From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 42 Sword Crossing Uh, Chapter Three

"Master, please speak!" Zhang Wuji's voice was ethereal, shifting from left to right, with no intention of showing his face.

"I don't know why Master Zhang's sword qi is inexhaustible. According to the experience of the old monk, the use of sword qi by a sword cultivator is related to whether a person's energy is full, and it should be very limited."

"But Hierarch Zhang has had endless sword energy from the beginning of the battle, does he have any special tricks?"

"Hehe, there is no trick. I have practiced swordsmanship on the battlefield for five years and killed countless people."

"I don't know why, the more I kill, the sharper my sword qi becomes, and the more I can exercise my energy and spirit. To tell the truth, my sword qi is only half used now!"

Zhang Wuji pondered for a moment, felt that there was no need to hide, so he opened his mouth to explain.

Of course, there is also the consideration of hitting Du Er's morale.

"The sword cultivator is indeed a remnant of the ancient evil sect!"

Du E's pupils shrank slightly, and his heart was shocked.

Among the spiritual domains discovered by Shaolin, he obtained a part of the Buddhist inheritance. Among them, he mainly introduced the sword cultivator, calling the sword cultivator a demon cultivator, and the sword cultivator sect as a demon sect.

For the unworldly enemy of Buddhism.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case. They actually rely on killing people to improve their combat power, which is too appalling.

Thinking of this, Du E made a decision in an instant.

He seemed to have aged countless times in an instant, and the golden light on his body, which represented the indestructibility of the Vajra, gradually faded away, as if he had become an ordinary person.

"Master Zhang, please do it!" Du E said lifelessly.

"Chi!" A six-veined divine sword's sword energy struck from the dense forest, directly piercing Du'e's eyebrows.

"Ah!" A soft sigh came from Du'e's mouth at the same time.

Within three feet in front of him, all the big trees, flowers and plants withered silently, as if they had encountered an inexplicable attack.

With this sigh, Du E's body also seemed to have passed ten thousand years, and the flesh and blood all over his body shrank visibly with the naked eye, and turned into a dry bone in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Wuji, who saw this scene from a distance, was terrified for a moment, secretly afraid in his heart.

Fortunately, I had a sudden heartbeat just now, and I had an inexplicable feeling that something bad was about to happen.

To be cautious, he didn't go directly with the sword, otherwise he would have died along with the old monk.

"What kind of kung fu is this?" Zhang Wuji walked up to Du'er, seeing his miserable appearance, once again deeply thankful that he had that sudden whim.

Zhang Wuji has also studied this whim, and he guessed that it should be because many people in the Mingjiao territory built the Zhenwu Great Emperor Temple.

This should be a kind of mysterious luck blessing.

Of course, the theory of luck is illusory, Zhang Wuji is just guessing, and there is not much evidence to prove this.

Abbot Kongwen waited anxiously.

Because the power fluctuation in the distance has stopped, but the signal agreed with the three uncles has not been sent, which makes him have a bad feeling.

Suddenly there seemed to be movement in the distance.

It's a nice melody.

"The rivers and lakes laugh, grievances and grievances, people make tricks, laugh and hide swords...!"

Following the sound, Zhang Wuji, holding a long sword, came out of the dense forest step by step.

He was also holding a package in his hand, the package was blood-stained, and it was so round that he didn't know what it contained.

The moment he saw Zhang Wuji, Kong Wen's face became extremely pale.

He swayed, as if a little unsteady.

"Abbot Kongwen is waiting for them?" Zhang Wuji swung the package in his hand and threw it in front of Kongwen.

The package was opened, and what was revealed inside were the heads of Du E, Du Jie, and Du Nan.

The thought in his heart was confirmed, which was the worst result that Kong Wen could think of.

For a moment, Kong Wen calmed down instead.

He turned his head to look at Zhang Wuji, put his palms together and said: "Shaolin is willing to bet and admit defeat, if you want to kill or cut, you will do as you please."

"I want to enter the Shaolin Yiguan scripture building."

"I want the exact location of the spiritual domain you found."

"Shaolin will close its doors for 100 years from today, and will not interfere in disputes between martial arts and courts."

Zhang Wuji spoke slowly, and put forward three conditions in succession.

Every time a condition was put forward, Kong Wen couldn't help shaking his face, and after three conditions were raised, the old monk's face suddenly struggled.

"Promise everything is easy to talk about, but don't promise that today I will wash Shaolin Temple with blood in my stool."

"Anyway, my hands are hot today, and I haven't killed enough." Zhang Wuji's voice continued to sound, as if without the slightest emotion.

"I can agree to all the conditions proposed by the leader Zhang, but there is only one...!"

Kong Wen sighed, glanced at Zhang Wuji and continued: "The one hundred thousand monks and soldiers from Shaolin have already left Shaolin Temple, and are no longer under our control."

"At best, we promise not to send experts to meddle in the affairs of the court."

After pondering for a while, Zhang Wuji understood what Kong Wen was thinking. This was losing to him in high-end combat power, and he wanted to regain his place in the mortal battlefield!

"it is good!"

"Then I will convince you!"

Zhang Wuji also has the idea of ​​using the army to destroy Shaolin's mortal power.

Although those 10 people are just ordinary warriors and mortals, they are all Buddhist believers, which can be said to be the foundation of Shaolin's standing in martial arts for hundreds of years.

Killing a few of their masters can only make them weak for a while. If those 10 people are uprooted, Shaolin will no longer be Shaolin.

The Sutra Library in Shaolin stores all the martial arts accumulated by monks for hundreds of years, and it can be said that it is the place with the richest martial arts secrets in the entire Jianghu.

Zhang Wuji stayed there for half a month, and countless Shaolin cheats appeared before his eyes.

Zhang Wuji looked at everything from internal strength to external strength, palm technique, and lightness. He didn't want to learn these martial arts, but to verify each other with his own martial arts and learn by analogy.

Half a month later, Zhang Wuji left Shaolin Temple with only the Yi Jin Jing.

This is the only martial arts that he can see in Shaolin Temple.

Strictly speaking, Yi Jin Jing can no longer be counted within the scope of martial arts.

This is a physical training method that can also be practiced in the innate realm.

Although Zhang Wuji is a swordsman, he can increase his defensive power without too much effort...

What Zhang Wuji didn't expect was that the spiritual realm discovered by Shaolin Temple turned out to be a ruined temple deep in Songshan Mountain.

As the aura revived, this ruined temple revealed its divinity more and more.

Especially the headless Buddha in the middle of the ruined temple. After Zhang Wuji entered the ruined temple, he even felt that his mana was faintly suppressed.

Here, Zhang Wuji finally knew what Du'er's last killing move was called.

This technique is called Buddha's Sigh, and it is recorded under the Buddha's seat. It can condense one's energy and energy into one sigh, and its lethality is extremely terrifying.

This kind of power, like Zhang Wuji's sword energy, belongs to the mysterious category, and it is not something Zhang Wuji can understand now.

It's a pity that this technique must be practiced in Buddhism before it can be used, Zhang Wuji has no chance to learn it.

To be honest, even if he could learn it, he would not learn it.

What he dislikes the most is this kind of tactic of dying together, isn't it good for him to live well?

Zhang Wuji's motto is that it is better to live than to die....

After checking here, Zhang Wuji had no choice but to find that it seemed to be a spiritual realm specially prepared for Buddhist disciples.

Buddhist monks practice here and understand Buddhism with half the effort. Other monks, especially sword cultivators like him, feel uncomfortable here.

It seems that the Buddha naturally disliked sword repair.

Zhang Wuji had no choice but to destroy this place casually, turned around and returned to Kunlun Mountain.

(End of this chapter)