Hou Shaozong suddenly sat on the top of the green bamboo, placed the bamboo sword in his hand across his knees, flicked the blade of the bamboo sword with his fingers, and made a soft moan, like the mountains and flowing water, ding dong ding dong...
"Senior Brother Xiaobai, do you want to practice swordsmanship?" Mu Yao suddenly asked.
Jiang Xiaobai was stunned and said, "Why should I practice that thing?"
"You will like it. After watching those city gods who secretly catch demons, you have to see the real monks fighting, catching and killing, and then you will understand what true freedom is in this world. You are still too young, so for the time being, you should I don't understand." Mu Yao said inexplicably, then showed a bright smile and said: "Actually, your Confucian magical powers are more pleasing to the eye. For example, the artistic conception in my father's paintings, tsk tsk, that is so chic, he In fact, he can trick more women into giving birth to babies for him, but he still falls in love with my mother, that monster, which is also a stupid thing."
"What's wrong? Now you admit that Bailu is your father?" Jiang Xiaobai asked.
"After being his mother for so long, I have to let him be his father for once, right? In fact, my happiest days were when I lay with gray hair in front of the two peach trees at the entrance of Xiao Changhe in Shenxian Town, scolding him, While watching his sword intent to mend this world."
"You don't know, when the peach tree bears fruit, when my father completes the word "sword" in the entire world of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, when the sword energy fills the universe, when my white hair turns into blue hair, it's like rejuvenating my youth. The female swordsman can travel thousands of miles with a sword..."
"At that time, I realized that being born in the vast world, I should learn more. The Tao, Dharma and magical powers in this world can at least protect the people I want to protect. That's all." Mu Yao suddenly sighed. He said in a tone of voice: "So, Uncle Xiaobai, you should also learn to learn swordsmanship, boxing, magical powers, and academic methods. Anyway, you should learn whatever is useful."
Jiang Xiaobai's heart trembled inexplicably, as if he understood something. He was about to speak, but Mu Yao turned to look at Li Furong and said, "Just like you like her, when you have the ability, you can protect her." , do you understand?”
"Also, if one day you see my father, just tell him that I called him 'Dad' and you won't regret it." Mu Yao suddenly stood up.
Mu Yao talked a lot, but to Jiang Xiaobai's ears, it was like explaining the funeral arrangements.
She suddenly raised her hand and pushed Jiang Xiaobai into the sea of bamboo with a gentle push.
Suddenly being pushed by Mu Yao, Jiang Xiaobai felt a huge force shock, and his body broke countless green bamboos. After he stopped, his chest felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He used the Confucian "shrink the ground into an inch", but he felt that in the green bamboo forest, these green bamboos seemed to be alive, actually trapping him.
At this moment, how could Jiang Xiaobai not understand?
Using the entire green bamboo as a formation, the purpose is to kill Mobai of Tianji Pavilion.
"Mu Yao, let me tell you, you can kill that toad, but Li Furong is my wife. If you kill her, I will hang you up and beat you for three days and three nights. I will kill you first, then kill you, and then kill you again." ..." Jiang Xiaobai shouted loudly in the bamboo forest.
no answer.
On the bamboo sea, Hou Shaozong was still playing the bamboo sword with his fingers. The bamboo sword made ripples. The wind picked up, and the wind blew on the bamboo sea. The bamboo waves rose and fell in rows, which was beautiful.
A monk came riding the waves.
He stepped on the bamboo waves with every step. He wore a black monk's robe under the moonlight and had nine ring scars on his head. He was not very old, but his eyes were full of energy. His feet were stepping on the bamboo waves, but he had a rather wanton and romantic appearance. artistic conception.
"Hanshan Temple is Wuchen. My common name is Zhao Xiaohu. The mayor gave me a name, Zhao...what is Zhao? I don't use it often. I forgot about it." Zhao Xiaohu first said to Mo Bai, and when he mentioned the name, he looked at it again. Xiang Muyao.
This monk was the barefoot monk in front of the east coast when the dragon entered the sea. This woman in red, Mu Yao, was the woman who ordered the monks to eat, drink and eat meat in Hanshan Temple at that time.
"Zhao Gou..." Mu Yao glared at Zhao Xiaohu and said, "Zhao Xiaohu, are you going to forget even my name when you reach the Arhat Golden Body Realm?"
Zhao Xiaohu scratched his head honestly and said: "This shouldn't happen."
Mo Bai stared at the three people and felt the gentle wind blowing on his face, which was warm and comfortable.
"Are you specifically targeting my plan to attack and kill, or are you just thinking of killing someone when you see him on the way?" Mo Bai asked directly.
"Don't take yourself very seriously, think highly of yourself. You are not worthy. Killing you is a temporary act. Of course, if this woman does not care about life and death and wants to intervene, then killing her will be done casually. And there is the one who is isolated from the array. If a scholar accidentally breaks out of the formation, his fate will be bad." Hou Shaozong said calmly.
Mo Bai suddenly took a step back and was already in a state of full alert. He did not look back, but said firmly to Li Furong: "Go away and take that boy with you. We will only lose one life and make a profit." .”
"If I don't leave, we will die together." Li Furong said this, taking two steps in the air, and already holding the sword in his hand.
"I have a way to escape, what kind of death do you want to give me?" Mo Bai shouted coldly, obviously he was a bit big-headed, this thing with long hair and short knowledge.
"Hey, little girl, didn't you agree to fight in a one-on-one fight? You have to talk about martial arts!" Li Furong said to Mu Yao.
"It's a duel. The three of us will challenge him alone. Is there any problem?" Mu Yao said with a smile.
"I'm actually not good at catching and fighting, but I just happened to have learned some sword skills from Shopkeeper Lao Zhu, so I'll call you my best!" Hou Shaozong suddenly stood up.
The action of flicking the sword stopped abruptly.
A sea of bamboo bent down at this moment, then bounced up again.
The bamboo sword in his hand was gently swung out, and at first there was only one ripple. After the ripple spread, it turned into thousands of ripples, and hundreds of green bamboo trees in the surrounding area were all broken in an instant.
One sword breaks through a hundred bamboos.
"This sword is like a flying fairy from the sky, please take the sword!" Hou Shaozong shouted lowly, moved his hands sideways, and all the rows of bamboo waves on the bamboo sea bent down.
As if the broken bamboo had spirituality, it turned into hundreds or thousands of bamboo swords, flying densely into the sky, hovering around Hou Shaozong, ready to go.
"go…"
Hou Shaozong scolded lightly, and thousands of bamboo swords flew out densely, covering the sky and the moon. The sky and the earth seemed to be completely dark at this moment, and you couldn't see your fingers.
It's really like flying immortals from heaven.
Mo Bai held the sword across his chest, flicked his finger, and the sword light suddenly scattered in all directions, as if the haze had been dispelled, making the world see light again.
However, it only blocked four or five hundred swords. If another four or five hundred swords hit the reef and rippled away, the space was distorted.
Just for a moment.
Very short.
But just for this brief moment, Li Furong, who was watching, retreated ten feet away, a mouthful of blood choked in his throat, and his heart surged.
Damn it, I can’t beat him, he’s not on the same level!
Li Furong immediately sat cross-legged on the bamboo forest, forcing down the blood in her throat.
Mo Bai didn't care about anything else. After blocking the four to five hundred swords, his whole body suddenly ran out. Dressed in white, he looked inexplicably desolate under the moonlight.
Hou Shaozong drew his sword again, and countless bamboo swords appeared behind him again and shot away.
Mo Bai blocked with his sword, cut off the bamboo sword, or stepped on the bamboo sword in succession. The whole world was filled with countless sword shadows, like thousands of locusts passing by.
In the sea of bamboo, Jiang Xiaobai was trapped in the formation, but in such a fierce battle, he naturally saw the spectacular scene of sword shadows all over the sky and countless bamboo swords flying, which also made him feel a little inexplicable. Longing for it.
"Is this the monks fighting on the mountain? It's so damn exciting." Jiang Xiaobai sighed to himself. In just an instant, the sword shadows in the sky quickly dissipated, and one-fifth of the bamboo sea here was razed to the ground.
Hou Shaozong thrust out one sword after another, each sword faster than the other. In the blink of an eye, the two had fought for hundreds of rounds. The sword energy in this place was blurry and shadowy.
Mo Bai only defended but did not attack. He moved up and down, leaping in the void, walking between the bamboo forests, or stepping on the bamboo waves. Every time, he avoided the sword force extended by Hou Shaozong dangerously.
The bamboo sea was already in a mess.
Some of the neat green bamboos were cut off by the roots, or some green bamboos were chopped diagonally from half the waist, leaving sharp bamboo thorns as sharp as sword tips, some lying horizontally and vertically, or lying like stacks.
Mo Bai still only defended but did not attack. Finally, Hou Shaozong's sword power slowed down a little, and Mo Bai had already retreated to the bamboo forest.
Breathe.
Handing out so many swords in one go, Hou Shaozong chose to take a breath when Mo Bai was forced back far enough.
But, who is Mobai?
The chief disciple of Tianji Pavilion was very good at grasping the fleeting fighting opportunities. At the moment when Hou Shaozong took a breath, Mo Bai had already shot out like an arrow from a string.
The whole person came to Hou Shaozong in just a moment, held out the sword in his hand, and pierced Hou Shaozong's chest with blood.
Mo Bai did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack. Once he was hit by the attack, he did not hesitate to fight and ran away.
However, the moment he just retreated, he felt a cold murderous intention coming from his back. He had no chance to turn around, and an oil-paper umbrella penetrated Mo Bai's chest from behind.
It wasn't over yet. When the oil-paper umbrella passed through his chest, it twisted hard in his chest, until most of Mo Bai's chest was empty. Suddenly, his intestines, liver, belly and lungs were vaguely visible. .
It can be described as extremely cruel.
The person who took action was none other than Mu Yao, who looked harmless.
Mu Yao hit her with one blow, but did not retreat. She saw her hand holding the handle of the umbrella suddenly pull it again. This ordinary oil-paper umbrella had barbs growing out. There was only a click sound, and the ribs were broken. The sound sounded.
But when he saw Mo Bai, the ribs on his front chest were broken by barbs and separated from his chest.
The severe pain made him break out in a cold sweat.
He suddenly turned around and slapped Mu Yao with his palm.
There was only a "bang" sound.
Mu Yao was shot and flew backwards.
However, Mo Bai's back was left to Hou Shaozong who was hit by a sword. Hou Shaozong did not care about Mu Yao who flew out, but took a step forward again and handed out the bamboo sword again, which was worthy of Mo Bai's side. Brushed.
