As soon as the words fell, I saw countless footprints burst out of the snow in the forest, and each footprint stepped on a snowflake, and a figure suddenly came, a touch of knife light was slightly cool and went up against the staff, and the cold instantly invaded the monk's fingers, which seemed to be colder than the winter wind in this wasteland.

The monk resolutely abandoned the staff and retreated.

The blade did not retreat, but rushed forward, breaking its sleeves, cutting its shoulders, and finally resting coldly on the monk's throat.

The monk's hands drooped and he did not dare to make any movement.

Xu Chen held the slender standard saber, looked at the monk under the knife, and said, "The master doesn't seem to understand compassion. ”

The monk can't wait to smash the lovely Yaxiu into pulp, and shout my Buddha's mercy. Therefore, Xu Chen put the slender standard saber on the monk's neck, and then said that the master didn't seem to understand compassion.

The skin on the monk's neck trembled slightly because of the chill on the blade, he looked at the clothes on Xu Chen's body, his face was alarmed, and his voice was slightly hoarse and asked, "Chaoyang countryman?"

Xu Chen smiled and nodded.

The monk forcibly calmed his mind, looked at him on the other side through the slender blade, and said, "You are a sneak attack. ”

Xu Chen didn't look at him, looked at the few snowflakes that slowly fell on the blade, and said, "Well, yes, I just sneak attacked." ”

The monk didn't expect his answer to be like this, and for a while he didn't know how to answer, his slightly dark cheeks under the hat stiffened with shame, and he said in a deep voice, "Unreasonable?"

Xu Chen looked at him and smiled, and said, "Reasoning with an unreasonable person is called stupidity." ”

The monk was speechless, because it was obvious that Xu Chen was not reasonable when he said that he had just dealt with the little girl.

Xu Chen looked at the face in the shadow of the hat, and suddenly asked, "How do you think it should end, or, it's over?"

The monk's eyes under the hat lit up slightly, looked at him and said, "The poor monk is not convinced, so fight again." ”

Yaxiu, who was closest to the two, listened to the monk's words, and her little face turned red and puffed up and mocked: "Do you want to be shameless? Just now, it was obviously you who attacked me, but it turned out that we attacked you secretly, why do you still fight you?"

Xu Chen didn't seem to hear her words, slowly removed the standard saber resting on the monk's throat, fell on the thick snow, dragged his hand back a few steps back, and distanced himself from the monk.

The monk looked at him in silence, then raised his right hand and took off the hat on top of his head, revealing a bald head wrapped in green cloth and eyes that were indifferent and wary. He didn't know who this young Chaoyang Guoren who suddenly appeared was, and he couldn't see the other party's realm, so there were only two possibilities, the young Chaoyang Guoren's realm was far higher than his own, or the other party was not a cultivator.

Entering the realm of inscriptions at such a young age?

The monk thought that this possibility was too small, and he had seen Xu Chen's flying sword and Rushen sword technique sharp before, but he had not used any cultivator's means, and he was more and more convinced that the other party was an ordinary person, if it was an ordinary person, then how could he defeat himself again when a cultivator like himself was prepared?

The monk stared at Xu Chen not far away, took a deep breath, **'s dark feet slowly fell into the snow, the melted water at his feet spread out to the surroundings, and the black rosary nailed to the tree by the feather arrow trembled violently, and then forcibly broke free from the arrow cluster and flew back, and was grabbed by a stable right hand in front of him.

"Please. ”

The monk looked at Xu Chen with a solemn expression and said, and after a moment, a hideous color suddenly appeared on his face, and the black rosary roared through the air, and after the rosary, the iron rod smashed into Xu Chen's body like thunder!

Between the snow forests, grass clippings, withered leaves, and slush flew wildly, and the vitality of heaven and earth was agitated for a while, as if it was about to explode.

Xu Chen held the thin handle of the standard saber in both hands, the carved lines of the handle were densely wrapped with the straw rope used to absorb sweat, his fingertips felt the most familiar touch, staring at the iron rod that came from the snow and the wind and the whirling black rosary, without any expression on his face.

Just as the rosary was about to disappear from sight, he bent his knees slightly, jumped up like a snow fox accustomed to hunting in the snow, and followed a very low curve against the snow.

The distance was quickly narrowed, and with a flip of his hands, the slender standard saber was picked up from below, picking off the snowflake grass clippings in front of the front, and the sharp tip accurately hit the string of prayer beads that were circling and hovering to trap the blade!

With a sharp grinding sound that made people feel sore, the sharp tip of the knife forcibly stopped the rotation of the rosary, and then Xu Chen's wrist passed again, and the standard saber shook and directly lifted the rosary from in front of him!

The rosary whimpered and flew away, and I don't know where it fell into the snow, the monk's dark cheeks suddenly turned pale, and there was no trace of the rosary in the sea of consciousness, and he was deeply injured.

Xu Chen's blow worked, where would he still be soft, his steps forward, the slender standard saber was naturally dragged behind him, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and he held the handle of the knife with both hands and slashed forward with all his strength!

The blade slashed through the snowflakes that fell slowly in the air, and slashed the iron staff that covered its face like a gray shadow, with a loud thunderous sound and a light hiss.

The monk's already torn cotton robe suddenly had a deeper opening, and the blood stained the blooming cotton.

He kicked his right foot accurately on the monk's knee, and then with a twist of his wrist, the slender standard saber flipped in the air, and the back of the knife slashed into the monk's throat, holding back the scream that was about to be released.

The monk snapped and knelt on one knee, blood kept flowing from the corners of his lips, coupled with the deep knife marks on the cotton robe on his chest, the appearance looked really terrifying and miserable, but in fact, Xu Chen's hands were very measured, he didn't have to worry about life at all, but he felt the chill on his neck again, and his dark cheeks had already become extremely white.

The look of shock, fear and confusion kept changing in the monk's eyes, he didn't understand, he didn't understand what was happening at that moment before, why the other party was obviously an ordinary person, but he could pick up his rosary and force himself into such a desperate and miserable situation.

In a moment, the victory and defeat were divided, looking at the blood-stained monk kneeling in the snow in embarrassment, the girl disciples of the Jade Xuanmen of the Western Jin Dynasty covered their lips, they were not sympathetic to this hateful monk, but they didn't expect that this slender standard saber that looked very ordinary, lightning-like rosary, slashed snow and iron rods, and cut monks' robes, until it rested on the monk's throat, it didn't give the other party any chance to fight back at all!

The most shocking picture for them was the same one that made the monk feel cold at this time—why could the blade of this young Chaoyang countryman pick the string of jet-black prayer beads?

It's not about knife skills. The prayer beads of Buddhist practitioners are like the flying swords of ordinary practitioners, and they are so fast that the naked eye cannot capture their flight trajectory at all. If you can't see it, you can't predict how it will fly, then the best sword skills in the world can't pick it off, but this young Chaoyang native has just done this.

The short jade sword outside the forest was able to shoot the rosary before, which can also be explained that Yaxiu was fighting against the monk at that time, and the reason why the rosary was fixed on the Xiujian sword, so how to explain it this time?

Xu Chen held the handle with one hand, looked at the monk who was half-kneeling under the blade, shook his head and said: "You have to fight the second game, you can't blame me, I don't want to say anything Everyone is in the right path, but why do you have to divide yourself into life and death?"

This sentence is exactly what the monk said after injuring Zhao Ling'er, the third disciple of Yuxuanmen, at this time, Xu Chen knocked down the monk, and then returned this sentence to him, and the girls in the Western Jin Dynasty behind him were extremely relieved to hear it.

The monk glanced up at Xu Chen, and asked hoarsely: "I admit defeat, may I ask Your Excellency's surname." ”

Xu Chen was very satisfied that there was only fear and confusion in his eyes, and there was no resentment and hatred, but he was not very satisfied with this kind of question that was too rich in the flavor of martial arts novels, and said with a slight frown: "I want to know what my name is for?"

"Don't dare. The monk coughed twice, raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from his lips, and said, "It's just that after I go back, the elders ask each other, and I can't say that I lost at the hands of an unknown Chaoyang countryman." ”

Xu Chen was silent, as if he was thinking about whether he should report the name of his teacher.

The monks waited silently, and the girls of the Western Jin Dynasty in the field were also curiously waiting for answers, even the hand of the girl behind the yellow cloth gently rested the brush in her hand on the inkstone.

Xu Chen said: "I won't tell you, if you want to know, then inquire yourself." ”

Although he said it very freely, he was really entangled in his heart, people were afraid of being famous, pigs were afraid of being strong, and he didn't want to cause trouble.

The monk's somewhat stiff body trembled slightly, and his voice trembled slightly, and he said, "Okay, the little monk will investigate clearly." ”

"Whatever you want, I wish you success!"

Xu Chen looked at the monk's bald head wrapped in a green cloth and said, "It's just that I hope you only look for yourself and don't bully others." ”

These words were actually said by the girls of the Western Jin Dynasty before, and he just repeated them, but the so-called meat is on the board, the knife is on the neck, and the power of words is naturally completely different. The monk didn't dare to question anything, but listened honestly, for fear that the master's hand would leave another bloody wound on his neck.

", don't come later. ”

Xu Chen removed the standard saber and said to the monk.

"Thank you, senior brother, for your help. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Xu Chen did not have the habit and hobby of walking the rivers and lakes in a decent family and carrying a sedan chair, so he stopped Zhao Ling'er from bowing down and avoiding the cold noise for too long, and said directly: "You yourself should be careful in the future." ”

After saying that, he slowly walked to the tree, took off the jade sword that had pierced into it, and tied it around his waist.

Yaxiu frowned beside him, and said a little unhappily: "Senior brother, why did you give that guy a second chance to fight before? What if you can't pick that string of prayer beads?"

Zhao Ling'er thought to herself that this Senior Brother Zhong was kind enough to help me and others, Senior Sister, why are you still making accusations, worried that the other party would be displeased, she smiled apologetically, and said: "That monk should be a disciple of Leng Yan, I didn't expect to be able to go under Senior Brother for a round, I think Senior Brother should also be the leader of the Chaodui Mountain Sect." ”

The smile on Xu Chen's face was a little far-fetched, secretly thinking that he was no longer a member of the Dushan Sect, and moreover, he was still a traitor.

Led the big black horse away from Wenxi, walking slowly along the lakeside, the snowflakes in the air were more dense than before, Xu Chen quietly looked at the snow scene in the lake, and his mind kept analyzing and reminiscing about today's battle.

Chivalry, grace and glory have always been the dirty air emitted by the human body for him, and the reason why he gave the monk a second chance was not to convince the other party, but that he needed an opponent to test the knife, to experiment with the new way of fighting that he had figured out these days.

In Xu Chen's opinion, cultivators use their mental power to control the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and the speed of flying swords or other weapons is much faster than ordinary martial arts in the world, and the trajectory is unpredictable.

But this is not a problem for him who has entered the cultivation world, his qualifications are extremely poor, and now he can't digest the Yuan Qi left in his body by Xuanwei Zhenren, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that can be controlled is also very small, if he uses a flying sword to fight against people, he can't have the upper hand in speed and power, but his perception is extremely keen, and he can clearly perceive the slightest change in the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth around him.