The Global Human Body: Starting with Tom the Swordsman

"Hey, kid, don't touch it!"

Seeing this, the monk selling swords frowned.

Just as he was about to reach out to stop the kid, he suddenly stopped in his tracks when he felt a sharp object touch his body.

A bamboo sword had appeared at the Adam's apple of his neck at some point, as long as he moved forward a little bit, the tip of the sword would pierce his throat.

"do not move."

The voice of the young man who bent down to caress the flying sword was very cold, so cold that the vendor had no doubt that the sword would pierce his throat in the next second.

"I, I don't move."

The monk selling swords gave the military salute with both hands, stiff and motionless.

Seeing this, the monks around the stall were a little curious.

This kendo club is organized by several major sword sects. How dare this young man make trouble here?

Bai Wu's hand slowly touched the six flying swords.

He is familiar with them all.

They were also familiar to him.

Back then, in order to determine what kind of flying sword he wanted to forge, the brothers lent him the swords of every senior brother.

Sensing his breath, the swords of the six flying swords glowed with spiritual light, flickering and extinguishing, like a candle in the wind, conveying deep sorrow.

The onlookers were amazed.

How did this boy arouse the remaining spirituality of these flying swords?

But in the next second, they understood.

Bai Wu carefully embraced the six flying swords in her arms, then stood up and stared at the monk:

"Let me ask you, how did the flying swords of my brothers appear in your hands?"

That's it!

Hearing the young man's words, the surrounding sword cultivators immediately understood.

No wonder these flying swords reacted to the boy!

The onlookers understood, but the sword seller felt that he was about to die under the young man's eyes.

With sweat on his forehead, he gritted his teeth a little nervously and said:

"I picked it up on the battlefield. If this... Fellow Daoist, you want these flying swords, please, please exchange them with six three-level monsters."

"These are all flying swords from other masters. How can you continue to ask for the price? Just give some compensation."

"That's right, do you think this friend's sword is not good?"

A sword cultivator said.

The land where sword cultivators died in battle against demons should have returned to the sect with the flying sword soul, why do you want to pay more.

Difficulty appeared on the vendor's face, but he still refused to let go.

Bai Wu looked at the vendor who was only a cultivator in the first realm, and realized that this was just a small person who was pushed in front of the stage, and he didn't dare to make decisions in private.

So he put away the bamboo sword stuck to his Adam's apple.

"I took these flying swords away. The monster you want, let the people behind you come to Jianshou Peak to find me. I am Bai Wu of Jianshou Peak."

"Sword Head Peak?"

Someone repeated without a sound.

This young man is from Jianshou Peak, but isn't there only one female swordsman on that peak?

Moreover, if he is from Jianshou Peak...

"Aren't these flying swords the flying swords of Jianshou Peak disciples?"

Someone made a guess.

"Friend Daoist, you want to take away these flying swords with just one sentence. Who knows if what you said is true or not. We have never heard of the existence of Baiwu in Jianshou Peak."

At this time, a monk wearing a moon-white monk's robe came to the side of the stall and said righteously.

"It wouldn't be too late if you gather all six monsters first, and then you can exchange them. Anyway, this swordsmanship society will exist for a long time."

"People from the Pure Land Temple?"

Bai Wu looked at the monk's moon-white monk's robe, her eyes fixed.

"Of course."

The monk nodded.

"However, you are a big reward for the bull devil."

The murderous intent accumulated in Bai Wu's heart for an unknown period of time was completely uncontrollable when he saw this person from the Pure Land Temple, and exploded loudly.

With a flash of sword light, the monk hadn't finished nodding, his whole head fell forward with the nodding, and then his body fell to the ground.

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother!"

Several monks in the same clothes flashed out and appeared beside the fallen monk.

All the people present were staring at this scene in astonishment, at Bai Wu, a young cultivator.

He actually beheaded the people of Jingtu Temple in public? ! !

There is only one thought in their minds at the moment:

Something big happened! !

With a thought, Bai Wu put the bamboo sword against the neck of the sword-selling cultivator again, and asked in a concentrated voice:

"Is the person who asked you to sell the sword here the person from the Pure Land Temple?"

Hesitation just appeared on the face of the monk selling swords, and his eyes wanted to look at the people in Jingtu Temple.

"I advise you to think it over before answering."

The cultivator suddenly became excited, and said quickly:

"Yes Yes!"

The disciples of the Jingtu Temple were all killed by this master, so why did he persist.

What kind of life does one hundred spirits play with money a day.

"You dare to kill my disciple of the Pure Land Sect!"

The three disciples of the Pure Land Temple glared at the white mist.

However, they didn't dare to act rashly. If this person could kill his senior brothers who were almost the same as them with one sword, he would certainly be able to kill them with one sword.

"Not only did I kill, I also wanted to kill them all."

There was a cold smile on Bai Wu's face, and the eyes that looked at the three of them were dead.

As soon as the expressions of the three of them changed, they were about to turn around and leave.

Unfortunately it was too late.

Jian Guang threaded the needles in the crowd, strung the eyebrows of the three of them precisely like a string of candied haws, without any deviation!

But in the blink of an eye, the three second-level Jingtu Temple disciples had lost their vitality, and blood mixed with brain fluid flowed out from the hole between their eyebrows.

The people gathered around hurriedly avoided, for fear of being affected a little bit.

More and more people came to the market after hearing the news. Seeing this scene, they couldn't help but look at Bai Wu in shock.

Where is this ruthless person who jumped out and killed four Pure Land disciples in a row!

"Zhao Ying, let's go back to the mountain!"

Bai Wu greeted Zhao Ying in the crowd, and then walked towards Jianshou Peak step by step, holding the flying swords of her seniors.

The crowd automatically separated from each other, watching the white mist leave.

Seeing Zhao Ying beside Bai Wu, people who have been here for a long time believe that what Bai Wu said earlier is not a lie, he is really from Jianshou Peak!

Those flying swords are really the flying swords of Jianshou Peak disciples!

Doubts arise in their hearts:

Why are these flying swords being sold by the disciples of the Pure Land Temple?

Where did this white mist come from? Jianshou Peak disciples, why have they never heard of it before?

This white mist didn't even ask, even beheaded the four disciples of the Jingtu Temple, and had to return to Jianshou Peak after beheading. Isn't he afraid of incurring the wrath of Vajra from the Buddhist sect of the Jingtu Temple?

Puzzling, but they know:

A big event that pierced the sky happened today!

The news spread like lightning in the bazaar, and the whole bazaar was turbulent for a while, and the voices of people were loud!

Chapter 193 Elder Faxun wait a minute, life is precious!

On the way back to Jianshou Peak, news spread faster than their footsteps.

When the monks who heard the news saw that the two had actually returned to Jianshou Peak and had no intention of running away, they could only express their admiration for Bai Wu's courage.

As a major sect of Buddhism, Jingtu Temple has more than a dozen monks of the three realms, and there are even great monks of the four realms sitting in it.

How dare he? !

Many people's brains can't turn around.

Even Zhao Ying, who was following Bai Wu, was a little worried. This little uncle was too fierce, and he immediately killed four Pure Land sect members.

She likes Bai Wu's behavior style very much, but at this time, she should consider the safety of the little uncle.

When she expressed her worries, she only received a word of comfort from Bai Wu:

"Don't worry, I haven't really done it yet. It's not even sharpening a sword. Don't worry."

Haven't really done it yet?

Then what is the real action to do, to kill all the members of the Pure Land sect who came here today?

Zhao Ying didn't dare to question her, but just followed Bai Wu up the mountain.

"Xiaoying, go to boil water and make tea, there should be many guests coming to the door later, and I will catch up with the flying swords of my seniors."

Bai Wu swallowed the six flying swords.

"it is good!"

Zhao Ying now hopes that those sword cultivating sects can give some strength, so that this matter can be wiped out.

......

"Yuanku, how is your Ananda sword?"

In a quiet room under Qingshi Mountain, an old monk with a kind face looked at the young monk with a sad face in front of him, and asked aloud.

"Back to the Elder, now Ananda Sword has spirituality, but he has not drunk blood, it is difficult to become a climate, but I have already sent my junior brother to exchange for the corpse of a high-level demon, presumably during this kendo meeting, Ananda Sword will be able to take shape. "

"Well, yes, the temple has spent a lot of energy in cultivating your sword, I hope you will not disappoint the temple, and kill all the demons in the world with your sword.

This time the leader of kendo, Jianyimen can do it, Donghai Jianzhuang can do it, and my Pure Land Temple can do it too. "

The old monk's eyes were dim, and he was about to continue explaining something, when suddenly there was a noise outside the door.

A loud cry pierced the door of the quiet chamber:

"Elder Faxun, your disciples from the Pure Land Temple have been beheaded, please come out and take a look."

Hearing this voice, Yuan Ku's expression did not fluctuate, but the old monk Fa Xun's expression became gloomy.

Except for Yuanku, all the disciples brought here this time were disciples who were close to him. Bringing them here was just for gaining insight, but they were actually beheaded? !

Which disciple was beheaded?

And who is so bold?

He quickly opened the door, and saw the corpses of the four disciples neatly placed together, and even the severed heads were carefully fitted together.