Ye Wushuang looked at everyone's bodies ready to move, and the wind blew under his feet and attacked everyone.
Seeing this, the people around them drew their weapons and rushed forward. Within half an hour, three more people died, and there was no sound again.
Anger, killing, coldness and fear filled this land. Ye Wushuang was covered in blood, as frightening as a Rakshasa walking out of hell.
A Niu looked at Ye Wushuang, whose eyes were red, and suddenly screamed secretly. If Ye Wushuang fell into madness because of this, it would be the biggest fear in the world. The unparalleled swordsmanship, especially the unparalleled swordsmanship that contains the true meaning of Buddhism, is not afraid of anything. Feel.
Therefore, preventing Ye Wushuang from continuing to kill is the best way to prevent him from entering the killing hell. However, Ye Wushuang, who had already fallen into the middle of the killing, was several times faster than ordinary people. Even A Niu used the movement skills taught by Old Man Qiufeng to barely catch up with him.
Killing and death take place here.
The few remaining men in black still could not escape Ye Wushuang's sword despite A Niu's obstruction, and eventually became the souls under Ye Wushuang's sword.
When King Kong is angry, he will only kill but not cross. The Buddha was angry and his blood flowed across the river.
However, this world is not only filled with the wrath of King Kong and the wrath of the Buddha, but also the hells that are not empty, and people who swear not to become Buddhas.
At this time, Ye Wushuang had been completely controlled by the killing, and even in his eyes, the escorts of Changfeng Escort Bureau had become his targets for killing. Those eyes that were as red as blood made everyone tremble with fear.
"Everyone, come behind me." A Niu said loudly, looking at Ye Wushuang who was already going crazy.
After the sound of huffing and puffing, everyone was blocked by A Niu and confronted Ye Wushuang.
A Niu looked at Ye Wushuang anxiously and shouted loudly: "Ye Wushuang, there is an end to King Kong's anger. You must not be blinded by killing."
But at this time, Ye Wushuang was like a wild beast, making a roaring sound from his mouth. A Niu secretly screamed something bad, and shouted: "You all protect yourselves." He also drew his sword and fought with Ye Wushuang.
The two fought fiercely, and Ye Wushuang became more and more courageous as they fought, as if they were tireless. And A Niu also gradually retreated due to lack of physical strength. From the beginning, he was able to suppress one side, then to barely suppress, and then to a draw.
Later, A Niu felt more and more powerless. Because Ye Wushuang's power has surpassed his own.
"Amitabha."
Just as Ye Wushuang's long sword was about to pierce A Niu's chest, a Buddhist chant suddenly sounded, and only a faint sound was heard. A monk spread out Ye Wushuang's long sword with his fingers.
A Niu also took the opportunity to hide aside and looked at the monk who was confronting Ye Wushuang.
The monk is about fifty years old, but his Buddha statue is solemn and solemn. Although there are traces of the passage of time on his face, it already exudes a gleaming light.
He looked at Ye Wushuang's eyes as red as blood and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, wake up, idiot."
I felt a breath, a breeze blowing by, and the old monk's fingers were already touching Ye Wushuang's eyebrows.
The long sword in Ye Wu's hands also fell to the ground with a clang. He was standing straight there, his eyes wide open and a little distracted.
Aniu looked at Ye Wushuang's changes and breathed a sigh of relief, but the hand holding the knife did not relax at all.
Another quarter of an hour passed, and Ye Wushuang still showed no sign of waking up. The golden Buddha light radiating from the old monk's body formed a sharp contrast with the red blood light radiating from Ye Wushuang's body. On one side is peace like a spring breeze, on the other side is fear, as cold as the cold winter months.
This is a battle between realm realms. The red light emanating from Ye Wushuang suppresses the golden light from the old monk.
Seeing that the golden light was about to be swallowed up by the red light, the old monk still persisted. Gradually, the golden light began to counterattack.
When Ye Wushuang saw this, he roared angrily, and the company's light regenerated and he fought back. However, the old monk remained as calm as the breeze, with a smile on his face, clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, idiot, wake up quickly."
The old monk's voice sent out ripples around him like morning bells and evening drums. When everyone heard the sound, they felt like a spring breeze and felt peaceful in their hearts. Ye Wushuang also became more angry. The red aura turned into a long sword and shot towards the old monk. The monk was unhurried, still maintaining the faint golden light around him.
Gradually, Ye Wushuang finally began to show signs of decline. No matter how it broke out, when he was finally exhausted, the old monk was still not in a hurry. No matter how much Ye Wushuang attacked, the old monk could easily resolve it.
One night passed, and when it dawned the next day, the two were still at a stalemate, but this time the golden light had surrounded the red light, but it was Ye Wushuang who persisted in it. The blood-red light flashing in his eyes showed Ye Wushuang's anger and unwillingness.
"Chier, wake up quickly."
The old monk's bell-like voice came again, and finally the red light exploded with a crash, and was completely swallowed up by the golden Buddha light. Ye Wushuang vomited blood and passed out.
The old monk had quick eyes and quick hands. He quickly stepped forward to pick up Ye Wushuang and slowly placed him on the ground. A Niu and others stepped forward and bowed to the old monk.
"Thank you, Master." A Niu said with his hands clasped together.
"Amitabha, you are so polite, young knight. This Ye Wushuang is a lay disciple of Lao Na." The old monk recited the Buddha's name and said.
A Niu heard the sound and asked, "Is the master the Master Yuanfa from Shaolin Temple?"
"It's Lao Monk. How did the young hero know about it?" Monk Yuan Pharaoh asked.
A Niu smiled slightly and said: "Brother Ye once told me about his deeds. In the early years, he once studied Buddhism with a master in the Shaolin Temple. The master's name was Yuan Fa. There are rumors in the world that Mr. Huaigui is currently in the Shaolin Temple. Study Buddhism and learn from Master Yuankong.”
Monk Yuan Pharaoh looked at A Niu talking, but he was filled with admiration in his heart. He also saw the withered yellow handle of the knife at his waist and said, "Young hero, are you a disciple of Old Man Qiufeng?"
When A Niu heard this, his face lit up and he said, "Master, do you know my master?"
Monk Yuan Pharaoh looked a little downcast when he heard this. He glanced at Ye Wushuang who was in a coma and said, "Oh, the Yue Qiufeng in front of me was once a magnificent person, but it's a pity that he was possessed by a demon."
A Niu was puzzled. He looked at Pharaoh Yuan and asked, "Master, why did you say this?"
Zhang Wenxiang and Lao Mo, who were sitting on the side, also came over curiously and looked at Monk Yuan Pharaoh, eagerly waiting for him to continue.
The old monk looked at A Niu with some surprise and asked, "Didn't your master show any symptoms of madness?"
A Niu scratched his head, thought and recalled: "No, in my impression, Master always looks cheerful. But there is a strange thing about Master. Master taught me how to practice swordsmanship, but Master's left hand Never hold a knife."
"If you don't hold the knife in your left hand, what about your right hand?" Lao Mo heard the sound and came forward to ask.
A Niu looked at Lao Mo and replied, "Master doesn't have a right hand."
"You don't have a right hand?" Monk Yuan Pharaoh asked, looking a little surprised.
After the battle with him at Duanfeng Cliff, both of them were seriously injured. He clearly remembered that Yue Qiufeng's arm was intact at that time. How could he not have his right hand now?
