Green hills, the fog cleared.

A gust of fresh wind poured into the ruined temple and stirred the monks' clothes. He was injured by the Mai swordsman, and the sword qi entered his brain, and it was extremely difficult to clean up.

Therefore, he ate all the living creatures in this mountain to nourish his qi and blood and restore his vitality.

This wisp of wind blew, and his heart, which had already fallen into the devil, cleared up for a moment.

"Just a little bit...... Eat him, eat him and I will be able to recover from my injuries and force out my sword qi. ”

"Yes, I ate him."

The white-clothed monk muttered to himself, as if to convince himself and give himself a reason to feel at ease.

"Nosy!" He angrily scolded outside the door, and the Sanskrit sound rolled and covered the entire canopy.

There was no sound outside the door, but the monk looked very nervous, his eyes were red, and his hand quickly grabbed Jiang Mian's heart.

"Alas......"

There seemed to be a sigh outside the door.

The speed at which the sound traveled through the air was not slow, but it was more than half a step slower than the silver thread that suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Mian and the monk.

This silver line appeared without warning, it was extremely inconspicuous, it was silent, it was silent.

The monk's face changed dramatically when he saw the silver thread, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

The breeze blowing into the temple suddenly became violent.

The monk's snow-white Zen robe was blown up by the strong wind, blinding his vision.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were eclipsed.

Thin and thin white light cut between the monk and Jiang Mian, forcibly separating them.

"Knives."

The white-clothed monk only spat out one word, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

His body hung down weakly, and a trail of blood faintly appeared on his white clothes.

The door of the broken temple was wide open, and Jiang Mian was still immersed in the slash just now.

His cultivation was low, and his swordsmanship was not very good, and he didn't even see what was going on.

But he knew very well that it was a knife just now, and a knife saved him.

Because of his eyes.

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"It's you."

It wasn't until the monk opened his mouth indifferently that Jiang Mian reacted, and he looked at the temple gate, his eyes full of shock.

A rickety figure stood there, dressed as a hunter, with an old face and a lot of mud and grass sticking to his clothes.

The most eye-catching thing is the empty sleeve, fluttering in the wind.

"You shouldn't have killed." Old Orion spoke, his voice was hoarse, the kind of old man he had been through the wind and sand, tired of the world.

"What if you kill it." The white-clothed monk sneered: "Is it possible, you want to kill me?" ”

The old man was silent, as if he was thinking.

"The old man of Confucianism didn't come, and the old immortal of the Taoist sect didn't come either, they just wanted to force you out." The monk laughed horribly: "If you kill me, you will be tainted with cause and effect, and you will also die." ”

"I've already died once." The old man seemed to be recalling, "I am long dead, and now I am just a living corpse without a soul." ”

"Then the little monk will ask you to die again." The white-clothed monk had a hideous face, and he squeezed out this passage from between his teeth word by word, like a living ghost in the depths of the netherworld.

Rumble!

He clasped his hands together, and the whole ruined temple trembled, and the clay Buddha statue on the offering table gradually merged with him, which was his golden body.

The white-clothed monk locked the steel ring that had been bound to the mountain demon's head just now in the center of his eyebrows to resist the surging sword qi.

The old man sighed softly.

Suddenly the knife was struck.

Only then did Jiang Mian see clearly that the knife was actually the most ordinary firewood knife, rusty and with many gaps.

"Such a bad knife, how can it match the golden body of the Buddhist Donkey Kong." Jiang Mian was a little worried in his heart, he didn't want to just pick up a life and have no hope of living.

The wind filled the walls, and the peeling wall skin in the broken temple was blown into powder and flew everywhere.

The old man disappeared as if he had never been there.

Jiang Mian's eyes widened, and he didn't even see a shadow.

I only felt that two powerful coercions were about to collide together.

He immediately looked at the monk, who was covered in golden light, and the golden body made his body several times larger, like the reincarnation of a Buddha.

In the next moment, the old man stood in front of the monk like that.

The monk raised his eyelids, he only felt a chill on his body, and when he looked down, a firewood knife was stuck in his abdomen.

The old man strained hard, and the handle of the knife was pressed against the monk's wound, and the wood knife pierced through his golden body.

And in his eyes was dazed, shocked. He couldn't have imagined how the golden body of the Buddha Gate, which the Mai swordsman couldn't break through head-on with his three-foot sword qi, could be pierced by the old man lightly.

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Jiang Mian watched with great interest from the sidelines, and even wanted to applaud loudly, the old man's knife technique was extremely simple, and it was also extremely powerful.

He hadn't even seen how the knife came out and had already stabbed the monk through, and he was extremely excited at the moment.

He even forgot that he had a broken arm, even though the copper skin of the martial artist could temporarily make people lose their pain.

After seeing the masters of other cultivation systems, Jiang Mian was undoubtedly full of yearning for martial arts, but since ancient times, except for the Confucian saint who shook the ancient and modern times.

There doesn't seem to be any character in the martial arts, and the old man in front of him, in his perception, the operation of the qi in his body is the same as his.

"The old man is at least a martial artist of the Seven Realms!"

"Or is it higher, the Eight Realms?"

Jiang Mian secretly weighed in his heart, and when he talked to Ye Qingyu in detail that night, except for the other party's intentional or unintentional hint that his Ye family was very powerful, even if it was a great cultivator of the seventh realm, it could not be shaken.

He also asked a lot about martial arts, the reason why martial artists in the upper three realms are scarce is that the difficulty lies in the two realms of mind and non-phase, one has to kill the heart demon, and the other has to kill the true knowledge.

Promotion is extremely difficult, but in the same way, the martial artists of the upper three realms are usually amazingly powerful, and they are invincible.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me." The white-clothed monk looked frightened, and he didn't have the hideousness just now.

"If I die, you have to die, and you have to die." The monk shouted louder and louder: "Let me go, if you die, the red dragon will die." ”

"You spent so much money to protect him, do you just watch the red dragon die before you."

"Someone wants to kill him, someone wants him to die, this is a trap!"

In order to survive, he completely lost the demeanor of a monk.

"We are all chess pieces, don't kill me, I'm a Buddhist King Kong, kill me and you will be counterattacked."

The old man did not speak, nor did he interrupt the monk.

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed monk, which was quickly covered up by him, and his clay golden body, the gold paint on the surface peeled off, revealing the white pure land.

Suddenly, his aura rose wildly, and the entire ruined temple was blown up by the sudden eruption of surging qi, and the trees in a radius were annihilated by the qi.

"The Eight Realms of Buddhism, Bodhisattva?"

The old man looked at the monk who suddenly entered the country, and his face finally had a touch of solemnity.

The vision of heaven and earth is eternal, and there is no wind and thunder in the sky, but heavy rain.

The monk laughed strangely, even with a hint of madness, and his Buddha's eyes looked at Jiang Mian, his eyes filled with greed.

Jiang Mian instinctively felt the crisis, and his body retreated.