That year, that cicada, that sword

Chapter 113 Two swords fight against the obscene monk

Xu Beiyou said calmly: "My senior sister, Qi Xianyun, is not yet [-] years old, and now she is already in the realm of human immortality. How can the towering Taoist gate be imagined by people from outside the region like you?"

A faint hint of lust flashed in the eyes of Master Wuhui, he laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to pinch the chin of the woman who was leaning on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "There is an old saying in the Central Plains, that is, it is better to solve an enemy than to tie it. If you want a beauty, how about I give this beauty to you? This beauty is originally a lady from a wealthy family in Shanzhou, she is naturally charming, after I found her, after several times of training, the taste under the bed is wonderful."

Xu Beiyou was unmoved.

Master Wuhui caressed the woman lying in his arms again, and said with a smile, "One is not enough? Then add another one. This woman has slender body, slender legs, and plump buttocks. She is the best childbearing woman. A rare stunner, how about sharing with you and me?"

Xu Beiyou remained silent.

Master Wushi waved his cassock and laughed loudly: "How about giving you all the girls in this room?!"

These women were all captured by the Master Wuxuan, and they were used as furnaces for a long time. They indulged in the illusory bliss of the Great Joy Zen, and their minds were intimidated by the Master Wuxuan. Not even half ashamed, on the contrary, they all poised their heads and looked at each other, trying their best to seduce Xu Beiyou.

Xu Beiyou snorted coldly, flicked his fingers, and Tian Lan uttered a crisp sword cry.

With the sound of the sword killing, the charming atmosphere in the hall was swept away.

The smile on Master Wuhui's face slowly subsided, and he said softly, "Om!"

The six-character mantra of Buddhism OM, MA, NE, BA, ME, HUNG, this is the thunder sound of great mercy, and there is also thunder and anger in compassion.

Xu Beiyou's face was solemn, and almost at the same time he flicked his sword again, sword fourteen, Cang Lei Zhen.

The current Xu Beiyou certainly can't reach the level of Gongsun Zhongmou's cultivation of five hundred li when the Cang Lei shook five hundred miles, but Master Wusei also doesn't have the realm of the Tathagata to intimidate all living beings and heretics.

The two voices, which were almost in the same place, collided head-on, and the candles in the hall were suddenly extinguished. At this moment, many women were all dizzy, and even their mouths and noses were bleeding.

Master Wuhui put the woman in his arms aside, and said slowly: "Young man, this sword is very interesting. I am more and more curious about your identity. Now it seems that you are indeed a member of the Taoist sect. It’s just that I don’t know whether you are the direct disciple of Chen Ye, the master of the Demon Suppressing Hall, or the direct descendant of Daoist Master Zhang?”

Xu Beiyou, who had learned the Mandarin of the Central Plains from Han Xuan since he was a child, said with a light smile, "I want to say that I am actually a disciple of Jianqi Lingkong Hall, do you believe it?"

Master Wushi stood up slowly, and said flatly: "If you can really beat the poor monk, even if you say that you are the young master of the Sword Sect, the poor monk will believe you."

Master Wuhui took off the nondescript cassock on his body, exposing two arms shining with dark golden luster, and walked forward. Every step he took was as heavy as a mountain, and the entire Daxiong Palace even began to shake slightly.

This monk who has been contaminated with too much grassland habit has a warm smile on his face, but his words are extremely cold, "The poor monk has retreated and retreated, but you have made an inch. Now there are only you and me in this abbot's place. The poor monk doesn't care who you are. It’s impossible to be kind today, after the poor monk saves you to go to the bliss of the Western Paradise, it’s a big deal to take the little beauty back to the Daxue Mountain in the grassland, but it’s a pity that at that time, the poor monk will not enjoy it alone, but will share it with all the teachers and elders .”

Xu Beiyou had no expression on his face, neither annoyed nor angry, nor frightened nor frightened.

Seeing that the words failed to disturb Xu Beiyou's mind, Master Wuhui became a little bit annoyed. He restrained his smile again, snorted coldly, smashed the bluestone floor tiles under his feet with both feet, and floated towards the young man holding the blue blade. Stretching showed a brilliant golden bang.

Xu Beiyou stabbed out with a sword, and the two collided. Xu Beiyou's fundamental cultivation level was not as good as that of the Colorless Master. He kept retreating, his back broke the wall, and he was directly sent to the courtyard outside the hall.

Master Wuhui followed closely, his hands were like gold, and he slapped Xu Beiyou's chest with another palm, leaving a black palm print. Xu Beiyou flew back like a kite with broken strings, but he also pointed his sword at Wushi. on a person's throat.

The colorless master stood still on the spot, Xu Beiyou staggered to the ground, his face turned from red to white, then from white to blue, and finally from blue to black, and in a blink of an eye his face turned black.

Master Wuhui's big handprint is not only powerful and heavy, but also highly poisonous. It is not surprising that he would die suddenly if he was hit hard by the ordinary first-rank realm. Harmless is also a word, difficult.

Master Wuhui wiped the wound on his throat with his hand, looked down at the blood on his fingertips, and saw Xu Beiyou holding the sword with his left hand, raised his right hand with five fingers outstretched, opened the sword case behind his back, and another sword was born.

The colorless master frowned, one sword couldn't beat it, so it changed to two swords?Although he doesn't practice kendo, he knows a thing or two about it. For a true kendo master, he will never win by numbers. There is not much difference between one sword and ten thousand swords. Thousands, in the eyes of a real sword fairy, is just a showy way to scare ordinary people, but in fact it is beyond gold and jade, vulnerable to a single blow.Therefore, the sword immortals of the past dynasties are not famous for their swords, but only one person with one sword.

For example, if the cultivation base is as high as that of Gongsun Zhongmou, when he made the last fatal sword, his hand was nothing more than the sword of Zhu Xian.

Holding Tianlan in his left hand and Quexie in his right hand, Xu Beiyou dragged his sword and ran forward. Two rainbows of sword energy trailed behind him, brilliant and gorgeous.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Beiyou came to a distance of three feet in front of the colorless master, stabbing and slashing forward with the two swords in his hands, the sword energy raged, and countless cracks were cut on the ground.

The golden color on the ten fingers of the colorless master's hands became more and more solid. He reached out and grasped the two sword blades in his hand, crushed the sword qi one after another, ignoring the wounds on the palms drawn by the sword qi, and exerted force with five fingers, just He wanted to break Xu Beiyou's sword first.

Quexie bent with a slight arc, but did not bend, Xu Beiyou gave a soft drink, his whole body moved like a dragon and snake, and with his hands Quexie pried the immobile Master Wuxie to a height of three feet In the middle of the sky, at the same time, the Tianlan sword energy in the other hand surged, pouring down like a flood, like a waterfall cascading towards the colorless master.

The colorless master was washed away by the sword energy and fell to the ground with a bang.

The moment it landed, countless sword qi attached to the surface of the colorless upper body exploded together, and cracks on the ground spread to the surroundings like long snakes, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

In Xu Beiyou's hand, the Tianlan and Quexie swords rotated in rotation, piercing the gap, like a butcher dispelling a cow. The sword edge traveled along the acupoints and meridians of Master Wuhu's body. In a few breaths, Xu Beiyou used a total of 36 swords, The sea of ​​energy was almost exhausted, and after retracting the sword, he leaned on the ground with the sword, gasping for breath.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and the figure of the colorless master reappeared, the monk's robe was broken, and there were bloodstains as thin as red lines on the exposed dark golden skin. He remained motionless, as if he had been dead for a long time.

A moment later, there was a slight sound of bone movement, which was particularly ear-piercing in the silent night.

The colorless master, who was as tall as the Dharma Guardian Vajra sculpture in the temple, twisted his neck and made a series of crisp sounds, and the wound on his body quickly faded and disappeared.

He looked at Xu Beiyou, and said with a dark smile: "The sword just now, the poor monk seems to have known each other. Back then, the poor monk was a young novice in Buddhism, and it happened that the master of the sword sect, Sun Zhongmou, visited the Buddhist gate and competed with the head of the Arhat Hall. One style of sword thirteen breaks the undefeated golden body at the head of Luohan hall. Your sword is born out of sword thirteen, and it has an eight-point similarity. Could it be that you are really a disciple of Jianqi Lingkong hall? You and that sword What's the relationship with the Sect Master?"

Xu Beiyou didn't speak, and knelt down on one knee, his face turning black and blue.

Now the energy in his body is almost exhausted, and the poisonous energy that infiltrated into his body just now has become more and more unscrupulous. Although it has not yet reached the point where the poisonous energy attacks the heart, it has completely disrupted the remaining energy in his body, like a rootless duckweed.

Xu Beiyou's previous camouflage on his face was completely destroyed at this time, revealing his true colors.

The colorless master was shining with a dark golden color, he laughed and said: "Hiding your head and showing your tail, you are really not a member of the Daoist sect, are you a spy of the Sword Sect who has infiltrated the Daoist sect? The young master of the Sword Sect who is hard to find? How about letting the poor monk take your head and the sword on your body, go to the Demon Suppressing Hall, verify your integrity, and maybe you can get the position of guest minister!"

The colorless master took a step.

Almost at the same time, another monk stepped into the monastery.

The words in his mouth did not have the compassion of the Buddhists, but they were decisive, "I didn't want to provoke disputes, but now it seems that I can't keep you."

(End of this chapter)