Even if he was beaten to death, he would not have expected that the general sent by Northern Qi would be the guy he hated the most.
The person who came to the wasteland was attracted by the wind every step of the way, and soon he stood only twenty feet away from Xiao Hei, standing there quietly.
A plain monk's robes rustled in the wind, and the expression on his face was like a vast lake, without saying a word.
"Senior, why did Northern Qi send a monk to challenge us?" Qingyu said softly. She knew that this battle was related to the morale of the armies of the two countries.
The old shopkeeper shook his head and said calmly: "All this is God's will. Let's take a look. Don't be nervous."
Even he didn't do it. When did the monks in this world become so powerful?
Xiao Hei had just killed a monk with a higher level of cultivation in front of Qingqing and Yan'er's mother's grave, when another guy with the same level of cultivation came in front of him.
Qingyu touched Yan'er's little head and said in a daze: "Why does your brother always have a monk who can't get along with him?"
When Yan'er heard this, she immediately clenched her fists and said, "If the monks try to wake up my mother, my brother will chop them down."
The old shopkeeper sighed, looked at Qingyu and said, "It's a long story. I'll let Xiao Hei explain it to you slowly when I return to the Imperial City."
Qingqing suddenly said: "Qingqing will protect her brother when she grows up."
Yan'er raised her head and glanced at her sister, then said, "Well, Yan'er is the same."
When it comes to relationships, Yan'er and Xiao Hei are very close. After all, before he entered the secret realm, he was still a little white wolf who liked to run outside. When he came out, he was already a little girl like his sister.
And she knew that all the credit was due to her brother.
Wearing a long robe like the night, Xiao Hei looked at the forty-year-old monk in front of him with a kind and thin face and sighed softly.
There is still an ordinary long sword on his waist, but his fighting spirit is sharper than the long sword.
Looking at his opponent not far away, he said quietly: "Where did the monk come from? Could it be that you are a general of the Northern Qi Dynasty? Can a person like this be born into the imperial city and serve as an official?"
Three questions, like soul torture, made the monk opposite him stunned and speechless for a moment.
Because he found that the young man in front of him was standing there with a sword, and he had become one with the world.
After a while, he came back to his senses and replied, "I come from Xinzhou Jinxiang Temple. When the two countries are at war, even monks have the responsibility to fight for the country."
The monk had his hands behind his back, and a long sword was also hanging on his waist. The spring breeze was blowing on his clothes, his face was still calm, but he was slashing at Xiao Hei with fighting intent.
The two strongest men of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Northern Qi Dynasty faced each other outside Dingzhou City.
Today's battle will be the most intense and peak battle before the two battles.
The monk looked at Xiao Hei with his hands clasped together and said, "A greedy monk and an idiot, dare I ask where the young master is from? Could it be that you are the general of Dingzhou City?"
Xiao Hei shook his head: "Seriously, I don't belong to Northern Qi or Zhou. It's just that the general of Dingzhou is a friend of mine. Monk, you can't bully a woman, right?"
"I'm Xiao Hei, and I'm here to fight you!" Xiao Hei asked coldly: "Determining the outcome?"
The Taoist monk was shocked when he heard this. Looking at the mortal-like young man in front of him, he couldn't help but clasp his hands and said in a deep voice: "The winner will be decided!"
Xiao Hei couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
He looked at him and said, "Monk Daoist, you are the most interesting monk I have ever seen. Originally, I...because of you, I could have a good fight with you."
The Taoist monk heard some meaning in Xiao Hei's words and couldn't help but laugh lightly.
He clasped his hands with Xiao Hei and said, "No matter whether I win or lose this battle, I will leave the Dingzhou battlefield. You should understand the significance of this battle between you and me."
Xiao Hei nodded and replied: "I am the same as you. Regardless of today's victory or defeat, from now on as long as the generals of Northern Qi do not use dirty tricks, I will never interfere with the affairs of both parties."
The Taoist monk didn't expect that Xiao Hei's realm was the same as his own, already transcending two dynasties, so he couldn't help but look at him with a high regard.
He looked at the sky and sighed: "I consider myself a detached person, but I didn't expect that the young master has the same feelings as me."
Xiao Hei shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't say nice things yet, swords have no eyes. If I accidentally hurt you later, I still hope Haihan."
This is the first time that Xiao Hei is willing to reason with a monk.
And it seems that the two of them should be life and death enemies.
He believed that if this guy knew that he had just beheaded three monks from Jinxiang Temple, he would not be able to fight against him.
However, for the Taoist monk's feelings, he decided to let him live.
if you can.
Thinking about the previous battle with Monk Jinxiang Temple, Xiao Hei couldn't help but ask: "Monk, do you want to limit your moves? Or should you just have fun?"
For Xiao Hei, the limited moves are to force him to fight hard.
And for a good fight, he can fight with his opponent freely without thinking about how many moves he used and whether he lost or not.
The Taoist monk shook his head and said: "How can you have fun with limited moves? Naturally, you can do whatever you want until one party admits defeat. How about that?"
When Xiao Hei heard this, he immediately clapped his hands and said, "Okay, I like your temperament."
The Taoist monk made a sound, pulled out the spiritual sword from his waist, and said to Xiao Hei: "Come to fight! Let me see your sword!"
Xiao Hei chuckled, slowly took the long sword out of its sheath and held it in his hand, and replied: "Come on."
The Taoist monk let out a long roar and swung the long sword in his hand towards the void in front of Xiao Hei.
Every time the sword was struck, it was like inserting a sword energy in front of Xiao Hei, trying to turn into a cage and envelop Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei was unwilling to be trapped, so he immediately used the simplest sword-drawing technique, and with a flicker of sword energy, he cut open the cage that was about to be formed.
He can draw his sword faster than a Taoist monk!
Before the opponent's sword energy cage could take shape, he chopped it through one by one.
At this time, the ground under his feet was under his control. Every sword struck by the Taoist Monk could not escape Xiao Hei's perception. He even felt that he could borrow the power of the ground under his feet.
The two simply exchanged a few moves, which caused the soldiers on both sides to roar loudly.
The soldiers on the wall of Dingzhou even slapped the swords in their hands so loudly that it resounded through the sky.
Seeing that the Taoist monk could not use the painted ground as a prison, he twisted his whole body in a strange posture and struck Xiao Hei with his sword.
The long sword was placed across his chest, and the tip of the sword was slightly facing Xiao Hei, as if a drop of blood was about to drip down, illuminating the monk's hand and the long sword in an extremely magical way.
At this moment, the Taoist monk is like a god and demon, and he has the mysterious power of Buddhism, just like the long sword in his hand represents two different powers.
The long sword struck out from the Taoist monk's hand and turned into a straight line, like a jet of black lightning, slashing towards Xiao Hei at extremely fast speed.
Xiao Hei's body arched like a cat with exploded fur, like a long bow in his hand that was bent like a full moon. The iron arrow suddenly left the string and shot out suddenly.
This time, Xiao Hei chose to attack the opponent actively!
The Taoist Monk's long sword came with a fierce momentum, blocking Xiao Hei's retreat and no longer allowing him to retreat, forcing Xiao Hei to fight with him.
The majestic true energy turned into a billowing sword energy and struck at the speed of lightning. If Xiao Hei was not careful, he might be seriously injured.
The two of them had different cultivation levels, so Xiao Hei had no choice but to step aside in an instant.
With a bang, a sword mark of several feet was cut behind him, and countless gravel and grass flew around. Although Xiao Hei escaped the fatal sword, there was a tearing sound, and the black shirt split instantly.
The two men were merciless, and their moves were killing moves.
This was a shocking battle that dazzled the armies of both sides.
Xiao Hei was scratched by the Taoist Monk's sword energy. When the rocks flew, a blood mark appeared on his chest. He was injured.
The Taoist monk's long sword condensed the power of Buddhist mantras and was indestructible. The sword light shot out from the tip of the sword, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed for a moment.
Xiao Hei did not dodge this move, but instead slashed out a Hidden Dragon in the Abyss and collided head-on with the Taoist monk's Buddhist sword.
For a moment, there was a clanging sound, sparks flew everywhere, the mountain shook and the ground shook, and the two of them fell back ten feet at the same time.
Whether it was the general of Northern Qi or Qingyu of Great Zhou, they all felt strong pressure from the two at this moment.
Although they could not understand the cultivation levels of Xiao Hei and Dao Chi Monk, they knew that the two people in front of them were definitely at the pinnacle.
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On the city wall, Qingyu couldn't hide her amazement as she watched this shocking battle. She felt that she had only left for a short time, and Xiao Hei's cultivation was even more terrifying than before.
"Sister Qingyu, can you stop that great monk?" Qingqing looked worried and asked, pulling her sleeves.
Qingyu sighed and replied quietly: "I can't beat that monk, he is an extremely good master."
Although she couldn't understand the Taoist monk's cultivation, but being able to tie with Xiao Hei, she knew that he was definitely not an ordinary person.
On the other side, the general of Northern Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, also paying attention to this battle.
A young man who seemed to have no spiritual energy was actually fighting with a Buddhist monk. In his opinion, this was simply an unbelievable thing.
Similarly, he also believed that Monk Dao Chi would never give in, because Monk Dao Chi was willing to fight on behalf of Northern Qi, which in itself made clear his position.
This is something that is beyond doubt.
More and more soldiers from both sides were watching. In this shocking battle, everyone wanted to know how powerful the monks on both sides had become.
"Conquer demons and eliminate demons!"
The Taoist monk slashed out his long sword, and a golden sword energy was like the scorching sun in the sky. The sword energy came through the air and cut a terrifying sword mark on the wasteland.
"The hidden dragon is in the abyss!"
Now that Xiao Hei has used the Shenlong Sword Technique, his sword is like a Shenlong, and the abyss is filled with astonishing murderous intent. He uses all his strength to slash the sword towards the opponent!
With a roar, the two swords slashed in the air, sending out two earth-shattering sword energy, like two different lightnings slashing together in the air.
For a moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the wind and sand flew wildly, and the green grass on the ground splashed several feet into the sky.
The two people in the air fell back several feet. Before Xiao Hei could stop, Dao Chi's figure had disappeared in an instant, and then he slashed at Xiao Hei with a killing sword.
On the city wall, Qingyu looked puzzled, looked at the old shopkeeper and asked: "Senior, why has Xiao Hei not come up with a special move?"
Back then, she had witnessed with her own eyes how Xiao Hei and the Imperial Master of Northern Qi fought tooth and nail. In her opinion, the monk in front of her was at most the same as the Imperial Master of Northern Qi.
As everyone knows, the Imperial Master of Northern Qi cannot compare with the Taoist monk in front of him.
After all, a cultivator who was only in the middle stage of distraction at the beginning, but the Taoist monk in front of him saw a peerless monk who had ascended to that threshold.
The old shopkeeper frowned and replied softly: "Xiao Hei probably won't fight him desperately. The strength of both of them cannot be underestimated. You didn't hear it before. The only difference between them in this battle is the winner."
"Is it just about winning or losing?"
Qingyu sighed softly and said quietly: "This is not the Xiao Hei I have in mind!"
At that moment, the sword light of Dao Chi in the battlefield condensed the meaning of the Buddhist mantra. The power of the sword was ready, and he had gathered the power of this world!
Looking at Xiao Hei, he said quietly: "I'm afraid you have no chance of winning with my sword."
After saying this, the momentum of the long sword changed again, and the momentum of the sword was even stronger than before. In the blink of an eye, the sword momentum of the autumn wind and autumn rain sweeping away the fallen leaves was transformed into the snow of the cold winter.
