The river wind was fierce, blowing Yang Ye's blood-stained hair with sideburns, and blowing his red silk swaying in the wind.

Yang Mingyu has been secretly pranayama therapy since Yang Ye came, he knows that even if Yang Ye, who has not reached Tongxuan, according to the performance of him and the Gong Gong bus driver just now, it is not far from his own Jiuzhong, not to mention that he looked at Yang Ye who was walking towards him step by step, and that Gong Lao stood still with his back and hands around his back, he already understood that this duel between him and Yang Ye could only be solved by himself. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Luo Cheng had spent so much energy, Yang Mingyu at this time would still have the confidence of Yang Ye in a battle.

"Do you want to feel unfair again? Do you think that you haven't rested yet, and think that if you were in your heyday, you can fight with me? Do you think you can avenge the defeat I took two years ago? But what I want to tell you is that there is so much fairness in this world!" As soon as Yang Ye's words fell, he flew up with an arrow step, so fast, Yang Mingyu and Gong Lao were shocked at the same time, especially that Gong Lao, he and Yang Ye had fought several times in the past two years, and he knew that such a Yang Ye was something he had never seen before.

In just an instant, Yang Ye punched Yang Mingyu away, kicked his saber away, followed in an instant, pinched Yang Mingyu's neck with his left hand, and threw him to the ground, the ground was instantly smashed into a position, Yang Mingyu suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, only to feel that his limbs were pressed by invisible coercion, making him unable to move.

Yang Ye looked at Yang Mingyu, who was strangled to the ground by him, punched him in the face with his right hand, and said: "You tell me fairness? What is fair is that you are the carefree descendant, and I am the sword servant who is trying to make a living? The fair thing is that you can casually read and learn the martial arts of that sect, and the sword intent technique that I have comprehended by myself is a traitorous sect? The fair thing is that my whole family and even the whole village died in vain because of that bullshit official rank and military exploits? You tell me that it is fair? I was full of kindness to this world, but it once gave me half a point?!" Every time he said a word, Yang Ye punched Yang Mingyu on the head, until finally, Yang Ye picked him up, and with the last sentence, the powerful punch and strong wind flew the hammer of Yang Mingyu, and at this moment, the old monk who was walking slowly suddenly appeared behind Yang Mingyu, raised his hand and supported Yang Mingyu's flying body.

"Ahem!" With a cough of blood, Yang Mingyu staggered and stood there under the help of the monk. Yang Mingyu raised his head with difficulty, the corners of his mouth were still flowing with the blood that was beaten by Yang Ye, and said jokingly: "You are just lucky, you got the supreme sword technique, otherwise what qualifications do you have to be here, talk to me about the injustice of the world, I didn't lose to you Yang Ye, I just lost to your good luck." ”

Seeing Yang Mingyu, who was still not admitting defeat at this time, Yang Ye also laughed, pointed his finger at him, and said, "Do you know? The best way to let a person who does not admit defeat is to let him lose again." ”

"Shui Xing, the sword is coming!"

Just as Yang Ye said this, Shui Xing, who was lying next to Luo Cheng's corpse, suddenly came out of the sheath and flew into the air and stopped in front of Yang Ye's side.

Yang Ye, Yang Hualang, he, drew his sword.

I saw that the apricot was originally green all over the body, but there were wisps of black silk lingering around the blade. Gonggong Gong, who was already surprised by Yang Ye's flying sword technique, sighed even more secretly at this time, "Good boy, when I first met you two years ago, I knew that you had accumulated poison in your body, and I also sighed why your kid didn't do it every time he used his true qi, it turned out that he used some means to accumulate the poisonous rhyme, and then burned it to this sword, which is why you haven't pulled out your sword." ”

Yang Mingyu still needs to see any doorways, but Yang Ye's flying sword has already shocked his mind, not to reach the Xuan, but to resist the sword, then you have to go through the way of this sword technique to be more thorough.

"Amitabha, Lao is a walking monk of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, Jing Ming, I am fortunate to have seen a secret weapon kung fu similar to this method in a benefactor surnamed the king of Shuzhong. But what I see now is that the donor uses it on the flying sword, although it is a trick, but it is also a genius. The old monk, who had never spoken a word, warmed up and took two steps forward after seeing Yang Ye draw his sword.

When Yang Ye heard this, he just looked coldly at the old monk who was already in front of Yang Mingyu, and said flatly: "Old monk, I can see that you are here to save Yang Mingyu, so don't talk nonsense, I will use this sword today, let's shoot." ”

The monk did not make any excuses, stood there with his hands and palms, and said lightly: "There are two Qing Gardens in the world, and there is no style of wearing the hall. The three donors who died of their bodies, the old man is willing to recite the Sutra of Death for seven days on the riverside, just ask all the donors to let go of the resentment in their hearts. ”

Since Yang Mingyu saw Yang Ye use the flying sword technique, although he heard that it was a means in the secret weapon technique, his expression also dimmed, he knew that now that he was in this state, the monk in front of him could save him.

Yang Ye listened to the old monk's words, turned his head to look at Luo Cheng's corpse, and muttered in a low voice: "Noise!" After speaking, the whole person flew up, and Shui Xing also flew to the side.

I saw Yang Ye's two fingers in his right hand swinging as a sword, and the sword qi of Shui Xing and the lingering black rhyme were like the sea of clouds churning, and a cyan sword qi with black rhyme shot at the old monk and Yang Mingyu.

The old monk was not busy, still clasped his hands together, and a golden Buddha loomed around him. Yang Ye waved his hands faster and faster, and Shui Xing was like a blue-eyed black dragon around his body, every time the sword qi swung out slashed at the Buddha statue, there would be a clear sound, obviously it was just a sword formed by the void sword qi, and it was obviously the Zen cast by the supreme Buddhism, both of which seemed to be real, mottled and intertwined.

"Put down the butcher's knife and turn back to the shore, donor. The old monk whispered, as if he were reciting a sutra.

When Yang Ye heard this, he suddenly stretched out his hand to hold the flying sword, and the black qi surged, as if holding the head of a dragon, pointed the sword at the old monk, and said: "How do you know what I have experienced? Why do you persuade me to be good! I have a sword, which has not been used since it was poisoned by Shuixing two years ago, and today, I want you to see what it is." ”

"The Buddha doesn't cross me!"

After that, I saw Yang Ye holding his sword like a meteor down, the black gas in the sky was condensed, a solid black dragon, his eyes were shining with blue light, the surrounding sand was flying and rocks, and some stumps on the ground were also bloodied into the air. I saw that the black dragon roared and groaned, and a little green light appeared in the mouth, and when he touched the golden Buddha statue, the old monk's mouth, nose, eyes, ears and seven orifices actually oozes blood, and the shadow of the Buddha statue that has also materialized has also appeared ten thousand cracks.

Yang Ye took advantage of the victory and shouted: "Break it for me!" As the sword intent of his whole body was pumped, he saw that the Buddha statue was instantly shattered and ceased to exist, and the old monk also spit out a mouthful of blood. In just an instant, Yang Ye was already holding the water apricot, the tip of the sword reached the monk's forehead, and the blade of the sword also touched the blood, which shows that if Yang Ye moves forward a little harder, this old monk will really become a Buddha on the ground.

"The donor's sword path is completely self-contained, and I didn't expect it to be... , Haha, it is enough for the old man to be able to see the person who chooses the sky as Uncle Hui Cong said in his lifetime!" The old monk said to himself, but Yang Ye didn't plan to kill anymore. He just turned to Yang Mingyu who was in shock and said, "You'd better take Yang Mutou back to the sect for diagnosis and treatment before I change my mind, but what I want to say is that today's Luo Cheng matter, and some things I need to know, in the future, I will go to Wen Yao Sword Sect to find out." ”

Yang Ye didn't bother to pay attention to them anymore, turned around and put away Shui Xing, and walked towards Nawu Capital with Luo Cheng's corpse in his arms. And Yang Mingyu also seemed to have lost his soul, and after borrowing a carriage from Gong Lao, he took Yang Minghui, who was still unconscious, away. Only Gonggong and the little soldier named Shichang were left, and the old monk sitting on the ground.

"Old Gong, what should we do next?" Shichang, who had been hiding from Gonggong at the beginning, walked out and asked. Gonggong casually pointed to the corpse of a disciple of Wen Yao Sword Sect on the ground and said, "Isn't this the murderer? "Kill someone?" Before Shichang could think about it, he saw that Gong Lao drove the sword with his qi and flew out a sword envoy of a disciple of Wen Yao Sword Sect on the ground, and passed through the monk who was pranayama with his eyes closed.

Shichang looked stunned, but Gong Lao said lightly: "Compared to that little guy's flying sword, it's still far behind, if it weren't for this old bald donkey being so seriously injured, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get close to this little trick." The monk closed his eyes and also sensed the killing intention, but it was a cold chill that made people sluggish for such a moment, and the flying sword passed through his chest, and the monk never thought that he would die in the hands of this Gong Lao, obviously it was that person, notify him to come.

And on a mountain on the edge of Wujing City, Yang Ye buried Luo Cheng and his autumn blade by a stream, looking at the cherry blossoms unique to Wujing around him, Yang Ye was lonely in his heart.

In the evening, Yang Ye, who returned to the Willow Leaf Building in Fireworks Lane, today the boss Liu Jianniang surprisingly did not open the door to do business, and even the guy who ran to greet and the girl who usually lived here did not seem to be there, leaving only Cuiyun and Lotus and herself.

After a while, the two girls brought warm wine and hot dishes, which seemed to have been prepared in advance.

Liu Jianniang looked at the usually unruly boy in front of her, and felt unhappy when she watched him cup after glass, so she directly picked up the wine jug and poured it up, and said softly: "If you want to cry, cry out." ”

The rivers and lakes are good.

That night, in the Liuye Building of Wujing City, someone bent over crying with a pot of warm wine.