Tian Baimu handed over a sword like a rice plant, and the little monk stepped back again about three feet.

"Good sword! really good sword!" muttered the little monk.

Tian Baimu didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, smiled a little, and said: "Thank you for your advice, but you have to be careful next, little guy." ”

The little monk glanced at Tian Baimu with a wicked smile, thinking, how could there be such a stupid person.

However, the little monk did not dare to underestimate the enemy, he had already seen Tian Baimu's two swords, and these two swords were indescribably casual, just like drinking tea and listening to music in his spare time, and touching two of his own mother-in-law's breasts on the bed.

Rumble!

The little monk made a seal with his hands, and a phantom appeared behind him.

This is a long-lost out-of-body incarnation of Buddhism, the Buddha Compassion Statue.

With the movement of the mind of the little monk at ease, the phantom of the incarnation outside the body began to release the light of the Buddha, and the light of the Buddha was overwhelming, and there was a rumbling sense of oppression.

The disciples of the 100-odd Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect led by Tian Baimu were oppressed by this powerful oppressive force, and their ears were oppressed with blood, and some disciples with lower realm strength directly spat out two mouthfuls of blood, their faces turned pale suddenly, and they staggered to the ground, unable to stand up again.

Tian Baimu saw that his fellow disciples were all oppressed by this strong sense of oppression, and he once again slashed a sword towards the little monk at ease.

This sword was not handed out like the first two swords, but slashed lightly, the force was not very strong, on the contrary, it seemed very casual, as casual as caressing the seedlings in his hometown.

Tian Baimu's casual sword intent condensed into a sword light, which was a cyan sword light, the same color as the cyan seedlings.

The sword light slashed towards the phantom of the incarnation of the little monk at ease, and this sword light, which seemed to be random and had no lethality, was also very casually slashed at the statue of Buddha's compassion.

There was no sound, no fluctuation, no spark burst.

But it was such a casual blow that made the Buddha's compassion tremble violently.

As the statue of Buddha's compassion shook violently, the little monk also trembled, and his face became much paler.

"This stupid uncle really had two blows, and the Buddha's compassion statue was violently trembling by his random sword. The little monk was at ease in his heart.

This sword seems to be casual, but it is not casual, if you want to show indiscretion in casualness, it is even more difficult, this kind of casual sword intent is difficult to cultivate.

It took Tian Baimu thirty years to develop this casual sword intent, and since he was a child, he watched his parents work in the paddy fields. When he was six or seven years old, he became a member of the family when he was busy with farming, so he learned from his parents to plant rice, and the more he planted, he became proficient.

So just as he meant with the sword, the casualness mentioned here is not just not really not caring, but being accustomed to it, and showing casualness in proficiency.

"Did I drink enough today? The little monk muttered to himself.

With that, he took out the wine gourd tied around his waist, unplugged the wine gourd, and poured a few sips.

"Cool!

This sentence seems to have been learned from a person, and if you can drink a drink, you can still make such heroic and down-to-earth words, and only Ye Linfeng is there, obviously Ye Linfeng has taught the little monk to be free.

Tian Baimu saw the behavior of the little monk at ease, and he didn't understand it, did he behave like this after drinking wine?

So, Tian Baimu continued to swing the sword, he couldn't understand the meaning of the little monk's behavior, so he ignored it, he only knew that the master wanted him to kill the little monk as much as possible, and only by completing this task could he go home and sleep peacefully.

Tian Baimu's fourth sword is still so casual, he raises his sword and slashes out, more like swinging a sword and slapping, like waving a whip to whip a buffalo ploughing the field, and like picking up a wooden stick to slap the rice that has not been completely threshed.

The little monk knew that this sword must be extraordinary, at least this sword was much stronger than the previous three swords, so he hurriedly tied the wine jug, hung the wine jug around his waist, took a sharp breath, and the vitality in his body was running rapidly.

With a buzz, a translucent golden lotus platform flew out of his body, the golden lotus of the Buddhist family.

The little monk holds a Buddhist mudra in both hands, and under the control of his mind, the Buddhist Jishi Golden Lotus is like a flywheel, spinning rapidly.

Sou!

Some were too late, and the little monk was a little nervous to resist in the face of Tian Baimu's sword.

Jishi Jinlian smashed the sword that Tian Baimu slashed with a loud bang, rubbing against the sword qi and making a sneering sound.

The little monk jumped up and down to the back of more than ten zhang, he wanted to win with distance, he had the golden lotus in his hand, and the Buddhist compassion statue was beside him, and long-distance combat was indeed an advantage.

Although the golden lotus of the Buddhist family cannot be fully stimulated, it is natural to win against the sword of Ueda Baimu.

The flywheel formed by the Jishi Golden Lotus was very strong, and it directly smashed the sword qi of Tian Baimu, blocking this sword qi violently.

Tian Baimu was stunned and slashed out a sword again, this time he poured out most of the mental power in his body, and this sword began to become less casual, and the taste of the sword changed.

This sword slashed out, with a powerful sword intent, no longer casual, on the contrary, there was a sense as if to break free from the shackles of the huge cage.

In Tian Baimu's opinion, the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect was a huge cage, trapping him firmly in it, he didn't want to set foot in the cultivation world, he just wanted to be able to give birth to a baby for his mother-in-law and aunt to live a good life.

But he inadvertently came to the largest city in the Piji Continent, and he inadvertently became a disciple of the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect of the Immortal Cultivation Gate Sect, which he had never imagined.

He came from the remote countryside to the bustling Kyoto, facing too many temptations, gradually, his heart is no longer so pure, although he is still stupid, but he can't refuse the temptation of money and beauty, and came to Kyoto in the middle region to become a disciple of the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect, and became a big catcher in Kyoto.

He couldn't refuse the temptation of money and beauty, so his sword was no longer so casual, but violent and greedy, but there was a faint sense of wanting to break free.

It was not only the Apocalypse Immortal Sect that he had to break free, but also the temptation of money and beauty.

Rumble!

The powerful sword intent was wrapped in a fierce qi and spurted towards the little monk at ease, violent and greedy.

The sword qi was very powerful, and it violently knocked the Buddhist Jishi Golden Lotus away, and the Jishi Golden Lotus was violently collided, and then, the face of the little monk suddenly turned pale.

The little monk quickly took off the wine gourd hanging from his waist, pulled out the stopper, and poured two sips of the wine gourd, as if the wine gourd would never be drunk.

He gulped down the spirits, and an incomparably refreshing smell of wine went from his throat to his stomach, and he opened his mouth sharply to exhale a breath that was brought up again after the stomach had been running.

The wine gourd is not a vulgar thing, and the wine is also a good wine, so the wine is destined to be good.

This breath of wine exhaled from the mouth of the little monk at ease, as if there was the fury of a volcanic eruption, and the heroic pleasure of burning the camp, and the wine and meat penetrated the intestines, and the Buddha left a debauchery in his heart.

The wine gas turned into sword qi and met the violent sword qi of Tian Baimu.

Life must be happy, my heart is to the Buddha, my heart is at ease, neither against the Buddha's principles, but also not by God's punishment, the temple rules and precepts, what do you do with me?

(There is still at night, there is no lunch break at noon, go lie down for a while)