It rained all night, and it had been a night in the rain, and there was no rain all around. In the ancient temple, there is only one old monk, the old monk got up to clean the ancient temple this day, but the rain was still falling, and the ink dance was still standing in the rain, so he had to chant "Amitabha." ”

And at this time, Jiang Qiansong also walked out of the wing, and Jiazi and Jiawu were also beside him. Jiang Qiansong heard the old monk chanting Amitabha, and folded his hands to the old monk and said, "Amitabha." ”

At this moment, after Amitabha, Liuyu Mo Wu opened his eyes, and the murderous aura filled the rain. "Wow!" With a wave of his hand, the raindrops shook all around.

"Poof!" The sound of raindrops entering the body sounded again and again, and on the roof, dozens of white-clothed people outside the ancient temple were pierced by raindrops.

When the old monk saw the white-clothed man falling from the roof, he closed his eyes slightly, and recited in his mouth, "Amitabha, I wish the donor to get rid of the sea of suffering." Jiang Qiansong walked up to the old monk and said, "Abbot, you watch the rain not stop, and it's not convenient for you to chant and ring the bell, why don't we two come and talk about a game?" ”

The old monk smiled and said, "That's very good. Please! The old monk asked Jiang Qiansong to go to his meditation room.

The old monk's meditation room is facing the independent stone floor of the Liuyu Ink Dance, and after Jiang Qiansong pushes the door open, he can directly see the Liuyu Ink Dance.

The old monk put the chess pieces made of soft stone and bluestone slabs in his meditation room and played against Jiang Qiansong.

Outside the house, Liuyu Mowu's eyes were cold and her temperament was cold, just like Chang'e in the Moon Palace. "Ho." With a few soft shouts, more than a dozen white-clothed masters flew to the rooftop, while outside the house were surrounded by a hundred cavalry in light armor.

Among the dozen or so people, there was an old man with a fishing rod that he had met before, and the old man with a fishing rod had a cruel look in his eyes at the moment, but the person who spoke here was obviously not him, but a bearded man holding a double halberd standing at the front. The big man watched the flow of ink dancing and waved his hand, and used the rain to take the lives of dozens of people in white, which can be said to be the most tricky time since he joined the white.

The person with the halberd in his hand, named Dian Hou Wei, was originally a person from the rivers and lakes, and was later chased and killed by the white clothes and was broken to join the white clothes, and now he is also a white-clothed spider web killer. This time, he received an order from the white-clothed deputy commander to make Red Silk to kill the unidentified master from Beiliang in intelligence analysis.

Moreover, for the killing of these masters of unknown origin, Red Silk also sent a considerable number of killer groups, and these killer groups can be described as the elite in white.

Dian Hou Wei fixed his eyes and looked at it, but he saw the Liuyu Ink Dance standing in the air, like a fairy, and then looked at the face, but he was almost fascinated, but fortunately the martial arts realm was higher, so he was not absorbed by the appearance of the Liuyu Ink Dance. More than ten white-clothed masters were already in place, and the warden shouted loudly, "Oh, white-clothed, report your name quickly!" ”

Liuyu Mo Wu's eyes were raised slightly, but the cold gaze between his eyes, and his red lips opened lightly, but it was a "noise." A sound came out, and in the heavy rain that had just been reduced, the sword intent was high. The raindrops turned into sharp swords and shot at the white-clad killers around them.

"Be careful!" This sudden change, the warden roared. The halberd in his hand was raised, jumped up, and smashed directly towards Liuyu Mo Wu.

"Poof." A white-clothed killer was hit on his eyebrows by this sudden rain of swords, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and fell to the ground. Dian Hou Wei's halberd fell, and the sword finger of Liuyu Mo Wu's right hand was pinched, and the sword qi rushed to the sky, rushing towards Dian Hou Wei.

Dian Hou Wei, seeing that Liuyu Mowu pointed at his sword, the sword qi attacked, and the halberd in his hand was thrown, killing Liuyu Mowu with a sonic boom.

"Poof." The halberd and the sword qi intersected, the halberd was shaken back, Dian Hou Wei stretched out his right hand and wanted to use the short halberd to return with the help of the shock, but as soon as he started it, he felt that there was a huge force in the short halberd, Dian Hou Wei quickly let go, his body spun in the air, and his feet borrowed force, and he fell on the roof.

But the rest of the killers flocked to the Flowing Ink Dance. The Marquis roared, "Idea! As soon as the words fell, the left hand of Liuyu Mo Wu waved, and the sword technique of the right hand dispersed. But with this wave, the rain stopped, and it was only half a breath, and the raindrops rushed towards the white-clothed killer who surrounded him with the sound of breaking through the air.

"Poof!" The thirteen masters carried the raindrops on their backs and directly broke the true qi, and when they hit their bodies, they were all shocked and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out blood and staining the ground red.

Everyone was panicked, although they had also encountered masters higher than them before, but they had not seen a master like Liuyu Mo Wu, who waved his hand, the rain turned into a sword, and under one blow, thirteen people were defeated.

Inside the old monk's house, the old monk took a dark spot, glanced at the flowing ink dance outside the house, and said with a smile, "Donor, your disciple's martial arts are high!" These white clothes, I'm afraid they are not opponents. ”

Jiang Qiansong fell into Tianyuan, and the momentum of the big dragon gradually rose, and he also smiled and said, "It's just an unfinished skill." Not to be compared to the masters. The old monk laughed, looked at the chess game and said with a smile, "The donor praises it falsely, the poor monk just practices a few sets of boxing in this rural place to strengthen his body." ”

"Oh? Then the master is a monk, how can a monk not save him when he dies? Thirteen lives out there? Isn't Buddhism going to be good? And Taoism does not say that those who want to become immortals should establish 1,300 virtues. Jiang Qiansong teased slightly, and his voice finally became flat.

The old monk's hand stiffened, and the old monk immediately gave off and said, "There are many hardships in the world, but they just haven't reached Bliss early." Jiang Qiansong smiled and said, "Master, your hands are stinky!" If you ascend to Elysium early, why don't you wait for Elysium earlier? ”

The old monk laughed when he heard this, folded his hands, and suddenly his true anger stirred. Jiazi and Jiawu, who were guarding Jiang Qiansong's side, took a step forward, and showed their true qi to the old monk. Jiang Qiansong took a step back, threw down a son, and said, "Master, your big dragon has been slaughtered by me!" This game is going on fast. ”

The old monk clasped his hands together, and the true qi of his whole body faintly saw the Buddha's light flashing. The old monk smiled and said, "I don't know what the donor means? Jiang Qiansong smiled faintly and said, "Monk of the King of Fudo Ming, don't you think I really don't recognize you?" ”

The old monk heard Jiang Qiansong say this, and laughed and said, "It seems that the poor monk really has a few notoriety, let the donor, listen." Jiang Qiansong shook his head and said, "It's not a notoriety, it's just a matter of counting decades ago." I don't know if you can still think of the young man in white clothes and a white sword in Foyue City? ”

The old monk's pupils shrank, and after half a sound, he said slowly, "It's you?" ”

Jiang Qiansong smiled and said, "It's me!" ”

"If it's you, you'll die!"

"I'm here to let you die!"