For cultivators, the murderous aura actually feels obvious, it is a kind of qi that is not easy to hide.

The stronger the mind, the more sensitive the sense of murderous qi becomes.

The cultivation of murderous qi is not simply the existence of murderous intent, it requires the blood of the hands, the slaughter of many lives, through the resentment, despair, anger and other emotions before the death of life, the fusion of qi machine, entwined and contaminated on the body of the killer, can form a murderous aura.

In the twilight clouds, there are raindrops falling from a height of thousands of feet, smashing on the ground, smashing on the embankment, smashing in the lake, bursting water droplets, like flowers blooming in spring, casting a layer of misty mist on the huge West Lake.

The carriage came to a slow stop, and the curtains fluttered wantonly in the spring breeze, faintly blowing up, revealing the shabby and dirty navy blue monk's robes in the carriage, and the black and white checkered cloth shoes that covered the mud.

The murderous aura that seemed to overflow the West Lake came from the carriage.

An Le, who was dressed in white, held an oil-paper umbrella, standing on the causeway, the spring breeze and spring rain were falling, blocked by the umbrella surface, and the Xu wind lifted up, blowing a few hair ends.

Staring at the familiar chariot, feeling the murderous aura of the waves, the demon source jade pendant given by the thousand-year-old snake demon on his waist was constantly trembling.

An Le's palm lifted up and landed on the green mountain around his waist.

This chariot is very familiar, it is the chariot of Qin Xiangfu, when Zhushan came to kill him, it was this carriage parked at the intersection of Qingbo Street.

Qin Qianqiu was in the car.

Once or twice, three times five times

The gentleman repays his grievances directly, and there is also a nameless anger in Anle's heart for this constant offense.

Qingshan trembled slightly, as if sensing his anger, bursting out with a sword groan.

However, An Le's eyes still fell on the black and white checkered shoes that loomed in the chariot.

But when the muddy cloth shoes moved, the curtain was lifted, and a burly monk in a green robe walked out of it, bareheaded, with a ring scar on his head, and his burly body swayed the Tibetan monk's robe.

The monk Fakong looked at An Le, and An Le also looked at him.

The two looked at each other across the distant causeway, but their eyes became more and more lonely, like the rapid electricity behind the clouds intertwined and collided between the two of them.

The demon source jade pendant on his waist trembled more and more, as if it was an extreme resentment, and the hatred engraved in the demon source exploded at this moment.

An Le covered the green mountains with his palm, holding an umbrella in his hand, and looked at the monks.

He didn't recognize the monk, but the murderous intent in the monk's body and the burning heat in his eyes undoubtedly spoke of a murderous intent for his well-being.

The carriage was empty except for the monk.

Qin Qianqiu was not in the chariot, perhaps because he was cut off by An Le's Haoran sword qi, and he was afraid, Qin Qianqiu didn't dare to approach An Le now.

At this moment, Qin Qianqiu was on the upper floor of Wanghu, watching this battle with Wang Qinhe, who had high hopes for him.

An Le turned his head, his eyes crossed, looking at the hexagonal heavy eaves pagoda looking at the lake tower, between the carved beams and paintings, it can be seen that Qin Qianqiu is standing at the railing, staring from afar.

An Le retracted his gaze, as if there was a fire burning faintly in his heart.

"Amitabha, the donor, the poor monk Fakong, the benefactor has a strong demonic spirit, and it really shouldn't be with the demon."

The monk clasped his palms together, carried an iron rod carved with animal patterns on his back, stared at An Le with burning eyes, and spoke.

Fakong monk, An Le does not know.

However, An Le thought for a while and said, "Do you have anything to do with crossing the sea?"

"Crossing the sea is my master."

Dharma empty road.

An Le immediately understood the reason why the demon source jade pendant on his waist trembled, it turned out that this monk and the monk who crossed the sea to seal the big demon at the bottom of the lake were in a master-apprentice relationship, and the teacher had the same origin, and the breath of the same origin made the snake demon origin tremble and angry.

In Fakong's scorching eyes, the demonic energy on An Le's body was extremely rich, and almost every inch of skin and flesh was overflowing with rolling demonic energy.

His gaze moved horizontally and fell on the demon source jade pendant on An Le's waist, and he couldn't help but smile: "Donor, you and I are destined." ”

"Some people say that the donor will gather invincible strength, so he will invite the poor monk to fight you, the donor will fight a Lin'an, although the poor monk has just entered Lin'an, but he is also qualified to fight with the donor."

"Now, looking at the demon jade pendant on the donor's waist, it is fate to want to come to the poor monk and fight with the donor, since this is the case, the donor should not shirk."

Fakong chuckled.

An Le looked at the Fakong monk and listened to the other party's words, and he understood the reason why this monk appeared here.

Qin Qianqiu hired this monk to break his invincible momentum, make his state of mind dusty, and cut off the way to the future.

An Le didn't have much fear, and even the qi and blood in his body were rolling, and he was a little eager to try.

Since he wants to take the legendary road and gather invincible strength, he naturally can't be afraid of challenges, although the monk in front of him is much stronger than him in terms of qi, and the qi and blood hidden under the flesh and blood contain a terrifying power that is enough to open up mountains and gravel, not only has a mysterious meaning, but also has a pre-existing opportunity.

This is a cultivator of the Five Realms of Body Forging, although the refining god has never set foot in the five realms, but there are also powerful Yuan Shen fluctuations spreading.

It can be said that it is the strongest opponent that Anle has encountered so far.

With the Little Saint Order, those who are ranked higher on the Little Saint List will not challenge those who are lower ranked, so An Le has almost never encountered a cultivator of the Five Realms.

Qin Qianqiu naturally couldn't find the top five realms on the Little Saint List to deal with An Le, so he found this Fakong monk.

The invisible pressure permeated the edge of the West Lake Causeway, making the willow branches that were gently blowing in the spring breeze as if they were stagnant.

Reject this battle

Turn around and run

If this is the case, he has just defeated Simon Qiuhua and has become an invincible opponent for the first time, which has become a joke.

The blow to the sharpness, mentality, and fighting spirit is huge, and this is also Qin Qianqiu's purpose, to find an opponent who has never surpassed the Five Realms, but it is difficult for An Le to parry.

It creates a situation where Mrs. Hua, Zhao Huangting and other strong people are not easy to shoot, and it is not easy to retreat.

And once the battle is faced, An Le has a high probability of losing.

If An Le is really defeated, the invincible power will also collapse, and the legendary road will die as soon as it is set aside.

By the West Lake, on the causeway.

The literati and artists walked endlessly, and many of them saw Anle, but the atmosphere at the moment was a bit condensed, intertwined with the killing machines in the air, and the colliding qi machines, even if they were not cultivators, they would feel a burst of depression, fear, and dare not approach.

This section of the causeway seems to have been emptied all at once.

Only a white-clothed An Le was left holding an umbrella and looking at the burly monk standing in the carriage.

The next moment, in the shocked eyes of many literati and artists.

The monk pulled out the burning iron rod he was carrying behind him, his qi and blood bloomed, and countless falling raindrops were poured back into the sky by his burst of qi at this moment.

The monks are dragging long sticks on the causeway, and every time they step on it, they will burst the bluestone road of the causeway.

In an instant, the monk turned into a mob, as if he were crazy, and the burning stick swept up, setting off a suppressed and low whimpering wind, and smashed into An Le's neck

The sound of breaking the sky instantly resounded, and several figures swept quickly, suspended in mid-air, hunting in robes, looking from afar.

Li Youan put his hands behind his back, stared slightly, stepped on the branch of a willow tree, and looked at the battle that suddenly broke out on the causeway.

"The demon slaying monk of Lianhua Temple."

Li Youan said in a low voice.

He originally wanted to take An Le to a place, but he didn't expect that before he could take An Le away, there would be a situation where the Fakong monk came to fight An Le.

Since An Le wants to cultivate invincible strength and take the legendary road, it is naturally impossible for Li Youan to forcibly take An Le away at this moment.

Moreover, he felt the fighting intent in An Le, and in the face of the Fakong monk of the Five Realms of Forging Body, An Le did not have the slightest retreat and fear, and even faintly had a boiling battle intent bursting out.

Therefore, Uran Li wanted to take a good look to see if An Le could create a miracle.

If An Le can defeat this Fakong monk, this so-called gathering invincible momentum and taking the legendary road will no longer be empty talk.

The old man Zhao Huangting of Taimiao and Mrs. Lin Fuhua all sensed the situation, and they swept over quickly, without any change, and they all watched from afar.

And at this moment, in the Lin'an Mansion, many cultivators were looking at it.

Compared with the battle between An Le and Simon Qiuhua, this battle is the real test of An Le, and it is a test of life and death.

After all, this battle is not a battle of the Little Saint List, if it is defeated and dies, the Little Saint Order will not overflow energy to save An Le's life.

It was a battle that drove An Le to a corner.

The spring rain is misty, shrouding the world in a haze.

Early in the morning, the West Lake set off a hustle and bustle, among the flower boats on the lake, one after another figures walked out one after another, standing on the deck, unusually, it was not the people on the embankment looking at the flower boats, but the people in the flower boats looking at the embankment.

Fairy Yunrou walked out with the guqin on her back, wearing a veil and frowning slightly, looking at the battle on the embankment.

The murderous aura that erupted from the monk's body was really moving.

Although he has not entered the list of small saints, Monk Kefakong, as the third disciple of the holy monk who crosses the sea on the demon subduing list, is naturally extraordinary.

Maybe it will really break Anle's invincibility and make his blood completely collapse.

Compared to watching the lively literati and ink writers.

Only true practitioners can know how important such a battle is to peace and happiness

If he wins, he will march forward from then on, gathering an incomparably majestic invincible momentum, and he can hit the top ten of the Little Saint List.

If you lose, your heart will be cut off, your fighting spirit will be cut, and it is possible to slump.

Therefore, those who pay attention to this battle are all nervous in their hearts.

Feeling the overwhelming momentum, facing the Fakong monk who picked up the burning iron rod and pressed it, An Le Baiyi was instantly swayed with energy.

An innate coercion, like a mountain oppression.

The coercion of the five realms was released by the Fakong monk, who wanted to suppress people with force, and An Le, who wanted to suppress him, had no power to fight back, and instantly exploded with a stick.

The five realms of forging the body oppress the three realms, and there is an advantage on the natural level, which is the coercion from the ascending steps.

The method practiced by the monk Fakong is the top forging method of Lianhua Temple, which is definitely not weak in terms of grade, and has already given birth to Xuanyi, stepping into the congenital, and the innate strength of a body is far from being comparable to the peace and happiness of the three realms of forging the body now.

Therefore, once Anle resists, there is bound to be only one end of being forced.

bang

An Le pointed to the ground on his toes, his body took a step back, and the oil-paper umbrella was instantly swept by the strong wind of burning iron rods, and the umbrella stem exploded, and the umbrella surface was also like a knife blade, cutting into pieces

An Le floated on the bluestone slab in the form of a crane and slid back a few meters without leaving a trace.

The sword roar on his waist exploded, and the ink pool swept out in an instant, turning into a cloud of sword light, slashing towards the Fakong monk at an extremely fast speed, and the ink pool was hard to find, as if it had blended into the rain.

Only a faint shadow flickered, and the iron rod burned by the monk Fakong swept into the air, and the tinkling sound was crisp.

The ink pool collided with the iron rod, and the sword qi collided with qi and blood, bursting into brilliant fireworks.

The bouncing ink pool, with the slightest stroke of An Le's fingers, brought up shadows that were difficult to catch, like wild bees burrowing into the flowers, shuttling and flying at high speed

The face of the monk did not change color, the burning iron rod continued to light out, the fireworks continued to burst out, and a series of crisp and subtle sounds continued to echo in the flash of the fireworks

It is clearer than the sound of falling tiles in the spring rain, and more rapid than when wild bees are flying and scurrying

There was a brief encounter, and the rain continued to fall.

A smile appeared on the face of Monk Fakong: "Amitabha, if the donor's skills stop here, the poor monk will begin to surpass you." ”

Before the words fell, the body of the Fakong monk actually swelled, the smile on his face disappeared, and he became hideous and angry, like an angry-eyed Vajra Arhat.

A mysterious and mysterious martial arts artistic conception permeated, the killing machine rushed up, An Le only felt a trance in his heart, the West Lake turned into a blood lake, and the spring rain turned into a blood rain.

Angry eyes King Kong mysterious

An Le is only half a step away from forging the Xuan, and at this moment, he has also reacted a little, and he is affected by the Xuanyi.

However, the Fakong monk was already approaching, and the burning iron rod smashed down violently, An Le's eyes condensed, the qi and blood in his body surged, and under every inch of the skin, there were scriptures circulating

roar

With a roar, the ancient demon tiger roared the stars, shattering the streamer

Qingshan fell into his hand, and An Le's horizontal sword resisted this stick.

Carrying this stick, the body suddenly sank, and the terrifying innate strength spread from the burning iron rod, and An Le's legs spread horizontally, so as to unload the force, and then retreated swiftly in the form of an ancient demon ape.

The Fakong monk handed out a horizontal stick and stabbed violently, the stick was like a gun, like a dragon

boom

Sword to stick, and the sound of explosion burst out.

An Le's figure was suddenly smashed by innate strength in the air, and flew out ten feet away like a kite.

But the monk of Fakong was unforgiving, and he had to continue to press down as soon as he succeeded, and completely beat An Le to death in one fell swoop

The stick is like a dragon, and it is crushed again, which is not reasonable at all.

An Le's sword finger pressed down, and the ink pool seemed to come out of a falling raindrop, slashing towards the neck of the Fakong monk.

However, Monk Fakong raised his hand and grabbed five fingers to the side, as if an invisible claw shadow appeared.

"Trapped Demon Buddha's Hand"

Ding Ding Ding

There was a crisp sound, and the ink pool collided in the hands of the Buddha of the Dharma and Lianhua Temple, but it seemed to be locked in a cage, and it could no longer break free

"Donor, you are full of demonic energy, when you are purified, the poor monk will not see the demonic spirit in this life, all those who are with the demon should be punished"

Dharma empty road.

With a stick in his hand, he smashed it again, wanting to shatter An Le's head, but if it hit, it would inevitably be torn apart, and the bones and brains would come out.

At this moment, Fa Kong's mind was very relaxed, because he knew that the young man in front of him couldn't win against him, the gap was too big, and the five realms of the forging body were completely crushing against the three realms of the upper forging body.

An Le wants to make up for the gap with the forging method

But the method he practiced was also a top-level forging method, and the angry Vajra Arhat was a complete body, and there was only the fate of being dumped at all.

At this moment, An Le's white clothes were flying, and his face was quite solemn.

The sword furnace in the heart of the eyebrows was sonorous, and the Yuan Shen who was sitting on the sword embryo of the heart sword suddenly opened his eyes.

The ink pool, which was caught by the trapped demon Buddha's hand, suddenly stopped, and it was extremely quiet.

But around the Buddha's hand, the raindrops that fell were all controlled by An Le's mind, and the sword qi floated in, the sword qi was everywhere, and the sword qi was already approaching

Fakong's face changed slightly, his qi and blood surged, and there seemed to be a golden body of an arhat with angry eyes around his body

Countless sword qi stood on it, and the surface of the golden-bodied Arhat was suddenly covered with intertwined sword marks.

The sword qi is close to a skill, it is a secret method in the small holy order, the power is definitely not weak, and it is linked to the cultivation of the gods.

The forging body was suppressed by the law and the air, but the peace of the refining god was found in the field

Visualize the sword waterfall picture, the sword qi under the spring rain is near, and it has the power of the sword waterfall.

Even Fakong didn't dare to underestimate it.

The trapped demon Buddha's hand couldn't help but let go, Fakong frowned, glared angrily, picked up the burning iron rod and approached Anle, the stick shadow overlapped, this is the Lianhua Temple Buddha Gate Dragon Stick

The Fakong monk knew that An Le's forging body cultivation was weak, so he grasped this point, focusing on the weak places of An Le, refining the gods and being on a par with him, and killing him with refining the gods, which was unwise.

Playing to your strengths and avoiding your weaknesses is the right way to fight.

However, to the surprise of the Fakong monk, An Le mentioned Qingshan and did not retreat, but the ancient demon five bird qi broke out, and the demon qi soared to the sky, and he raised his sword to kill.

Bamboo branches, fragrant grass, and the three swords of the juvenile word card fell instantly, and with the blessing of the natural swordsman Dao fruit, the sword qi was intertwined, and the sword light was like a waterfall

"Donor, you are so demonic in front of the poor monks"

"It's stupid"

"Then the poor monk will kill you as an evil demon."

The monk of Fakong saw the demonic energy and the vision of the ancient demon burst out of the five birds of the ancient demon in peace and happiness, and couldn't help but say coldly, and then presented the statue of King Kong with angry eyes, and in the mud pill palace, there seemed to be a Buddha who opened his eyes, and his eyes bloomed with the light of the Buddha

Illuminating the light of the Buddha, I want to make the demonic energy that rises in Anle's body melt away and melt

Sharpen their fighting spirit and disturb their state of mind

However, the next moment, An Le's face was strange, and the green mountain in his hand was handed out, and a brilliant sword aura like the sun was steaming on his body.

The ancient demon vision is the vision carried in the martial scriptures, not the real demon energy, and it is not afraid of the Buddha's light.

Besides, An Le has a mighty sword qi in his body, how can he be afraid of such a Buddha's light

The light of the Buddha reflects the body of peace, like the light of the fire in the fireplace, which is quite warm, nothing more.

An Le handed out the green mountain, the green mountain was suspended, and he was hit by a palm.

"Broken Sword."

An Le spit out two words between his lips, and then slapped a palm on the hilt of Qingshan's sword.

Haoran's sword qi instantly crushed the Buddha's light burst out of the law, and the green mountain melted the Haoran sword qi, and it had already stabbed in a sword-shattering posture, and the rain seemed to be swept by the green mountain rapidly, pulling out a clear hollow trace. Eight one

Qingshan crashed into Fakong's body, and Fakong roared angrily, wanting to resist this terrible sword with the golden body of Vajra Arhat.

Haoran's sword qi and Qingshan were extremely powerful, directly penetrating Fakong's Arhat golden body, penetrating his flesh and blood, passing through his body, and bringing up a puddle of blood.

The innate flesh of the five realms of the malleable body is really strong, and it has not fallen after being attacked by this.

It's just that the Anle offensive is not at all.

As soon as his mind moved, the sword qi nearly reappeared, and after the ink pool that broke free from the Buddha's hand was hidden in the air, it reappeared, burst out, and stabbed towards Fakong's palm.

Fakong's eyes were ruthless, and he relied on the powerful body of the five realms of forging the body, grabbing the ink pool with his palm.

As long as he blocks An Le's two imposing swords, it will be time for him to fight back

Buzz

The inkpool trembled slightly, and let out a crisp sword groan.

The corners of An Le's lips were raised, and he glanced at the ink pool that was caught, and in the sword furnace in the Mud Pill Palace, the Yuan Shen opened his eyes, and the heart sword embryo hung in front of him, flicking his fingers, and spitting out a sound.

Playing a sword is like playing a harp

Five kills in the rhythm of music

"Palace"

The sound of five killings is integrated into the sword qi of the ink pool

Monk Fakong's heart trembled, and he wanted to let go but it was too late, and the ink pool trembled and burst out with a terrifying annihilation sword qi.

His domineering sword-clutching palm was directly blasted open, and blood, flesh and bone were all shattered.

The ink pool took advantage of the momentum to plunge into the arm of the Fakong monk, staggering back a few steps from the impact.

But the Yuan Shen in the sword furnace of the eyebrows continued to play the sword.

Play the two swords again and spit out the two character sounds

Pierced into the ink pool of the arm of the Fakong monk, the sword groaned out, and the sound of five killings melted, and exploded twice in a row

In one explosion, the whole arm of the Fakong monk was eliminated

The second explosion, half of the Fakong monk's body was shattered

Playing a sword is like playing a harp, and the sword is like the sound of a harp.

With the sound of five killings, the five realms of forging the body are reversed

The Fakong monk completely lost the opportunity to resist, and could no longer stop An Le's sword qi.

A drizzle was falling.

Watering half of his body that was shattered, his eyes widened and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Qingshan returned and swept over, holding the sword in his hand, the qi and blood power poured into the Qingshan, the sword qi spurted thin, and he never talked nonsense with the dying Fakong monk, and wiped it with a sword.

A hot-blooded head suddenly rolled and fell.

The demon slayer Fakong died here.

However.

After killing the Fakong monk, An Le's momentum rose suddenly, and he slowly turned around and turned his head to look at the hexagonal heavy eaves pagoda towering over the lake.

The mind moved.

The inkwell roared out, and An Le stepped out and stepped on the inkwell.

Sword light raged and intertwined.

The wide sleeves of the white clothes are blowing the spring breeze and spring rain and killing machine.

Like that peerless sword immortal, the sword rose and soared.

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"Brother Shen"

"Hmm"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.