth sword to the ruthless sword of the twenty-second sword now, how do you know that you can't realize the perfect sword that is ruthless and ruthless only in one thought?"

"Sentient ...... Ruthless...... Sword of Perfection ......"

The Sword Saint trembled suddenly, his eyes were blank, but there was an incomparably sharp sword light.

"I see that the donor's limit is approaching, so I hurriedly went out of the customs and wanted to clear the obstacles for Wushuang City."

Chen Yi smiled: "It is a pity to let go of the sword path so that it is too much, the donor may wish to go to Shaolin together, the little monk has something to ask for, if he can succeed, he may be able to prolong the life of the donor for a hundred years, at that time, the city is as stable as a mountain, and the donor will also be able to get a glimpse of the wonder of the higher sword......"