The river breeze blows.
The sun is shining brightly.
"Am I going to die here?"
Looking at the floating figure in black clothes three feet away, Zhao Kai's heart fell into the abyss. His whole body was cold, and he couldn't help but have an idea that he had never had before.
This operation made two big mistakes.
The first one is that he never expected that the strength of the young man in black in front of him was so terrifying. He could kill masters like chickens and dogs.
If the guess is correct, Grand Master and the two land gods may be in trouble. Even if he didn't lose his life, he was still trapped and unable to help for the time being.
The second is the water route. The masters and elite soldiers he brought were separated on different ships and could not provide timely assistance. Even if you want to escape, it becomes extremely troublesome.
However, he is far from dead.
He also has a second master.
There are also 216 elite retinue dead soldiers on board.
Zhao Kai clenched his fists and took a deep breath. What's more, he is a prince and has great luck, so others may not dare to kill him.
Just as the two sides were confronting each other, the two hundred and sixteen retinues who were originally guarding the surrounding areas and located in every corner of the ship appeared and defended themselves in front of Zhao Kai.
Different from the previous masters who were recruited with fame and wealth, these followers are all carefully trained soldiers who are not afraid of death and loyal.
At this moment, Zhao Kai finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The old monk in black sighed softly, as if he felt Yu Liancheng's fierce killing intent, and he didn't hide it. He used his great Buddhist powers to secretly whisper to the young man in black who was standing with his hands behind his back, surrounded by two swords.
"Anyone can die, the old monk can die, Han Shengxuanheyi can die, these 216 followers can die, but His Highness cannot die."
"He can't die? Others can die. What's the point of the equality of all living beings?" Yu Liancheng said with a playful smile: "It's natural for him to kill me, but I can't kill him. It's all bullshit. I think you should not do it." If you recite the Buddha's name, messing around is more suitable for you."
The black-clothed monk clasped his hands together and lowered his eyebrows: "If the donor insists on killing Zhao Kai today, who has the emperor's destiny and is blessed with great luck, do you know what will happen?"
"Then do you know what will happen if you offend me?"
Yu Liancheng put his hands behind his back and took another step forward. With what seemed like a calm and gentle word, the world was suddenly filled with murderous intent.
When he finished saying this, the originally bright blue sky and white clouds gradually darkened, large swathes of dark clouds spread, and black clouds rolled in, blocking the skylight.
Exactly, people unleashed murderous intent, and the world turned upside down.
"kill!"
"kill him!!"
Under the shadow, the two hundred and thirteen subordinates became more and more depressed.
After receiving Zhao Kai's order, there was a continuous "choking" sound of the sword being unsheathed, and the guards rushed out to fight, but they were not scattered like the previous masters. Instead, they formed an organizational structure, with five people in a team and ten people in a team, keeping distance and cooperating with each other.
Amidst the loud shouts of killing, they approached Yulian City step by step.
Yu Liancheng looked indifferent, but instead of retreating, he stepped towards Zhao Kai step by step.
Two rays of sword light surrounded him, and the sword lights intertwined to form an airtight net.
Swish, brush, brush! !
The sword light shot out, and the battle formation was torn apart instantly.
Anyone who comes close to him will be cut off like a leek.
His posture was relaxed and casual, calm and calm, as if the earth was falling apart in front of him, which was not enough to move him.
In fact, it is not difficult for Yuliancheng to kill Zhao Kai. He only needs to activate the "Red Fu" to carry out the assassination, and even the old monk in black cannot stop him.
However, only this kind of frontal breakthrough is shocking.
There were also many experts on the other ships, but when they saw the tragic scene of bloody killings, they couldn't help but stop and were unwilling to participate.
"This man's flying swordsmanship is already comparable to Deng Tai'a, so we can't deal with him. In today's battle, Li knew he was outmatched, so he took the first step..."
On another boat, a master of Zhao Kai's support waved his arms and flew away towards the shore, unwilling to get involved in what was going to happen next.
As soon as he left, many masters who were promised huge profits by Zhao Kai also fled.
After all, your own life is more important.
On the other side, there were fewer and fewer people in front of Yulian City. After harvesting one group of followers after another, the remaining soldiers, even the dead soldiers, finally collapsed and fled in all directions.
Now, there is only one person left in front of Zhao Kai.
——The monk in black, Yang Taisui.
There are also masters who have not left yet secretly shaking their heads, and so is Zhao Kai, pretending to be a hero. If he had escaped while Emperor Murong Tong was dealing with the retinue and bodyguards, there might not be a way out for him.
But they didn't know that Zhao Kai had the same idea, but every time he wanted to escape, a cold murderous intention caught him.
It seemed that if he took one step, he would be pierced by the opponent's flying sword.
The old monk in black had a calm look on his face and clasped his hands together. Unfortunately, he looked a little more ferocious and showed no mercy, like a living evil tiger.
Facing the two small swords flying toward him, the old monk in black uttered two words: "Return to the sect."
But I saw one of his hands standing upright on his chest, and one of his sleeves was rolled up like clouds hanging from the sky. The wind was light and the clouds were light, but it was full of the mystery of Zen that is difficult to describe in words. Li Jing and Hongfu were instantly rolled into the sleeves.
The sword energy surged, and the entire sleeves suddenly swelled.
After a moment, the sound of "chi" was heard as the silk cracked, and a long opening suddenly appeared in the wide cuffs, and sword energy poured out.
The face of the old monk in black changed slightly, and then his entire sleeve tore apart. The sleeves were shattered like butterflies flying. Two sword lights escaped from the trap, turned in the air, and stabbed Zhao Kai again.
The old monk in black turned his palms, as if turning the world upside down, and then grabbed forward. The palms turned into cages, trapping the two flying swords within two feet of the palms. Even though the sword energy was like a rainbow, they still could not escape.
However, Yang Taisui was definitely not in pain.
The red sword flew too fast, as fast as lightning. If you are not careful, it may escape from the palm of your hand, and the monk in black must spend a lot of effort to trap it.
Although the speed of the other sword is slightly slower, it is extremely sharp. If he is not careful, he may draw blood on his palm, or even cut off all five fingers.
At this time, the monk in black seemed relaxed and relaxed. But in reality, within the small area of his hand, there is murderous intent every inch, just like holding a string of thunder, and you don't know when it will explode.
"I'm just afraid of danger today."
The old monk in black had a magnificent life, but today he was more dangerous than ever before.
However, he refused to let go of any crisis. While controlling the two small swords, he spoke calmly.
"Emperor Murong Tong, you are young and have amazing martial arts skills. In the future, you will definitely succeed Wang Xianzhi and become the new Emperor Wu, dominating the world for a long time. But now you have gone astray, striving for power and killing. Your Highness is pregnant with evil spirits. Luck, there are only a few people in the world who can compare with it. If you hurt His Highness, your luck will backfire. If you don't restrain your anger, if things go on like this, let alone land gods, there will be no hope of ascending. Even if you enter the celestial realm, you have to The sky was struck by lightning, and I couldn’t die a good death. Now you still don’t know how to repent and don’t want to look back?!”
At the last word "turn back", Yang Taisui once again shouted out with the roar of a Buddhist lion. The sound of thunder is so powerful that it can make the devil put down his butcher knife and the prodigal son turn around and wake up...
The sound waves turned into billowing air waves, and the hurricane blew wildly, causing Yulian City's black hair to flow and its clothes to make a sound.
But he just picked his ears and laughed and cursed: "It's like a dog barking. Everyone has his own way. Whoever offends me will never get over it. This is my way. It's just a celestial realm. I can enter it whenever I want." .”
The two swords Hong Fu and Li Jing were going back and forth in Yang Tai Sui's palms. The cage turned into a shaky palm, and Yang Tai Sui's palms had seven or eight small cuts, dripping with blood.
Yu Liancheng did not further urge Feijian, but said with great interest: "You want to convince me, but I also have something to say to you."
"I'm all ears." Yang Taisui said.
He is not afraid of wasting time. On the contrary, in this inevitable defeat situation, the more time is consumed, the more likely there will be a turn for the better. This is how the nonsense-talking villains in picture books often end up defeated.
Yu Liancheng said calmly: "If I remember correctly, you are a descendant of the Yang family, the top clan in East Vietnam. You are a knowledgeable scholar and proficient in hundreds of schools. You and Xu Xiao are both civil and military, and you are the right-hand man of the late emperor. Some people say that although you wear cassock, But you are still a Legalist at heart, and your practice is also vertical and horizontal. Some people say that your Buddhist teachings are exquisite and you can be the leader of today's Buddhism."
Yang Taisui said: "The world's false praise cannot be taken to be true."
"It is indeed not true." Yu Liancheng said lightly: "To me, you are like a snake and a mouse. If the Buddha cannot become a Buddha, the Dharma cannot become the Dharma. Even though he is a Buddha, he does not save all sentient beings and spread compassion widely. Even if he is a Dharma, , and has no intention of making a decision, drawing the earth as a prison, trapping others and trapping oneself. The so-called being the best in the world is nothing but a joke. Because of this, I fell down from the sky and tried to ascend but failed."
Yang Taisui was shocked, and then smiled casually: "In this case, Yang can be regarded as having a hard time. Fortunately, I can still stop you."
After saying that, he raised his hand to throw Zhao Kai away, and then gave up his life to stop Yulian City for a while.
"It's a pity you can't stop it."
Buzz! Buzz!
Following Yu Liancheng's thoughts, the flying sword trembled and blood splashed.
The old monk in black had two of his fingers cut off. He could no longer control the two flying swords, and they all flew away.
The latter drew two bright silver traces in the air, and stabbed directly at Tai Sui in black with an indomitable energy.
The black-clothed old monk's intact left hand flicked his fingers repeatedly, like a lotus flower blooming, hitting the blades of the two small swords again, with another clanging sound. When this round of attack was blocked, his left hand was also covered in blood. dripping.
Seeing the flying sword slashing in the air and about to strike again, Yang Taisui sneered, vaguely showing the ferocious ferocity of his youth: "Murong kid, you are going too far to bully others. Do you really think that I am a monk and I am a vegetarian?"
The old monk in black stamped his foot on the board of the boat, his beard and hair spread out, and shouted: "Baizhang Mercy!"
The thick black cassock covering his body was untied, and with a twist of his fingers, like a black cloud, he rushed towards the two flying swords.
The cassock grows in the wind.
Like a canopy rising from the ground.
Ancient books once said that there were immortals planting treasure trees in Zhongnan Mountain, which towered into the clouds and had no branches or leaves.
Yang Taisui was a master of the two dynasties. Even though his realm was like a river, how could he not have the skills to suppress the situation? And this cassock named "Baizhang Mercy" is one of the treasures packed in the box.
The cassock fluttered in the wind, and in an instant it was several feet long, but it was wrapped in hundreds of feet of billowing black clouds, completely covering the two flying swords.
"Good baby, it's mine." Yu Liancheng's eyes lit up.
Yang Taisui snorted coldly, closed his eyes, and suddenly felt a majestic aura all over his body.
Deng Deng stared...
Then, he walked towards Yulian City step by step. Every time he took a step, the entire hull shook, and the mark of a Buddha lotus was imprinted on the board.
With every step he took, Yang Taisui's vitality disappeared.
It is the supreme spiritual power of Buddhism that produces lotus in seven steps.
When the sixth step was taken, not only were there six lotus marks on the boat, but countless golden lotuses emerged out of thin air, like a goddess scattering flowers, and seemed to be blessed by five hundred Arhats.
Full of divine atmosphere.
The old monk in black had a look of compassion on his face, looking at the young man in black who was at arm's length away, and finally took the seventh step.
It is also the last step.
The seventh lotus blooms quietly.
Suddenly, the situation changed. Yang Taisui's expression was extremely depressed, but his whole body was covered with a sacred golden color, carrying a majestic and majestic meaning, as if he had attained the status of Buddha. The brilliant golden light illuminated the entire river and waterfall, turning this killing place into a holy place for Buddha.
"Amitabha."
Amidst the sound of the Buddha's trumpet, Yang Taisui sent a palm towards Yulian City from afar.
"Have you forgotten? I'm not just famous for my swordsmanship."
Yu Liancheng stood calmly and raised his brows. His originally calm and calm demeanor suddenly changed, giving people the impression that there was a violent and tyrannical beast hidden in his body.
Qi and blood surged into the sky, billowing like blood-red smoke. The scorching high temperature almost burned the air, turning it into an oven for dozens of feet in radius. The water surface was even steaming with mist, creating a haze of smoke.
A slender hand slowly took out from the sleeve of the robe, made a fist with five fingers, and punched Yang Taisui's palm like a meteorite.
boom! !
A dull sound sounded.
Everyone's heartbeats seemed to have missed half a beat.
But after this blow, except for the muffled sound, nothing unusual seemed to happen.
Just because the power used by these two people was completely contained in the punch and palm just now, and there was absolutely no leakage.
The soldiers and masters from several large ships all turned their gazes over.
After a moment, Yu Liancheng slowly retracted his hand and looked at the black-clothed monk opposite him calmly.
Yang Taisui clasped his hands together and was completely quiet.
Yu Liancheng shook his head, stretched out his palm, and the cassock named "Baizhang Mercy" fell on his palm, and then put it into the storage space with a thought.
"I told you, you can't stop me."
He glanced at Yang Taisui in front of him again, and blew lightly. The opposite side seemed to have been weathered for thousands of years, falling into countless powders and scattering them in the river.
"However, you did have the determination to give up everything, but I was mistaken."
