Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1238
With the sound of "choking", Xuanyuan Xia Yujian finally unsheathed suddenly.

The sword light soared into the sky, and the sword energy filled the air.With a slight movement of the sword tip, it stabbed at the sitting sword god.This sword did not go fast, but it was extremely powerful and frightening.

At this moment, the sword god's eyes were wide open, and his pupils were spinning rapidly. At first glance, it looked like countless flying knives were spinning, and in an instant, a magical knife energy came out of his body.

After the sound of "boom", the wind swept across, the air currents collided, and the field was in chaos.

"Deng Deng Deng", Dugu Jiutian stepped back three steps in a row, with an expression of disbelief already on his face.However, Dao Shen was not much better, the situation was even worse than him, the corner of his eye was cracked, blood flowed out, hanging on his cheeks like two streams, his long hair danced wildly, his appearance was both terrifying and brave.

Dugu Jiutian snorted slightly, and suddenly took a step forward, his aura was stronger than before, and he looked like a king, and shouted loudly: "Chu Dongliu, you have been injured by Xuanyuan Xiayu Sword and Shennong Staff! Meridian, if you want to live a few more days, get out of the way quickly. This leader sees that you are the adoptive father of my nephew Jian Mingxian, so I can let you live a few more days."

Dao Shen laughed long and loudly, the blood from the corners of his eyes suddenly flowed more urgently, but he still sat still, staring at Dugu Jiutian, and said in a strange voice: "Dugu Jiutian, didn't you see it? You Even if you can kill me, you still can't defeat yourself."

He pointed to his heart with a serious expression, and said: "You know? The heart is your greatest enemy. Even if you have magic weapons in your hands, no matter how high your martial arts are, if you can't defeat your heart, what are you to do with all living things?" the difference?"

Dugu Jiutian's eyes froze, his aura suddenly dropped rapidly, and he said angrily, "What do you mean by that?"

At this moment, although the sword god's eyes were covered with blood, his eyes seemed to be able to see through Dugu Jiu, staring closely at Dugu Jiutian, which made Dugu Jiutian feel a sense of fear.

"You understand what I mean, it's just that you don't want to think about it with your heart. Everything changes and has its own laws. If you force it to change, you will eventually be destroyed. So what if you have the Xuanyuan Xiayu Sword? What if you have the Shennong Staff In the end, it’s not a cup of loess that rots on the earth. If you kill people today, people will kill you tomorrow. What’s the purpose of killing here and there? What’s the difference between this and beasts?”

The words of the sword god fell into Dugu Jiutian's ears like a series of hammer blows, and there was a magical power.Rather than saying that this is a magical skill, it is better to say that this is the sound of the great way.

Dugu Jiutian's complexion gradually distorted, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, his body trembled, and cold sweat flowed wildly.

At this time, he suddenly remembered the fights he had when he was a child. If he managed to fight well, his mouth and nose would bleed;

Then, he remembered that when he was seven years old, his parents were seriously ill at the same time, and he could only watch them struggle to die, but there was nothing he could do.

That is, in this year, Dugu Dongtian, who passed by his house, saw that he was lonely and helpless, and also took a fancy to his aptitude, and accepted him as a disciple.

……

All of a sudden, all kinds of hallucinations came one after another, causing him to have a splitting headache, and suddenly he heard a "wow", he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face looked a little pale.

He slammed the ground with Shennong's staff to support his precarious body.

Suddenly, Sword God moved his body, as if he was going to sit up.However, just as he was about to stand up, his whole body became weak, and he sat down on the ground with a "plop".

The sword god sighed, looking extremely helpless, and said: "Xuanyuan Xiayu Sword and Shennong's Staff are indeed well-deserved of their reputation. At this moment, Chu's body is empty of true energy, and he doesn't even have the strength to stand up."

Dugu Jiutian stood up and adjusted his breathing for a while, and after feeling his energy back, he smiled "haha", put Xuanyuan Xiayu sword back into its sheath, pointed at the sword god with Shennong staff, and said, "Chu Dongliu, you are defeated!"

Dao Shen said: "Chu was defeated by Xuanyuan Xiayu Sword and Shennong Staff."

Dugu Jiutian actually nodded, expressing his agreement, but the words in his mouth did not give Dao Shen face at all, he sneered: "You are already a useless person, let alone the leader, even if the person standing in front of you is a person who does not understand martial arts, It can still kill you."

After hearing this, Dao Shen smiled faintly and said, "You can kill my people, but you can't kill my heart."

Dugu Jiutian snorted coldly, and said: "If the sect master hadn't been careless for a while, how could he have been stabbed in your heart?"

The sword god was still laughing, and said: "You are not careless, you have demons. The sword of the heart is not terrible, but the demons are terrible. The demons make you blind."

Dugu Jiutian's complexion changed slightly, he held up the dragon staff, and said coldly: "My sect master's martial arts are unrivaled in the world, how can there be demons in his heart? What nonsense!" After speaking, he strode forward.

When he passed by the sword god, he raised the dragon stick, and was about to kill the sword god under the stick, but he didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly retracted the dragon stick, and walked towards the stone statue.

……

Fang Jianming galloped on the avenue riding the red-headed dragon.After the red-headed dragon has been running non-stop for several days, it is only a hundred miles away from the Shendao Gate, but Fang Jianming's heart has already felt ominous.This ominous feeling disturbed him and made him a little irritable.

A dark cloud floated from the sky, floating high above Fang Jianming's head.When the red-headed dragon goes east, it also goes east; when the red-headed dragon goes west, it also goes west. It seems that it is looking for trouble on purpose.

Fang Jianming raised his head, not only saw the dark clouds above, but also saw a figure far away from the road.

That figure was standing in the center of the avenue, faintly, one could see this person wearing a big straw hat and a coarse cloth shirt, with irregular feet, holding a sword in his hand, the sword was not out of its sheath, Like a crutch, it is stuck on the ground.

"Damn it!"

When Fang Jianming saw this person, he felt a sharp murderous aura rushing towards his face as soon as he thought about it.The red-headed dragon seemed to be aware of it, let out an angry hiss, and approached the person instantly like lightning.

In an instant, Fang Jianming jumped out from the back of the red-headed dragon, and with a powerful force, he flew towards the man and raised his arms.Because the speed is too fast, it is impossible to see what moves he is using, like fists, palms, knives, swords, and fingers.At the same time, a sword light suddenly flashed, as if it was about to split the world, the sword energy filled the surrounding area, as far as thirty feet away.

boom!
The ground shook violently, a long hole burst open on the road, and the rocks flew into the air. The dark cloud seemed to be frightened, and it scattered from one large piece to countless small ones, and fled in all directions.

Fang Jianming was like a bird, he didn't stop at all, lightning flashed forward for more than forty feet, and when he landed, he happened to sit on the back of the red-headed dragon.Without saying a word, without turning his head back, he galloped away on the red-headed dragon, and disappeared on the road in an instant.

A piece of cuff fluttered, like a homeless child, judging from its color, it was the same material as the clothes Fang Jianming was wearing.

At some point, the man fell to the left side of the main road more than ten feet away, the sword in his hand was broken, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.The big straw hat on his head was long gone, his long hair was blowing in the wind, his originally cold face was now filled with pain, his body shook violently, he had to squat down, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Although this battle came and went quickly, he was already defeated, so defeated that he had nothing to say, and defeated so frightenedly.

Although he cut off a piece of Fang Jianming's cuff with his sword, Fang Jianming broke his long sword in an instant, received Fang Jianming's palm on his left shoulder, Fang Jianming's punch on his right shoulder, a knife on his left rib, I got a sword in the ribs.If it wasn't for the fact that he had taken drugs and his body was tough, even if he had ten lives, he would have died early.

(End of this chapter)