"Did you bring the sword?"
The monk at the west head spoke first and asked.
"It's what's in hand."
Master Junyan from the east office said, "What about you, have you brought it?"
The monk raised the red-gold sword in his hand, his eyes were like an owl, and said solemnly: "I brought my life and sword."
Junyan nodded and said in a deep voice: "Well, no matter who of us loses today, we must keep our lives and swords."
The monk is the Situ Zhuxiang nicknamed "Golden Sword Buddha".
The sword in his hand is the "Gold Ingot", one of the top ten divine swords.
That handsome, well-dressed man with a high status was Wang Pei, nicknamed "Liu Li Jianhou", the eldest son of Wang Chixia, the current master of the Supreme Sword Palace.
A fight that determines both victory and death is about to begin. At this moment, what is the young master of the Sword Palace, who grew up with a golden key in his mouth, thinking in his mind?
"Can't lose, can't lose, can't lose..."
At this moment, Jianhou Wangpei has been reciting these three words silently in his heart, over and over again.
He began to practice swordsmanship when he was four years old. He vowed to be loyal to the sword and to stand, sit and lie down in filial piety, all related to the sword.
I have endured thirty times of cold and heat to achieve my current state. How can I lose here to this guy who has only practiced swordplay for three years?
Half a month ago, he almost dried up his saliva before he persuaded his father, Wang Chixia, to lend him the divine sword called "Exiled Immortal".
After the "Autumn Thieves" battle in the past, the Sword Palace spent ten years of hard work to create the strongest sword in order to wash away the shame of Wang Qinghong breaking the formation and losing the sword.
Now, how could he cause the entire Sword Palace to lose face again because of his defeat in one battle?
Wang Pei had been looking forward to it for countless years, but finally looked forward to the day when his uncle Wang Qinghong began to close the "Death Gate" and his father was promoted to the master of the Sword Palace. He finally became the true young master and future master of the Sword Palace, Wan Li. Pengcheng was waiting for him ahead, how could he risk his precious life?
Why can't we lose?
There are three reasons.
First, I don’t want to lose my face.
Secondly, he did not want to lose the face of Jian Palace.
Third, I don’t want to die.
It took a lot of effort for me to have everything I have now. If I lose, everything will be lost!
Wang Pei stared at the burly monk standing at the west end of the roof, holding the silver-white divine sword to banish the immortal in his hand, and kept reciting the three words "cannot lose" in his heart.
"You are timid."
The giant sword-wielding monk named Situ narrowed his eyes and slowly uttered these three words.
"What?!"
Wang Pei's brows immediately raised, and there seemed to be fire in his eyes. He raised his voice and shouted angrily: "What the hell are you talking about? I am the young master of the Supreme Sword Palace, how can I be timid before fighting?!"
Situ Zhuxiang chuckled and said with a sinister look on his face: "Although it was only for a moment, I did capture your 'cowardice'. It's just because the sword intent attached to your sword is too strong, so the cowardice in your heart is It will be especially obvious..."
After a moment of pause, the bearded monk then uttered a heart-wrenching sentence.
"You are not worthy of the sword in your hand."
What a shame!
For a swordsman, there are no words more humiliating than this.
More than ten years ago, before the "open door" was taken away by others, Wang Qinghong, the former master of the Sword Palace, also said the same thing to Wang Pei.
He was not worthy of using the strongest sword that had been made in the Sword Palace for fifty years.
At that time, due to his inferior status and for the sake of a bright future... he endured it.
This endurance lasted more than ten years!
But now, the Divine Sword has been thrown away, and the most powerful forged sword in the Sword Palace in the past ten years, "Exiled Immortal", is clearly in his hand.
Why is it still not worthy?
Why? !
This extraordinary young master of the Supreme Sword Palace, his eyes were red at this moment, and he let out a sad and sharp roar, like the roar of an angry lion.
The roar reached the bottom of the Star Reaching Building, and a thought flashed through the minds of everyone watching the battle.
The person standing on the top of the building is not a "person", but a terrifying beast that drinks blood!
Situ Zhuxiang saw that he was talking nonsense and his breathing became fast and short. He thought that his provoking method had a significant effect. He laughed secretly in his heart and said: "Oh, this guy's mentality is already so unstable before the war begins." , how can such a restless guy defeat me...what?!"
The hair on Situ Zhuxiang's body exploded, and his pupils suddenly dilated.
Just because he saw a dazzling and brilliant white light, blasting towards his face.
"It's Jianmang!"
Someone downstairs exclaimed.
It was Wang Pei, who was standing at the east end, who took action first!
Wang Pei's breathing became rapid just now. In fact, he was using the secret technique of the Sword Palace "Dragon Breath Technique" to infuse the true energy into various acupoints in the body as quickly as possible, and then used the "Undead Technique" to turn the sword into a sword. Mang, seize the opportunity to take the lead.
Situ Zhuxiang's method of motivating generals did work, but it was more counterproductive.
His extremely insulting words successfully aroused Wang Pei's inner dignity as a swordsman monk.
At this moment, Wang Pei, who had a sword in his hand, could no longer tolerate anything else in his heart.
He forgot about the sword that he had been practicing hard for thirty years.
He forgot that there was still shame in the Sword Palace waiting for him to wash away.
He forgot that he was the noble young master of the Sword Palace.
He forgot that he might lose this battle, he might die, he might lose his life...
Right now, there was only one thing left on his mind.
That's "win"!
The mentality changes from "cannot lose" to "win". It seems that there is not much change, but in fact it is very different.
People who cannot lose will think about losing.
People who just want to win, in their hearts, win is the only thing left.
In this battle, Wang Pei had no other thoughts but to win!
"Oh--"
The giant monk, Situ Zhuxiang, was over fifty years old and had experienced numerous massacres in his life. However, it was the first time in his life that he had seen such an extremely fast, murderous, and unconventional thrust. .
Unexpectedly, he cried out.
Situ Zhuxiang tried his best to turn his head and just managed to avoid Wang Pei's sword.
The extremely sharp white light swiped past the right side of his face, making a harsh cracking sound, as if a high explosive exploded.
"This kid is awesome!"
Situ Zhuxiang secretly screamed sincerely. Although he had the "Golden Seal Dharmakaya" protection taught by Zen Master Fudo, he no longer dared to underestimate the enemy, so he hurriedly poured the true energy into both arms, formed the Buddhist Vajra Seal in one hand, and melted the true spirit in the other. Qi enters the golden ingot of the divine sword Zheng
Looking up from the bottom of the building, I saw that he was holding a huge golden shield in his left hand, and an equally huge golden sword in his right hand, as brilliant as the golden sun in his hand.
The holy light shone brightly, directly overshadowing the thousands of lights in the entire building, as if a god was descending to earth!
There is no longer any fear of death in Wang Pei's heart, and he is not afraid at all.
