"The monk is so angry!"
"May I ask what kind of Dharma you practice, what sutra you recite, and which Bodhisattva you worship?" A voice came from the distant river, but it was like a sharp sword, piercing through those life-threatening Buddha's sounds.
The wooden fish monk stopped beating the wooden fish, stood up, stepped on the floating waves, and looked at the figure coming from the distance like a sharp arrow through the air.
"Who are you here? Dare to interfere with my affairs, Monk Muyu?" Monk Muyu asked the visitor.
But I saw the person holding an empty scabbard, standing on the river not far away, and said with a cold expression: "I am just a nobody in the world, not worth mentioning."
"It's just that although I am unknown, the scabbard in my hand is famous."
"Monk Muyu, you are also an expert in practicing Dharma. I am grateful that it is not easy for you to practice martial arts. If you retreat so quickly, I will not care about you."
This person's words were full of pride. Although he seemed to be trying to persuade others, they were completely provocative.
People in the world live with one breath and one face.
Without this breath and ruined face, how can you survive?
Sure enough, after hearing the words, Monk Muyu not only had no intention of stopping the fight, but the fierce aura around his body became even more fierce, and the appearance behind him became a bit bigger. Then the appearance changed, and he clasped his hands together and started chanting sutras.
Along with the sound of chanting, it was like a constant vibration in the air, and the entire river began to boil, as if a pot had exploded.
The layers of zhenqi, combined with the vibrations of the sound, formed a large net to suppress the new person who appeared.
The man still just held the scabbard, then raised it high above his head.
"Respectfully, the owner of the village will give you the sword!" A loud shout was heard.
An invisible sword energy flew out of the scabbard.
The sword energy crossed the river and even stirred the heaven and earth. In the blur, I could even see the shadow of the illusory sword immortal flashing across the river.
The sword falls and the sound stops.
The wooden fish monk's iron wood fish was split into two pieces, and the monk's Dharma image... and himself were also split into two pieces.
The sword energy returned to the scabbard, and the person holding the scabbard turned his eyes and fell on a dead tree on the river.
The dead tree turned over, and it was Nie Kuang who had fallen into a semi-conscious state.
Grabbing Nie Kuang's belt, he lifted him out of the water and stepped on the waves.
The two of them quickly flew towards the two villages built along the river.
The distance of a hundred miles only took less than an hour, and this was done while carrying one person, which is enough to show how proud the Qinggong of the man who rushed to Nie Kuang's aid was.
When they arrived at Liangjie Villa, the Sword Sect disciples stationed at the entrance of the villa shouted to the man holding a sword box and rushing to Nie Kuang's aid: "Senior Brother Yan!"
If there are monks who are familiar with the Sword Sect, they should know that this 'Senior Brother Yan' is Yan Feiyu who is as famous as Dugu Ming in the Sword Sect.
Yan Feiyu carried Nie Kuang all the way into Liangjie Village.
Soon, in Canjian Pavilion, I met Ying Baiqiu, the owner of Liangjie Village, who was also the master of Jianzong.
Ying Baiqiu's time in the world of high martial arts was not long, and certainly not short either.
If we use the time in the world of Gaowu, it only took him less than five years from birth to fame... to becoming one of the leaders of the righteous path.
"Sect Master! Nie Kuang has been rescued!" Yan Feiyu threw Nie Kuang to the ground, and then said to Bai Qiu while holding the scabbard.
The scabbard in Yan Feiyu's hand was actually very ordinary.
The iron swords that cost three taels of silver on the street probably all use this kind of willow scabbard.
What is extraordinary is the person who uses this scabbard.
When Ying Baiqiu first entered the world, he had the arrogance of the master of the Sword Sect who looked down on the world. Even though he had no real energy, he agreed to compete with others in sword competition.
However, an unknown soldier used his true energy to break the long sword in his hand.
Although he killed the man with his skill, it also alerted Ying Baiqiu, and he immediately realized the method of hiding the sword in two parts and the sheath.
Walking on the rivers and lakes, they always used broken swords broken into two parts to deal with the enemy.
Over time, the name "Two Section Sword Ying Bai Qiu" spread in the martial arts world.
Ying Baiqiu doesn't look very old in the world of Gaowu.
More like a young man. If it weren't for Yuan Ting Yue Zhi's temperament, which is definitely not easy to possess, people would really misunderstand his true identity.
At this time, Nie Kuang, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes, and then looked up at Ying Baiqiu.
"Two swords, Ying Boqiu?" Nie Kuang asked urgently.
Ying Baiqiu looked at Nie Kuang, and then asked, "I'm right, what advice do you have?"
Nie Kuang was injured, so he coughed a few times, and then said: "The ancient magical power has inspired many tribes in the Beisai grassland. The Golden Horde army is about to march into the Central Plains and march south. The first to bear the brunt is to attack Jizhou and Xuanfu. , divided into two groups, and approached the capital. I heard that the owners of the two villages have great cultivation and are eager for justice. Please report to the court on your behalf and take precautions as early as possible... and also summon more martial arts comrades to resist the invasion of foreign invaders and barbarians. "
Ying Baiqiu did not agree, but looked at Nie Kuang seriously and said, "Is this what you want to say?"
Nie Kuang seemed confused about what Ying Boqiu meant and said in surprise: "Isn't this matter... important?"
Ying Baiqiu sighed: "Of course it is extremely important, but the imperial court's authority is all over the martial arts world. If Nie Daxia had just spoken a few words to the wealthy people he met on the road, there would be no need to rush nearly two thousand miles and go deep into the northern martial arts forest. In the hinterland, come and report to someone. Even if you don't expect this, any guard in the nine-border land will pay more attention to such information than someone. You can also run less. Thousands of miles away.”
Nie Kuang was stunned when he heard this.
He was dedicated to conveying the message, and his heart was full of the people of the country. In order to save the people from suffering, he ran nearly two thousand miles regardless of life and death.
But I don’t know why, I didn’t think about this section at all.
Suddenly a voice, a thought...or rather...a knife exploded in his mind.
The bright red color instantly spread across Nie Kuang's eyes, and the crazy blood passed down from the Nie family was aroused.
He actually used his palm as a sword and struck out at Ying Baiqiu like crazy.
This sword is completely different from Nie Kuang's family swordsmanship.
More crazy, more violent, more... invincible.
An overwhelming true meaning of martial arts was contained in this sword, which made Ying Baiqiu have to deal with it solemnly.
The broken sword flew out from Ying Boqiu's sleeve, but like a flying dragon, it faced the violent sword.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword collided in mid-air.
But it was the impact of two wills.
During the collision, Nie Kuang's chest felt like a sword piercing his chest. He took a few steps back and fell into a pool of blood.
Ying Baiqiu also vomited blood, and there was a knife mark between his eyebrows.
"Putting the intention of the sword in the blood, and then letting Nie Kuang hide the sword in his body, and fight me from a distance... It is indeed worthy of the ancient magical power of the sword demon. Although I was prepared for it, I was still injured... I'm afraid that for a few days, I won't be able to use all my strength. Once I use my full strength, my life or death will be unpredictable!"
"Yan Feiyu! If you pass the order, the entire two sections of the village will be reduced to pieces. The attack from the ancient magical power should be within these few days." Ying Baiqiu said.
Yan Feiyu looked at his sect leader and couldn't help but ask: "What about you, sect leader?"
Ying Baiqiu said: "How can I, a sword cultivator, run away from a fight? I am waiting for the ancient magical power in these two villages. Since he has issued a letter of war to me, how can I not fight? His sword is very powerful... ·I want to take a look!”
