The edge was like lightning, and it swept away, and before the entity arrived, Xiao Song's heart sprouted an alarm, as if he was shrouded in death, and he was terrified.

The first reaction was not to hide, but to retreat with all his might, as far as he could, until he withdrew from the distance that the edge could kill.

It's just that the light appeared suddenly, extremely fast, and in an instant, Komatsu felt a chill in his throat, as if something had penetrated through it.

His eyes widened in disbelief, and he subconsciously let go of his five fingers, and the brass whip in his hand fell to the ground, and his hands were on his throat, but he could no longer stop the blood jets there.

"You!"

Komatsu let out a loud roar, and all the vitality flew away with this sound, leaving his body. So the body suddenly became soft, plopped, and fell to the ground.

"What?"

This scene was clearly seen by the pulsatilla, and his heart was shocked, and he exclaimed in surprise. For his nephew's strength, he is clear and has a true heritage, and he is already a first-class master in the rivers and lakes. Although it is far from being as good as those old guys, as a rookie, he is outstanding.

However, just a moment ago, Komatsu was actually killed, and he died without temper.

Pulsatilla looked at the fire and saw that the edge came from Chen Sanlang's hand, and he was very skillful in controlling it. After the sharp edge kills people, it flies back and levitates in Chen Sanlang's palm, which is a flying sword.

"Monk?"

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Up to now, if Pulsatilla hadn't had insight into Chen Sanlang's identity, he would have really lived in vain on a dog: it turned out that the son-in-law Xu Nianniang was looking for was not only a court official, but also a monk...... No wonder!

No wonder it will be valued by Xu Nianniang.

In the Xia Yu Dynasty. There is only one in ten thousand people who have the talent to become a monk, and it is an extremely rare talent. Some of the big sects on the hill. Several generations of disciples gathered together, at most a hundred or so. The number is quite small. And some people who have attained the Tao, go in and out of the red dust, and play the world, in addition to refining their personal character, there is also an important task, which is to find the heirs of the mantle.

Seedlings are hard to find, and they are even more difficult to cultivate.

Pulsatilla was surprised that Chen Sanlang was a monk, why was he still in the officialdom?

Be aware of the monk's pursuits. Both the Buddha and the other miscellaneous families are bent on longing for purity in power and freedom in human beings.

This point, in fact, is the same as that of a martial artist. Anyway, happy and hateful, no worries, Fang is the heart.

And above the officialdom, it is precisely the place with the most rules and the most cumbersome rules. It's muddy. The monk is undoubtedly in the middle of it, which is undoubtedly not good for cultivation.

Pulsatilla is very confused and shocking: Chen Sanlang said that he has mastered the flying sword and judged its quality. Brilliant and pure, it has reached a certain level of heat. About Flying Sword. He first thought of Shushan. Could it be that Chen Sanlang's inheritance actually originated from the Shushan Sword Immortal?

There are many sects in the monastic world. But for thousands of years, Shushan has been a standing vein. The impact is far-reaching and significant.

At this moment, Pulsatilla actually felt a chill.

What made him even more frightened was that the knife in Xu Nianniang's hand flashed and came out.

As mentioned earlier, the battle between masters and the outcome of the battle is only between lightning and flint, and any slight flaws and loopholes may cause irreparable impact.

Therefore, from the beginning, Pulsatilla wanted to use Komatsu to face the overwhelming advantage of Chen Sanlang and Xu Jun, and use the situation to shake Xu Nianniang's mind;

At such an instant, at the most appropriate time, Xu Nianniang had already taken the knife: he could not waste such a great opportunity in vain.

The sword light swept away, condensing and sweeping the air.

Pulsatilla is an old man, and the flaws in his mind are gone, but he has lost the opportunity. For the first time, his choice was exactly the same as Komatsu's, which was to retreat.

Retreat is a strategy.

The direction of Pulsatilla's retreat was Chen Sanlang's side.

Xu Nianniang knew about his attempt, but she couldn't stop it in time. Martial arts are innate and superb, and they are almost equal to high-grade monks in terms of rank. The difference between each other is only in the way and means of attack. A high-ranking monk, if he is close to a martial artist, is so fragile that he is not much different from ordinary people.

Of course, if a monk attacks a warrior, as long as he finds a flaw, killing it is as simple as killing a chicken.

It is true that Chen Sanlang is a monk, but his cultivation is far from being hot enough, and Pulsatilla is already a figure standing on the peak of martial arts. As long as he is close to Pulsatilla, Chen Sanlang will immediately lose the ability to resist.

"Retreat!"

Xu Nianniang shouted that she wanted Chen Sanlang to retire, so as to gain precious respite. With this buffer time, he was confident that he would be able to catch up and stop the Pulsatilla.

But in the next moment, Chen Sanlang did not retreat but advanced, and the edge in his palm grew in vain, from a square inch of the edge to a few feet of Qingfeng.

Holding the elongated sword of slashing evil, Chen Sanlang took a step forward. This step, he stepped very delicately, just in time to miss the momentum of the pulsatilla, thus placing himself in a relatively safe empty position.

The sword swung and stabbed straight into the Pulsatilla's chest.

Instead of retreating, he took the initiative to attack.

Such a change in reaction was unexpected.

Xu Nianniang didn't expect it, and Pulsatilla didn't expect it. In Pulsatilla's prediction, there are dozens of changes in the situation, but there is no one. It's not that he's arrogant, but based on the weakness of the monk and the examination of Chen Sanlang's whole person.

This is a manifestation of combat experience.

Pulsatilla has experienced countless battles in his life, and the experience he has cultivated is not idle? He can always make the most correct judgment in the shortest time.

"Looking for ...... Death"

Subconsciously thought that this was Chen Sanlang's desperate choice, maybe this son felt that he couldn't get rid of his attack range if he retreated, so he simply desperately tried his best and worked hard.

Pulsatilla was not surprised, Chen Sanlang killed his nephew and killed his apprentice, this revenge must be avenged, and now it is just right, clean it up.

So the blue-black whip in his hand "buzzed", and every section made a strange crisp sound, which made people listen, as if hearing the shaking of a rattlesnake, and it was creepy.

Call!

The whip swung in an arc and swept across.

"Swordsmanship!"

Chen Sanlang's expression was resolute, and the sword in his hand was held steadily.

While!

The blades and whips shook with a tooth-aching sound.

However, Pulsatilla didn't see the scene of Chen Sanlang being pumped out, but found that the magnificent power of his whip was like being swept into a whirlpool, and after a few spins, it was dissolved into seven, seven, eight, eight, and eight, and it was completely unrealistic.

One of his hearts also seemed to be swept into the whirlpool, because he immediately understood that not beating Chen Sanlang to death in front of him was equivalent to Chen Sanlang blocking his way-

To be precise, it should be a way to survive.

Almost at the same time, a raging wind descended behind him, and Pulsatilla didn't need to look back to know that there must be a fierce sword light in the strong wind.

Xu Nianniang's knife light.

"It turns out that after retiring for so many years, his knife not only did not converge and did not rust, but became even more cold......" (to be continued......)