Receiving Pei Wen's thunderous blow head-on, the sword-wielding man was actually not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

Since this person was defeated at the hands of Zhao Ying, and even suffered the humiliation of having his ears broken, he was unwilling to devote himself to the flesh-and-blood battlefield in the north, wandering on the edge of life and death all day long to temper himself. And in the years of fighting with demons, men also have some adventures, and got some natural treasures that nourish the body, and then found many cultivation secrets for this, so the strength of the man's body is not inferior to the pure martial arts of the same realm, which is also the reason why the man is hard to receive this thunderous blow.

It's just that to the man's surprise, the power of this blow is far beyond his imagination, and he feels a little bad at the moment when the two swords are struck, and he feels as if he is facing a falling mountain, and it seems that he has no power to fight back at all. In horror, he hurriedly unloaded most of his strength with the secret method, but he still involuntarily retreated a few steps, and suddenly left a row of footprints deep in the ground that were deep in the earth. And after the man finally stopped, he couldn't help but feel his hands numb, his chest was stuffy for a while, and when he looked up at Pei Wen again, his expression was already much more solemn.

The two of them looked at each other from afar, and the vigilance in their hearts had risen to the peak, but they were a little ready to move, and it seemed that they would fight again in the next moment.

When Pei Wen was fighting against the man, Zhao Ying was not idle, placed Li Si in his hand, and walked forward a few steps in a leisurely manner, but he happened to stop not far from Pei Wen's side, echoing his thoughts and blocking the possibility of the other two taking the opportunity to sneak attack.

As Zhao Ying slowly stopped, the figure of the mysterious person on the right side gradually faded, as if a shadow disappeared in place. Zhao Ying's eyes narrowed slightly, and he only felt a sense of crisis lurking around him, but he was even more sure that this person had never seen it before, but this strange method made Zhao Ying feel a sense of familiarity, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.

When this mysterious person disappeared out of thin air and waited for an opportunity to move, the scarred man in monk's robe folded his hands together and slowly spoke: "Amitabha, I haven't seen Lord Zhao for a long time, but his demeanor is much worse, and the poor monk really admires it." The voice was low, as if it had a breathtaking power.

Zhao Ying seemed to be a little absent-minded at this time, and refused to look at the man, but instead looked at Pei Wenhe and the sword-wielding man, and only after a while did he say lightly with an expressionless face: "What do you admire me for, is it that you flower monk was stupid by my sword, and even his taste has become heavier?" ”

The scar monk was ignored by Zhao Ying and laughed like this, but he was not annoyed at all, but stared straight at Zhao Ying with a slight smile, and his eyes became much brighter, and he said softly: "The poor monk is naturally not as chic as Zhao Shizhu, and Zhao Shizhu's high combat power is really heartbreaking." The poor monk came here to thank the donor for the grace of a sword, and cut off many dust and evil obstacles for me, and got rid of the sea of red dust and suffering. After a slight pause, he sighed with some emotion and said: "It's just that the poor monk's understanding is too poor, and it is difficult to see the truth in the sky. After all, it is necessary to tie the bell to the bell person, and ask Zhao Shizhu to cut off the three thousand troubles for me, and the poor monk is just asking for a big freedom. ”

As the scar monk slowly spoke, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and these words seemed to enter Zhao Ying's mind with a strange power, and Zhao Ying actually felt a little dazed and drowsy.

The monk's eyes were so bright at this time that they faintly shone with a dazzling light. Seeing that Zhao Ying was a little drowsy, the smile on the monk's face was even more obvious, and the corners of his mouth grinned in an extremely exaggerated arc, which was intertwined with the hideous scar to give people a strange and terrifying feeling. I only heard the monk's voice gradually become softer, as if he was afraid of waking up the drowsy Zhao Ying, but he raised his voice fiercely and said with a hint of crazy smile: "If Lord Zhao Shi is unwilling to condescend, the poor monk actually has another way." Since I can't cut off the three thousand troubles, I will cut off the person who brought me the three thousand troubles, do you think it's good?"

As these words fell, the monk's hair, which was originally scattered behind him, fluttered violently, as if it had suddenly come to life, and the snake meandered forward, turning into a black tide, and countless terrifying illusions were faintly seen mixed with it and surged towards Zhao Ying, almost instantly enveloping Zhao Ying. There was an unnatural flush on the monk's face, his eyes were filled with excitement and madness, and at the same time, his hands were put together violently, and his forehead instantly became bruised, and the originally smiling expression became extremely hideous.

After the monk's action, the black cocoon formed by Zhao Ying's hair tightened violently, and even emitted a faint burst of black smoke, which slightly distorted the air around him.

"Ah~~" With a soft sound, a slender crack suddenly appeared in this black cocoon, and then a dazzling white sword light came out. And as this sword light flashed, the black cocoon was split into two, Zhao Ying walked out slowly and unhurriedly, glanced at the broken hair with a faint black smoke, frowned lightly and said, "Your hair hasn't been washed for a long time, it stinks." ”

This is naturally a joke, in fact, although these black smoke look extremely faint, it is refined by the most ferocious resentment with secret methods, it is really vicious and filthy to the extreme, and the magic weapon of the flesh is extremely specialized, even the natal sword of sword cultivation can be defiled, so even Zhao Ying does not dare to easily contaminate the slightest. And these grievances were also collected by the monks on that flesh-and-blood battlefield for many years, from the strong demons who died in battle. It was on that battlefield that the monk and the sword-wielding man met, and this time they came together with the same goal to seek revenge.

Not only is it the faint black smoke that has been cultivated by this resentful qi, but even the severed hair is also extremely weird, as if it is slowly squirming like life, and then it actually reunites and continues, floating in the air wantonly, Zhao Ying can't help but shrink his pupils when he sees this, and he feels quite troublesome.

What made Zhao Ying feel a little troublesome was not only the methods of this extremely strange-looking monk, but also the mysterious man who was watching in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity. Therefore, Zhao Ying pretended to be bewitched by the monk at the beginning, and even risked his life to be besieged, in order to hope to lure the mysterious man to make a move, the sword light that broke through the black cocoon was actually originally reserved for the mysterious man, after all, compared with the monk, the unknown danger is actually more terrifying. Even though the mysterious man had never made a move from beginning to end, Zhao Ying had a faint hunch that the mysterious man might be the most difficult one to deal with.

And when Zhao Ying was thinking about it, Pei Wen over there had already fought with the sword-wielding man again, and it turned out to be an extremely fierce fighting style, and for a while, the sword qi was full of energy, and the exchanges and shocks were endless, and there was a feeling of shaking the mountains.

As if seeing that Zhao Ying had some concerns, the monk lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's horn softly, and then a strange fluctuation gradually diffused in the field. Those strands of hair floating in the air suddenly became extremely excited, and the black smoke on his body became a little thicker, and he could faintly hear some roars like living creatures, and then they quickly wrapped around Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying's face couldn't help but be a little dignified, and he turned his fingers into a sword, with a faint sword light on his fingertips, as if he wanted to cut it off again. It's just that when he was about to make a move, his expression changed slightly, and there was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

At the same time, a faint shadow quietly appeared, it was the mysterious person who had disappeared. But it was not to take the opportunity to sneak attack Zhao Ying, but to choose Li Si, who was placed aside, to make a bold move, the timing was just right, it happened to be the moment when Pei Wen was in the middle of the battle, and Zhao Ying was about to make a move.

Although Zhao Ying never expected that these people who were carried away by hatred would have any shame, Zhao Ying was still angry in his heart when someone attacked Li Hei who had almost no power to fight back with such a shameless sneak attack.

He even risked his life to be besieged, in the hope of luring the mysterious man to make a move, the sword light that broke through the black cocoon was actually reserved for the mysterious man, after all, compared with the monk, the unknown danger is actually more terrifying. Even though the mysterious man had never made a move from beginning to end, Zhao Ying had a faint hunch that the mysterious man might be the most difficult one to deal with.

And when Zhao Ying was thinking about it, Pei Wen over there had already fought with the sword-wielding man again, and it turned out to be an extremely fierce fighting style, and for a while, the sword qi was full of energy, and the exchanges and shocks were endless, and there was a feeling of shaking the mountains.

As if seeing that Zhao Ying had some concerns, the monk lowered his head and chanted the Buddha's horn softly, and then a strange fluctuation gradually diffused in the field. Those strands of hair floating in the air suddenly became extremely excited, and the black smoke on his body became a little thicker, and he could faintly hear some roars like living creatures, and then they quickly wrapped around Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying's face couldn't help but be a little dignified, and he turned his fingers into a sword, with a faint sword light on his fingertips, as if he wanted to cut it off again. It's just that when he was about to make a move, his expression changed slightly, and there was a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

At the same time, a faint shadow quietly appeared, it was the mysterious person who had disappeared. But it was not to take the opportunity to sneak attack Zhao Ying, but to choose Li Si, who was placed aside, to make a bold move, the timing was just right, it happened to be the moment when Pei Wen was in the middle of the battle, and Zhao Ying was about to make a move.

Although Zhao Ying never expected that these people who were carried away by hatred would have any shame, Zhao Ying was still angry in his heart when someone attacked Li Hei who had almost no power to fight back with such a shameless sneak attack.