"Do not think that you are the son of the world, and that you will act without scruples. ”

Chu Heng said coldly.

In the academy, he was defeated by Li Xiu in public, lost face, and cut half of the resources of the Three Saints.

He kept holding his breath in his heart.

Li Xiu looked at him with an indifferent expression, without the slightest fear.

"Bluffing is a lot of redundant moves. ”

He said lightly.

Chu Heng carried his sword, and when he heard this, he sneered and said, "You think I'm bluffing?"

Li Xiu nodded, and said seriously: "You are carrying a sword, but you are walking very slowly, and your body is stained with blood, but you don't dare to kill me, what is it if you are not bluffing?"

There are many people in this world who dare to kill him, whether it is Yin Cao or Changlin, or a desolate man or a snowy field.

But it will never be a person from the Tang Dynasty, it will never be the Three Sages, and it will never be a disciple of the Grass Sage.

Feng Yuxiu lay on the ground, although his bones were broken a lot, but the mockery on his face did not disappear.

In his opinion, Chu Heng was like a clown.

Sensationalism without knowing it.

Holding a sword in his hand, his face was cold and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

But so what?

After all, the sword could only be carried, and he didn't dare to lift it or fall down.

Killing intent can only remain in the eyes and cannot overflow.

The smile on Chu Heng's face disappeared, and his footsteps stopped, but the sword was raised.

If he could only threaten before, then at this moment he really wanted to kill.

Because those eyes are cold, emotionless, and unscrupulous.

At this moment, he left all the external factors such as Tang Guo, Sansheng Zhai, Grass Saint, and Academy behind, and he just wanted to cut off this sword.

That's how hard it is to ride a tiger.

If you take this step, you will never be able to raise your head again.

Li Xiu changed his posture, the flesh and blood on his fingertips had grown, he wiped his hands on his clothes casually, and then sat on the ground and looked at Chu Heng, his eyes were like a small pond in the mountains behind the academy, bottomless.

Chu Heng's sword fell.

Wang Buji sat in the distance, his eyelids moving but not moving.

Because at this moment, a picture scroll flew from a distance, like a white cloud passing by the wind fell on the top of Li Xiu's head, and the golden light emitted from the picture scroll shook the sword that fell head.

It also shook the man with the sword away.

Then the painting fell and landed in front of Li Xiu.

It's not so much a painting as a piece of paper.

The paper is very long and has a drawing of a man on it.

A nice looking person.

Although it is not a country and a city, it is also like a flower.

The person on the painting is familiar, and so is this piece of paper.

Footsteps rang out behind him, and then a figure in monk's robes stood in front of him, bending down to pick up the paper.

That face was very immature, but the face was a little yellow, as if it had walked too much and blown too much wind and frost.

His eyes were beautiful, black and white, calm like a clear pool.

"No quits?"

Li Xiu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

There was also some surprise, he didn't know where the non-ring came from, and he didn't ask, he thought it was just that he would never meet again when he met in Pingshui, and he would never meet again in these three ancient places.

If you don't quit during this time, you should live in Chang'an.

The person in front of him was the little monk he had seen in Saibei at the beginning.

After being surprised, his gaze fell on the piece of paper again, and then he remembered Ananda, a disciple of the Buddha, and remembered the words of the drunken spring breeze, so he couldn't help but lower his head and fell silent.

"Your Highness. ”

A smile appeared on Bujie's face, and he looked very bright.

Chu Heng's body took a few steps back, his long sword trembled, and he almost came out of his hand.

He stabilized his body, looked at the harmless little monk in front of him with some surprise, and showed a look of surprise.

"The donor's killing intent is too strong, it's better to put down the butcher's knife. ”

Bujie first saluted Li Xiu, and then said to Chu Heng.

His hands were folded and he was very calm.

The piece of paper was pinned to his waist and moved with the breeze.

Chu Heng didn't speak, the little monk was very strong.

Have no bottom.

But the most important thing is that the appearance of non-quitting gave him a step.

"His Royal Highness the Prince is naturally fine, but the Changlin Demon must die. ”

Chu Heng took a deep breath, and his feet slammed towards Feng Yuxiu, this sword was different from before, he did not hesitate at all, but did his best, striving to kill with one blow.

This is an iron heart to slap Li Xiu in the face.

But he's fast, and he's faster if he doesn't quit.

I saw that the little monk was covered with golden light, like a Buddhist golden body, and he stopped in front of Feng Yuxiu with one step, and put Chu Heng's sword in the palm of his hand with his hands folded.

Chu Heng is the pinnacle of Chengyi and a disciple of the Grass Sage.

Naturally, it is very strong, even if it is not inferior to the king of Zhou.

But the sword fell into the palms of these hands, but it could not fall in the slightest.

I can't even pull it out with all my might.

"The donor's murderous intent is too heavy, which is contrary to the teachings of the grass saint, please respect yourself. ”

The golden light on Bujie's body disappeared, and the palm of the fold gradually opened, and the sword was naturally pulled out.

Chu Heng's face was ugly, and the long sword cut through the sky, bringing out a little pen and ink, and then the sword and ink were in the air, splashing out the sky full of mountains and rivers.

In the academy, he used a sword and pen and ink, but at this moment, there are thousands of pen and ink, pointing out the mountains and rivers and ravines.

Taking advantage of the natural trend of heaven and earth, all things swung this sword.

He Chu Heng vowed to behead Feng Yu Xiu.

The unquit eyes blinked, as if he didn't understand why he insisted on doing this, but it didn't matter.

He has a friendship with Li Xiu, so he naturally wants to help at this time.

So the little monk was covered with golden light, like a wall of light blocking Yu Xiu behind him, and then took a step forward, and his right hand was folded into a fist and hit straight out.

Thousands of brushstrokes and mountains of ink fell on the golden light and evaporated, and the sword slashed into the fist of the unquit.

There was a dinging sound.

It's like a roar of gold and iron.

The ink is gone, the golden light is gone.

Bujie withdrew his fist and stood there, and there was a broken sword in his depths, shattered into several pieces.

Chu Heng was still standing there, but his legs had sunk into the ground, and blood was still flowing from the sword wound between his chest and abdomen.

This punch shattered the sword and discouraged the heart.

The disciple of the three saints of the three saints.

Unexpectedly, the sword was broken by an unknown little monk.

His body remained in the ground, not rising, or not being able to get up for a short time.

His face was pale and shocked, and his eyes were devoid of energy, and he finally stopped speaking or moving.

Murong Xue in the distance squinted at this scene, her hands in her sleeves clenched, and her knuckles turned white.

She couldn't figure out where Li Xiu met these people.

The young man in the Taoist robe was suffocating.

And now there is another unpredictable little monk.

She took a deep breath, it was especially clear where the Taoist priest came from, but this monk must have come out of the Wuliang Temple.

Looking at the world, except for Wuliang Temple, there is no way to get out of such a young monk.

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