Zhang Xiaolin's body began to collapse, his hands began to tremble, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. He struggled to maintain himself standing, reluctantly took every sword of Yan Chiyang, and reluctantly made the last attempt, but the result was that he was exhausted.

All his efforts were in vain, and Yan Chiyang's long sword finally broke through his palm, and this sword passed through the gap between his fingertips and pointed straight at his throat.

The tip of the sword continued to expand in his eyes, and death seemed to be right in front of him.

With a whoosh, the sword light flashed.

It was not the throat that pierced it, but a Buddha bead. Yan Chiyang's sword pierced a Buddha bead, why did he pierce a Buddha bead?

In other words, how did this Buddha bead appear on the trajectory of his sword.

Yan Chiyang didn't know, and Zhang Xiaolin didn't know either, so the two looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

A voice sounded behind him: "No, no, don't make evil, enough people have died." ”

Yan Chiyang turned his head sharply, and saw a monk wearing a white monk's robe, standing in front of him.

This monk is seven feet tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, white skin like a girl, and his eyes reveal clear compassion, just like a little monk who has just come out of Buddhism and does not understand the world, but the occasional light in his eyes shows the cunning of the monk.

Yan Chiyang drew his sword and pointed at the monk, and said angrily, "Who are you?"

Don't look at his fierce appearance, in fact, he was very uneasy in his heart, he thought to himself: "I obviously didn't feel people, why did this monk get close to me within three zhang, he just stopped me from killing Zhang Xiaolin, if he took the opportunity to kill me, then where would I still be alive?"

The more he thought about it, the more jealous he became of the monk, and a pair of eyes barely left his shoulder.

But when a martial artist makes a move, the first thing to move is always the shoulder, first the shoulder is tightened, then the muscles of the body, and then the linkage of the whole body, the beginning of all the moves is the shoulder to start exerting force, but the shoulders of this monk are always relaxed, which makes Yan Chiyang feel a little relieved.

The monk said, "You ask who the monk is? ”

That's right, the person who came was not a monk.

Zhang Xiaolin looked at the monk and said in a low voice: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of Master Bu, Zhang Xiaolin was sent in Xia Danding." He saw that he could not be a monk, so there was a lot of respect between the words.

Unexpectedly, the monk said: "I haven't heard of the Danding faction, who is Zhang Xiaolin? I haven't heard of it, I didn't come to save you, but to prevent him from killing you." If you don't die this time, let him kill him next time, and I won't care. ”

Zhang Xiaolin didn't expect the monk to say this, and his smile immediately stiffened on his face. What he didn't understand -- to prevent him from being killed was to save him?

I heard Yan Chiyang sneer and said: "Don't be a monk, you said that you didn't come to save him, but if you stop me from killing him, you are saving him, if you really don't want to save him, leave immediately, I, Yan Chiyang, will never stop you." ”

Yan Chiyang thought that after mentioning his name, the monk would not know the difficulty and retreat, but the monk sneered and said: "Another person who wants to use his identity to oppress people, he can't do it, all beings are equal in front of the Buddha, but there is no difference in identity, besides, who are you Yan Chiyang? I don't know either, I just don't allow you to kill him." ”

Yan Chiyang's face changed, his long sword pointed at the monk, and said angrily: "Monk, are you forcing me to do it?"

The monk shook his head and said with a smile: "No, monks don't like to do things with people." ”

"Then get out of the way!"

"No, if I let him, how can he die?"

The monk still stood between the sword and Zhang Xiaolin, and the Dharma was solemn like a Buddha who fed peacocks with his body. He looked fearless, and the cold blade of the sword was like nothing.

Yan Chiyang's face was cloudy, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly, his wrist flicked, and he aimed at the monk is sword.

Although the monk can not give him an unfathomable feeling, but the swordsman is the most fearless, if he doesn't even dare to try, how can he break through the confusion?

So he had to draw his sword.

Unlike dealing with Zhang Xiaolin, Yan Chiyang used all his strength as soon as he made a move, and the sword with all his strength pierced the air and let out a sharp roar.

The sword was so fast that everyone else could only see a faint shadow.

The monk raised his head and looked at him calmly, not only calmly, but also quietly, quietly like a lifeless statue.

"What is he doing? Pretending to be profound? Will someone gamble with their lives?" Yan Chiyang's expression was uncertain, but the sword did not hesitate at all, and still stabbed straight into the throat of the unmonk.

Swordsmen like to stab people in the throat, because a sword seal does not give the enemy any chance to fight back.

One zhang

Half a zhang

Three feet

Just when Yan Chiyang thought that it was impossible for a monk to block his sword, the sword suddenly stopped, and it stopped half a foot away from the forehead of the monk.

Yan Chiyang's hand was still holding the hilt of the sword, and he swore that he was stabbing hard, but the tip of the sword was like touching an invisible barrier, and he couldn't stab half a minute again.

Yan Chiyang raised his head and looked at the monk in surprise, not only surprised, but also angry, surprisingly angry, he felt that he had played with the other party's witchcraft.

Yes, this must be hexification, how could martial arts have such an effect.

Monk Bu shook his head, he had already seen that Yan Chiyang was hopeless.

"No, the donor can't be obsessed with killing. ”

The monk finally moved, moved his mouth, and at the same time moved his hand, and pushed his palm forward, Yan Chiyang took a few steps back as if he had been hit hard.

Fortunately, the monk didn't want to hurt him, and he used soft force, so he was not injured, otherwise under this blow, he would not have been seriously injured.

Yan Chiyang looked at the monk in shock, he didn't dare to move, he had already tried the skill of the monk, although he didn't know the depth, but if he wanted to kill him, it was an easy thing.

"Who the hell are you. Yan Chiyang asked in a deep voice, he believed that such a powerful character could never be lifeless.

"No," the monk smiled slightly, revealing a row of white teeth, "I can't, I can't, you can call me a monk, you can call me a monk, you can call me can't." ”

Yan Chiyang said in a deep voice: "I have never heard of this name, why don't monks use their real names." "No, this legal name does sound like a fake name, even when Han Chuang heard it for the first time, he thought it was a fake name.

The monk smiled slightly and said, "What the monk said is obviously his real name, if the donor doesn't believe it, the monk can't do anything." Make a gesture of helplessness.

Yan Chiyang put away his long sword and sneered: "I believe it, but why do you want to save him." Pointing at Zhang Xiaolin, he said angrily: "Isn't the monk merciful? Do you know what he did?"

The monk smiled and said, "I am a monk, not a Buddha, how can I know what this benefactor has done?" But no matter what he has done, he should not be decided, if you have a grudge, it is better to take revenge later, in short, it is not possible today. ”

When Zhang Xiaolin heard this, he thought that the monk intended to protect him, and immediately smiled and said: "The grace of the master must be remembered in my heart," and glanced at Yan Chiyang again, and sneered: "I won't stay much in the next place." ”

Before the words could be spoken, the man had already swept out of the distance, and his feet tapped the ground, and immediately flew over, and soon his back disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, Yan Chiyang immediately wanted to chase after him, but was blocked by the monk.

"No, no, the monk said no, then no, then no, the donor should go from the other side. ”

Yan Chiyang said hurriedly: "The monk is a big thing for me, if I don't kill him today, I will have endless troubles!"

You must know that although it is not uncommon to kill the core disciples of the opponent's sect, and the major sects also have a tacit attitude, most of them stay under the table, although Yan Chiyang's move is to avenge the poison, but in the final analysis, it is also his danger to take advantage of others.

If Zhang Xiaolin is killed, it will be good if he dies without proof, but now that Zhang Xiaolin has run away, the Danding faction will not stop, and it will inevitably cause trouble for the Chixia Sect.

Although the Chixia Sect is not afraid of the Danding Sect, if it provokes a Six-Rank Sect in vain, no one wants to, which is also the reason why Yan Chiyang left the army and went forward alone.

It was easy for him to set up the situation, provoke the contradiction between Zhang Xiaolin and Han Chuang, and let the two fight, so that he had today's opportunity, but this chance to kill was broken because of a strange monk, and he couldn't help but be angry.

The monk smiled slightly and said, "I know your bureau, and I know if you want to take revenge, but you shouldn't frame others because of this." ”

Yan Chiyang's face changed suddenly, what the monk said was right in his mind, he originally planned to kill Zhang Xiaolin this time, blame Han Chuang, and let the elders of the Danding faction find trouble with Han Chuang, so that he killed two birds with one stone and eradicated the two enemies, but he didn't expect that now he would steal chickens and rice on credit, and ignite the fire.

It is impossible to say that he is not angry, but there is no way to be angry, on the one hand, the wood is already in the boat, and instead of pursuing responsibility, it is better to prepare a way to remedy it.

On the other hand, the monk in front of him is really not the object of his action, according to his opinion, the strength of this monk is almost comparable to that of the elders of the Chixia Sect.

Thinking about this, Yan Chiyang calmed down and said in a low voice: "I don't understand what the monk meant, framing others, who did I frame?"

The monk smiled slightly, and said: "What you want to frame is the person who cut off that person's wrist, if that person dies, the person who cut off his wrist is the first object of suspicion, am I right?"

Yan Chiyang laughed: "This is just the monk's speculation. ”

The monk smiled and said: "It's okay to speculate, it's true, if you kill him, it will cause the situation I just said, so you can't kill him today, wait until tomorrow, you can do whatever you want, and if you want to take revenge, you can take revenge, and the monk will never stop you." ”

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Yan Chiyang saw that the monk could not be reasonable in everything, so he relaxed and said: "The monk is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue, today you stopped me from killing him, I have remembered that you owe me a life, and you need to pay it back according to me in the future." ”

As soon as the monk heard this, his face immediately became bitter, and he said, "What the donor said is also reasonable, I have to do something to compensate for the big things that I have done to the donor." He pondered for a moment, and then spoke: "No matter what, the fate is like this, the monk will depend on you for one thing, but say the name in advance, the monk must not do things that violate the precepts and morals." ”

"For example?" Yan Chiyang stared at the monk deadly.

"Kill," the look of pain on the monk's face was even worse, "the monk will not kill for you." ”

Yan Chiyang laughed: "Don't worry, I, Yan Chiyang, never let people kill for me, and the monk just does what he can for me, and he doesn't have to do anything for morality and precepts." ”

"No problem. The monk laughed.