Infinite Myth Counterattack

Chapter 810 An upright bully?
On this day, a spy from the Tianxiahui knocked on the door of Yin's residence, without saying anything, handed a wax pill to Qinzhu, and said softly, "Give it to the leader immediately."

After speaking, he rode away straight away, Qinzhu didn't dare to neglect, quickly found Xiongba, and handed the wax pill to him.

Xiongba squeezed open the wax pill, took out the note inside and unfolded it, only to see that there was only one line written on it: The target has been twenty miles outside the town.

Xiong Ba's eyes flashed brightly, and the corner of his mouth curled into an inexplicable smile.

……

In the wilderness more than ten miles northeast of Muming Town, there is a tomb standing alone.

An old man in a blue-purple robe with gray hair and beard walked slowly to the grave, looked at the tombstone, and saw "Tomb of Beloved Wife Jieyu" engraved on the tombstone.

The old man's aura was unparalleled and sharp, making people feel that what he was facing was not a person, but a sword, a peerless sword that was indestructible.

Those who have such momentum in this world, except Dugu Juggernaut, don't think of anyone else, he dedicates everything to the sword, just like his family member Dugu Qiubai, he lives for the sword.

Standing in front of the grave for a while, the process of losing to Wuming was in his mind. After a while, he murmured: "Wuming, I know you won't die so easily. Today is the death day of your beloved wife. If you If you are not dead, you will definitely come to worship."

"I'm waiting for you here, I have realized the supreme sword 22, you must come to see me."

The sword saint stood upright on the side of the tomb, unmoving, I don't know how long it had passed, and disappeared without a name, but a gray-clothed monk walked out from the forest path, walked to the tomb as if no one else was there, lit three sticks of incense, and looked after himself. Worship.

The Juggernaut said without turning his head: "The ones buried in the loess pile are your relatives?"

The monk raised his palms and said, "Amitabha, no."

The sword master asked again: "Then why did you come to offer incense?"

The gray-clothed monk said: "I mourn my friend."

A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the Juggernaut, and said: "Friend? Then you must be Wuming's best friend? Where is Wuming now?"

The gray-clothed monk said in a deep voice, "Wu Ming...has long since passed away."

The sword master was furious when he heard the words, he turned around and stared at the monk in gray, and shouted, "I don't believe it."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The Juggernaut held up his sword finger with his right hand, and raised it towards the gray-clothed monk, a burst of sword energy swayed out, hitting the ground around the gray-clothed monk's body, raising a cloud of smoke and leaving sword marks on the gray-clothed monk's feet.

Faced with the sword master's force coercion, the gray-clothed monk remained unchanged and unmoved. He gently turned the rosary in his hand, looked at the sword master lightly, and said: "Life is too short, so some people have learned the world's conditions early on, and they are self-satisfied when they stay outside the way." It's fun."

"There are also people who spend their whole lives fighting for fame and wealth, but in the end their bones are buried in a barren grave. Benefactor, why do you wait for a dead person to come and fight you?"

The sword master looked at the monk in gray with no expression on his face, and said in a deep voice, "I don't have much time left, and I don't want to listen to Buddhism anymore."

"laugh"

After the sword master finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed, and another burst of sword energy shot out, cutting a hole in the sleeve of the gray-clothed monk's robe.

The gray-clothed monk didn't even look at the ripped sleeve, and said to himself: "You can't enjoy the blessings, and you can't talk about it..."

"laugh"

There was another hole in the robe of the gray-clothed monk.

"Rules can't be done..."

"laugh"

The skin on the forearm of the monk in gray was exposed.

"Everything is too exhausted, and fate is bound to be exhausted early."

"Bah..." Seeing that no matter how provocative he was, the gray-clothed monk remained unmoved. He couldn't help being a little annoyed. He took a few steps forward, gave a bah sound, and said angrily, "I think my sword master will retire for half his life, and whoever will give more than half of it?" A little caring? Now that I have nothing, my afterglow must shine with the greatest light."

The gray-clothed monk patiently persuaded: "If the sword is exhausted, it will be broken and people will die."

The Juggernaut looked away, as if he didn't want to look at him again, "Old man, a brave man has no fear, why would he be greedy for life and afraid of death?"

The gray-clothed monk sighed softly, and said, "Benefactor, do you know? The greatest courage is not not being afraid of death. The greatest courage lies in retreating."

The Sword Master said in a condensed voice: "Unfortunately, the old man has no way to retreat. If you still don't tell the truth, don't blame the old man for being ruthless."

Just when the words of the Juggernaut fell, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the forest: "Brother Juggernaut, Master Buxu really doesn't know where Wuming is, why do you bother to force him?"

The gray-clothed monk is the monk Buxu of Miyin Temple. He is righteous and strong, but his personality is relatively straightforward, but generally speaking, he is a good person. In the original drama, he even enlightened Nie Feng on the way here.

It's a pity that because of his uprightness and staunchness, he finally fell into the scheme of Duanlang Pojun and others, and died under Pojun killing Polang, which can be regarded as a tragic figure.

When the two of them heard this, Qiqi turned their heads to look, and the face of the Juggernaut changed drastically, "Xiongba? So you are here, no wonder I will fight when I go to the world, you are not in the gang."

Xiongba led Fengyun and his disciples out of the woods, but they didn't see Yin Zhong and Youruo and the girls. After hearing what the sword master said, Xiongba said nonchalantly: "Oh? Have you been to Tianxiahui? A good friend came here, and I couldn't meet my brother for a while."

"Brother gave me a letter of war, do you want to challenge me? That's just right, it's better to meet me by chance, and my swordsmanship against my brother has already been known, how about a fight here?"

The sword master turned sideways and proudly said: "That's unnecessary, the old man has already sent people to inform all sects and sects in the world that they will fight you in the world in seven days, please everyone in the world to be a witness."

Xiongba smiled and shook his head, and said: "I advise brother not to do this, I'm afraid brother Juggernaut loses too badly and damage your reputation in life, I have a good relationship with brother Dugu Fang, but I don't want to see Wushuang City's prestige ruined. "

The Juggernaut did not fight for power or profit all his life, but he valued fame the most. He was furious when he heard the words, and shouted: "Fart, if you really care about Wushuangcheng's face, why do you force Wushuangcheng to submit to the Tianxiahui?"

Xiong Ba sighed and shook his head, "I didn't persecute Wushuang City, and the sword master has been burdened by fame all his life, so how can I understand the grand plans and ambitions of my brother and Dugu Fang?"

"Today, Master Fuxu happened to be present. He is an upright person. I would like to ask Master to be a witness. I, Xiongba, will fight the Sword Master here. Regardless of the outcome, please spread the truth about Master Fuxu."

Monk Buxu let out a long sigh when he heard the words, and said, "Amitabha."

Seeing this, the Juggernaut said in a concentrated voice: "Do you really want to have a decisive battle with this old man today?"

Xiongba said seriously: "Brother Sword Saint, I'm looking at your complexion, it's almost the end of your lifespan, you can still maintain your peak fighting strength, but ask yourself, if seven days later, will you still have the strength to fight against me?" ?”

"I just want to fight the Juggernaut in its prime. What's the point in defeating a dying person?"

The Juggernaut's gaze towards Xiongba has changed somewhat, with a sense of appreciation, "I never thought that the cruel Xiongba would have such an upright side, well, I will help you, let's do it!"

(End of this chapter)