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"Amitabha!"

A Buddha name faintly came out of the whistling salty sea breeze, diluting the slaughter that permeated the seaside.

After the two stick-wielding monks bowed to a black-clothed corpse on the beach, one leaned down to search for the contents of the black-clothed man's clothes, while the other casually pulled out several hidden weapons inserted in his left shoulder and arm, skillfully pointing points to stop the bleeding.

呲呲呲...

With a few slight sounds, the hidden weapon that the monk casually dropped fell into the sand, and half of it was still exposed, and the cold light flashed at the sharp point, and it was a few steel cross-darts.

Futian Shaolin Temple assisted Qi Jiguang to extinguish the Japanese for a long time, during which the warrior monks also fought with several Dongying ninjas in the Japanese Kou, and naturally knew that this kind of cross dart was the usual secret weapon of the ninjas. Although most of these Dongying ninjas have general martial arts, they are extremely good at concealment, stealth, assassination, escape and other weird thaumaturgy, which makes ordinary Middle-earth masters unable to guard against it, and even the warrior monks of Futian Shaolin Temple find it quite difficult.

This time, this Dongying ninja took advantage of the fact that most of the warrior monks of the Futian Shaolin Temple went out to hunt and kill a group of masters of the remnants of the Japanese Invaders, and quietly sneaked into the temple with his incomparably skilled stealth technique, stealing the treasures in the secret compartment of the abbot's house, until the general fled, he was discovered by the elders and masters of the temple, and sent six martial arts and experienced warrior monks to chase and kill. But this ninja and a few accomplices of the Japanese master responded, and the two sides had a fierce fight on the official road, and then the ninja saw that the situation was not good, and left his companions and fled alone. The two warrior monks also chased after each other, relying on their skills that were deeper than those of the ninjas, and finally intercepted each other near the sea. A fierce battle ensued, even though the two warrior monks attacked back and forth with two enemies and one enemy, they still suffered a small loss from the ninja's strange methods, and they were worthy of killing the ninja.

After searching the ninja's clothes, the warrior monk only took out a lot of hidden weapons, gold sore medicine and other objects, and then turned over the ninja's corpse and untied the long strip-like package behind it.

When the linen shroud was lifted, it was a rectangular trembling wooden box of nearly two feet. After carefully looking at the Buddhist ornaments carved on the surface of the wooden box, such as Buddha and Bodhisattva, the warrior monk nodded to his companion beside him, and after confirming that it was indeed a stolen item from the temple, he carefully rewrapped the burlap cloth and tied it to his back.

Xu was contaminated with a lot of decisive style in Qi Jiguang's army, and the two monks did not delay at the moment, and rushed to Futian Shaolin Temple with a stick.

Just when the two monks passed by a tall reef, a silver-white sword light struck at him like lightning, and the sharp sword aura of Sen Han made the two monks' beards stand erect, and their hearts were terrified.

The long-term military fighting career was not given in vain, and the two monks immediately instinctively moved the stick to resist. But in a hurry, he didn't have time to get enough true qi, how could the ring stick with copper skin covered with ash rod be able to compete with the sharp sword qi of the master of the inner family.

The silver sword blade swept over, only to hear two consecutive sounds, and the two ring sticks in the hands of the two monks were broken into four sections. Fortunately, the two monks were experienced, and their bodies retreated quickly while moving the stick, and they were finally able to avoid the vital points of the chest and abdomen, but the clothes on their chests were also cut by the sword qi.

The sneak attack failed, and the people behind the boulder no longer hid, the long sword in his right hand pointed obliquely, and he walked out with a solemn bearing, and it was actually a brocade guard wearing a demon mask!

The dark yellow flying fish suit of the extreme python robe was extremely conspicuous, which made the two monks hesitate and have a lot of scruples. This is also because the second monk once served as Qi Jiguang's bodyguard, and he has been exposed to a lot of officialdom, and his thoughts are unconsciously affected by the physique of the imperial court, and he will hesitate a little when he sees the people in the imperial court. If it were an ordinary martial arts person, no matter what kind of imperial eagle dog was in the way, he would only kill the other party without hesitation at this time, and then slowly and carefully destroy the corpse.

The two monks hesitated and didn't make a move, but Yue Buqun was unceremonious, and the sword came out like lightning when he shook his arm, and the cold and energetic qi firmly enveloped the two monks like a storm, and the murderous aura was faintly pervasive.

Since the other party is not good, the second monk is not a timid person, so he used his skills at the moment to block the counterattack with a stick. Looking at the two of them's moves, they are calm and strict, and they are not affected by the shortening of the ring stick at all!

It's a pity that Yue Buqun's skills are already higher than the two monks, and he has recently dueled with the masters of the Japanese many times, and has learned from many Dongying swordsmanship, and his own swordsmanship has made great progress. At this time, the night is vast, there is no one else, Yue Buqun has no scruples, Huashan swordsmanship is full of swordsmanship, all kinds of exquisite moves are swaying freely, and the bearing is still lofty and peerless, but the sword moves are more ruthless in addition to being smart and sharp, and the power can be said to be on a higher level. On the contrary, the two monks first went through the official road to fight, and then chased and killed the black-clothed ninja, and the energy consumption was a lot, which was not the best state.

Under the advantages of the other, the ten moves fell into the disadvantage before the two monks, and gradually attacked less and defended more, leaving only the ability to parry. Yue Buqun didn't want to delay for a long time, Zixia's strength was slightly raised, and he jumped up, condescending, and the momentum was suddenly majestic and mighty, and the killing move of the Chaoyang Sword "Da Ri Huanghuang" made a brazen shot.

Dozens of sword lights with purple rays were fiercely covered, and the power was unmatched, faintly encompassing the vital points around the two monks. Although the two monks knew that there were real and false in so many sword lights, and there was a mixture of fiction and reality, how could they distinguish everything between them in a hurry, once they made a mistake with a sword light, it would be a serious injury to the sword in the critical area. Therefore, the two monks had to dance the ring sticks, and countless stick shadows practiced together, trying their best to resist.

Today, Yue Buqun's vast sword moves urged by Zixia's strength are not ordinary. The swords and shadows were connected, and only a crackling sound was heard, and in an instant, the copper skin and wood slag shot out, and the blood mist of the cloth flew together.

The heavy sword light dissipated, Yue Buqun retreated, and his bearing was as chic and calm as ever. The two monks showed their figures, but they were already kneeling on the ground, their robes were torn, blood stains were everywhere, and the ring sticks in their hands were nowhere to be seen. Moreover, there was a narrow sword wound between the neck and under the ribs of one person, gushing with blood and gurgling streams.

"Hua, Huashan swordsmanship!" The two monks who had lost the power to resist all showed disbelief in their eyes, and the first monk couldn't care about the dark red blood that was constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and struggled to say the enemy's swordsmanship.

"Too many words!" Yue Buqun heard a monk recognize his swordsmanship, and the corners of his eyes hidden under the mask couldn't help but shrink slightly, and then the long sword swung quickly, mercilessly slashing through the neck of the second monk...

Puff...

The three corpses tied to the stones fell fiercely from the cliff into the sea, and disappeared with a large splash of water, Yue Buqun turned away with confidence when he saw this, and disappeared into the dark night.

The day is approaching, the heavy Zen singing of Putian Shaolin Temple gradually subsided, the simple and distant bell is endless, and the heaven and earth are quiet.

In the abbot's room, there is a solemn and kind white-eyed old Zen master sitting on the cloud bed, his eyes are slightly closed, and he moves the prayer beads, as if he is silently chanting the scriptures, and there are two old monks wearing big red robes on the left and right below, all of whom are sitting upright and silent.

Suddenly, the old monk at the bottom right took the lead in speaking, "Amitabha, it's past noon, it seems that Fa Ming and Fa Hui are afraid that they won't be able to come back!

"Amitabha!" The other three monks below shouted the Buddha's name together, and bowed to the white-eyed Zen master above.

"Alas, the world is full of calamities!" "The white-eyed Zen master sighed lowly, and the sad look on his face flashed, "Fa Ming and Fa Hui are firm in Zen and do things calmly, no matter whether they recover the stolen things in the temple or not, they should return to the temple before the early morning...

"Amitabha..." Hearing this, even though the four monks below had already expected it, they still couldn't help but look sad and shouted the Buddha's name. Fa Ming and Fa Hui are the best of the next generation of warrior monks in the temple, and this time they were all lost, which is really a big misfortune in the temple.

Closing his eyes and reciting two sentences of lamentation, the white-eyed monk continued, "In this way, the stolen things have nowhere to be found, and they are not the things of our temple, and now I think that the fate with our temple is over, and we don't have to forget this kind of foreign object... As for the bodies of Fa Ming and Fa Hui, let the four of Fa Xuan bring some monks to look for it, everything is according to fate, if you can't do anything, you don't need to be attached!"

"Disciples, please respect the abbot's order!"

Everyone in the room did not lower their voices, and the four middle-aged warrior monks standing at the door naturally listened to them, and at this time, they all responded with a sad face, and their eyes couldn't help but redden. The six brothers have been learning Buddhism and martial arts together since childhood, and when they grow up, they have been fighting side by side against the Japanese Invaders, and they have been inseparable for many years.

In the sparse mountain forest, a dark yellow figure flew swiftly like a wild goose across the sky, gradually approaching a dilapidated abandoned temple on the top of a small hill.

From a distance, he saw a figure flickering at the entrance of the temple, as if he was on guard, and Yue Buqun knew it.

Falling down, Yue Buqun rushed to the temple gate, the sharp sword in his hand waved casually, and a silver-white sword qi flew away, rolling on the ground along the way, and the blades of grass were flying, and the power was not amazing.

The ronin at the gate of the temple looked frightened, hurriedly turned over and dodged, and the sharp sword qi shot straight into the temple, and he was shocked and angry.

Immediately, three samurai dressed as Japanese robbers rushed out of the temple, and came to the ronin who was on guard at the door before, and the four of them looked at the ghost-faced brocade guard standing with a sword in front of them with fear. There were very few people who could emit such a powerful sword qi in the tide of the Japanese before the destruction, but all of them were the top masters of each of the various forces, and they were by no means easy to match!

"Hehe, yes, there are four left, one or two more than I guessed!" Yue Buqun opened his mouth casually, and at the same time carefully looked at the four Japanese masters in front of him, all of them were around thirty or forty years old, and they were all authentic Dongying warriors, and there was no fake one. They were able to escape from the strangulation of the warrior monks of the Shaolin Temple in Futian last night, which also proved that their martial arts were not weak.

"What is Your Excellency..."

"Woo Woo..."

The sword light of Sen Han, which swept wildly, interrupted the scene of the samurai, causing the four of them to draw their swords to meet them.

Yue Buqun was one against four, but he was still on the active attacking side, the stormy sword curtain firmly covered the four warriors, and the sound of sword clashing was rapid and brittle, continuous.

After a while, when Yue Buqun's true qi was exhausted, the offensive stopped for a while, and when he collected his sword and retreated, the four warriors not only did not dare to take advantage of the situation to counterattack, but they also retreated three steps in a row.

Whew...

The four of them were panting like oxen, their foreheads were sweaty, their hands holding knives were trembling slightly, and they turned their heads to look at the people next to them and the several sword marks on their bodies, and their eyes showed an inexplicable look of fear. Although he knew that the martial arts of the person who came were strong, he didn't expect that the four of them could not defend it together!

However, before the four of them could think about it, Yue Buqun swung his sword again, and the ever-changing sword shadows were as terrifying as impermanence in the eyes of the four of them...