Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

No matter how strong a master is, he is different from a great master. Two great masters instead of one great master, it is obvious that Xuanji Sword Sect is playing it safe and has the intention to kill.

"Old Zhou, Xuanji Sword Sect is too bold, isn't it?"

"Hmm?" Zhou Aotian looked at a young man in blue.

The young man in blue said: "Think about it, this is the Vajra Courtyard. Although the monk Fakong has not been seen for a long time, they are the servants of the monk Fakong and the people of the monk Fakong. How can the monk Fakong remain indifferent if they are killed?"

"... Well, yes, they are the people of the monk Fakong." Zhou Aotian nodded slowly.

The other two young men in blue also nodded.

Basically everyone knows this.

There are many speculations about whether the monk Fakong actually took twelve women as his servants or whether there is any ambiguity or dirtiness.

The Buddhist Dharma in Dayun is in decline, and people do not have so much awe for the monks, and only regard them as monks.

Fakong is famous because he is said to have supernatural powers.

In their eyes, magical power is just a kind of martial arts.

They have not seen it with their own eyes, but only heard about it, so they are half-believing and half-doubting.

The blue-shirted young man said: "The monk Fakong destroyed the Yeyue Sect. No matter how strong the Xuanji Sword Sect is, can it destroy the Yeyue Sect?"

They all shook their heads.

Zhou Aotian snorted: "If they can destroy it, they would have destroyed it long ago. Not to mention the Xuanji Sword Sect, even the Wuchang Sword Sect may not be able to do it!"

"That's right." The blue-shirted young man said: "So I'm surprised, how dare they kill the nuns of the Vajra Courtyard, aren't they afraid of being killed by the monk Fakong?"

"Maybe what you hear is false, and what you see is true." Zhou Aotian frowned and said: "I don't think it may be true."

Another blue-shirted young man said: "I heard that they think the monk Fakong's magical power just restrains the Yeyue Sect, so they can succeed. If they deal with ordinary sects, they are not that strong."

"I see."

Everyone nodded suddenly.

Zhou Aotian shook his head and snorted: "Hey, they won't cry until they see the coffin."

"But these nuns are indeed in danger. Even if they can stop these two grandmasters, the Wuchang Sword Sect will not stand idly by." A young man in a blue shirt shook his head and said: "In the end, they will fall into the hands of the Wuchang Sword Sect."

They don't think Meng Qinghe and the others can stop the Wuchang Sword Sect.

They know the strength of the Wuchang Sword Sect.

"Alas!" Zhou Aotian shook his head: "This world!"

When he thought of the Wuchang Sword Sect, he was angry and desperate, frustrated and helpless.

The Wuchang Sword Sect has become his inner demon. He has been practicing and working hard for many years just to be able to severely damage the Wuchang Sword Sect one day.

But he knows how slim the hope is, it is almost impossible, and he is just overestimating his own abilities in vain.

No matter how strong he is, even if he reaches the top of the grandmaster, he still can't do anything to the Wuchang Sword Sect.

Not to mention that all the disciples of the Impermanence Sword Sect are extremely talented, far superior to himself, and their cultivation methods are profound, they get more help, and the environment for cultivation is better, none of which he has.

He worked hard, but the disciples of the Impermanence Sword Sect also worked hard, with good talents, good environment, and they worked hard.

What hope did he have to challenge the Impermanence Sword Sect?

Not to mention severely damaging the Impermanence Sword Sect, even if any master of the Impermanence Sword Sect came out, he would not be able to beat him.

Thinking of this, his face was gloomy, his heart was burning, he wanted to burn himself to ashes, and he wanted to destroy the world.

"Hey, look!" A blue-shirted young man hurriedly said.

They were on the roof of a room in the King Kong Courtyard, looking down at the situation below.

Meng Qinghe and the others knew that the four of them had no hostility, so they ignored them and let them watch. After killing someone, they could also ask them to help take the body away. After several times, they had formed a tacit understanding.

They looked intently.

Meng Qinghe's twelve women suddenly split into three groups, one with four people, two groups besieged the two grandmasters, and the other group stopped aside, forming seals with their hands and began to chant Buddhist mantras.

The two grandmasters' swordsmanship was amazing, their sword speed was extremely fast, and every time they swung their swords, the power contained in the swords was extremely powerful.

The fundamental difference between the peak of the master and the grandmaster is the difference in the Gangqi. The Gangqi of the grandmaster contains the power of the mind, and it is almost difficult for the master to eliminate the Gangqi of the grandmaster.

The fierce battle between the master and the grandmaster, even if it can be blocked for a short time, cannot last long. The Gangqi of the grandmaster in the master's body will continue to accumulate, the destructive power will become stronger and stronger, and eventually lead to collapse.

But the two grandmasters found that their four opponents were not injured or hesitant, and were not affected at all.

It was as if they could eliminate the power of the mind in their own Gangqi, which was equivalent to a fight at the same level.

The competition was still the exquisiteness of the swordsmanship and the depth of cultivation, rather than the crushing of the realm, and they couldn't win for a while.

Zhao Xiu'e and the other four had been casting the Heart Purification Mantra, which not only keeps the mind clear and calm, but also eliminates the mental power in the body.

So with the help of the Heart Purification Mantra, Meng Qinghe and the other eight could quickly eliminate the power of the Grandmaster.

The faces of the two Grandmasters became more and more gloomy.

One of them had a round face, with a smile on his face, rich and friendly, without any killing intent.

The other had a narrow horse face and a cold expression.

"Old Fang!" The middle-aged man with the horse face suddenly realized and sneered: "What a Buddhist mantra, deal with them first!"

The round-faced Grandmaster also realized.

They were able to withstand his energy because of the Buddhist spell. He left the four people around him, accelerated his body suddenly, and rushed towards Zhao Xiu'e and the other four who were casting spells.

Zhao Xiu'e and the other four did not dodge, but drew their swords to meet him.

The four women left behind by the round-faced grandmaster returned their swords to their sheaths, formed seals with their hands and began to cast spells.

"Hey!" The horse-faced middle-aged man snorted angrily.

If he left the four people around him and assassinated the four who cast spells, these four would cast spells.

So, with three against two, there would always be a group of people casting Buddhist spells to interfere, unless he quickly dealt with the four in front of him, and then dealt with the ones who cast Buddhist spells.

But the four in front of him were not so easy to deal with with the help of Buddhist spells.

So they fell into a stalemate.

"Damn it!" He was secretly angry.

If he had known this would happen, the three of them should have gone out together.

But there were only three grandmasters in the sect, and the remaining two grandmasters were not in Yunjing, but were playing outside the capital.

Of the three grandmasters, one must be left to guard the sect, lest someone takes advantage of the opportunity to raid the sect's residence.

Now it seems that these nuns cannot be dealt with, and there is no way to succeed in revenge.

"Retreat!" The horse-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Alas!" The round-faced middle-aged man said helplessly: "We can only retreat."

The two of them have exquisite swordsmanship. After all, they have practiced swordsmanship for decades and have mastered it. Not only did they not lose the upper hand under the attack of the four women, but they gained the upper hand, and the four women were overwhelmed.

The four women cooperated tacitly and had exquisite swordsmanship, but they still couldn't fully integrate it for a while, and they needed to keep sharpening.

The pressure of the grandmaster was an excellent sharpening for them, and their swordsmanship was improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The horse-faced middle-aged man and the round-faced middle-aged man both noticed this improvement, and their hearts sank slightly, and they felt it was difficult.

If this continues, they may not be able to suppress it, and with the remaining four, they can only escape.

Rather than waiting until then, it is better to withdraw now and wait for three or four masters to gather and destroy them in one fell swoop.

"Twelfth sister!" Meng Qinghe shouted.

"Yes!" The four women who were casting the Buddhist spell agreed, and suddenly changed their hand seals, but they could not make the mountain seal.

The horse-faced middle-aged man was about to withdraw, but his body suddenly stagnated.

"Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!" His eyes were wide open, and he was furious. In disbelief, four swords pierced his throat, heart, eyebrows and lower abdomen Dantian almost at the same time.

His unbelievable expression solidified on his horse face, and his angry eyes also solidified, and the divine light in his eyes quickly dimmed until it went out.

"Senior Brother Zhao!" The round-faced middle-aged man was suddenly shocked and angry.

His smile disappeared, and his round face turned ashen. He was about to cast the secret technique, but suddenly felt an overwhelming force added to his body, which fixed him in place, and his body stagnated.

Stagnated again, and again and again.

The four women who cast the immobilization spell had perfect tacit understanding and cast them one by one, not at the same time.

The first, second, third and fourth immobilization spells fell one by one, leaving him no room to escape.

The four swords pierced his forehead, throat, heart and lower abdomen at the same time, and the swords were drawn out of their sheaths at the same time.

Blood spurted out everywhere at the same time, and he stood there straight, already dead.

The most fatal was the sword at the forehead.

Zhou Aotian and the others stared with wide eyes, watching two great masters fall in a moment, dying under their swords.

"This..." Zhou Aotian and the others looked at each other, looking at each other, and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Previously, it was the two great masters who suppressed them and they were in danger, but they turned the tables in the blink of an eye and killed the two great masters instead.

The death of these two great masters is too strange, isn't it?

How could he suddenly freeze, let their swords pierce his body, and then die unwillingly?

There must be something behind this.

Meng Qinghe's voice rang out: "Captain Zhou, thank you for your help."

Zhou Aotian floated in front of Meng Qinghe, clasped his hands and said: "Master Yuanchun, this is the grandmaster of Xuanji Sword Sect, you..."

"Since they want to kill us, then we can only kill them, just in self-defense." Meng Qinghe chuckled and said: "Should we just surrender?"

"But..." Zhou Aotian scratched his head and said worriedly: "I'm afraid it won't be Xuanji Sword Sect that comes next time."

"Impermanence Sword Sect?"

"Yes."

"What do you think we should do?" Meng Qinghe looked at him touchingly: "Should we surrender and wait for death, or beg for mercy?"

"... Alas!" Zhou Aotian sighed: "It's better to ask the monk Fakong to come out and block it."

He didn't think they could stop the masters of the Impermanence Sword Sect.

The next time, the Impermanence Sword Sect will definitely send out a grandmaster, and not just one or two grandmasters, to kill them directly with an avalanche of force.

Although this action violates the imperial decree, the town patrol officer has no control over the four major sects, and can only watch obediently.

"Thank you, Captain Zhou." Meng Qinghe said softly: "We will do our best to fight and will never surrender."

"... Take care!" Zhou Aotian clasped his hands together and took away the two corpses.

His eyes were as bright as flames, and he wanted to fight side by side with them, but he knew that this was just suicide.

The Impermanence Sword Sect was about to kill the King Kong Villa.

The only way he could help was to notify Her Royal Highness the Twelfth Princess.