If both of them refuse to stop at this moment, then Li Ye's sword will cut Ye Wuya in two, and Ye Wuya's long sword will pierce Li Ye's heart, piercing his opponent with one sword.
Li Ye's sword was still slashing down, still slashing towards Ye Wuya, with the urge to die together, he vowed to die with Ye Wuya.
Ye Wuya's sword showed no intention of stopping and stabbed Li Ye indifferently.
Li Ye and Ye Wuya were both gambling at this time.
Bet on your own life and bet on the other person's life.
Bet that the other party will spare his life.
...
Looking into Ye Wuya's sinister and indifferent eyes, Li Ye confirmed that even though he was the servant of the second young master in the imperial city, he could still fight for him.
Because he was bound to win, he had no choice but to give in.
Li Ye's sword force suddenly changed, and he blocked the Ruoshui sword in front of his chest with his backhand. He felt that Ye Wuya wanted to pass through his chest with a sword. Since he saw through it, he naturally couldn't do what he wanted.
This was purely an intuition he had cultivated through countless practices at the bottom of the Tianshan Mountains and in mountain torrents. He came to an instinctive conclusion without thinking, and then raised his sword to seal his chest.
Ye Wuya broke through the waves in the stream, his body was like a fish, and the iron sword stabbed Li Ye's chest, and hit Ruoshui Jian's sword hard, making a crisp sound.
If a shining light shines on the water sword, it is not the dazzling light emitted by the sword body in the breath of this world.
The Ruoshui sword in Li Ye's hand was hit hard, and there was a feeling of distress in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spurted on Ye Wuya's face.
Just when Ye Wuya's iron sword stabbed Ruoshui's sword body, a small sword quietly emerged from the stream and stabbed out from behind him silently, stabbing into Li Ye's right arm with a "chi" sound. .
Li Ye groaned, and the formless Dharma body came out majesticly from his body, covering his chest and abdomen, forming a circular protective Qi all over his body. He threw out the Ruoshui sword in his hand, threw himself down in the stream and vomited. Several mouthfuls of blood.
He fell heavily into the stream, and a bloody hole appeared in his right arm. If the Wuxiang Dharmakaya hadn't been so powerful, his right hand would have been cut off by the small sword.
Ye Wuya stood in the stream a few feet behind Li Ye. Li Ye's Ruoshui sword stabbed him with several wounds on his body, and the wounds on his waist and abdomen were oozing blood.
In an instant, the soaked black robe was soaked again, and then dripped into the creek at his feet.
Li Ye pressed his hand on the bloody hole on his right arm and looked at Ye Wuya behind him, feeling a little cold in his body.
Ye Wuya looked at him gloomily, thinking that he never expected that the seemingly weak Li Ye could have such fighting power, and almost risked his life in the cold stream.
"You don't have the sword in your hand, how can you fight with me! Just die." After saying that, Ye Wuya put his foot down hard, jumped up from the creek, raised the iron sword in his hand, and slashed at Li Ye fiercely. .
At this time, Li Ye was no match for Ye Wuya in terms of swordsmanship or realm. He only had the advantage in terms of physical strength and strength.
He could only rely on his own strength to resist Ye Wuya's fatal blow.
He did not dodge anymore, but faced the impact of Ye Wuya, using all his strength, he rushed into his arms.
This method is very bloody, but it is not uncommon in the world of cultivation. Li Ye, who was facing death, chose to use this method, and rushed into the arms of the powerful Nascent Soul in such a miserable way.
There was nothing wrong with Li Ye's choice, because his opponent today was Yi Jian Wu Xue Ye Wu Ya.
Li Ye lowered his head, shouldered it with his forehead, dug his feet into the gravel of the creek, kicked forward, and punched hard with his left hand.
This was the Fuhu Luohan Fist that he had practiced to perfection. The moment he rushed into Ye Wuya's arms, the fist of his left hand hit the wound in his abdomen heavily.
Ye Wuya inserted his left hand into the stream, used his left hand to roll again, raised it like lightning, and continued to slash at Li Ye in the stream with the iron sword in his hand.
...
Li Ye rolled over and avoided the sword.
The iron sword in Ye Wuya's hand swung again, piercing his back.
In the flash of lightning, Ye Wuya's iron sword stabbed Li Ye's back again.
Li Ye let out an angry and painful roar, and the fist he swung with his left hand became more powerful, hitting Ye Wuya's waist hard again, and blood flowed from the edges of his fingers.
Li Ye fell backwards in the stream tiredly, moved forward half a foot with difficulty, looked at Ye Wuya and said: "I admit that I am indeed no match for you, can you leave me a whole body so that Sir, he saw me clearly when he was collecting the body."
Ye Wuya said nothing, holding the iron sword and slowly approaching Li Ye.
He knew that he was already a lamb to be slaughtered at this moment, and there was no need to show mercy.
He grabbed Li Ye's hair with his left hand and held the iron sword in his right hand. He said coldly and ruthlessly: "Remember, the person who kills you has a bloodless sword!"
At this moment, a light rain suddenly began to fall in the clear sky. The raindrops hit Li Ye's head and Ye Wuya's iron sword.
Li Ye, who was caught in Ye Wuya's hand, said softly: "Why bother!"
Then, the iron sword across his neck fell into the cold stream with a thud.
Ye Wuya, who was holding his head, fell softly into the stream. A stream of blood spurted out from under him, instantly dyeing the water of the stream red...
When he fell, he struggled to utter two words: "Why bother!"
He could have gone back to Dongyu Mansion with Li Mingzhu, but in order to please his master, he came to the mountains behind the Great Buddha Temple to eradicate the weeds, which ended up costing his life.
With a look of pain on his face, Li Ye turned over Ye Wuya, who was lying in the stream, and saw a black wooden sword thrust into his chest.
Li Ye's long-planned sword not only pierced his heart, but also killed his Nascent Soul.
Ye Wuya opened his eyes wide with a look of disbelief, he could not figure it out even to the end of his life.
Gently pulling out the black wood sword, Li Ye shook his head and murmured: "Remember, the person who killed you is the sweeping monk of the Great Buddha Temple!"
Unexpectedly, the left-hand sword he accidentally practiced saved his life.
He stretched out his hand and touched Ye Wuya's body, and finally took off the ring from his hand. Holding the wooden sword in his hand, he slowly walked downstream, and finally found Ruoshui Sword in the stream.
Holding two swords in both hands, he walked back with difficulty, climbed up the mountain road step by step, and walked towards the small courtyard at the bottom of the mountain step by step.
At this time, he no longer had the strength to roar and asked his husband to come to the back mountain to find him. He could only return to the small courtyard before he fainted.
I'll leave the rest to Mr.
There was a trail of blood on the trail at the back of the mountain, which slowly disappeared under the wash of light rain.
...
When I opened the courtyard door, I saw that my husband was lighting a fire by the firewood shed and preparing to cook porridge.
Li Ye, covered in blood, looked at the stunned gentleman and grinned: "Sir, I killed someone."
After saying that, he fell softly into the husband's arms.
...
When he woke up again, his husband had wiped him clean, put on clean clothes, and was lying on his bed.
The gentleman frowned tightly and said coldly: "What's going on? Aren't you going to carry water from the back mountain?"
Li Ye looked at the bandaged wound and said with a wry smile: "One sword has no blood and no leaves are boundless. They are lying in wait by the creek in the back mountain and want my life."
The scholar sitting next to him was stunned and blurted out: "Why would he come to ambush you?"
The husband looked at him, shook his head and said, "You go over first, I'll have a conversation with Ye'er."
The scholar nodded and opened the door.
"Sir, please go and tell my old monk, I can't carry water, chop firewood, or sweep the floor of the Sutra Pavilion these days. Please go to the creek in the back mountain, where Ye Wuya's body is still lying."
"Did you kill him?" The gentleman was stunned.
"He said that only by killing me can the Lord of Dongxuan Domain give up and cooperate with the Second Young Master of the Imperial City." Li Ye said softly.
Mr. Hu's eyes were furious, and he said bitterly: "First, Li Mingzhu poisoned you, and then Ye Wuya took your life. It seems that the second master of the imperial city really doesn't take my master and apprentice seriously!"
"I told them yesterday that I'm not that easy to bully, but they didn't believe it."
Li Ye chuckled and said: "This thunder can't kill me, but a sword cultivator at the fifth level of Nascent Soul wants my life?"
The husband patted him on the shoulder and said, "You rest first. I'll go see Kuchan and then go to the back mountain."
Li Ye nodded and closed his eyes weakly.
At this time, he needs a lot of time to rest to let his wounds heal and regain his strength.
...
While sleeping, Li Ye felt a hand holding his wrist. When he opened his eyes, he saw the old monk Kuchan looking at him with an angry face.
"Disciple made master angry?" Li Ye was confused.
When the old monk saw Li Ye waking up, he immediately put on a kind smile.
Patting his hand, he said, "Master, how could I be angry with you? What I'm angry about is that these people actually brought evil into the Buddhist holy land for their own selfish purposes."
Li Ye smiled. "Maybe the presence of disciples makes some people feel uneasy and want to get rid of them."
The husband said: "Did you ask at that time whether Li Mingzhu instigated this matter?"
Li Ye shook his head and said, "It probably has nothing to do with Li Mingzhu. She came here just to break off the engagement, and then watched me lose my cultivation after drinking her poisonous tea. It should be the second son of the Imperial City who wants to win over the Lord of Dongfang Palace." Use your means."
The old monk sighed softly and chanted the Buddha's name: "Today's bad causes will bring bad consequences in the future. Take good care of your health, and don't worry about your homework in the temple."
The husband frowned and said, "Do you want to go back to the city to raise me? No one will take care of you here."
Li Ye smiled. "Don't tell my mother or my wife about this. I want to cultivate here. I have my own medicinal herbs and there is a dining hall in the temple for my convenience."
The old monk nodded and said: "The dining hall in the temple is convenient. When this happened, people in the Central Region probably wouldn't have thought of it. Let's just cultivate in the temple."
The husband nodded, pointed to the porridge on the table and said, "Do you eat it yourself, or should I feed it to you?"
Li Ye smiled and said, "I can't eat it now. My mouth is full of blood. I guess I won't have an appetite until tonight or tomorrow."
The old monk smiled, stood up and prepared to leave. He looked back at him and said, "That's fine. Every move and every moment of silence is cultivation."
The old monk walked out, and the husband gently closed the door.
During the battle with Ye Wuya in the creek, Li Ye was seriously injured. Not counting the sword wounds on his body, the main wound was on his right arm. Ye Wuya's feminine sword energy also caused his meridians to rupture. It was damaged, and he estimated that it would take him at least one to two months to heal.
He pulled the quilt and lay down, smiling bitterly:
Never kill in life
Will kill
will kill people
I didn’t expect that I would also be poetic in killing people.
