"Heh......"

The young man looked at the old monk who looked solemn like the angry King Kong Bodhisattva and sighed lightly, looked up into the distance and saw several old monks with a withered ascetic face and were silent, and the bronze bell between the overlapping ancient cypresses lasted for a long time, no matter how you look at this ancient temple hidden in the deep mountains is a decent party.

"But in the end, you're going to kill me. ”

"No matter what the world thinks, I am a layman who will repay me. ”

The young man whispered something, waved his hand and waved more than three hundred red-clothed and black-armored guards passed through both sides, and the voice fell without looking at the more than 100 warrior monks with dragon and tiger roars, and the python robe raised and strode towards the depths of the temple,

"Besides, there's nothing wrong with being a villain. ”

"Good people in this world always don't live long, in this case, it's better to be the biggest villain in the world and make the bad people in this world tremble, so that those good people can live better, at least in the future, they only have to be afraid of one person. ”

The young man smiled and said with relief.

"Uncle Zhu, practice your hands. ”

"No!"

Zhu Yuankui grinned, the scar on his face extended to the corner of his mouth, and a very ordinary smile showed a bloodthirsty taste and full of anger.

"Raise your shield!"

"Close!"

With the most elite soldiers in the 800 army, against more than 100 warrior monks who have entered the 6th grade, with the addition of Zhu Yuankui, Xu Xian is very relieved, no matter how it is to be advantageous, the so-called Jianghu grade has been weakened to the extreme in the army.

The old-fashioned cool knife in Zhu Yuankui's hand was raised, and four or five hundred great cadres raised their shields and began to move forward, and the remaining more than three hundred people raised their broad-mouthed swords in their hands and swirled around, and the more than 100 warrior monks in the field were facing the fierce killing aura of the battlefield.

"Something is wrong, this is no ordinary soldier!"

"Don't rush into action!"

The monk who was not angry snorted, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead dripping onto the demon vajra, and the soldiers around him really gave too much pressure, and those county soldiers who were encircled and suppressed were simply worlds apart, the cowhide shield was embedded with iron sheets tightly closed together like a copper wall, and a pair of cold eyes behind the big shield did not carry a trace of emotion.

If it is put into the rivers and lakes, two or three third-grade martial artists will enter the battle and they will be sure to leave the other party.

But the soldiers in front of him are different from the people in the rivers and lakes who are brave and ruthless, and when it comes to the kung fu of the array, they are only stronger than their own side, and they are all men with strong blood and martial arts, holding the big shield in their hands calmly without revealing the slightest flaw.

"Hit!"

After the iron shield is closed, the pressure of the warrior monk increases suddenly, and the two sections of the wind and fire stick are poured with copper, which is swift and unmatched, and the tiger and tiger dance are all imprinted on the big shield inlaid with iron.

Zhu Yuankui shouted, and the soldiers in the back of the second row lowered the shield in their hands, stepped on the soles of their boots, and sank suddenly, the latter had already jumped into the air, and the powerful knife slashed down on the head, and the wooden section of the wind and fire stick provoked by several warrior monks was cut off by the waist.

Swaying, the sound of gold and iron resonating on the ground at the front end is endless.

"Sanpin Takeo!"

The monk who is not angry also exclaimed, the momentum of the martial arts who came out of the army is far from being comparable to the people in the rivers and lakes, and now there is no longer hesitation, the monk shows a vacant monk who is not angry and meets the brave Zhu Yuankui head-on.

"Well, that reckless man eats a poor monk's cane!"

With the whistling sound of the wind, the old monk faced Zhu Yuankui who was holding a cool knife, after all, he had the advantage in weapons, and the green bricks under Zhu Yuankui's feet were shattered with this staff, and he retreated again and again, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from his mouth, but it was a killing embryo.

"Fuck it!"

At the moment, the ferocity in the blood was stimulated, and he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and stepped forward again with a loud cry, and at the same time, his eyes flicked, and the lieutenant behind him quickly reacted and waved his right hand.

"Kill!"

The hundreds of soldiers in the second row all lowered their shields into a slope, and the big Qianrui soldiers in the rear jumped up with a wide mouth and broad sword, and swung their swords down to learn the movements of their own commanders.

"Now it seems,"

Smelling the smell of blood wafting through the air, the young man paused,

"General Bai's training has achieved quite good results. ”

The young man in the python robe listened to the dull sound of the sharp weapon entering the flesh behind him and chuckled, walking in the ancient temple without turning back, but he could also imagine the scene behind him.

The soldiers who withdrew into the dragon and tiger formation fought bravely, and if they were slightly physically exhausted, the big shield in the rear would crack a hole, and the soldiers who were recuperated would take over the previous position and continue to fight, like a big grinding disc constantly extinguishing the vitality of this group of warrior monks.

In the field, many big cadres have fallen to the ground, and in the end, these are all warrior monks who have entered the grade, and the front end of the wind and fire stick is inlaid with copper hoops, and a stick smashed on the body is a big hole in the earthen wall, but more are indeed the corpses of warrior monks.

It's not that the strength is weak, it's just that thanks to the cooperation between the great cadres and the sharp soldiers, the technique of battle formation and combined attack has reached the point of perfection, and the soldiers who have been trained with iron and blood on the battlefield have already done the order and prohibited, not to mention that these 800 people are still selected from 100,000 people to select the elite of the elite.

"Dervishes?"

The young man looked at the thin monk who was meditating in the center of the temple and was surprised, the black wrinkled skin faintly visible under the new robe was completely different from the appearance of those monks who had attained the Tao, and he could even be described as having the same face and two flesh, more like those ascetics in the Western Regions who measured the world with their feet.

"It seems that I have practiced exercises such as Bigu. ”

"Looks like it's suppressing something!"

Bai Xiaosheng on the side thought for a moment and then said in a deep voice, looking carefully, there were countless vitality gradually recovering under the thin body, and there was even more qi and blood surging between the chest and abdomen.

They forcibly enter the state of Bigu at the peak of their peak, reducing the consumption of qi and blood, and their own intake of food from the outside world, just like the so-called retreat in the rivers and lakes, but they must always be vigilant, and they cannot enter the state of epiphany that is mysterious and mysterious, and their cultivation is not an inch of progress.

"Repression?"

The young man looked at the old monk in the scene and wondered, in countless legends throughout the ages, Buddhism has been linked to creatures such as demons and monsters, just like the famous monk Fahai in his previous life, who took it as his responsibility to suppress the demons in the world, and he didn't know how many demons and monsters were scared, so Bai Xiaosheng's words didn't surprise him too much.

"Well, it wouldn't be so. ”

Bai Xiaosheng looked at those thin old men with burning eyes.

"Can't think of anything else?"

Bai Xiaosheng nodded, he had walked the rivers and lakes for many years, and he had learned about many rumored secret methods, but at the moment, it was by no means untargeted.

"Looking at it now, the closure of the mountain fifty years ago may be related to this, you must know that Emperor Qing's father is a person who believes in Buddhism, as the best temple in the territory of Daqian is in full swing, but the mountain was suddenly closed, and never revealed half of the news, and never explained, the reason is really puzzling. ”

Bai Xiaosheng peeled off the cocoon and said,

At the same time, the other three wizened monks had already confronted the people under the command of the young man.

East

Dressed in white and holding a long sword, Ximen Fuxue is standing above a large hall, opposite is the abbot's mouth Master Xuande, the two are just facing each other, Ximen Fuxue looked at the thin old man opposite is also surprised, because the speed of recovery of the opposite person is really beyond his imagination,

Without the slightest hesitation, the long sword was raised,

Straight stabs,

The sword is fast,

It's almost to the extreme,

There was a faint sound of breaking the sky,

The cold sword body reflected a cold face,

The tip of the sword kept magnifying in the eyes of the old monk,

"Whoa......

On the south side of the temple, there is a lonely and cold sword intent rising, the wind is blowing on the ground, this is the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, in the fierce wind, there are even many trees with thinner trunks falling down, at the same time, there is a golden light in the sky, Master Xuan Ce folded his hands, and there are countless inscriptions floating in front of him.

When the sword comes out,

The clouds in the sky have broken a hole,

The fine morning sun sprinkled,

The man came from heaven in the west,

The man was like a dream, like a fairy,

When the sword fell, countless towering ancient cypresses fell, and the vertical and horizontal sword qi could be felt from a long distance, and the golden light blooming in mid-air.

Outside the courtyard walls of the West,

There are long and narrow steps, covered with moss, there is a deep Zen feeling from a distance, and there are many carved Buddha statues around, like countless Buddhas in the western sky guarding the temples behind them.

A swordsman wearing a hat and a navy blue robe was silently walking up the steps below, and the hat was pressed very low and it was difficult to see his expression.

silent

It's a dead silence,

It's the chirping of insects that are suppressed,

The murderous aura around him is churning up like a vast ocean, the battle of Beiliang City, the master of the three rings is also from the temple in front of him, speaking of which he also has a share, before the knife he had said a word, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground, but this knife is not only in the hand, not only in the heart, has been carved into the bones, how can it be put down?

Oddly enough,

Every time you take a step up,

The killing intent on his body weakened by a point,

The old monk at the top just silently looked at the swordsman who was climbing the mountain, feeling the weakening killing intent, and the expression on his face became more solemn.

When you reach the end of the long staircase,

There is no half killing intent,

The swordsman looked up and couldn't see any expression,

The eyes are very clear,

Without any emotions, colors, thoughts,

The right hand is empty and the long sleeves are flying,

The knife in his left hand swung forward,

In my last life, there was a man named Badao,

I once taught the return to the sea with a knife and a knife,

Absolute love, absolute love, absolute relatives and friends......

After seven years, the ruthless slash that I realized with a knife is the state of mind of the sword, the absolute mercy and love, and the absolute relatives and friends, and the absolute heaven and earth, the absolute god and the absolute demon, between heaven and earth, there is only my knife's state of mind.

So he killed Badao!

And for him in this world,

Liu Er is his world,

After Liu'er's death, it seems that the whole world has nothing to do with him,

He's more like a lonely soul wandering in the world,

Alone, standing alone, without worry,

The three knives of the nasal passage are more like a secret method born of emotions, and the ruthless slash is indeed a style that the one knife that returns to the sea and realizes after reaching that state of mind, in a sense, the ruthless slash is the strongest knife of the one knife returning to the sea, and it is even stronger than the three knives of the nasal passage after entering the demon.

After Beiliang City walked out of the demon,

Returning to the sea is like changing a person,

By the lonely grave,

In addition to practicing swords, it is practicing swords,

The sense of presence is extremely low,

But it's progressing all the time,

It's even almost past Ximen Blowing Snow and Ye Gucheng,

Yan Shisan had already seen the opportunity to break through from the time Xu Xian used the sword fifteen, and after experiencing the death of thousands of living beings around Bai Qi, he finally comprehended that sword, and he also stepped into the realm of the second grade.

Returning to the sea also stepped into the road of pursuing the second product,

When you fully comprehend this ruthless slash, you can think about it.

......

"Donor, this is from the temple. ”

"There is no way out. ”

The old monk who was sitting on the ground felt the majestic momentum around the temple and said bitterly, it was obvious that the situation in the field was already tilting to the other side, and the appearance of himself and others had not changed in the slightest.

"Hmm!"

The young man nodded, without any intention of saying more, the hundreds of Liangzhou soldiers with bright armor on both sides had already dispersed, bypassing the old monk sitting cross-legged and entering the temple.

"Get out of your sword. ”

The voice fell,

Yan Thirteen, who was dressed in black like ink, had already drawn his sword out of the sheath,

Heaven and earth are all dead,

Not Sword Fifteen,

It is the thirteen swords that kill him, and the old monk in front of him was only half a step and a second grade when he was at his peak, and now his qi and blood have recovered extremely quickly, and he has only maintained the cultivation of the peak of the third grade, and it is not worth that sword.

Thirteen swords of death,

The sword kills you,

Swift as the wind,

The old monk recited the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, and when the sword fell into front of him, the old monk suddenly pushed forward with both hands, and a huge golden bell jar fell from the top of his head.

The Sanskrit text on it is extremely condensed, and it can be seen at a glance that it is far deeper than the skill of the old monk in Huichang Temple, but now Yan Shisan has entered the second grade, and he is still the most lethal sword cultivation in the world, how can he block it?

"Zizi Zi ......"

Sen Ran's dead qi was wrapped around the sword body, and when the sword touched the golden bell jar, the originally condensed Sanskrit instantly dimmed, like a hot knife cutting butter, quickly dissolving.

When the tip of the sword was less than three inches away from the heart of the master of Xuance,

The old monk of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion dressed in cloth has arrived,

It's too late to stop it,

Suddenly biting the tip of his tongue,

The heart sprayed on the Buddhist scriptures in his hand and swung it out with all his might,

The Buddhist scriptures stood in front of the sword,

Countless golden light poured out from the Buddhist scriptures and wrapped the long sword full of life, the Buddhist scriptures were broken, but the long sword still pierced into the heart of the old monk Xuance.

"Donor, you're here!"

The abbot of the green lantern withdrew his gaze from the corpse of the fallen old monk, and looked at the young man wearing a python robe on the opposite side with a cold look between his eyebrows, and sighed softly.