As soon as he heard this, the murderous monk actually smiled slightly, and with a snap of his fingers, he used a rosary to kill the last black-clothed masked man who had already been scared and stood in place, and then looked at Xue Yun, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Your Majesty's life is very legendary, and now it is even more noble as the Ninety-Five, and the old monk can also promise that if His Majesty swears that he will never invade my desert countries in his lifetime, this time the old monk will retreat." In this way, it can be regarded as accumulating some good karma for His Majesty's lifetime killing. ”

Xue Yun immediately sneered when he heard this: "The master's murderous methods are as vicious as mine, and he even keeps saying some good karma, which is really ridiculous!"

Fan Seng didn't care about this sarcasm, and still smiled and replied: "Killing a few of them and Your Majesty alone can save my desert from war and save millions of lives, isn't it obvious which is more important?"

"That's just you deceiving yourself! I will never agree to this, as the Son of Heaven, how can I be coerced and lured by just an assassin?" Xue Yun snorted coldly when he heard this, and then took a deep breath, changing from holding the sword in one hand to holding the sword in both hands, and his body also leaned slightly sideways, his posture was completely different from when he killed the black-clothed masked man before, and it was clear that he would not back down in the slightest.

Xue Yun certainly wanted to let this monk retreat, but the other party's conditions involved national affairs, as a well-known and Taoist monarch, he naturally would never give in the slightest because of his personal safety, and even took 10,000 steps back and said, with that group of famous ministers who can be said to be the ministers of the humerus in the temple, Xue Yun thinks that even if he really dies here today, the country will definitely not have great turmoil, which is also where Xue Yun's real confidence lies.

"It seems that having said so much is just in vain, then the old monk will send His Majesty back to the West!" When the monk heard Xue Yun's words, he first shook his head and sighed lightly, and then his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he said gloomily.

The next moment, he actually took out a scimitar from behind his back. Immediately, his left hand threw the rosary in his hand into the air, and the rosary suddenly exploded, and the poisonous gas hidden in the rosary also suddenly appeared, spreading all around.

This poisonous gas is dark green in color, and it clearly contains a highly poisonous appearance. And when the corpses of those black-clothed people came into contact with this poisonous gas, there were bursts of "snort" sounds. Immediately after that, it gradually dissolved with the naked eye, and the scene was terrifying.

Xue Yun was slightly shocked when he saw this scene, and at the same time, he hurriedly took out two detoxification pills and put them in his mouth, and took out a mask from inside his clothes to cover his face.

"He is worthy of being the king of a country, and there are so many treasures on his body that resist the poisonous fog, which is really an eye-opener for the old monk. Seeing Xue Yun like this, the monk immediately said in amazement. It's just that at this time, his eyes are even colder, staring at Xue Yun like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity to catch mice.

And the robe. At this time, he took it off and flipped it over, turned into a cloak and was draped over his body. On top of this cloak, the embroidery of scorpions, snakes, geckos, centipedes and toads is densely printed, and it seems that its original kind face is also extremely gloomy at this moment.

Look at the monk's cloak. Xue Yun's pupils immediately shrank, and his hands trembled slightly at this moment. I saw his throat move slightly, and finally said in a trembling voice: "Who are you?"

The monk laughed when he heard this, and then said with a playful smile: "Why, when you see the old monk's outfit, you finally guessed my identity? However, before becoming a monk, the common name was Yan Zhengu!"

"You are looking for death!" Hearing this, Xue Yun immediately roared angrily, at this time, he no longer had the slightest doubt about the identity of this monk. This person is Yan Zhengu, the sword master who killed the jade handle dragon back then and later went incognito.

"Back then, your master, the Jade Handle Dragon, was indeed superb in swordsmanship and unparalleled in physique. But under the old man's poisons. After all, it is inevitable to be exhausted to death. However, he even beat me to a serious injury even though he was poisoned in his body, causing me to hide from my past enemies incognito for so many years, and this revenge will be repaid by you, who are apprentices!

Yan Zhengu laughed wildly, and the moonlight shining through the cracks in the broken roof of the ruined temple happened to hit the scimitar in Dao Qi's hand at this time, and it seemed that the scimitar was cold and cold.

At this time, Xue Yun bit his lower lip tightly, and the blood flowed down because he was too hard but he didn't know it. He held the sword in both hands, and walked towards Yan Zhengu step by step, when he reached less than a zhang away from Yan Zhengu, Xue Yun instantly changed the posture of holding the sword upward to dragging the sword downward, and then stepped forward with his left foot, starting from the right heel of his whole body, and then to the waist, until his hands seemed to become a long axis, and he spun violently.

As Xue Yun's body rotated, it seemed to give the Fire Spirit Sword that he was holding in both hands with the power to open the mountain, from the bottom to the top, and went towards Yan Zhengu!

Under this challenge, a gust of wind was set off within a few zhang in front of Xue Yun, and under the influence of his majestic internal strength and strong physique, Yan Zhengu's complexion also changed slightly, because the poisonous mist he had prepared with his heart was blown away at this moment, and there was nothing left.

Not only that, Xue Yun's sword was advancing extremely fast, and the tip of the sword was still held with both hands and pointed to the ground a moment ago, but at this moment, it had already come to a place less than an inch away from Yan Zhengu's throat!

However, as a sword master, Yan Zhengu naturally reacted resolutely. At this moment, the scimitar in his hand had already reached his throat in advance, catching up with Xue Yun's Fire Spirit Sword!

"Bang bang bang!" I heard three loud bangs, the sound of the scimitar and the fire spirit sword colliding. Although there were only three voices, the two of them knew that at that moment just now, the scimitar and the fire spirit sword had collided more than twenty times, and Yan Zhengu and Xue Yun had moved three zhang away in the direction behind Yan Zhengu at this time than the position they were standing just now, and on the ground of these three zhang, there was a ravine about half a zhang deep that looked shocking.

It was at that moment just now that Yan Zhengu used his retreat and impact to unload the huge force brought by Xue Yun's sword move on the ground, which led to such a scene.

At this time, at the moment when the sword scimitars no longer collided with each other, and turned into close to each other and competing for the strength of both sides, the two of them invariably freed up one hand and poked at the bone gap at the other party's pipa bone, compared to Xue Yun's palm, Yan Zhengu's palm was as black as ink at this time, and it was contaminated with poison. (To be continued.) )