Devil Seeds

"The monk is so hostile!"

"May I ask what kind of Dharma you are practicing, what sutra you are reciting, and which Bodhisattva you are worshiping?" A voice came from a distant river, but it pierced through those life-threatening Buddha voices like a sharp sword.

The wooden fish monk stopped beating the wooden fish, stood up, stepped on the floating waves, and looked at the figure piercing the air like a sharp arrow in the distance.

"Who is next? How dare you meddle in my affairs with Monk Muyu?" Monk Muyu asked the visitor.

But he saw someone standing on the river not far away holding an empty scabbard, and said with a cold expression: "I'm just a nobody in the rivers and lakes, nothing worth mentioning."

"It's just that although I am nameless, the scabbard in my hand is famous."

"Monk Muyu, you are also an expert who has cultivated Dharma. I am grateful for the difficulty of practicing martial arts. If you retreat so quickly, I will not care about you."

In this person's words, he was full of pride. Although he seemed to be persuading peace, it was full of words of war.

People in the rivers and lakes live by one breath and rely on one face.

Without this tone, and this bad face, how can we survive?

Sure enough, after hearing the words, the Muyu monk not only didn't have any intention of stopping the fight, but his whole body became more fierce, and the Dharma figure behind him also became a bit taller.

Accompanied by the sound of chanting sutras, the entire river surface began to boil, as if a pot had exploded.

The layers of true energy combined with the vibration of the sound formed a big net, trying to suppress and kill the newly appeared person.

The man was still just holding the scabbard, and then raised it high above his head.

"Respectfully, the owner bestows the sword!" Only a loud shout was heard.

From the scabbard, an invisible sword energy flew out.

The sword energy crossed the river, even stirred up the heaven and the earth, and even vaguely saw the illusory shadow of the sword fairy flashing across the river.

When the sword falls, the sound stops.

Monk Muyu's iron wooden fish was split into two pieces, and Monk Muyu's portrait... along with himself, was also split into two pieces.

The sword energy returned to the scabbard, and the person holding the scabbard turned his gaze, and his gaze fell on a piece of dead wood on the river.

The dead wood turned over, and it was Nie Kuang who had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

Grab Nie Kuang's belt, lift it out of the water, and step on the waves.

The two quickly flew towards the Liangduanzhuang built along the river.

The distance of a hundred miles only took less than half an hour, and on the premise of carrying a person, it is enough to show how proud of the lightness kung fu that rushed to help Nie Kuangzhe.

When they reached Liangjuanzhuang, the disciples of the Sword Sect who were stationed at the gate of the villa shouted to the person holding the sword box to help Nie Kuang: "Senior Brother Yan!"

If there are monks who are familiar with Jianzong, they should know that this 'Brother Yan' is Yan Feiyu, who is as famous as Dugu Ming in Jianzong.

Yan Feiyu carried Nie Kuang along the way into the two villages.

Soon at the Canjian Pavilion, I met the owner of Liangjuanzhuang, of course Ying Baiqiu, who is also the lord of Jianzong.

Ying Baiqiu's time in the world of high martial arts is not too long, certainly not too short.

If calculated by the time of the Gaowu world, it took him less than five years from birth to fame... until he became one of the leaders of the Righteous Path.

"Sovereign! Nie Kuang has been rescued!" Yan Feiyu threw Nie Kuang to the ground, then said to Bai Qiu while holding the scabbard.

The scabbard in Yan Feiyu's hand was actually very ordinary.

The iron swords on the street that cost three taels of silver are probably made of this kind of willow scabbard.

What is not ordinary is the person who uses this scabbard.

Ying Baiqiu first entered the rivers and lakes, especially with the arrogance of the master of the sword sect looking down on the world, without any real energy, he agreed to compete with others.

But an unknown soldier broke the long sword in his hand with his true energy.

Although he killed the man by virtue of skill, it also alerted Ying Baiqiu, and he immediately understood the method of two-sectioned sword and hidden sword in the sheath.

Walking on the rivers and lakes, they always met the enemy with a broken sword that was broken in two.

As time went by, the two-cut swords, in response to Bai Qiu's name, spread in the martial arts world.

Ying Baiqiu's age in Gaowu World doesn't look very old.

It is more like a young man, if it is not for the temperament of Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, it is definitely not easy to have, and it will really make people misunderstand his true identity.

At this time, Nie Kuang, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened his eyes, and then looked up at Ying Baiqiu.

"Two swords, Ying Baiqiu?" Nie Kuang asked urgently.

Ying Baiqiu looked at Nie Kuang, and then asked, "I'm here, what advice do you have?"

Nie Kuang was injured, so he coughed a few times, and then he said: "The ancient supernatural powers encouraged many tribes in the northern savannah grassland. The Golden Tent army is about to set foot on the central plains and move southward. The first thing they will do is to attack Jizhou and Xuanfu. They will divide into two groups and go straight to the capital. I heard that the owners of the two villas have a cultivation level that is as high as the sky, and they are anxious and righteous. "

Ying Baiqiu didn't agree, but looked at Nie Kuang seriously and said, "That's all you want to say?"

Nie Kuang seemed puzzled by what Ying Baiqiu meant, and said in surprise, "Isn't this important...?"

Ying Baiqiu sighed: "Of course it's extremely important, but the imperial court's observations are all over the martial arts. If Hero Nie had spoken more to the gangsters he met on the way, he didn't have to run nearly two thousand miles into the heart of the northern martial arts to report to someone I should. Even if he didn't expect this section, any guard in the Nine Sides would value such information more than someone I should... You can also save more than a thousand miles."

Nie Kuang heard the words, but was stunned.

He devoted himself to sending messages, and his heart was full of the people of the country. In order to save the common people from suffering, he put life and death aside and ran for nearly two thousand miles.

But for some reason, I didn't think of this section at all.

Suddenly a voice, a thought...or more like...a knife exploded in his mind instantly.

The bright red color spread across Nie Kuang's pupils instantly, and the mad blood passed down in the Nie family was aroused.

He actually used his palm as a saber, and like crazy, he slashed at Ying Baiqiu.

This saber is completely different from Nie Kuang's family saber technique.

Crazier, more violent, more... invincible.

A surge of martial arts true meaning was contained in this knife, so Ying Baiqiu had to be serious about it.

The broken sword flew out from Ying Baiqiu's cuff, but like a flying dragon, it faced the violent knife.

The light of the knife and the shadow of the sword collided in mid-air.

But it was the impact of two wills.

During the collision, Nie Kuang stepped back a few steps and fell into a pool of blood like a sword piercing through his chest.

And Ying Baiqiu also vomited blood, and there was a knife mark between his eyebrows.

"Send the knife to the blood, and then let this Nie Kuang hide the knife in his body, and fight me in the air... As expected, he is worthy of the sword demon ancient supernatural power. Although I was prepared for it, I was injured by one move... I am afraid that I will not be able to use my full force for a few days. Once I use my full strength, life and death will be unpredictable!"

"Yan Feiyu! If the order continues, the entire two villages will be reduced to zero. The attack from the ancient magic power should be within a few days." Ying Baiqiu said.

Yan Feiyu looked at his suzerain, and couldn't help asking: "Then... how about you, suzerain?"

Ying Baiqiu said: "My generation of sword cultivators, how can I run away from a battle? I am waiting for the ancient supernatural powers in these two villages. Since he has written a letter of war to me, how can I not fight? His sword is very powerful... I want to see it!"