The Sword Pavilion Road was crowded with people.

There was a shocking shadow, breaking through the crowd, and the murderous aura was approaching in front of him.

Even if they didn't understand what it was, everyone present understood that it wasn't good.

Hu Buxi quickly pulled out the sword, but the Luo Shen Sword was unsheathed one step earlier.

Zhao Wu'an's white clothes shook up, and he flew out from the narrow plank road, and Su Musha and the Bodhisattva Man held it in their hands. After all, it was in the Sword Pavilion Road, where people came and went, and this time the opponent was unknown, and with Zhao Wu'an's caution, of course, he would not rashly show his flying sword skills here.

The two sides are rapidly approaching.

By the time the distance was shortened to ten zhang, the killing intent in the face had become almost suffocating. Zhao Wu'an shouted: "Take care of the rest of the people!"

You don't have to think about it to know who it's talking to.

As soon as Dai Lou Duyun's long sleeves were rolled, a bright red butterfly blade appeared in his left hand.

Hu Buxi stood at the back of the crowd and raised his knife to his eyebrows.

The plank road is long and narrow, and the top and bottom are like flat cliffs, and with these two people guarding one after the other, the safety of Duan Taoli and the An family in the team can also be guaranteed.

Then Zhao Wu'an needs to concentrate on solving it, and the only thing in front of him is the strange man in front of him.

A few breaths passed in a flash, and the distance was only three feet. Zhao Wu'an also saw the man's face clearly.

He was stunned. This face seems to have been seen somewhere, but for a while I can't remember it.

But the footsteps of the visitors did not stop, and there was not even the slightest change in their eyes.

In an instant, there was only one foot left, and it was enough distance to shoot.

Zhao Wu'an suddenly paused, and the aura around his body swept wildly, all of which gathered to the tips of the twin swords in his hands.

The long knife was raised high, and it slashed down with lightning speed.

Mountains!

Zhao Wu'an recognized the knife first, and his eyes were shocked.

"My Liu family has seven treasure knives, opening mountains and breaking seas, winning and slashing Hong, biting the sun and passing the moon, and the sword on my waist is a returnee. ”

However, with a momentary tremor, Zhao Wu'an also quickly recalled that face, and said in surprise for a while: "Are you Liu Zhilei!?"

The other party did not answer his words, and the long knife slashed down on the head. Zhao Wu'an hurriedly raised his sword to block, but the qi was no longer condensed.

The giant blade wrapped in the momentum of the tide took the opportunity to take the lead, and the momentum was like a bamboo, and in a blink of an eye, it smashed the protective strength that Zhao Wu'an had laid out when he was in a hurry, and the remaining strength was even more long-lasting, even if Zhao Wu'an had already taken half a step back in advance, he still couldn't avoid it, and was hit in the chest by the residual sword qi.

The fight was only a moment, but he had already made a move. Zhao Wu'an stepped back to offset the huge momentum brought by the mountain opening knife, and opened a distance of nearly three zhang, his throat was sweet.

The victory or defeat of this move was clearly seen by Dai Lou Duyun and Hu Buxi, who were standing behind. The two of them narrowed their eyes at that time.

Zhao Wu'an is already a first-class master, and on this river and lake, the people who can be injured by him as soon as they fight can be counted on two hands.

But the green-skinned monster in front of him is obviously not a first-class realm, how could he make Zhao Wu'an so deflated after just one move?

There is a question in my mind, but I don't have a chance to ask it. The cyan stranger's second knife immediately slashed again, and the momentum sank vigorously, like an axe to open a mountain.

Zhao Wu'an was already convinced of his judgment. The mountain opening knife, the face of Liu Zhilei, and the Liu family knife technique that he had briefly learned in the bamboo forest of Liuye Villa.

At that time, Liu Zhilei was holding a sun knife in his hand, although it was larger, the blade was more refined than Kaishan, and the moves made were not much different, the same was a straight slash on the head, it didn't matter if the split was in the middle or not, as long as the essence of the knife contained in the knife could be sent to the other party, half of the battle would be won.

However, at that time, Liu Zhilei was carrying three knives, and the switch between light and heavy knives was also smooth, and the whole process of the competition was carefully controlled, like a seasoned hunter, who easily forced the prey into the trap he had prepared long ago.

And today, Liu Zhilei on the Sword Pavilion Road, there must have been some unexpected changes on his body, and his whole body has become the same color as the green ghost under the ancient tomb of Qingdi Township, not to mention it, and his eyes are very different from the past.

In the past, Liu Zhulei would never slash at you from afar without asking questions.

The second knife was already close in front of him, Zhao Wu'an raised the strength in his chest and condensed it in his hands, raised his sword to block, and his body was on one side, narrowly avoiding Liu Zhilei's blade.

The plank road was narrow, and the two stood opposite each other, and Zhao Wu'an's heels had already reached the edge of the plank.

An inch outward, there is an abyss.

Zhao Wu'an hurriedly retracted his posture and snatched into Liu Zhilei's chest, intending to force him back.

Unexpectedly, Liu Zhilei not only did not retreat, but slashed at Zhao Wu'an more fiercely, and did not defend the large flaws in his chest.

This surprised Zhao Wu'an again, and he hurriedly put away his sword and continued to dodge. He had no intention of hurting Liu Zhilei, and this move was just a temptation.

And the results of the temptation are also obvious. The Liu stop thunder in front of him was obviously under the control of others.

His eyes are indifferent, his complexion is weird, and his shots are even more ruthless, like marionettes.

And in just a few breaths, Zhao Wu'an couldn't find the hidden puppeteer from the crowd, so he could only continue to maneuver with Liu Zhilei on the narrow plank road. The sword is merciless and kills instantly.

Life and death, but the difference between the top of the dangerous peak.

Just as Zhao Wu'an was looking for an opportunity to get out of the cold sweat, a figure suddenly jumped down from the Sword Gate Guantian Stone.

The robe trembled, unfurled like a phoenix, slowly falling from the nine heavens.

The long sound of Buddha resounded through the world.

"If the ten directions come, hold this mantra. Surrender the demons and suppress the outer ways. ”

Zhao Wu'an vaguely caught a glimpse of the golden light flashing in the Buddha's palm.

On this day, the Ankang monk, who had been sitting on the Guantian Stone of the Sword Pavilion for 14 years, jumped down and destroyed the demons for the wish of the health of the mountains and rivers.

The huge power of wish condensed in the monk's palm in a way that even Zhao Wu'an couldn't really see, and the bright red robe shook in the wind, accompanied by a majestic qi.

For a while, the tide of the four seas is born, like the rising sun.

The Ankang monk knots the Donkey Kong seal in his hand.

The vast qi machine turned into a huge palm in an instant, and slammed down on the crowded crowd on the plank road.

There was a commotion from the crowd.

But the palm came so quickly that almost no one could escape from it. And before most people could react, the golden light had already overwhelmed the crowd.

Zhao Wu'an's front was suddenly full of golden light, and the roaring waves of qi in his face blew his hair, and Liu Zhilei's hand holding the knife also condensed at that time.

Ankang monk stood indifferently at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, his eyebrows lowered, and his palms were folded.

"Dear donors, if you want to pass this Sword Pavilion Pass, please let go of the killing intent in your heart. ”

As if in response to him, as soon as the words fell, a person fell out of the crowd, and the lyre that was originally held in his arms also fell to the side, breaking several strings.

Zhao Wu'an and the others, who were stopped by the crowd, obviously didn't see this, but they just noticed that Liu Zhilei's movements suddenly paused, and there seemed to be a slight strange emotion in their eyes.

Before Zhao Wu'an could breathe a sigh of relief, Liu Zhilei's brows furrowed again. opened the mountain and lifted it again, and cut it down against Zhao Wu'an.

Duan Taoli exclaimed, "Be careful!"

Liu Zhilei almost crashed into Zhao Wu'an's arms, and his body arrived before the knife. Before Zhao Wu'an even raised the sword in his hand, his chest was first hit by Liu Zhilei on the shoulder, and he stumbled backwards.

Behind him was a cliff, and gravel rolled down the side of the plank road and plunged into the bottomless abyss.

Zhao Wu'an took a breath.

The white robe rolled wildly, and his whole body was like a piece of paper, and he clung to Liu Zhilei, and then put aside the double swords in his hands.

When Bodhisattva Man and Su Mu separated from their hands, they brought a small piece of cyclone, and Luo Shen's sword qi and Kaishan sword intent were tied.

And Zhao Wu'an had already taken advantage of the liberation of his hands, gritted his teeth suddenly, and grabbed Liu Zhilei's shirt.

With a twist of his hands, Zhao Wu'an's face was almost distorted, and Liu Zhilei also let out a muffled snort from the depths of his nasal cavity.

The body was staggered, and there was a loud bang under Zhao Wu'an's white robe, and his ten fingers were suddenly buckled inward, and he actually pulled Liu Zhilei and fell behind him.

The cyan figure staggered, and Liu Zhilei appeared outside the plank road.

Naturally, man cannot be suspended in mid-air. The second young master of Willow Leaf Villa, who had long been unable to distinguish whether it was a human or a ghost, fell into the abyss in front of everyone, and his bones were gone.

Zhao Wu'an stood on the edge of the plank road, panting.

Everyone behind him was dumbfounded.

In front of the Sword Pavilion Pass, the flow of people had already lined up in an orderly manner, and they entered under the supervision of Ankang monks.

Ankang monk treats everyone equally, and after a faint glance at each other, he bows down and nods to let him go, but many passers-by want to take the opportunity to talk to this monk more, so as to seek some blessings for themselves in the future. Anyway, it is also a person who has seen the Ten Wishes Monk of Shudi.

The Ten Wishes of the Monk of Shu is very high in Shu, quite respected, although it is not deep and simple to find traces on weekdays, but if the monk does not enter the White Horse Town to preach, or the Ankang monk who has been sitting on the stone for several years suddenly goes down to the plank road, it is a blessing that can not be found, and it is naturally exciting.

Zhao Wu'an and his party were lucky. Since entering Shu, I have met two monks with ten wishes.

After instructing everyone to be more careful, Zhao Wuan did not publicize the matter of Liu stopping the thunder, and after collecting the flying sword, he walked forward with his back on his back, thinking that he would go through this dangerous road as much as possible.

As long as you pass the Sword Pavilion Pass and walk on the Stone Ox Road, the road will become a lot easier. The last thing Zhao Wu'an wants is to be troubled on this most difficult road.

There should have been many people on the entire plank road who saw what Zhao Wu'an did, but it was obvious that Liu Zhilei did it first, so no one raised any objections.

Ignoring the girl in Tsing Yi who was walking on the path with the broken qin, Zhao Wu'an led the team straight to the front of the Sword Pavilion Pass.

Ankang monk clasped his palms together: "Amitabha." The donor has murderous intentions. ”

Zhao Wu'an was stunned: "What?"

"Only this benefactor needs to stay here, and the rest can pass. Ankang monk said.

The others looked at each other and did not move.

Ankang Monk sighed: "The donor has just cast a killing debt, and now he has the intention of killing, so he can't pass this Sword Pavilion Pass for the time being." ”

Zhao Wu'an took a deep breath and asked, "When can I pass?"

The monk raised his head, word by word, and said something that surprised everyone.

"The sword qi is desperate. ”