Xiaobai Wandering the World of Martial Arts

Shunzhi ignored Ah Jiu, turned his head to look at Bai Ziyang and said, "Master, the previous emperor has repeatedly reminded me that the Great Qing is the destiny of heaven, so why should you change your fate against the sky and go against the heavens?"

"you……"

Bai Ziyang stopped Ah Jiu's long sword, and said with a smile: "Just now they said that the Buddha would punish me, look at them again."

Shunzhi looked back at the Shaolin monks, and Bai Ziyang continued, "What did you see?"

Shunzhi shook his head, and Bai Ziyang continued, "It's a dead statue, you have it too, the Aixinjueluo clan also has it, and the Manchus also have it. Bai Ziyang raised his sword to kill the Buddha, picked up the sword to destroy the sky, you call the sky down to see, it will won't die!"

Shunzhi tremblingly said: "You want to destroy my Manchu?"

"Shouldn't it be destroyed?" Bai Ziyang said with a smile and turned around, and then said: "Hand over the forty-two chapters on your body, or the whole body will be left for you."

A flash of surprise flashed in Shunzhi's eyes, and then quickly disappeared. Death Will said: "I don't know what the young master is talking about, and Xing Chi doesn't know what the forty-two chapters are."

"Really?" Bai Ziyang took a step forward, pointed at the center of his brow, and blurted out a mysterious voice: "Where is the forty-two chapters?"

Shunzhi's eyes suddenly lost their brilliance, they were gray and black, and he said blankly: "Meditate under the futon in my wing."

Retracting his index finger and smiling lightly, looking at the terrified Shunzhi, Bai Ziyang said coldly: "You can do whatever you want, don't let him die too cheaply, remember the Han blood in his hands!"

Ah Jiu, who didn't know what the forty-two chapters were, didn't think about it any more, his eyes were so cold that they could freeze, as the sword light flashed, there was a heart-piercing cry of pain.

The cold light shone brightly, blood flew, dozens of swords were stabbed out, hundreds of swords were stabbed, eyes, ears, mouth and nose were full of holes, blood spurted out, and after a few breaths, Shunzhi had no more blood to flow out.

It looks miserable, like a ghost from hell.

The second emperor of the Qing Dynasty was so dead that he couldn't die anymore.

"Amitabha... My Buddha is merciful!"

"Amitabha!"

Hui Cong took the lead, called the Buddha at the Daokou, and all the monks echoed in unison, only to hear Hui Cong say again: "Benefactor Bai has fulfilled his wish, can you go down the mountain and leave? Since then, Shaolin has closed the temple and closed the mountain, and is no longer involved in the affairs of the Jianghu!"

Bai Ziyang shook his head and said: "I have let Shaolin go time and time again, but Shaolin has remained the same for many years!"

As soon as the words came out, Ah Jiu regained his mind, with the long sword in front of him, the Shaolin monks looked at the silver-haired young man in amazement, obviously shocked, palpited, and trembling by his words!

"I have been lying on the Songshan Mountain for thousands of years, and I have traveled a few times in the sea for a hundred years; I know the pain with my ears and eyes closed, but I don't know how to kill Buddha and God with books and swords."

"The sword rises and the sword falls to the world, and the dust returns to the dust and the yellow spring all the way!"

Drunken and ecstasy, his voice is incomparably beautiful, but his tone is very cold and heartless, which makes people tremble.

Shocked physically and mentally, everyone looked at him in disbelief, their eyes cracked...

Wherever his eyes are, there is a sense of helplessness that makes people feel like "man is a knife, I am a fish"!

Hui Cong shouted in horror: "Fix the formation!"

Bai Ziyang said calmly: "Look carefully at my sword skills, whether you can realize a sword depends on your luck!"

Ah Jiu, who was about to do something, stood still, and stared at Bai Ying with a pair of wonderful eyes!

The white shadow is faint, ethereal and uncertain; flesh and blood are flying, and the cold light can change the sky!

Bai Ziyang's figure was indistinguishable, as if he had completely melted into the clouds and disappeared, killing people with a sword made Ah Jiu hallucinate, seeing the scene he feared the most, and also saw the most beautiful scene in life.

The rushing and killing were endless, but there was no scream, and every sword of his did not bring pain to the dead.

The wonderfulness, sharpness, accuracy, and detachment of the swordsmanship are as if in a painting or a dream, which is not real at all!

Endless colors, endless variegation, endless scarlet, endless blood, endless death!

The killing was endless, all the formations in Shaolin were like thin paper under his sword, they could be broken with one barrel, and opened with one stroke.

The Shaolin monks, headed by the Four Great Vajras of Huicong, rushed around Bai Ziyang, constantly making moves in their hands, regardless of whether the move hit the opponent or not, and walked away with one blow, one up and one down, the five of them divided into five directions Hit, it is a well-practiced formation.

But every blow they hit is empty, and every time they walk, they will receive a sword. Their martial arts are also good, they only lost their arms but not their lives, but they are still dead.

Shaolin is beyond redemption, the overflowing sword energy cuts through the ancient clock, and the sword light soaring into the sky disintegrates the treasure hall.

……

As the sun set and the evening was beautiful, a man and a woman walked down Shaoshi Mountain, and found Zhenghuang Qi's forty-two chapters in a wing room in the backyard. Ah Jiu didn't ask much.

Shaolin's ancient treasure temple has disappeared since today, and there are no more teenage monks or escaped monks in the temple.

Fortunately, the Buddhist scripture pavilion is still there, but whether Shaolin can revive the mountain gate is not a problem that Bai Ziyang should worry about.

The white robes fluttered, and they came here, and there were still the three people in the gazebo. After seeing Ajiu, Aqi and Ake shouted happily: "`〃Master!" Eighteen woke up with a start.

Mao Shibaweng said in a low voice, "Mister is back, where shall we go next?"

Bai Ziyang said: "Yunnan is looking for Wu Sangui!"

Hearing this, Princess Nine's heart moved, she looked at Bai Ziyang a little bit hesitant to speak!

With Bai Ziyang by her side, the ninth princess turned her head to look at the two disciples and asked, "Why are you two here?"

Aqi and Ake looked at each other, and Ake said timidly: "The two of us were a little worried about Master, so we came here."

Aqi stood up and said, "Master, I brought my junior sister here!"

Bai Ziyang's ethereal (good king is good) voice came...

"Akor, if I guessed right, she should be Li Zicheng's daughter, not Wu Sangui's daughter. Li Zicheng died at my hands, so it can be said that there is no hatred between you and her. You should teach you. If you want to say hatred, it is her. for me."