The black-robed monk's fingers were like hooks, pointing towards Su Yichuan's throat.

Su Yichuan held the sword in his backhand, and his cross arm was blocked in front of his chest.

The black-robed monk's three fingers clamped on the body of the sword like an eagle's claws, but there was not the slightest trace of blood from the wound, and he flicked it to the side, and the ancient long sword was pulled to the side.

Gang slapped Su Yichuan's chest with a fierce palm.

In desperation, Su Yichuan had no choice but to let go of Wen Chunqiu, and at the same time smashed a fist on the end of the hilt of the sword, and Wen Chunqiu flew out of the hand of the black-robed monk and inserted it into the ground behind him.

Holding his breath and exerting his strength, Su Yichuan's right palm was wrapped in yellow qi visible to the naked eye, and at this critical moment, he still chose to use the main force in the green and yellow qi, which was as thick as Yue's yellow qi.

Palm-to-palm.

Force to force.

However, the black-robed monk was not only born in Buddhism, but also practiced a martial arts physique that has a lot of Buddhism King Kong meaning in it.

Su Yichuan only felt that he slapped his palm on the hard boulder, and his whole palm was numb and painful.

The two separated their hands, the black-robed monk took a few steps back, and Su Yichuan slid backwards, stumbling before he could stand firmly.

If Su Yichuan was only shocked by the strength of the black-robed monk's physique, then the black-robed monk opposite set off a monstrous wave in his heart, and he was terrified.

"The poor monk has put a lot of effort into cultivating his physique, although he has not done his best, but this kid looks like he has just entered the free realm, how can he fight with the poor monk?"

"Boy, where did you go from?!" The black-robed monk exclaimed.

Su Yichuan said coldly unceremoniously: "It's your business." ”

Zhu He came with swords in both hands, and with the sound of breaking through the air and whistling, a thousand giant swords slashed towards the black-robed monk.

"Dang!"

The crisp and hard sound, the blade of the Qianren sword was still a few inches away from the palm of his hand, and he was not allowed to advance the slightest, and the black-robed monk stood quietly, and he simply "pinched" the sword body of the Qianren with one hand.

"The donor is very energetic."

The black-robed monk said lightly.

"It's a pity that the realm is far behind."

The black-robed monk's other palm waved rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already slapped several times on the Qianren Sword.

At first, there was a slight tremor, and then the Qianren giant sword suddenly trembled, Zhu He's expression changed, and the harder his hands worked, the more he couldn't hold the giant sword, and after a violent tremor, Qianren took off his hand and smashed to the ground.

Zhu He sideways avoided a powerful knee from the black-robed monk, and after rolling around on the ground very ungracefully, he grabbed the hilt of the Qianren giant sword and retreated.

Xiao Wen's "mountaineering" has arrived.

The black-robed monk's face remained unchanged, and he sneered: "Even if your talent is beyond ordinary people, after all, you two are only in the realm of a mere grandmaster, how can you stop me?" ”

Two fingers pinched the tip of the mountaineering sword, Xiao Wen entered the black-robed monk and retreated, Xiao Wen retreated and the black-robed monk entered, no matter how he wielded his strength, the black-robed monk was like a maggot attached to the bone.

This teasing act that relies on the strength of his physique, Xiao Wen is young and vigorous, how can he bear it?

Although he didn't speak, Xiao Wen's eyes turned cold, the internal force was surging, and the black and white illusory internal force on the mountaineering sword was surging.

The black-robed monk was wearing a mask, and he couldn't see his expression, but he let out a clear exclamation.

The long sword in his hand became sharper and sharper, and the strength was endless. Just like the green mountains and green bamboos are independent of the cold wind, and like the waves of the big rivers and rivers, one tide covers one tide.

However, after only a few breaths, the black-robed monk could no longer control the tip of the mountaineering sword, and let go of his fingers and shouted angrily.

A palm struck on the "mountaineering" and shook Xiao Wen. Then he turned around and hurriedly slapped upward, resisting the thousand-point giant sword that swept down.

Dull.

The Xuanhuang aura lingering on the Qianren Sword was diluted a little, but this palm came in a hurry, and the strength was insufficient, and the black-robed monk couldn't help but bend his legs.

Xiao Wen stabbed straight again with his sword.

"Don't get carried away with the two little donors!"

The black-robed monk said unhappily, and then took a deep breath, lifted his chest in one go, his chest bulged, and roared angrily.

"Roar!"

The sound is like a bell, and a hundred birds are frightened. Xiao Wen and his eyes even appeared for a short period of time, and they stood still.

This sound is like beating a big drum in close quarters, like thunder splitting the sky in front of you.

"The Buddha roared and roared, like beating a big drum, this is the Buddha beating the Dharma drum of the Buddha Gate?"

Su Yichuan, who was a little farther away, was not affected by it, and recognized the kung fu used by the black-robed monk, Su Yichuan frowned and whispered to himself.

The black-robed monk mercilessly smashed his fists on Xiao Wen and the others.

Xiao Wen spat blood from his mouth, fell to the ground and wiped the ground and flew out.

Zhu He's physique was better than Xiao Wen's, but he was not comfortable, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he was smashed to his knees by a punch.

"Second Senior Brother!"

Su Yichuan said hurriedly, and he said to Zhu He: "Senior brother will go to see the second senior brother's injury first, and I will stop him." ”

The black-robed monk's tone was slightly shocked: "The three of you are senior brothers? It's really strange, such an outstanding sect of the younger generation, how could I have never heard of it in Xijing? ”

Su Yichuan didn't care what the black-robed monk thought, holding it and asking Chunqiu was to stab him three times.

The black-robed monk crushed the two sword qi that came with his bare hands, and then leaned slightly to avoid the last one.

"Senior brother, can you still get up?"

Taking advantage of this, Zhu He helped Xiao Wen up and asked.

Xiao Wen's face turned pale, but he still nodded, and then said with a wry smile: "This bald donkey's fist is really hard, it killed me." ”

"It's good to be able to move, we can only rely on the junior brother now, let's respond from the side."

If the two of them are seriously injured and can't move, they will restrain Su Yichuan's hands and feet.

"Ding!"

Su Yichuan stabbed a sword on the shoulder of the black-robed monk, and his voice was crisp. Su Yichuan took a few steps forward, the black-robed monk still stood still, and the body of the Wen Chunqiu sword had bent out of a heart-pounding arc at this moment.

Xiao Wen and the others even suspected that the next second would be broken into two when they asked Chunqiu.

An incomparably sharp green qi suddenly permeated Wen Chunqiujian's body, and then shot out violently from the tip of the sword, straight through the black-robed monk's left shoulder, and through several ancient trees behind him.

Asked Chunqiu sword body straightened, and bounced away the black-robed monk.

After a moment of silence, the black-robed monk slowly raised his head, and his tone was cold: "I underestimated the donor's ability to enter the realm of freedom for the first time." ”

I took a deep breath again, and saw that the black-robed monk was about to use the magic power of the Buddha beating the Dharma drum again.

But seeing Su Yichuan's playful smile, he roared out before the black-robed monk.

"Roar!"

This sound is similar to the black-robed monk's previous Buddha drums, and there are only slight differences in listening.

The black-robed monk snorted, he could only feel a buzzing in his ears, his body shook and retreated, and he was once again pierced by Su Yichuan's cyan sword under his left ribs.

Compared with the injuries that were not light or serious, Su Yichuan's kung fu shocked the black-robed monk even more.

"Like blowing a conch? This is the Buddha blowing conch of my Buddhism, who the hell are you kid?! You're not a Westview person at all! ”

Su Yichuan's face was calm and said, "I learned this kung fu before I came to Xijing." ”

Xiao Wen in the distance muttered, "Our little junior brother is really hidden. ”

Zhu He nodded sympathetically.

Su Yichuan stared at the black-robed monk and said seriously: "Your Excellency should be from the White Horse Temple in the north of the heavens, right?" ”

"Like the Xuanchan Temple in Nanhuai Mountain, the White Horse Temple is also the culmination of the Tianqian Buddhism, and the two temples in the south and north are the bull ears of the Tianqian Buddhism."

Su Yichuan tilted his head and thought: "Let me think about it, is Your Excellency Zhong Gaoying, who defected from the White Horse Temple more than ten years ago, or Wu Wenye, who was swept away by the White Horse Temple in recent years?" ”

Hearing this, the black-robed monk who was poked in the sore spot couldn't hold back any longer, and said angrily: "Stop! You little bunny knows something. ”

"I understand, you're from Tianqian, say! Did you send you from the pedantic rotten wood of the White Horse Temple? ”

Su Yichuan laughed and said, "It seems that Your Excellency is Wu Wenye...... Don't worry, the younger generation was not sent by the White Horse Temple, but just spent some time in the White Horse Temple in the early years. ”

"Fart! After a while, you can let that group of pedantic people pass on your Buddha to blow the conch? ”

Su Yichuan pinched the tip of his nose and smiled embarrassedly: "I learned it secretly, I saw that the senior monks of the White Horse Temple have demonstrated it a few times, and I have stolen the teacher here." ”

Wu Wenye didn't believe this seemingly deceitful word at all, he had spent a lot of effort and suffered a lot to learn this Buddha to play the big drum.

"Don't believe me?" Su Yichuan seemed to be smiling, and slapped his palm at the black-robed monk without warning.

Wu Wenye, who was stunned, didn't have time to dodge at all.

Su Yichuan didn't know when to spin a few flying leaves, and a palm with a bit of strange light was printed on Wu Wenye's chest.

With a palm back, when Xiao Wen and the others were still wondering if nothing had happened, Wu Wenye was like being struck by lightning.

"Small, little Ka Ye palm?"

Su Yichuan clapped his hands up and down: "Yes, but it's only a semi-finished product, and the younger generation has spent several years only making such a prototype, and it takes a lot of effort to hurt a chicken." ”

Wu Wenye sighed, I don't know if he is self-taught, but this authentic Buddha blowing conch and small Jiaye palm is enough to show that the young man in front of him has a lot to do with the White Horse Temple.

I kept saying that the group of people in the White Horse Temple were rotten wood that was not enlightened and did not talk about human feelings, but in the final analysis, they inherited the teacher's kindness, if not......

"That's fine." Wu Wenye sat on the ground in a daze.

"Let's go, just when I return to the White Horse Temple, and return the master's favor, from now on, the poor monk Wu Wenye will have nothing to do with the White Horse Temple."

Su Yichuan raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "The seniors are willing to let us go?" ”

What they held in their hands was half of Master Haoran's "Sword Intent".

Wu Wenye said angrily: ", I didn't rob it for myself, the group of people who killed a thousand knives in Crazy Zen, why did they let the poor monks do this work, and it wouldn't be a success if they changed someone casually?" ”

"However, if it were someone else, the three of you would probably die here today."

Su Yichuan clenched his fists: "Thank you seniors." ”

Wu Wenye didn't pay attention to it immediately, but slowly left holding the wound under his left rib.

"Thank you for not needing, it's just that the poor monk wants to repay the kindness of the White Horse Temple, I'm not a good person. Don't forget, Huang Jingfeng and Gu Le still died at the hands of poor monks. ”

Su Yichuan and the three of them looked at the direction of Wu Wenye's departure, and only then rode away on horseback until they couldn't see the figure at all.

Go straight to the Xuandu Temple.