Jiang Huchen lowered his head and saw the sword piercing his chest.
Grinning ferociously, receiving this fatal injury only inspired his bloody courage even more.
With the long sword piercing his chest, he suddenly punched Shen Li between his eyebrows.
Shen Li flew away instantly and withdrew his sword together.
Jiang Huchen tried his best to suppress the rebellion, and rushed towards him with red eyes.
The two old men protecting Liu Taiyuan exchanged glances and immediately intercepted each other.
One person quickly made a hand seal, and the talisman in his sleeve looked like a long snake, wrapping around and clamping down on Jiang Huchen.
Another old man rushed forward to protect Shen Li, his aura as if he was carelessly turning the pages of a book.
Although Jiang Huchen's aura dropped again and again, his moves were still steady and solid, as if he could not see the talisman forming the fire cage, and he delivered punch after punch.
The fire cage was extinguished.
The old man who made the Taoist do not touch his vicinity at all, immediately opened the distance, drew out his talisman sword, stepped on the Beidou Yubu, and muttered something.
The rush of talismans in his sleeves has not ended yet.
The talisman lost its burning fire and gradually exploded into crackling thunder.
Before Jiang Huchen could take advantage of the opportunity, he beat the Taoist Qi practitioner to death.
A breath of aura that made people feel like a spring breeze blew on him head-on.
Just listen to the old man shouting like a teacher holding a ruler: "Kill people to survive, kill people to survive. A gentleman doesn't do this. What's the explanation?"
Jiang Huchen sneered and punched out.
The awe-inspiring atmosphere is like countless sages and classics opening their books at once.
As the saying goes, reading books is beneficial, but in an instant, Jiang Huchen's anger and irritability were calmed down by this Confucian Qi practitioner.
Not finished.
How about repaying evil with kindness? The sage said, how to repay kindness? Repay vengeance with straightness and repay kindness with kindness!
The old Confucian man strode forward. Since he had read thousands of books, it was time to try the hardship of traveling thousands of miles.
With his right hand, he grasped the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist like an ornament, drew the sword, and pointed it directly at Jiang Huchen.
Suddenly the awe-inspiring atmosphere turned into a violent storm, and he was like a lone boat on the sea.
The Taoist Qi practitioner over there also finished practicing.
The ground of Zuichun Tower is wet. Standing on it is like facing the temporarily gentle sea.
With the violent storm coming from the Confucian old man, the sea was no longer calm, and the waves immediately became rough, and the talisman turned into thunder, which was deafening.
Lightning, thunder, wind and rain, and huge waves. How can human power resist the celestial phenomena? !
Jiang Huchen had already been severely injured by Shen Li's sword. So far, two qi practitioners have joined forces, and he has no luck anymore.
The Confucian old man cut off an arm, and at the critical moment, he forced himself to avoid it. If he didn't avoid it, he would be killed with one sword.
Wave after wave of violent waves hit the body continuously, knocking him out of Zui Chun Tower. He couldn't stand firmly and knelt on one knee on the cold ground, vomiting blood.
The thunder triggered by the talisman came one after another, extinguishing the vitality of his building that was about to collapse.
The old Taoist Qi practitioner walked up to the Confucian old man holding a talisman sword: "Without a young swordsman, even if you and I join forces, we are no match for Jiang Huchen."
"It's not easy. Oh, what a pity."
Both of them could see that Shen Li's accumulated sword power had been exhausted. In addition, he was seriously injured. He should forget about fighting for the shocking luck and just recover from his injuries.
"Fortunately, the foundation was not damaged."
They looked back, "Where are the people?"
There was no trace of Shen Li anywhere, only tables, chairs, musical instruments, etc. that were broken into pieces due to the fight were left.
Liu Taiyuan, the old Buddha whom everyone had heard of, walked to Jiang Huchen's side with heavy steps.
"You killed my son."
He shook his head and looked up at Liu Taiyuan: "Liu Ce asked you to protect him too well. He thought that he would monitor Zuichun Tower for you. No one would dare to challenge him, and he would be safe. Tongquetai had long thought Kill him! Hey, Liu Taiyuan, the situation is out of your control. Even if I, Jiang Huchen, die, Tongquetai will definitely grab eight Tianlongs. No one in the world can achieve such a monstrous destiny except our Majesty the Sui Dynasty. Digestion."
"Which Majesty are you talking about?"
"Of course it is our Holy Emperor, His Majesty!"
"Women interfering in politics! Ridiculous!"
Liu Taiyuan held a small dagger and suddenly stabbed Jiang Huchen in the neck.
Originally, I wanted to tell him that he could neither live nor die, but Jiang Huchen had already run out of gas and was about to die if Liu Taiyuan didn't kill him.
Is this considered revenge for Liu Ce?
Liu Taiyuan closed his eyes and ordered: "Haosheng...Haosheng collect my son's body."
Without another glance, he turned around and left.
Losing a child in old age is the most miserable thing in life.
The two old men were slow for a moment.
"Where are the young people?"
"I don't know, he quietly walked away from you and me."
"Interesting, he did the most to kill Jiang Huchen, but he doesn't want to take advantage of such an opportunity to become famous?"
"I guess the young man has quite a lot of secrets and doesn't want others to know."
"Is there such a genius in Southern Wu?"
The old man shook his head: "I have heard of one of the Nanwu Buddhist geniuses, but I have never heard of the young swordsman."
"Strange, who is this guy?"
They passed the monk in white.
"Is he the genius of the Nanwu Buddhist family you are talking about?"
The white-clothed monk was meditating and was beaten to such a miserable state by Jiang Huchen. His injuries were actually improving, but overall, he could only breathe a sigh of relief.
An old monk wearing cassocks appeared at the door for no apparent reason.
The old monk ignored them and asked: "Is there any harvest?"
The monk in white closed his eyes tightly, opened his mouth, and blood flowed uncontrollably. He still replied respectfully: "The Buddha is in my heart."
"Great kindness."
The old monk casually threw a pill into his mouth.
Melts in your mouth.
The vitality of the monk in white became strong again.
moment.
He struggled to get up, picked up the Buddhist senior who had been beaten to death by Jiang Huchen, and staggered away.
The two old men looked for the old monk again, but he had disappeared as if he had never appeared before.
"I think it's him. Lingci Temple, Chu Wuchan."
"When he entered Vajra at a young age, the eminent monk of Lingci Temple named him Wuchan. After that, he abandoned his distracting thoughts and practiced Zen for ten years. After practicing Zen, he attained the Vajra body with no flaws."
The Taoist old man suddenly realized: "The eminent monk who named Chu Wuchan is precisely Zen Master Foyu who is located in Kaixi City."
From this, it is inferred that the old monk who fed Chu Wuchan just now is probably Zen Master Foyu, the first-level Bodhisattva who guards Kaixi City.
The first and second grades of Buddhism are all respectfully called Bodhisattvas, and the third and fourth grades are called Arhats.
Unlike Taoism, which starts from the fourth level, each has its own title.
It's not like Confucianism, where the rules are very strict starting from the ninth grade.
Of course, the warriors regarded as vulgar by the three families, from the ninth grade to the first grade, are all the same.
As for swordsmen, just like what Shen Li said to Wei Jie before - show some respect, and according to the rules of the world, those above the fourth rank are called sword immortals!
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With the torn and torn human skin mask in pieces, Shen Li lay gently on the bed with Song Wanru's support.
She was so distressed that her tears were like rain. She couldn't help but give Shen Li the last Turtle Snake Spring Rejuvenation Pill.
Even though he was born with a Vajra body and always has the Vajra energy, he is still out of breath.
that's all.
He still had the energy to ask playfully.
"Good sister, is my sword freehand or not? Is it romantic or not?"
