"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha?

Yan Chixia withdrew the flying sword and shouted: "The demon monk messes with the law and has bad intentions!"

He was shocked by the voices of many monks, the flying sword slowed down slightly, and the red-clothed monk on the opposite side had already taken the opportunity to get rid of the shroud of the flying sword and retreat.

The person took out a pair of golden cymbals under the lotus seat, and looked at Yan Chixia with a vigilant face: "Yan Chixia, don't meddle in your affairs! This time I will spare your junior brother's life, and next time I dare to offend the Buddha, I will not show mercy to the Buddha." ”

"Noise!"

Yan Chixia was too lazy to talk nonsense with this demon monk, the flying sword on her waist shot again, and slashed at the red-clothed monk opposite, he was a sword cultivator, what he wanted was to kill decisively, never drag mud and water, at this time, in the face of the evil methods of this red-clothed monk, Yan Chixia was still just a sword to break it.

A few days ago, he chased and killed the thousand-year-old tree demon known as Grandma, and chased it all the way to the extreme west, only then did he use the white tiger essence to turn into a flying sword and completely strangle the thousand-year-old tree demon.

This battle was the most difficult battle he had been cultivating for many years, and it was also the battle he gained the most.

In this battle, he was slowly made up, and in the repeated pursuit and killing battles, he corrected these shortcomings little by little, so that his spirit and spirit reached the most complete state, and after killing the tree demon, he broke through the previous realm and truly became a sword immortal in the world.

After he killed the tree demon, he received Zhuge Wolong's call for help thousands of miles away, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, carrying the momentum of killing the tree demon, driving the flying sword, breaking through the sky, turning around on the Black Devil Mountain, and after sensing Ning Caichen's breath, he quickly came to the rescue.

This red-clothed monk's cultivation is extremely high, if it is Yan Chixia's cultivation before she meets Li Xiake, he may not be his opponent, but during this time, he was first ordered by Li Xiake, and then chased and killed the tree demon, made up for the shortcomings, broke through the current realm, and now with the power of victory, his combat power has reached the peak state of his life, and the flying sword in his hand is like an arm, doing whatever he wants, it is really unprecedented and enjoyable.

At this time, seeing that the demon monk was verbose, Yan Chixia was too lazy to be verbose, and directly took out the sword, and if she could fight it, she couldn't beat it, and she couldn't beat it.

Therefore, in the cultivation world, the high number of sword cultivation is the most headache, these people not only have the power of attack and killing, far surpassing their peers, but even the speed of escape is rarely matched. If you can fight, you can fight, and if you can't fight, you can run, this is the most basic fighting method of sword cultivation, and it is deeply feared by fellow practitioners.

Now Yan Chixia is like this, when the flying sword slashed at the red-clothed old monk, her divine sense had already transmitted and informed Ning Caichen: "Don't you want to leave?

Ning Caichen woke up like a dream, sneakily glanced around, picked up Fu Tianqiu, and ran out quickly.

Bang!

Yan Chixia slashed out the flying sword, and the red-clothed monk on the opposite side shouted, the two pieces of golden cymbals in his hands suddenly closed, and the flying sword was directly stuck into the space of the golden cymbals, laughing: "This is the golden cymbal refined by the old monk with the golden body of the ninth monk, nothing is collected, Yan Chixia, no matter how powerful your flying sword is, it is impossible to escape!"

Yan Chixia snorted coldly: "Really?"

After this cold snort, the golden cymbal in the hand of the red-clothed old monk suddenly trembled wildly, and a large bag visible to the naked eye bulged on it, which kept floating and disappearing on the surface of the golden cymbal, and the loud sound of "clang" came from inside, and the red-clothed old monk was churning with blood and blood, and it was difficult to grasp it with both hands, so he had to throw the golden cymbal down.

Boom!

The golden cymbals hung in the air, like headless flies, flying wildly, and the old monk in red couldn't control it, seeing the golden cymbals rapidly grow in size, turning into the size of a house, spinning and slashing at the many monks who kept chanting behind him.

"Puff puff!"

Along the way, the monks couldn't dodge, and they were all cut in two by the golden cymbals.

"Here comes the sword!"

Yan Chixia let out a loud shout, and the two closed golden cymbals swelled rapidly again, emitting a dazzling light, and exploded violently.

A sword light flew out from the shattered golden cymbal fragments and fell into Yan Chixia's hand, the halo flowed, like water waves, it was his flying sword.

"I just got the White Tiger Essence Nourishment Flying Sword from the Far West, don't say that your golden cymbal is refined by the golden body of the ninth bhikshu, even the golden body of the ninth Buddha, and it may not be able to trap it!"

Yan Chixia looked at the red-clothed old monk in front of her, and shouted clearly: "After fighting for a long time, I don't know who you are, great monk, what do you call it?"

There were still remnants of disciples behind the red-clothed old monk, and when he heard this, he shouted: "This is the old Buddha of Pudu Cihang, you bandit, dare to rush into the national teacher, the sin is unforgivable! If you don't surrender quickly, when will you wait?"

"You are the national teacher of the troubled dynasty?"

Yan Chixia said with a smile: "I heard that today's national teacher is bewitching the king of people, for the sake of calamity, and the sins are heavy, I wanted to investigate it myself, but there have been a lot of things recently, and I can't pull away, I never thought that I would encounter it today!

Yan Chixia Flying Sword shot again: "Go die!"

At this time, Pudu Cihang had already seen the power of Yan Chixia, the sword immortal of the world, and did not dare to fight with him anymore, and the nine-petal lotus flower of the lotus throne under him suddenly expanded and closed, wrapping it in the flower bones, turning into a red light, and flying towards the Black Devil Mountain not far away.

This red lotus bone was constantly bleeding under the wear and tear of the flying sword, and the blood marks on it were extinguished as they came out, Yan Chixia's flying sword was difficult to cut for a while, and he was seen flying towards the Black Demon Mountain.

"Caichen, this Pudu Cihang leaves, the rest of the monks don't have to worry, I will chase this demon monk first, and the remaining monks will be handed over to you!"

As he spoke, his eyes looked at Fu Tianqiu, who was sluggish, and he shouted softly, "Don't wake up yet!"

After a light drink, it suddenly turned into sword light, went straight into the Black Devil Mountain in the distance, and chased towards Pudu Cihang.

Fu Tianqiu's body was shocked, his eyes opened suddenly, his face showed a confused look, he glanced around, only then did he remember where he was, and asked Ning Caichen in a low voice: "Caichen, what happened to me just now?"

Ning Caichen drew his sword in his hand and said, "Master Fu, you stand back first, I will meet these demon monks for a while!"

Yan Chixia flew with swords in his hand just now, all of them were quite broken sword fairy style, Ning Caichen's face was red and his heart was beating with envy, and he hated to replace him with his body, and he also became a peerless sword immortal who slayed demons and eliminated demons.

At this time, Pudu Cihang had fled, and the remaining monks were also killed by the golden cymbals just now, although there were still a lot of people, but after all, they were a lot weaker, Ning Caichen was when his heart was agitated, and he burst out with pride, regardless of how many people on the other side were few, he shouted loudly, went straight with his sword, and rushed into these monks.

Since Pudu Cihang fled, these monks on the opposite side were all sluggish, and in the face of Ning Caichen, a group of monks had blank faces, and they didn't dodge or dodge, allowing Ning Caichen to swing his sword and kill, like a bundle of straw, being harvested silently, without even a scream.

Only a few red-clothed monks in the distance saw that the situation was not good, turned around and fled, leaving behind hundreds of monks with blank expressions and dull eyes.

After Ning Caichen killed a few monks, he already realized that something was wrong, he put away his long sword, looked at the monks in front of him, and found that they still maintained their original posture, their chests rose and fell slightly, like living people, but there was no longer a living breath on their bodies, and it seemed to be just an empty shell of a living human body.