Sometimes, the Jing'an monk will also remember the afternoon when he killed for the first time.

At that time, he was just a novice in the Jingshui Temple, not a real monk, and that afternoon, after he killed the fake Jing'an who pretended to be himself, he also returned to the temple to ask for help - after all, the old abbot of the temple has always taught him, saying that God has the virtue of a good life, killing and even the most heinous behavior, and his kind of killing on the street is undoubtedly the most vicious performance.

But just when he thought that he was sinful and desperate, the old abbot who had taught him single-handedly helped him up.

"Don't run around, go hide quickly, or you'll be caught and killed."

Monk Jing'an still remembers that the old abbot said this to him.

When he was desperate, there were people who were willing to lend a helping hand to him, and he was willing to remember it for a lifetime, even if it was a cow or a horse for him.

So he chose to hide in the temple, and did not go anywhere, and when the old abbot brought dinner, he would tell all his thoughts, and no matter how the old abbot punished him, it didn't matter, it was all his responsibility.

That night, however, the old abbot did not bring any food.

Rather, it was a full five search squads of predators.

"The old man has stabilized him, and now he is in the dark compartment under the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and when the old man lets him let down his guard, he can rush to the top of the ranks, except for this demon!"

As for what happened next, Monk Jing'an couldn't remember it clearly, after all, at that time, he had already handed over his body to the Soul Reaver Stick and let it play at will.

But he will always remember how hard the old abbot, who never killed, stuck the dagger in his heart.

It's like it is now.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, the evil qi that was about to explode out twisted in his chest, and he simply screwed the invisible sword qi that was about to penetrate his heart to death in place!

"Despicable Villain......

Memories of the past flooded into my heart, and the Jing'an monk showed a fierce light.

How dare he, how dare he ......

How dare he lie!

"Zheng Zheng Zheng—"

At the same time, the six invisible sword qi attacked the Jing'an monk's various vital points respectively, but they were all locked in the air by the Jing'an monk's protective evil qi.

"Huh?"

Five steps away, the swordsman named Cui Yuan raised his head in surprise.

"You can see my sword?"

"Lao Tzu cut off your head!"

The angry Jing'an monk picked up the stick.

Despicable villain, what he hates most is this despicable villain, this kind of insidious and vicious person, he kills one by one!

"Dog breed! Die! ”

Under a burst of cheers, the stick shadow is thousand, like a ghost crying wolf.

An inch long, an inch strong, under the blessing of evil qi, this soul snatcher stick burst out with unparalleled power at this moment, everything within three zhang was completely destroyed, and the entire barracks gate was already bombarded to the ground!

But Cui Yuan, who was carrying the broken sword, had already run away five zhang away.

Indeed, whether it is three zhang or the current five zhang, this is not the distance that the sword can reach, and a long sword of only three feet cannot reach such a distant enemy - not to mention that he only has a broken sword without a tip in his hand, this thing is not much different from a dagger, if it can't do hand-to-hand combat, then this weapon is about equal to waste.

But in Cui Yuan's view, this is not the case.

After studying Master's legacy diligently, he already understood.

While it is true that the sword has lost its tip, it has also lost the shackles that come with the tip. No more obsessing with length, no more obsessing with distance, no more obsessing with the blade itself.

Just like it is now.

"Hoo ......"

A mouthful of turbid air came out of his mouth, and Cui Yuan once again flattened the broken sword and pointed directly at the Jing'an monk in the distance.

In just an instant, fifty-eight sword qi shot out.

Each sword qi was as thin as a sharp needle, and the shape of the sword could no longer even be seen.

Under the cover of the sound of breathing, these sharp sword qi flew silently, and in just an instant, they had completely surrounded the mad monk holding the big stick.

No one rules that the sword cannot be bent.

"Whew-"

With a light sound of flesh tearing, the Jing'an monk, who was still wielding a big stick, was instantly covered with wounds and crimson all over his body.

The more than 20 sword qi in front of him were all smashed by that big stick, but the more than 30 sword qi that detoured to the side and behind his back still opened a hole in his body, and at this moment, the Jing'an monk's body had been cut by the sword qi, and he was covered with blood, which was really like the blood gourd.

But at this moment of serious injury, Monk Jing'an became even more crazy.

"A scumbag...... Ahh!!h ”

Holding both ends of the long stick, the Jing'an monk pumped hard!

The big stick, which was already seven feet long, was broken into a nine-section long whip on the spot under the sudden force of the Jing'an monk!

"What's that?"

Seeing the long stick turn into a nine-section long whip, even Cui Yuan, who was five zhang away, couldn't help but be stunned - of course, his instinct as a swordsman still made him deduct the sword grid of the broken sword.

But this time, the fifty-eight sword qi were all swept away by the nine-section long whip volley, and even those sword qi that were wrapped around the back were knocked down by the volley.

"Dog breed! Die! ”

The nine-section long whip shook in the air, and it stabbed through the air like a spear, and the skull at the head of the stick spit out a fierce energy, and it was actually going to nail Cui Yuan to death on the spot!

"That's right! You can still fight like this! ”

Cui Yuan's hand broke off the sword and shook, and the thirty-six sword qi twisted into a shield on the spot, protecting his body.

Is the spear stronger? Or is the shield stronger?

"Poof—"

Seeing that the mad monk who seemed to have fallen into the path of Shura was getting closer and closer, Cui Yuan couldn't help but spray a mouthful of blood on the sword.

It's a pity that the moves I just comprehended are not polished, and they are still too immature.

He's probably going to die here today......

"Hum—"

Just when the last sixfold sword qi was about to be broken through by the skeletal long whip, a fiery blade five zhang long pierced the sky.

"Huh? And the evil breath is released? ”

Monk Jing'an, who was about to make up for the final blow, couldn't help but be stunned.

Then, turn around and run.

"Don't run! Keep fighting! ”

Cui Yuan, who stood up, tried his best to hit the sword qi with the broken sword, but those sharp sword qi were all shattered by the nine-section long whip in the distance, and the figure covered in blood only rose and fell in a few seconds, and then disappeared into the street corner in the distance.

This couldn't help but make Cui Yuan feel annoyed for a while, he had just been cornered, and he was about to try to see if he could break through, but the crazy monk ran away.

"Why is this time ...... Ay. ”

Thinking of this, Cui Yuan couldn't help but look in the direction of the blazing fire pillar just now.

That Mr. Du has been in retreat recently, and he has heard about it, and this time he came here to borrow the open space on the side of the old barracks. It's just that the timing of this debugging is really a bit ...... But it's hard to say, what if it's Mr. Du who is mentioning him?

"Could it be that he wants to say that this sword qi can't break through the nine-section long whip because it's too slender?"

Cui Yuan faintly grasped some inspiration, so he hurriedly went back to the house to continue his enlightenment.

And the matter of the crazy monk was also left behind by him.

Although it is a pity that the crazy monk was not able to stay, it would be a good thing if the crazy monk ran away, and then the other party had the ability to fight back.

Just like Du Chengfeng did to him.

In the past, he was the one who was harvested, and those moves he worked so hard to develop brought some inspiration to that Mr. Du at most—and now that he had finally started to harvest others, this couldn't help but make Cui Yuan faintly feel a sense of happiness rise in his heart.

And the Jing'an monk who was running wildly in the distance obviously couldn't know Cui Yuan's careful thoughts, he only knew that he had been deceived again and shamelessly deceived.

So, even though his body was seriously injured, the Jing'an monk rushed to the governor's mansion as soon as possible.

"The Master is back?"

Qian Jin, who had just finished studying the art of Xuanmu with a few handsome students, couldn't help but be stunned after seeing the appearance of the Jing'an monk covered in blood.

"Master, what are you...... I'm going to get someone to heal you! ”

"Don't be merciful."

Monk Jing'an sneered.

"If the monks don't speak, how can you lie to me?"

After that, the nine-section long whip swept over, and it actually swept Qian Jin's waist into two!

"You dog!"

Smelling the smell of blood mixed with fat powder, and looking at Qian Jin's graceful posture that was broken in two but still had wide robes and big sleeves, Monk Jing'an couldn't help but think of the sinister swordsman who wore a broken sword at his waist.

So, the monk Jing'an, who was still angry, recombined the nine-section long whip into a long stick, and beat the corpse of Qian Jin on the ground into a meat paste.

"Phew! Dog breeds! ”

It wasn't until the last stick smashed Qian Jin's head that the Jing'an monk relieved the resentment in his heart a little.

Then, the Jing'an monk snatched a horse and galloped out of the city.

He is just easily deceived, but he is not stupid, not to mention that even a fool knows that he may be able to fight a dozen in the face of one evil qi release, but in the face of two evil qi at the same time, he will definitely not have any chance of winning - instead of dying here in an unexplained battle, he should hurry back to the prime minister's mansion to ask for an explanation, and see if the prime minister was the same as him, and was also deceived by Qian Jin's dog breed.

After all, the Prime Minister, like him, is also a sincere person who can't lie.

As for the beating of the governor of a state......

"Well, let's not mention it."

Monk Jing'an thought about it and made a decision.

If you have to bring it up, it will be more or less difficult for the prime minister, so it is better not to mention the process at all, and just say that Qian Jin's dog is dead.

Just like when he returned to Shizusuji Temple after his first murder.

It's just that unlike the old abbot who was in front of him and behind the scenes, this prime minister is really a sincere person like him.

"With such an honest person as the prime minister, how can this Da Chen not prosper?"

Thinking of the prime minister, Monk Jing'an's heart couldn't help but feel more reverence.

The second update is delivered, good morning everyone, I'll squint for a while to recover my strength, and then continue.

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