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Yunjian Temple.

This is a temple with great popularity, and it is also the place where Boss Qian makes fake banknotes.

Being able to print fake banknotes in the temple means that the entire temple is controlled by Boss Qian, or to put it another way, the interests of both parties are the same.

According to Boss Qian's plan, these people should enter the Paradise Building through the secret passage and surround and kill Lu Xiaofeng.

In fact, no one showed up.

It was not that they deserted Boss Qian, but that Feng Siniang led three hundred elite soldiers to block the temple gate.

Flowers bloom on all sides, surrounded by all directions.

If you don't move, you will be killed, if you move, you will be killed.

Ling Yufeng, Jile Tower, Jinan Mansion Office, Murong Bo's village, Yunjian Temple, all targets, Shen Lian arranged manpower and launched attacks at the same time.

This is the greatest advantage of the imperial court

——There is strength in numbers!

No matter how ruthless or cunning the opposition forces are, they cannot overcome the shortage of numbers.

Because this is inherently contradictory.

There is no guarantee of confidentiality when there are too many.

Insufficient quantity cannot guarantee strength.

If you want to cultivate elites, where will the genius come from? Where does the money come from? Where do the resources for martial arts training come from?

If you want to recruit experts, why should famous experts accept recruitment? How to ensure the loyalty of experts?

Even with the so-called "experience", the imperial court is far stronger than Jianghu. No matter how severe the storms in Jianghu are, can it be compared to the bloody and drifting battlefields in the border areas?

With an order from the imperial court, hundreds of masters were willing to serve, and martial arts training resources were in abundance.

Whether it is the chief escort of the escort agency, a ranger like Lu Xiaofeng, or even a high-ranking thieves like Sikong Zhaixing, the court can establish cooperation.

Can the Qinglong Club do it?

Can the Power Gang do it?

No matter what the status of the leader of the Blue Dragon Society is, no matter how wise the leader of the Power Gang is, he cannot overcome his innate shortcomings, let alone competing interests.

The Green Dragon Society secretly traps the Power Gang, and the Power Gang poaches the Green Dragon Society. Five fingers cannot make a fist. No matter how sophisticated the plan is, it will eventually go to waste.

As Shen Lian launched the attack, four of the five fingers had been broken off, leaving only the last Yunjian Temple.

Shen Lian handed this place over to Feng Siniang.

Feng Siniang put on fiery red armor, held a black command flag in her hand, and shouted loudly: "Attack!"

There was no persuasion to surrender.

No talk.

It was like a thousand arrows being fired at once.

All the monks in Yunjian Temple are unclean.

Since none of them are clean, there is no need to waste time. Thousands of arrows are fired together, step by step, to completely destroy the Yunjian Temple bandit nest with an overwhelming force.

Arrows rained down, and the Buddha's head was bleeding.

Most of the monks in Yunjian Temple are warrior monks, and they are all masters carefully trained by Boss Qian, but they are so helpless in the face of the powerful bows and crossbows of the imperial court.

No matter how exquisite the stick technique is, no matter how unpredictable the formation is, it will only become a hedgehog in the end.

"boom!"

With a burst of explosions, half of the wall exploded toward Feng Siniang, followed closely by a huge palm print as tall as a person, which was a direct descendant of the Tantric Red Sect.

——Vajra Mahamudra!

When Yang is extremely strong, Dragon and Elephant are powerful.

Divide rivers and cut off seas, move mountains with one hand.

Feng Siniang held the scimitar tightly in her right hand, a flash of blood flashed across her eyes. The moment the palm force reached her body, the scimitar suddenly came out of its sheath, and the blood moon blade shone into pieces in the west wind.

The wall and the force of his palm were split into two. Before the old monk who used his palm force could strike again, Feng Siniang was already in front of him, with a scimitar like the moon and a cassock slashing at an angle.

This is a weird knife technique.

The old man who taught Feng Siniang martial arts was a peerless expert who had perfect knowledge of the world. He could develop thousands of unique moves with just a few strokes on the scroll.

The wind suddenly picked up and ruffled a pool of spring water.

The scimitar cuts through a wonderful and weird arc, like a crescent moon reflected in the water, the ethereal and illusory moon shadow when the water waves are wrinkled by the breeze.

Every time the breeze blows the water waves, the moon shadow in the water will change completely, so Feng Siniang's sword moves are also invisible and traceless.

Both deviant and deviant, he is also stunningly talented.

It's not the breeze, it's not the autumn water, it's not the bright moon, it's not the moon in the mirror, it's not the misty lone red.

It is to combine all these together, to sway as you like, to release as you like, which can move above the nine heavens and hide under the nine earths.

The wind and water rise, and the bright moon comes into my arms.

How beautiful this is!

How graceful this is!

The old monk has never seen such superb sword skills.

This can't even be said to be a swordsmanship, but a beautiful scene of a spring river with flowers and a moonlit night.

The river and the sky are the same color without any trace of dust.

There is a lone moon in the bright sky.

Who by the river saw the moon for the first time?

When did Jiang Yue shine on people?

What fell down was not the bright moonlight, but the shrill cold light. The sword flashed and the blood flew away.

The body-protecting aura that had been cultivated for decades seemed to be made of paper and was easily cut through. Before the old monk could fight back, the next knife followed him like a shadow.

The wind is continuous, the water is continuous, and the moon is continuous, so the knife is also continuous, endless and endless.

It is both one sword and ten thousand swords.

It is both ten thousand swords and one sword.

One knife, two knives, three knives, four knives...

The sword light flashed again and again.

Blood beads were thrown up one after another.

The old monk's Qi is getting weaker and weaker.

Feng Siniang's evil spirit became comparable to that of Shen Lian.

"laugh!"

The blood moon crossed the sky, and the heads fell to the ground.

The old bald head rolled around on the ground a few times and hit the incense burner nearby. His face became like a rag.

Feng Siniang took a few deep breaths, suppressed the murderous thoughts in her heart, reached out and gently grabbed a delicately made mask, revealing the old monk's true face.

"Guan... Mr. Guan? Hasn't this old guy been dead for five years? Why is he here?"

Feng Siniang knew this face.

This man's name is Guan Haiming, an outer disciple of the Red Sect of Tantric Buddhism. He is good at the two secret arts of Vajra Mahamudra and Black Devil Mahamudra, and is nicknamed "Vajra Mahamudra".

Guan Haiming was a generous and heroic person and had a good reputation in the world. Unfortunately, five years ago, Guan Haiming was unfortunately infected with an acute illness, suffered heart and lung failure, and died suddenly.

I never expected that he would be hiding here.

Looking at Guan Haiming's head, Feng Siniang said a little helplessly: "Why bother!"

With Guan Haiming's reputation in the world, if he could safely teach his younger generation at home, he might not be able to develop his family into a martial arts family, but now he is dead without any body parts.

Guan Haiming was killed by Feng Siniang, the monks of Yunjian Temple were quickly defeated, and their manufacturing den was also discovered.

Feng Siniang waved her hand, and more than a dozen soldiers carried a large bucket of kerosene, and then threw out three or four torches.

Whether it was the printed banknotes or the printing plates used to make fake banknotes, they were all burned by the fire.

Other cases require the preservation of physical evidence, but this case does not because this case does not exist.

According to the Liumen case closing report, Yunjian Temple is not a den for making counterfeit banknotes, but a den for bandits.

They are the same party as the bandits under Murong Bo.

Shen Lian was investigating a homicide case.

The murderer Ling Yufeng.

Guo Bujing was investigating a spy case.

Killed the Meng Yuan master and forced Wang to survive the Chi enemy, and captured the Xixia master Jiuyi Taoist alive.

Feng Siniang led the troops to destroy the bandits.

Two bandit dens outside the city were breached, more than a hundred bandits were killed, and all the remaining bandits were captured alive. The bandit's nest was burned down by fire, and a total of eighteen boxes of stolen goods were seized.

Something else?

Nothing else.

does not exist!

Absolutely not in any record!

Ling Yufeng committed suicide, Xing Rui beheaded him, Jile Tower and Yunjian Temple were breached, and Murong Bo, who had been dead for more than 20 years, suddenly resurrected, was thrown back into the coffin.

Is there anything else?

Is it all over?

of course not.

At least things aren't over yet for Aggie.

Aggie is not useless Aggie now.

He has taken up the sword.

The moment he held the sword, he had transformed from "useless Aji" to the third young master of Excalibur Villa.

Xie Xiaofeng.

One of the most talented swordsmen in the world, he is as famous as Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Yan Nantian and others.

He is now in self-exile, using an ascetic way to escape the world, but he finally picked up the sword.

Although he was wearing tattered clothes, even though his face was stubbled and weathered, as long as Xie Xiaofeng picked up the sword, no one would dare to underestimate him.

If Shen Lian's Qi is like a god and a demon, Xie Xiaofeng's Qi is like a god and an immortal. His sword has not yet been unsheathed, but the sword energy has already penetrated the clouds and mist.

Xie Xiaofeng didn't want to take action, but he had no choice.

Linghu Yuan was already lying on the ground.

This famous protector of the Demon Cult had fallen into a pool of blood and stopped breathing forever.

What killed him was a knife.

Scimitar.

A green scimitar.

The blade is also green, as green as distant mountains, as green as spring trees, and as green as the lake in the eyes of lovers.

The most precious treasure of the Demon Sect, the Full Moon Scimitar.

One of the most evil weapons in the world, it contains unfathomable demonic properties. If you hold a scimitar for a long time, it can easily become possessed and turn into a beast that only knows how to kill.

Even with Linghu Yuan's cultivation level, he couldn't master this magic sword, but now the magic sword has a successor.

A young heir.

He is handsome, unruly and rebellious. In addition to the magic of sword skills, there is also a wanton and arrogant look in his eyebrows.

"My name is Ding Peng, the new protector of the Holy Cult."

"Is this how the Demon Cult chooses its protectors?"

"Of course not, but Linghu Yuan and I have practiced the same sword technique, but we only have one round-moon scimitar. Between him and me, only one can survive."

"Linghuyuan doesn't want to compete with you."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't, but what's the point? Does a duel need a reason?"

Ding Peng looked at Xie Xiaofeng provocatively: "When you challenge masters from all walks of life, when you slit the challenger's throat with your sword, do you need a reason?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "I understand."

"One day you are the third young master, and you will be the third young master all your life. One day you are Xie Xiaofeng, and all your life you will be Xie Xiaofeng. You have already picked up the sword."

"Your knife is also stained with blood."

That’s it for now, there’s no need to say the rest.

A master's duel requires no reason. Ding Peng may have other tasks, but when he saw Xie Xiaofeng, the task was no longer important. The sword duel was the most important.

Xie Xiaofeng slowly pulled out his sword.

Ding Peng smiled wildly and showed his machete.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were empty.

All the light in the world seemed to be covered by the sword, and everything around him lost its color.

Only the knife!

Only the sword!

The sword is a magic sword. The most powerful sword technique of the Demon Sect of the Western Regions combines thousands of deadly swords into one sword. Although there is no change, it contains the essence of all the changes in the sword technique.

Ding Peng was extremely talented and practiced martial arts hard, but it took him fifteen years of training before he could initially comprehend the magic sword.

When a sword is struck, the position, time, strength, and speed are all accurately calculated, so that all one's strength can be exerted to the limit of the body.

Every bit of strength is transformed into sword light.

Every ounce of concentration is transformed into sword intent.

A knife cuts it in the middle, and both gods and ghosts are worried.

The most powerful and powerful, ground-breaking.

The sword is a divine sword. The secret sword technique of the Divine Sword Villa is combined with Xie Xiaofeng's lifelong insights. It is an extremely slow and graceful sword move, as natural as the wind.

No one knows where the wind comes from.

No one knows where the wind will go.

Crisp and crisp, like vegetable and egg noodles.

The soft intestines are full of knots, like a young couple in love.

Suddenly, a negligible flaw appeared in the sword energy.

Xie Xiaofeng shouldn't have a flaw, but he did have a flaw. Maybe it was physical fatigue, or maybe he was suffering from depression. In short, there was a flaw.

Just like when a strong wind sweeps across the earth, there are inevitably places that are missed. But when the strong wind blows, it is not possible to escape, so who can notice these places?

Ding Peng can.

No flaw can escape his eyes.

The full-moon scimitar cut through a strange and unpredictable arc, slashing towards this flaw from an incredible angle.

But when the sword light approached, this flaw quietly dissipated and turned into an indestructible prison.

This is indeed a flaw.

The flaw is also a change in swordsmanship.

Just like a clear spring on a high mountain, when it flows down, you clearly see a gap in it, but when you reach out your hand, the flowing spring has already filled the gap.

When the water is full, it will overflow; when the moon is full, it will be weak.

The ultimate perfection is imperfection.

Imperfection can create perfection.

The ascetic life has worn away Xie Xiaofeng's arrogant nature, making his sword become more and more indifferent.

Ding Peng was horrified to find that his knife had been jammed by the sword, and all his back moves were blocked. Xie Xiaofeng turned his wrist and the blade of the sword slashed towards his throat.

At the critical moment, Ding Peng put down the scimitar in his hand and lay back on an iron bridge.

The sword edge scraped across his face, creating a bloody opening more than two inches long, like a blood-colored magic pattern. Ding Peng's wrist twitched, and the full-moon scimitar flew into the air.

But he wore a copper ring on his wrist. The inside of the copper ring was wrapped with sky silk, and the other end was tied to the handle of the knife.

When necessary, he can throw a machete and kill enemies with a spinning knife. The thin and tough sky silk, when stretched straight, can also be a sharp beheading blade.

This move can be described as dangerous and dangerous, it is a struggle in a desperate situation. Xie Xiaofeng's sword whirled around, he picked up the scimitar in a moment, and the sword finger of his left hand came out in a hurry.

"puff!"

Ding Peng was hit in the chest and vomited blood.

The blood quickly turned into mist, filling a three-foot radius in an instant, and all the surrounding vegetation withered and decayed.

Shura blood rain!

One of the secret secret techniques of the Demon Cult is to use one's own blood as a trigger to launch a strong attack. It can be burned with both jade and stone, or it can be hidden in the blood mist, taking the opportunity to escape the enemy's tracking.

"brush!"

The sword energy flowed down like the Milky Way, and the blood mist dissipated. However, with the help of this resistance, Ding Peng flew over ten feet and could no longer pursue him.

"Xie Xiaofeng, Ding's defeat today will be repaid in the future. You must not be killed!"

Ding Peng's voice came from afar. Although he was defeated by Xie Xiaofeng, he was still confident.

Failure is not terrible, just work hard for ten years and get it back. On the contrary, this is the motivation to move forward.

Thanks to my book friend, the handsome little Ange, Water Emperor Tianhe, scolding the cook after eating, 20170301013411927 for the reward