After Tianmen Mountain, Li Si chased the old monk for another three days. It also rained for three days, and finally, he stopped the old monk at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

This time he should have arrived first, nothing had happened on Wudang Mountain, and the old monk was empty-handed, and was about to walk towards the mountain, until Li Si stood in front of him.

"It's a rare thing, you're here a lot faster than ever. The old monk chuckled and squinted his eyes, looked at Li Si and said.

The wound on his chest is not yet healed, and his internal qi is difficult to hide and he is still a little impetuous, it seems that the last time the strange old man really left him with a lot of injuries.

"Hmm. Li Si held his sword and answered softly, and the raindrops slid down his sideburns, making him look a little embarrassed.

On the rotten wood sword, the water beads were finely shattered, making the blue-black sword a little darker than before.

"Then are you ready?" the old monk looked at Li Si and asked, the smile on the corner of his mouth did not go, and his hands were folded in front of him.

"But you're going to fight me here for real?"

"Hmm. Li Si replied lightly again, obviously having made a decision.

"That's a shame. The old monk tilted his head helplessly: "The old monk didn't want to kill you so early. ”

"Maybe I killed you?" Li Si finally stopped just answering, but raised his head and looked at the old monk through the rain falling from the sky.

The old monk glanced at Li Si strangely and replied.

"Do you think you can kill me?"

Li Si's martial arts, he should be said to know best. If the two really fight, he thinks he is eighty percent sure that he can win, so he doesn't know where Li Si's confidence comes from.

"Yes. Regarding the old monk's question, Li Si just answered plainly, and did not say anything superfluous.

In fact, at the very beginning, Li Si still had a glimmer of hope for the old monk, because since the old monk left the Minjiang River, he had not killed indiscriminately. Yuan Xie is seeking death by himself, and Liu Hanxing, the secretary of the Ministry of War, is himself a scum of the court. Therefore, in Li Si's view, the old monk may still have a trace of humanity.

But when the strange old man was killed, the last hope he had was extinguished.

He knew that there could be no goodness between him and the old monk.

At the moment, there can only be one result between them, and that is one life and one death.

"That's right. The old monk smiled cruelly: "Then let me see why you killed me." ”

The words fell, the wind and rain broke, and a golden-bodied Buddha appeared at the foot of Wudang Mountain, standing up to the sky, carrying thousands of golden lights, and dumping the mountains and forests.

"Huh!?" In the Wudang Mountain, Zhang Changchen, the head of Wudang who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked sideways down the mountain, feeling a vast majesty coming from there, and his heart palpitated.

He must have sat in a daze for a moment, and then finally sighed deeply and said in a slightly bitter voice.

"Should you come, or is it coming?"

Not only Zhang Changchen, but almost all the disciples of Wudang Mountain felt the aftermath of the sky for the first time.

They gathered with pale faces until Zhang Changchen came out of his house and said to the group of disciples.

"Let's go, come down the hill with me. ”

The disciples looked at each other, endured the fear in their hearts, and followed Zhang Changchen.

At this time, outside the mountain of Wudang Mountain, there are still countless stratus clouds.

At the foot of the mountain, Li Si looked at the old monk in front of him, feeling the internal qi that reverberated between heaven and earth, and did not make a sound.

It wasn't until a moment later that the golden-bodied giant Buddha opened his eyes, and he lowered his head and silently took out a silver needle as thin as a hairy hair from his arms.

Then, without much hesitation, he plunged the silver needle into his neck.

"Thorn!"

With the sound of entering the flesh, the green tendons where the silver needles pierced were entrenched, and Li Si's breathing seemed to be a little heavier. His blood flowed rapidly, filling his limbs, making his skin a pale shade of blood for a moment.

As I said a long time ago, Li Sihui does not have many martial arts, there are only four in total: a set of internal skills, a set of light steps, a secret weapon to hit the acupoints, and a set of empty-handed objects.

And in that set of exercises for hitting acupoints with hidden weapons, what he learned was not hidden weapons, but the theory of acupuncture points and meridians. On one of the pages, there is a set of silver needle puncture methods, which he left for himself, a back hand that fights for his life.

Li Si had never mentioned this matter to the old monk before, because he felt that there was no need to say it, but he didn't expect that he would eventually use this trick on the old monk.

The old monk looked at Li Si's inexplicable actions, and was stunned for a moment.

Then, for the first time, his eyes became horrified.

Because in his eyes, the internal qi on Li Si's body was climbing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. From being inferior to him, to being able to compare with him, to overpowering him, until finally, it rose to a point where even he couldn't help but be frightened.

And this process, from beginning to end, only took a few breaths, and Li Si always stood there calmly, motionless.

"What did you do?" the old monk looked at Li Si in disbelief and couldn't help but ask.

He could feel that at this time, Li Si's body was suppressing an internal qi that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth, as if a giant beast was about to break out of its cage, ready to choose people to devour anytime and anywhere.

He couldn't tell, how many times is this, ten times, dozens of times, or nearly a hundred times of Li Si's original internal qi?

This is no longer the majesty of the world, but a kind of heavenly majesty, which makes people have the illusion that they will disappear in it at any time.

But Li Si didn't answer the monk's question, he just took half a step back unhurriedly and said with difficulty.

"This needle will take me a hundred years of life and repay you for thirty years of kindness. ”

As he spoke, he leaned down and gathered the rotten wood sword at his waist, holding his palm on the hilt.

As he himself said, he exchanged this sword for a hundred years of command, a murderous sword in return.

The internal qi that overflowed from his body stirred up his robe.

The force that was almost as solid as a stream of water twisted the air, vaporizing all the rain around him, turning it into wisps of white mist dragging behind him.

The green tendons that spread from his neck gradually clinged to his face, making him look like a demon and a monster, with a red face.

The Wudang people led by Zhang Changchen walked down from the mountain, saw this scene, and also stood there.

Li Si and they knew it, but what they didn't know was the mighty qi that rushed into the sky like a sharp sword.

"Monk. Li Si lowered his head slightly, and spoke again, the vaporized white mist overflowing from his mouth, half-covering his face.

"You have taken this sword······

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand finally grasped the hilt of the sword.

Suddenly, the wind and rain lost their voices, the sky was colorless, and the mountains and forests were quiet, and there was nothing left.

It wasn't until Li Si pulled out the sword in his hand a little that the light sound of the unsheath broke the silence and clearly fell on everyone's ears.

It was as if there had never been such a clear sound between heaven and earth, accompanied by the magnificent inner qi that broke through the clouds, and the zenith Sanskrit sound in the darkness.

"Bang!" The ground in a radius collapsed an inch downward, and the old monk stood there with difficulty moving, and the shadow of the Buddha behind him was uncertain.

And the rotten wood in Li Si's hand was finally pulled out completely.

"Monk!!" At this time, Li Si, who had remained calm all along, suddenly roared.

I saw that his eyes were red, and the hot energy burned wisps of mist in them, and drifted away in the wind.

"It's a long way to go, go all the way!!" he shouted, wielding the century-old sword in his hand.

The next moment, the clouds and rain scattered in the sky, the woods under the mountain toppled over, the rivers and rivers on the left and right, and the upper and lower sides of the heaven and earth.

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This sword swings away the enmity and hatred, and the clouds break through the dawn and the sky is unknown.

may ask the scriptures of the past life again, why are the wild ghosts not loved.