The old monk's face was even more painful, his hands were folded, and he said softly: "I have survived the world, why should the benefactor make me so miserable." ”

Baili Chaohua snorted coldly, raised the long knife in his hand, and said: "If you are really in pain, you will definitely not continue to act like this, I think, you must not be really in pain, if you are really in pain, with your compassion, you must have no face to live in the world." ”

In his words, the words master and compassion were extremely heavy, and the meaning of ridicule was even heavier, and the old monk frowned slightly, and said: "I made countless merits in my life, and now I live in the world, but I am also harmless in the world, what is the crime?"

Baili Chaohua sneered, and the iron knife was slashed out, the first knife was flicked by the old monk, the finger was not very fast, but it was extremely accurate to bounce off the blade, and the iron knife was all slashed on the ground.

"Harmless in the world? You don't produce yourself, you deserve to die, but you are still wasting the resources of the world, enslaving and deceiving the good people in the mountains, but you still say that you have sinned for something, and I think you are an unforgivable sin. ”

As he spoke, Baili Chaohua had already slashed out the second and third swords, but it turned out to be the same as the first slash, and was gently flicked away by the Vajra Buddha finger.

The old monk has lost his eyes, but a pair of hands are still extremely sensitive, Buddhism has countless skills, the old monk does not dare to say that he has learned all of them, and he has learned most of his life.

At this moment, his face was full of blood and pain, but he still defended himself and said: "The donor's words are really strong. ”

Baili Chaohua snorted coldly and said: "Then isn't what you said the same before? Where is your crime? The front-line soldiers fought bloodily, and the people suffered in vain, and you for your own selfish interests, you have only been involved in the affairs of the battlefield, although you have not personally taken action, but the sin in your hands is half a point less than that of the front-line executioners?"

Hearing this, the old monk sighed and said: "What the donor said is good, it seems that the old man is indeed guilty, if there is an afterlife, he will meet the Buddha in person and ask the Buddha to surrender his sin." ”

After saying this, the index finger of the old monk's right hand had turned into a red gold, shining with a metallic luster, and it was no longer at all like a human finger, and he stretched out his fingers and stabbed forward like a sharp arrow.

"Hehe, don't wait for the next life, I'll send you to see the Buddha now!"

Baili Chaohua frowned slightly, the iron knife slashed out, and cut a straight line in the air, this knife was fast, very strong, and slashed at the old monk's outstretched hand, but not at the red golden finger.

He has always used his sword as he likes, he can fight hard with the enemy, and he can also skillfully use the knife in the details, and he can calculate the moves between moves.

This knife directly opened a hole in the back of the old monk's hand, but the old monk's hand did not stop, and an index finger pierced the nine-layer body protection qi in front of Baili Chaohua's body, and went straight into his right chest.

Baili Chaohua took three steps back, and the old monk only stepped forward.

The fingers were pulled out from Baili Chaohua's chest, and the fingers were stained with blood, and the red golden light gradually dimmed, and it slowly turned into a jet black like dead silence.

Baili Chaohua's face was pale, and his clothes at the wound had been stained red with blood, and he made a few clicks on his body with his right hand, sealing several key points to stop the blood.

The holy boy lowered his head, glanced at the black finger, sighed lightly, stretched out his hand and pouted it from his hand, threw it on the ground casually, and said: "The Buddha is fair, as a child of the Buddhist family, but I borrowed the Buddha's finger to stain blood, and I deserve this punishment." ”

At this time, Baili Chaohua didn't want to say even a word to this hypocritical old monk again, he took out the knife again, this time it was a quick knife, and in a very short time, there were eighty-one straight lines in the air, and there were eighty-one more blood-red knife marks on the holy boy's body.

There was a trace of blood spilling from the knife marks.

At the same time, the middle finger of the old monk's right hand left a bloody hole on Baili Chaohua's left shoulder.

"Amitabha, the Buddha has given me a thousand swords, so it should be so. ”

The old monk was covered with a little blood at the moment, and he looked extremely embarrassed, but it was definitely not a serious injury, at least compared to the injury suffered by Baili Chaohua.

There is still a little bit of Buddha's breath around the blood cave, and when it moves slightly, blood overflows from it, and it can't be stopped.

But Baili Chaohua seemed to be invisible, still out of the knife, and in an instant, hundreds of knives were cut out, the old monk moved slowly, not a single knife flashed, and at this moment he had been cut into a bloody man by his knife.

But Baili Chaohua knew that although his knife was very heavy, he didn't even do an inch of the body of the holy boy, and at this moment, this old monk didn't have any fatal injuries on his body except for excessive blood loss.

The old monk shot for the third time, turned his fingers into palms, showed the appearance of King Kong, the Buddha light behind his head shone brightly, and the thin palm looked a little wide and thick under the light of the Buddha.

This palm fell from the sky and slapped directly on Baili Chaohua's forehead.

Baili Chaohua has no means that King Kong is not bad, but he also knows that this palm, like the previous two fingers, cannot be dodged no matter how he dodges.

So he didn't hide either.

He just slashed it out.

At that moment, the holy boy frowned slightly, but he was puzzled, because the masters have always made moves between them, and every second counts, although he is slow, but this slow word is only a little slow for people in the realm of Baili Chaohua, in fact, it is also as fast as lightning.

But in such a short period of time, how did he have time to frown, how did he have time to think about so many things.

Suddenly, his whole body was cold, and there was a delicate folding knife in front of him, and the mirror-like blade reflected a shocked face, and a little cold light condensed in the middle of the high burning blade on the blade, as if it was constantly flowing, adding to the sharp coolness.

With a thud, the blade of the knife from the old monk's left chest three inches, obliquely into the old monk's heart one inch, the strong knife strength in the old monk's body, just an instant, the old monk is seven orifices bleeding, a body of qi like a needle pricked blister, poof, is broken.

At this time, the palm that seemed to have a bit of vajra technique stopped an inch above Baili Chaohua's head, and the vigorous energy pressed down, and the ground under Baili Chaohua's feet sank two feet, and a palm print with a diameter of about ten zhang appeared.

Inside the palm prints, whether it is gravel or weeds, everything is turned into powder.

On the palm print, Baili Chaohua's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

The old monk looked at the sharp blade that was still in his body, and the knife slanted into his heart from three inches of his left chest, without a single deviation.

He couldn't say a word like the Buddha let me die, his face was full of doubts, and he couldn't figure out how this simple knife, coupled with such a simple and direct knife technique, could break through his Donkey Kong realm.

But after thinking about it for a long time, he finally just said: "The donor is really trustworthy." ”

Baili Chaohua sneered and said, "Of course, I'm not as shameless as you. ”