"This bastard, I really want to teach him a hard lesson. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Kiyoru said angrily.

Xiyun smiled, "Didn't you already work hard just now?" ”

“...... This bastard's martial arts are good, let's be merciful. ”

Xiyun said leisurely: "Is compassion in your heart? The emptiness of the five aggregates is the wonderful realm, and I think that the Endless Monk may be very close to this realm." ”

Qingliu rolled his eyes and said, "If the five aggregates are empty, you will commit suicide?" Then I don't want it, and you don't want it, senior brother. ”

Xiyun shook his head and said, "Of course it's not suicide. Seeing Qingliu lying down on the pavilion chair, he deliberately turned his back to himself and stopped talking.

In the early morning of the next day, Qingliu suddenly had a spirit, and when he saw it, it turned out to be Xiyun dancing the magic wand method five or six zhang outside the pavilion, and the bamboo shadows were heavy, like black clouds, the strong wind was whistling, and the dust was flying on the ground. Such a big movement made him think that the assassins were coming.

Suddenly, Xiyun's arms shook, and his feet formed a lunge, and the black bamboo stabbed to the right side, his right hand was slightly high in front and his left hand was slightly low in the back, and his movements were like a move.

The action is certain, the wind is converging, the dust is quiet, the stream and clouds are slowly making moves, the black bamboo or thorn or pick or scratch or tease, all kinds of moves such as spring wild flowers charming eyes.

Qingliu was stunned and speechless, many moves are a little familiar, some moves have never been seen, and there is no coherence between moves, but I don't know how Xiyun can make eight tunes, and one move will be continued.

The more Qingliu looked at it, the more strange he became, and he saw a lot of his seven-star flute moves, but they were slightly changed, and they were used in a way that was more conducive to black bamboo. "This guy's ability to steal martial arts is invincible in the world. He thought silently in his heart, and then pursed his mouth, "Is he creating his own martial arts?" Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard Xiyun shouting: "Qingliu, accompany me through a few tricks." ”

Qingliu happily accepted the order, pulled out the seven-star flute from his waist, swept out of the pavilion a little under his feet, and borrowed his strength on the horse's hips, and condescendingly struck down.

The horse was grazing with his head down, and he kicked it and neighed to show his displeasure.

Qingliu said: "Don't scream, don't dare to go today, let you eat and run slowly." ”

Xiyun black bamboo soared and stabbed at Qingliu's lower abdomen.

The clear stream seven-star flute knocked away, and when it was about to hit, the black bamboo shook, as if it had expected to fall down in the direction of the seven-star flute, and then came up and picked up the right shoulder of the clear stream.

"Ah, Ling Feiyan's swordsmanship!" Qingliu exclaimed, the seven-star flute was faintly carried by his black bamboo, and it was too late to defend himself, so he hurriedly breathed inside, and a true qi in the sound hole was stimulated to catch up with the black bamboo and crash away.

Xiyun smiled slightly, "Be careful, there's more." The black bamboo shook violently, and a majestic wind covered it, like a big sword cutting down, and it was as light as a weight, and a small bamboo was heavier than the beam.

Qingliu didn't dare to be in a trance anymore and concentrated on coping.

Xiyun said to Liu today that he had benefited a lot, and he even felt that Liu's swordsmanship today and Jin Mingzhan's swordsmanship were fundamentally similar, although one was ghostly and fast, while the other was very different.

The swordsmanship of both of them is at its peak, and they have a sense of similarity, which gives him great inspiration and arouses his great interest in exploration. In the past few nights, he has been thinking about martial arts, from Liu Jinjin and Jin Mingzhan, to Du Kefeng, Tang Tian, Shen Ran, and then to Ling Feiyan and Qingyun Sword Technique, even Hao Tonghai's rigid and soft sleeves have not been let go.

And every detail of the fight with Liu today was turned over in my mind again and again, and every time I felt that I had grasped a lot of things, and I couldn't help but want to make some movements in my hands, but as soon as I made it, I felt that it was wrong.

Until this morning, maybe I thought too much, my body naturally had a sense, and suddenly I was inspired, and under the stimulation of the demon instinct, I played the magic wand sealing method twice, and then my body was very hot, and my brain naturally flowed through the many wonderful tricks, and the mysteries contained in the tricks unfolded in front of him little by little, and he tried to explore, although there was still a layer of hazy mist, but it had some taste.

This bucket is an hour, Qingliu is covered with sweat, complaining bitterly, and he is so tired that he is panting.

Xiyun didn't need to breathe at all, and completely suppressed the clear stream with the strength of the demon's body, and the moves were clever or clumsy, heavy or light, slow or slow, or strong or ethereal, endlessly, and extremely varied.

Qingliu shouted: "Senior brother, although your set of things is miscellaneous, it is very powerful. ”

Xiyun smiled, "It's still far away." "Miscellaneous, that's right, he's also self-aware. Although he had the upper hand on the scene, the strongest sound attack of the Seven Star Flute was not played, and although his moves were wonderful, there were many stumbling and far-fetched twists and turns, which were not perfect at all, and still needed to be pondered.

However, he still felt great, his whole body was comfortable, not only did he not feel tired, but he was in good spirits, and he couldn't help but marvel at the strength of this demonic body. Just like others meditate and cultivate internal strength, the demon body is stronger and stronger the more frustrated it is, the more courageous it becomes.

Qingliu meditated for a while, and the two of them rode slowly. It didn't take long for Xiyun to feel that he was being watched, and the strange thing was that a thought came to his mind, "Five miles away." This made him startled, this kind of sensibility, I'm afraid that a master at the Grandmaster level is just like that. However, this time he only sensed a gaze, which made him a little strange, and after walking for a while, he thought that maybe as Xiao Yang expected, they were ready to make a move, and the other two went to the front to ambush.

Passing by a village at noon, the two of them rested for a while, and then got on their horses and walked slowly.

The hills are continuous, the terraced fields are stacked layer upon layer, and the green tea trees are picturesque. The breeze blows in the face, and the tea leaves dried in the sun float with wisps of tea fragrance, which is refreshing.

Xiyun thought of the small field in the backyard of his temple and the little chicks on the longan tree, smiled slightly, and said silently: "Master, I'm coming back, the little chicks should grow up." He had a deeper understanding of good and evil, and he felt that he had a lot to say to Master.

Regarding the Demon Gate's actions in the dark, he believed that people like Du Kefeng, Tang Tian, Jin Mingzhan, and Ling Feiyan would stand up, and he, the demon who was rejected by Tang Kunlang and spurned by the old man on crutches, might as well quit.

Why do great masters like Mi Chong and Lu Xin watch from the wall, because they have already seen through that all things in heaven and earth have their own laws of development, so let it go. As a small monk himself, he might as well follow suit.

Thinking beautifully, a sense of openness immediately filled his heart, Xiyun almost couldn't help but want to howl, in this beauty, he suddenly sensed a wisp of thin and void murderous aura, couldn't help but tighten his nerves, and opened his mouth to shout: "Be careful!"

Almost at the moment when his throat muscles moved, two green shadows shot out from among the tea trees on the hillside, and they attacked with lightning speed.

Xiyun and Qingliu both exclaimed in surprise, and the two long swords suddenly flashed, reflecting the sunlight at a delicate angle and shooting into their eyes, and the strong stimulation made both of them involuntarily tilt their heads and squint.

The two of them knew that this was the most undesirable and wrong reaction, but the instinct of the body was sometimes not transferred to consciousness at all, and before they realized this, the body had already reacted, and the demon body was not spared.

The cold air hit the body, and there were obviously only two long swords, but in the sense of the two of them, there were seven or eight key points on Zhou's body that were aimed at the tips of the swords.

Xiyun suddenly burst out: "Retreat!" The power of the realm was activated instantly, with the blessing of the Heart Method, the solemn Buddha Kingdom, the golden light covered the body, closed his eyes, and the black bamboo rushed out like lightning, making a subtle move from the Qingyun Sword Technique.

The two long swords had already been forced into the target within a foot, and the sword qi had already reached the body, and the two assassins were thinking that they were going to end with one sword, when suddenly their ears were one and their brains trembled, and they saw thousands of golden lights burst out in front of them, and they actually expanded more than a zhang.

"Ding Ding Ding ~" Qingliu felt as if he had fallen into a huge whirlpool, only to hear countless sharp reverberations in his ears, cold and strong currents one after another, some almost against the skin, just frightened, before he could make other reactions, even from the horse turned over can not do, suddenly the eyes lit up, the brilliance all dissipated without a trace, and the body was not damaged at all, such as a false alarm.

"Xi Jinjin~" The big horse under his crotch suddenly screamed, and collapsed violently, his thick neck was bleeding like an infusion, and his legs were scarred.

Qingliu bombed the body to the ground, only to find that the horse under Xiyun's crotch had taken the first step to lie motionless in a pool of blood, three large blood mouths on his body were gurgling blood, and a big black and brown eye was gradually losing its luster.

He leaned forward slightly, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, he gritted his teeth and suppressed a fiery breath in his throat, and said in a low voice: "Xiyun!"

Xiyun's back was intact, his clothes were in tatters, and he was drenched in blood, and at first glance, he had no less than fifteen or sixteen scars, and there were two on his face.

Qingliu still didn't understand, it was Xiyun who blocked all the attacks for him, and single-handedly blocked the two top assassins, God knows how many swords that assassin stabbed out at that moment.

Xiyun remained silent, staring at the two assassins expressionlessly, exuding a cold aura all over his body, the solemn Buddha realm actually showed a dark gold, and the stupas showed the body of the Buddha, and the eyes were majestic and solemn, without the slightest emotion.

The realm is a mysterious power formed by the cultivator's martial arts when he has reached a certain level of martial arts, understands the avenue of heaven and earth, understands his own origin, and combines the exercises he has learned.

Ordinary martial artists can't see other people's realms, or even feel them, and only those who comprehend the realm can "see" other people's realms.

Seeing this kind of change in the Xiyun realm, Qingliu's heart tightened, this was more serious than the purple bamboo turning into black bamboo. This is because although everything in the realm is not solid and real, it is an unconcealable projection of one's practice and mind. This dark gold color has a sense of domineering, which is very different from the mellow kindness and harmony of Buddhism, and it is also different from the solemn deterrence of the angry eyes of Ah Crooked and Ah Oh.

The two Assassins were dressed in pale hybrid camouflage green, with only two hands and a pair of eyes exposed, no wonder the stealth in the tea bush was completely unrecognizable. At this time, one person was injured in the lower arm of his left hand and the other injured in his right thigh, the wounds were not large, and they did not seem to be in serious trouble. In addition to the long sword, they also had a short sword in their hands, and their cold eyes were staring at Xiyun. (To be continued.) )