Song Que flew back upside down, not only the knife in his hand was completely shattered, but even the entire right palm was blurred with flesh and blood, if the cultivation was not good, unless Song Que changed to the left-handed knife in the future, otherwise the name of the Heavenly Sword would no longer exist.

Song Que hurriedly pointed out the acupoint to intercept the blood, stopped the blood that did not stop coming out of the wound, and then took out a porcelain bottle from his arms with his left hand, uncorked the bottle, and poured the medicinal powder inside on his right hand.

Then he said to Wan Qingshan: "Your Excellency won, now Song will leave immediately and no longer care about Your Excellency's affairs." ”

After speaking, Song Que did not drag the mud and water, and returned directly according to the original route, wanting to rush back to Cihang Jingzhai and pack Fan Qinghui away.

He didn't worry about his own safety at all, even if his right hand was injured, he was still a Heavenly Knife Song Que, even if his left hand was not as flexible as his right hand.

But his sword path is no longer limited to moves, as long as the divine will is united, even if it is a left hand, he can crisscross this world, even if those who are secretly peeping want to intercept him, see if he has the ability to leave him.

Looking at the back of Song Que turning around and leaving, Wan Qingshan did not stop him, but looked at his right hand, only to see that the position that was slashed by Song Que was also dripping with blood.

A wound about ten centimeters long and no more than a few millimeters deep was on the back of Wan Qingshan's hand, and a sword qi hovered over Wan Qingshan's wound, preventing Wan Qingshan's healing.

Wan Qingshan didn't care, he just mobilized his own blood and qi to expel these sword qi, looked at Song Que's departing back, and muttered: "It's a little bit of a victory." ”

Yes, in Wan Qingshan's opinion, it is indeed a bit invincible, although in the eyes of outsiders, Wan Qingshan resisted the Heavenly Sword with his flesh and blood, and then smashed the weapons of the Heavenly Sword.

But only Wan Qingshan knew in his heart that the strength of his physical body was not comparable to that of a divine weapon, and Song Que was inferior in weapons after all.

Even if his sword intent was wrapped around it, it still couldn't compare to Wan Qingshan's body.

Seeing Song Que defeated and retreating, the four holy monks and Fu Junwu didn't know what to say, they saw Song Que's knife just now, it was really amazing, and they also knew that Song Que had indeed done his best, and they were in the position of Wan Qingshan, but they were afraid that they had already been killed by that knife.

And this envoy from the imperial court was only cut out of such a small wound, and it seems that this wound is actually beginning to heal, what a powerful body this must be, is there really a living King Kong in this world?

With such a physical body, there is no fear of siege at all, and there are very few people who have the ability to hurt this kind of physical body, and what impact can other attacks, even if they hit this person?

And the character who was invited by Fan Qinghui and was hidden in the shadows, looking at Wan Qingshan's eyes was also full of solemnity, but he didn't expect Heavenly Sword Song Que to be defeated like this.

Song Que's knife was simulated in his mind just now, and with his self-confidence, he had to admit that in the face of that knife, he had no certainty of victory, on the contrary, if he was not careful, he would be killed on the spot.

"Is there anyone else who wants to stop us from going to Cihang Jingzhai? Let's just stand up together, after all, time is precious, and we can't waste a single thing. ”

After the test knife of the Heavenly Sword Song Que, Wan Qingshan had a clear understanding of his physical body, even if he wanted to hurt himself who had no luck, he needed at least the first knife of the Heavenly Sword to be stronger than fifty percent of the attack power.

And once he mobilizes the strength of his whole body, although it is not as strong as pinching the fist mark just now, the power of converging the power of one punch is strong, and the defense is high, but at least he must have the attack power of the Heavenly Sword just now to be able to break the defense.

In this world, there are a few people's attacks that can be comparable to four or five percent of Tianwen's Ninth Sword, let alone attacks that seriously injure themselves with a single blow.

Even if it was Fan Qinghui and Concubine Xuan, they were only able to hit one or two such attacks, and the rest of the tentative attacks were tantamount to itching for Wan Qingshan, and they were of no use in the slightest.

"Four holy monks, don't you want to make a move?" Wan Qingshan said to the four holy monks.

"Amitabha, since this is the case, then the four of us poor monks will be offended. Hearing Wan Qingshan's words to let the four of them make a move.

The four holy monks pondered for a while, and then decided to make a move, after all, they were invited by Fan Qinghui to help with the fist, if they didn't have any strength, it would be a bit anticlimactic.

As for being called to break the identity, it is called to break the identity, after all, these four are all great and virtuous monks, and not talking is the most basic.

Besides, watching from a distance is always better than experiencing it up close, just like watching a film is always better than practicing it yourself, whether Wan Qingshan is alive King Kong, they want to confirm it.

The Jianghu people, who had already guessed the identities of these four people, suddenly became excited again, just now Song Que and Wan Qingshan had already dedicated a wonderful fight.

Although the time is short, but in terms of excitement, there have been few competitions in this river and lake for more than ten years, and now there are four holy monks shooting together, which can be said to be another boasting capital.

These onlookers thought that after they went back, they would be able to boast to their fellow villagers and friends that they had seen characters like Heavenly Sword Song Que and the Four Great Holy Monks with their own eyes.

also witnessed two amazing competitions, so that this time I followed the team of the imperial court to trek through mountains and rivers, which can be said to be worth the ticket price.

"I don't know which of the four holy monks is which?"

"Old man Jiaxiang. ”

"The heart of the old emperor. ”

"Old man wise. ”

"The old man said. ”

The four masked monks spoke in turn, then clasped their hands together.

"I know, but I want to play something more interesting, in order to let the four masters go all out, I want to bet with the four masters, after all, Song Que just said that he would retreat if he lost, which can be regarded as a gamble. ”

"Now, I want to have something more interesting with the four holy monks. ”

"Amitabha, this donor, I'm sorry, Buddhist disciples are not allowed to bet against others, please forgive me. Daoxin bowed.

"What if I don't forgive?"

The originally modest smile on Wan Qingshan's face disappeared, and he replaced it with an indifferent look and looked at the four holy monks.

It actually gave the four holy monks a heavy feeling.

"Today you have no right to refuse this seat, this seat wants you to play, you have to play, this seat thought, I heard that the first emperor once ordered to build more than 3,700 monasteries, the whole world of millions of monks. ”

"I privately thought that the disciples of Buddhism did not produce, did not pay food, did not pay taxes, and let the believers feed them, which was really a good life, but some time ago, I didn't think about going down the mountain to serve the country. ”

"If the first emperor knew this, I was afraid that he would regret it a lot, so after going back this time, this seat will definitely go to His Majesty, ban some monasteries, send some monks home, and increase the assessment of shaving, otherwise, why should the people be innocent, why should they be bothered?"

Wan Qingshan said word by word, and his words were soft, but he was like a huge mountain of ten thousand catties pressed in the hearts of the four holy monks of Daoxin, which was the root of the Buddha Gate.

They had no doubt that Wan Qingshan's words could be sent by Yang Guang as an envoy, and that they still had such a strong force, and if they were Yang Guang, they would definitely be reused and pay attention to what he said.

Once he said that he wanted to ban Buddhism, Yang Guang would inevitably consider and adopt it, and to a certain extent, the four Daoxin also felt that banning a part of the Buddhist monks was indeed beneficial to the rule of the Great Sui.

After all, even if 500,000 monks were banned, it would be equivalent to an increase in the labor force by 1 million.

After all, under one plus and one subtraction, isn't it equivalent to adding a million to the labor force, don't think that one million male labor force is not much.

The population of the entire Great Sui at its peak was about 50 million, including the old, weak, women and children, so think about it, a million young and strong population, what a huge number, for the current Sui Dynasty.

"The benefactor must be like this?" the emperor asked in a deep voice.

Even if he is a great Buddhist monk, he will not have the slightest good face in the face of this kind of person who wants to destroy the root of Buddhism.

"Don't worry, I'm not such an unkind person, if the four eminent monks can win against me together, then this seat will naturally not mention this matter in front of His Majesty, how about it?"

"Now the four holy monks already feel that they are full of motivation?"

After Wan Qingshan finished speaking, he jumped off the roof of the carriage, and the canopy of the carriage was not supported by Wan Qingshan, and it suddenly split into two halves.

"Amitabha, since the donor is so aggressive, don't blame the four poor monks for bullying too much. The holy monk of Jiaxiang chanted a Buddha name.

The Emperor Heart Holy Monk took the lead, taking the lead in shooting at Wan Qingshan, the Zen staff in his hand was like an agarwood splitting a mountain, moving forward, and like the master of the classmate, the ring ruler laid down when teaching the disciples, seemed to wake up Wan Qingshan.

"Dzogchen Staff. ”

The Great Perfection Staff Method is worthy of being the staff method practiced by the Emperor Heart Holy Monk for many years, but in the hands of the Emperor Heart Venerable, it has a rather perfect taste.

Waving the Zen staff, the tiger and the tiger are in the wind, like the Buddha saving the world, and like the King Kong demon punishing.

"Emperor Heart, your law name is not good, you shouldn't be called Emperor Heart, the word Emperor is the only one that His Majesty can exclude, as for the others, they are not worthy. ”

The Emperor Heart Holy Monk turned a deaf ear, and now that he has entered the battle, there is too much nonsense, and it is not beneficial, and only the victor is qualified to speak.

Looking at the swept Zen staff, Wan Qingshan raised his left hand and grabbed it forward suddenly, like a dragon probing his claws to meet the Zen staff of the Emperor Heart Venerable.

The Emperor Heart Venerable's Consummation Staff Method looks mighty, but after all, it is not as good as the Heavenly Sword Song Que's Heavenly Ninth Sword, and Wan Qingshan is naturally not afraid.