Although Xuantong didn't care about vulgar etiquette, Xu Yang's Tongshen Sword had already won his favor, and at this time, he also took advantage of the short interval before making his hand to reply unhurriedly.

"The poor monk's law is called Xuantong. ”

Then, he had already made a move.

At this time, he is already at his peak, and if he delays any longer, his whole person will no longer be in the best state.

In this way, not only is it not good for the battle, but it is also extremely disrespectful to the opponent.

The best form is naturally reserved for the most respectable opponents.

This is the dignity of a warrior.

Xu Yang saw the short stick attack at this time, but the stick moves were extremely ordinary, and there were no fancy tricks.

It's a straight stick, and the head is struck, and the speed doesn't seem fast or slow, it's just normal.

But Xu Yang knew that in fact, the speed of this stick was already extremely fast.

It's just that it's too fast, beyond the limit of what the eye can see, so it seems ordinary.

What can be seen is actually only the afterimage left by the stick before.

It was also the first time for Xu Yang to encounter such a powerful enemy and such a terrifying stick.

Since this is the case, he simply closed his eyes and pointed out a sword out of thin air according to the feeling in his heart.

It was also the first time that Xuantong had seen the enemy dare to close his eyes in front of his move.

But instead, he secretly praised it in his heart.

The five senses cannot be relied on, and the five senses cannot be trusted.

In this world, when it comes to speed, what is the fastest?

Sound, thunder and lightning, or hurricane?

Neither.

In this world, when it comes to speed, what is faster than the human heart?

Xu Yang closed his eyes and stabbed him with a sword, and he had no confidence in his heart.

He had never encountered such a terrifying martial art.

Even more so than anyone he had ever seen.

It deserves to be Shaolin.

The world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, and this is the first time that Xu Yang has a deep awareness of this sentence.

He, in turn, was even angrier.

If the Shaolin faction had the slightest conscience and used such a master to deal with the Demon Sect, Heimu Cliff would have been destroyed long ago.

Not to mention that the East is undefeated and invincible in the world, when he encounters three or five masters like the fat monk in front of him, he also has to kneel.

He closed his eyes and stabbed his sword as he wished, and then he said no more, just waiting for the result.

This is a sword that separates the winner from the loser, but it is not a sword that determines life and death.

Because he didn't feel half murderous from this short stick or the fat monk in front of him.

In other words, the enemy on the other side did not kill him at all.

This is also the decisive factor for Xu Yang to calmly face victory and defeat.

If the opposite side was the murderous Dongfang undefeated, he would have run away a long time ago.

With a sword stab, time seemed to stand still.

And Xuantong hit it with a stick, and he himself couldn't control the ending.

Seeing Xu Yang draw his sword, he also closed his eyes.

The two blades, as if they had spent thousands of years in peace, had been tempered by wind, frost, snow and rain, and had trillions of years of residual light, and they finally met in the air.

At this moment, there was no sound of gold and iron resonating when ordinary blades touched, and the two blades were silent as soon as they met.

In his ears, it was like a spring rain, and when everything was sprinkled, Xu Yang smiled and experienced this wonderful feeling.

Xuantong heard the Buddha's whispering, which seemed to contain extremely profound and mysterious Buddhist principles.

It's just that it seems to be a little far away, and he can't hear it clearly.

Xuantong took a small half step forward uncontrollably.

Then he stopped.

Because, the sound of the Buddha is no longer there.

At this time, the huge energy contained in the contact of the blades really exploded.

A huge force struck,

The two of them were like thunder, and they immediately retreated more than ten steps in a row.

In the middle, a huge crater has appeared.

At this time, the Qing Jue Sword was already torn all over its body, and began to fall down with scattered fragments.

Soon, Qing Jue had become a broken sword, and the oblique sword body was only one foot and three inches long.

The jujube sticks are safe and sound, still as ordinary and wooden as ever.

But Hyun informs that the stick is gone.

Because he mustered up all his strength, he couldn't even input half a cent of internal strength to enter.

Xuantong opened his eyes and smiled, but in the laughter, there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

The half-step he took just now was the half-step that decided the victory or defeat.

The martial arts of both of them are close to the limit of this world.

However, Xu Yang is obviously more adaptable.

He was not fooled, and Xuantong lost this half a step.

The outburst of energy that was too terrifying made him hurt even more.

So much so that a mouthful of blood could not be held back.

Xu Yang didn't seem to have any problems.

"Good boy, actually ...... actually won the poor monk. Although defeated, Xuantong's mentality did not seem to be affected, but instead laughed and asked, "What's your name?"

Xu Yang also opened his eyes and smiled slightly.

Others can't see it, he knows the condition of his body.

His injuries are not visible on the surface, but in fact, he is more seriously injured than Xuantong.

Xuantong's internal strength was enough to maintain his safety, and if he hadn't taken that half a step too far, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been injured.

And although he didn't move, his internal strength was much weaker, causing his body to face Fang Cai's explosion.

Fortunately.

He's got a golden finger, he's got healing.

After a few healing techniques, he poured a few top-grade pills into his hands, and at this time, his injuries were already ninety percent better, and he was basically fine.

But the whole process of being injured has been experienced by Xu Yang himself.

Just one word,

It hurts.

Holding back the discomfort left by the severe pain on his body, Xu Yang reluctantly smiled: "Junior Huashan Lin Pingzhi." ”

"What a Lin Pingzhi!" Xuantong also forced a reluctant smile: "You have such martial arts, the world can be leveled!"

With that, he slowly turned back and headed west.

"Where is the master?" asked Xu Yang.

At this moment, he only had respect for Xuantong.

Because he can be regarded as the second martial idiot Xu Yang has seen since he came to this world.

The first one is naturally the predecessor of the Huashan faction, and the wind is clear.

This kind of person doesn't care about external things, and the only thing he pursues is the essence of martial arts.

If it weren't for the golden finger with him, Xu Yang would have actually lost this battle.

But he wasn't discouraged, because he was young.

Goldfinger, this is also part of the strength.

Xuantong stopped, his face regained his playful expression, and he didn't look back.

"The poor monk wants to go to the Western Regions to have a look, and I heard that there are masters over there. ”

Xu Yang looked at him silently and said no more.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the dust on the ground and filling the heavens and the earth.

Xuantong walked away in the dust of this sky, until he was no longer seen.

............

Zuo Lengchan is still on the run.

He couldn't think.

All he knew was how far he could run.

Zuo Lengchan clearly felt a murderous aura like substance, far thicker and more ruthless than the white-clothed young man before, getting closer and closer.

Fortunately, there is a gathering place for Shaolin monks in front, except for the woodcutters and fishermen who were stationed outside in the past, most of the rest of the people are waiting in this hut.

They have to work shifts and cultivate, a small Huashan faction is really not taken into account by them, and it is enough to arrange a few people to patrol the surroundings every day.

Escaping to that hut, Zuo Lengchan can be regarded as escaping from Shengtian.

Eight hundred steps...... 500 steps...... 300 steps...... One hundred steps......

The outline of the hut could already be seen in the distance, and Zuo Lengchan was temporarily relieved.

Even if the enemy arrived at this time, the distance of less than 100 steps was enough for the Shaolin monks to come to the rescue.

Sure enough, no enemy had ever appeared until the moment he stepped into the hut.

That's it, escaped?

Zuo Lengchan's mind was a little complicated, and even a little unbelievable.

However, he stepped into the hut with this foot, and his heart was hung again.

Not only that, but just one glance made him feel chills all over his body.

Because, the scene that appeared in front of me was so bloody.

It reminded him of that night of blood and fire again.

The night of the fall of the Songshan faction.

The only difference is that this time there is no fire, only blood.

There is not much blood, and there is only a little blood on the body of each monk.

All of them appear at the center of their eyebrows.

If it weren't for Zuo Lengchan's astonishingly sharp eyes, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.

A room full of dead bodies.

A room full of dead bodies of Shaolin monks.

What does this mean?

Zuo Lengchan turned around slowly, and sure enough, behind him, there was a man in white standing.

The night breeze blew the white shirt, as neat and clean as ever.

It's even cleaner than that night when I was in Songshan.

Zuo Lengchan opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound.

He came this time to take revenge.

But when he saw his greatest enemy, he no longer even had the courage to draw his sword.

What is this?

His body stiffened, his mind stagnated, he wanted revenge, he wanted to live more.

But these two points, obviously, he can't do it at all.

So, he wanted to draw his sword.

Yue Buqun didn't give him any chance.

The ghostly figure flashed.

Zuo Lengchan was already frozen.

There was a small cinnabar mark between his eyebrows, red like fire.

However, life has moved away from Zuo Lengzen's body.

Before he died, his last impression was that he actually died on a needle.

One, ordinary, sewing needle.

Yue Buqun took one last look at this former enemy, and there was no joy after the victory.

On the contrary, there was sadness in his eyes.

If this person hadn't pressed too hard, he might not have stolen his apprentice's family heirloom sword book.

If that were the case, he wouldn't be the man he is now.

This is fate.

Yue Buqun stepped over Zuo Lengchan's corpse.

As he walked away, a fire broke out in the cabin.

Built to last.

Xu Yang looked at the flame from afar, knowing that he was late.

Fortunately, he really couldn't kill all these monks of Shaolin Temple.

It's not that he chose to let these people go because he admired Xuantong.

He just thinks that these people are just tools.

As for Zuo Lengzen?

On the night he escaped from the Songshan faction alone, he was already dead.

Today, it's just the last step of the process.

In the distance, Yue Buqun walked slowly.

The steps are solid and dignified, but the hands are defenseless.

Xu Yang sighed and walked up head-on.

The two looked at each other, but they both smiled again.

"It's time to knock them on last time. Xu Yang said.

Yue Buqun said calmly: "It's just you and me, it's not enough." ”

"What if you add my father-in-law, eldest brother Xiang, and senior brother?" asked Xu Yang with a smile.

Yue Buqun raised his eyebrows.

"Yes!"