The white-clothed monk swallowed his golden body and forcibly entered the realm of the Bodhisattva, cultivating the three worlds in the three realms behind the Buddha's gate, dividing the past, present, and future.

In order to achieve the perfection of the road.

"You dare to swallow yourself!" The old man's voice was full of expression.

He held a firewood knife in front of Jiang Mian, and slashed back the attacking Buddha Bodhisattva.

The sword light cut off the rain, and even faintly cut through the space, and the black crack was fleeting.

But he didn't hurt the monk half a point.

"Let's go!" The old man roared at Jiang Mian.

If a monk swallows his past body advanced bodhisattva, he will definitely be devoured, and he needs to replenish his qi and blood.

Jiang Mian is undoubtedly the great supplement.

Jiang Mian's figure retreated again, and only a series of afterimages of him could be seen in the rain.

The monk was furious, he had advanced to the Bodhisattva, how could he let this kind of ant escape under his nose.

He punched away the old man who stepped forward to block him: "You don't have a knife, how can you fight me?" ”

The white-clothed monk sneered: "A broken wood knife." ”

And at this moment, Kung Fu Jiang Mian was already dozens of feet away.

He didn't dare to turn back, he ran for his life with all his heart, and his feet were like flying.

Behind him, the wind broke loudly, and the monk silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, the afterglow was sonorous, but in Jiang Mian's ears, it was like a whisper urging a little ghost.

"Little donor, where to go?"

Jiang Mian didn't stop for a moment, just rushed forward.

The old man and the monk couldn't help anyone, but the old man wanted to protect Jiang Mian, but the monk had no scruples.

His moves are ruthless and full of murderous intent.

Gradually, it gained the upper hand.

After kicking the old man away, he easily grabbed Jiang Mian and lifted him up.

......

In the courtyard of Lin'an City, the old man played against the young man in front of him, and the black and white chess pieces were killed in the middle game, and the chess game was unpredictable.

"Teacher, are you really not saved?"

The young man picked up a white seed and fell.

"Jincheng silk pipe day after day, half into the river wind and half into the clouds, this song should only be in the sky, the world can get a few times."

The old man did not answer, but recited a poem to himself.

"Quatrain for the ages!"

The young man opposite was unsparing in admiration.

"What a seedling, but she was preempted by the girl from the Ye family." The old Confucian said bitterly, but his face was extremely firm.

"Save!" He waved his hand, "I am an immortal seedling in the Great Zhou Poetry Circle, but I can't die halfway." ”

After the two finished speaking, a breath of fresh air floated out of the courtyard and went straight to the outside of the city.

......

The monk grabbed Jiang Mian and admired his expression.

He grabbed the boy by the throat, but didn't kill him immediately.

The old man beside him didn't dare to move anymore, for fear that the monk would go crazy and kill Jiang Mian.

"An old firewood knife, if you want to kill me, it's not enough." The monk's smile was kind, he was in control of the situation, and he won the former Sword Saint, and he was extremely confident at this moment.

The sky rained like a torrential rain, falling on his clay golden body, he smiled more and more presumptuously, the corners of his mouth rose, Jiang Mian's vitality slowly passed away in his hands, he enjoyed this feeling very much.

The old man was silent, standing there silently, as if he had died.

The vigilance in the monk's eyes never let go, he knew very well how terrible the old man was, if he had a knife in his hand, he would not have survived for so long.

He didn't dare to slack off anymore and suddenly murderous.

With just a slight pinch, Jiang Mian would die on the spot.

At this critical juncture, the old man also moved, and what he was waiting for came.

A clear air flew from afar, the color was very light, and there was no miracle.

The monk frowned as if he were facing a great enemy. exclaimed: "Haoran righteousness!" ”

The heroic righteousness of Confucianism cannot be condensed unless it is a great Confucian. I don't know how many years this clear qi has been cultivated.

The monk immediately made a decision, wanting to crush Jiang Mian's throat, as long as he ate Jiang Mian, he would be able to hold on for a while.

The old man finally showed a smile at this moment, and there was some expectation in his eyes: "The grandeur of Confucianism, I have been thinking about this for many years. ”

His body moved, and the clear qi fell into his hands.

In an instant, the sword intent locked the monk and prevented him from moving.

The monk pinched Jiang Mian's throat, and the young man should have died immediately, but his vitality was also locked by the sword intent.

Confucian righteousness is the blade, the former sword saint is the hilt, the old man did not use a knife, but turned himself into a knife.

Syllable!

The sword light turned into pure qi slashed the monk's golden body.

The monk's golden body was broken, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood,

His face was vicious, and he slapped it with his two palms, hitting Jiang Mian, who was running out of life.

Jiang Mian was confused at the moment, and faintly he seemed to see a scripture, and suddenly it lit up.

The pain enveloped him, causing his breathing to stagnate.

In the eyes of the monks, Jiang Mian's flesh and blood at this time were blurred, revealing his muscles and bones, which were not the bleak white of ordinary people, but a little warm.

"Jade-colored, bright white from jade." When the old man saw this, he whispered, and his eyes were a little moist, "Red Dragon, you have a successor." ”

"Take the knife!" He shouted loudly, and the sound was like thunder, which shook the heart.

Jiang Mian was confused, and when he suddenly heard these two sounds, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the pain in his body seemed to have been reduced a lot.

The monk was already at the end of his crossbow, and he wanted to kill Jiang Mian before he died.

Qing Qi turned into a long knife and flew over, and Jiang Mian pushed it hard and hit the monk.

The knife enters his hand, and the pig-killing technique is launched.

Previously, the old man had stabbed twice, and his pig-killing skills had already advanced to the heavenly level.

The long knife swirled in the heavy rain, and it slashed down.

The blade turned into Haoran Zhengqi was like substance, with a strong wind, and it slashed down with an unstoppable momentum.

It was the last knife the monk had ever seen in his life, and it was getting faster and faster in his eyes, slow at first, easy to catch, and he was sure that he could take it effortlessly.

But it was getting faster and faster, so fast that he didn't even notice it when he split his head.

Bang!

It sounded like a sharp object breaking through an eggshell.

The monk could no longer suppress the sword qi in the shrine, the sword qi spread, and the flesh and blood were cut off.

The white-clothed monk, the new Bodhisattva of Buddhism, is dead!

And he died at the hands of a sixteen-year-old boy who had just entered the martial arts.

The eyes of the old man next to him lit up, and he was also taken aback.

I admired in my heart: "What a beautiful knife technique." ”

With Jiang Mian's cultivation in the lower realm, let alone breaking the golden body of the Bodhisattva, and giving him the toes of a warrior monk in the four realms of Buddhism, he would have to cut it for half a day.

But the long knife turned into Haoran's righteous qi was born to restrain demons, and the monk had already fallen into demons, just enough to restrain him.

He was locked by the old man's knife intent again, and he couldn't protect himself.

Jiang Mian's knife technique is extremely clever.

Only then did he split his head with a knife.

Splitting his head naturally couldn't kill the Eight Realms Bodhisattva, but his divine platform had already been planted with sword qi by Mai swordsmen.

was injured by Haoran righteousness before.

I couldn't look around for a while, so I died.

When the heavy rain fell, it was like a river pouring in, and the monk's golden body lost its luster, and turned into mud under the washing of the rain, and flowed into the soil.

The old man came over and kicked the monk's golden body.

"The mud bodhisattva crosses the river."

"What's the name of that knife you just had?" He turned his head and asked Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian collapsed on the ground, and said weakly: "Killing pig knife." ”

The old man laughed.

"A woodcutter, a pig-killing knife, kill the Buddha Bodhisattva."

"Happy."