Taiping Inn

In the Buddhist temple, a strange situation occurred: the two women were fighting fiercely with swords, and every move was to kill someone, but the two men were staring at each other without any movement.

It was a bit funny.

After a long time, Fan Wencheng slowly said: "Sir, how about we each take a step back? If you leave this place, I will not pursue it anymore. Let's part ways in peace, and just regard it as a fight without acquaintance."

Li Xuandu slowly stepped back a few steps, still staring at Fan Wencheng.

Fan Wencheng smiled and said, "You don't trust me."

Li Xuandu said, "You and I have been in the martial arts world for a long time. If you don't have this little bit of vigilance, I'm afraid you would have drowned in the martial arts world long ago."

Fan Wencheng gently patted his lower abdomen with a folding fan and said, "I really don't want to fight with you. Just take the head as a joke, don't mind it."

Li Xuandu said, "Junior Sister Su."

Su Yunjiao had already had the upper hand. When she heard Li Xuandu's words, she was confident that she could kill this maid with the sword even if there were more than a hundred moves. She still did not act on impulse, but honestly withdrew and returned to Li Xuandu's side. In fact, after being rescued by Li Xuandu just now, she was convinced, and she was in danger, so she naturally knew the importance of it.

Compared to Su Yunjiao's calmness, the woman was much more miserable. Her clothes were ragged, all thanks to Su Yunjiao. Although her physique was extremely strange and could ignore Su Yunjiao's sword wounds, many parts of her body began to show black and purple colors. Now that Su Yunjiao had withdrawn, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Xuandu glanced at the woman and said, "What a cruel method."

Su Yunjiao asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

Li Xuan did not hide the truth and answered directly, "The reason why this person can survive under your sword is not because she has cultivated a golden body or a Dharma body, but because she is a dead person. Her body is dead, but her soul is still alive. She uses magic to confine her soul to her body. She can be said to be a living dead person."

Su Yunjiao's face suddenly showed disgust.

"Good insight." After hearing this, Fan Wencheng smiled and said, "She is indeed a living dead, who was forcibly refined by the sect master with magic. She seems to be alive but not alive, and dead but not dead. She walks between yin and yang, which is extremely mysterious."

Li Xuandu had no expression on his face, but Su Yunjiao couldn't help but scolded him, "This act is against the will of heaven and human ethics. You Zaoge Sect are so bold. Aren't you afraid of heaven's punishment?"

Fan Wencheng smiled and said, "I don't know how bold our Zaoge Sect is, but it must be much bigger than you think. To put it bluntly, , you haven't seen anything really bold yet."

"You!" Su Yunjiao was furious and was about to step forward with a sword, but was stopped by Li Xuandu. Then he heard Li Xuandu say to Fan Wencheng: "If we leave now, won't the people of this huge city be killed? I wonder how many people will become this kind of living dead?"

Fan Wencheng sighed with a little regret, and suddenly stood up, giving the man a taste of his own medicine, and suddenly chopped him down with the folding fan in his hand. The folding fan was not a sharp weapon for chopping, but it was amazing when it was chopped in his hand.

Li Xuandu took a step forward, and the "cold beauty" in his hand was lifted up diagonally, and the blade and the folding fan collided with each other. The middle-aged scholar smiled grimly, and the aura of the folding fan in his hand suddenly surged. He was confident that his realm and cultivation were higher than this person, so he was going to use his strength to break all tricks and crush this person to death with his powerful aura.

When he was about to have the confidence to crush him to death, Li Xuandu approached and pushed his palm towards his chest again.

The middle-aged scholar was not a novice who had just experienced the battle. The momentum of the folding fan in his hand did not change, and he did not reduce the force at all. At the same time, he did not dodge, but let Li Xuandu hit his chest.

However, Li Xuandu's move was a fake move. At the moment when it was about to touch his chest, he tilted his wrist and lifted his lower jaw upwards. A palm of Qi suddenly poured out, which immediately made Fan Wencheng fall down. At the same time, Li Xuandu actually used the sword-controlling technique to control the "cold beauty" and then passed by Fan Wencheng. On the other hand, the five fingers of the other hand suddenly closed together, four fingers were bent, and only the index finger was straightened. A palm containing "Wuji Jin" slammed hard on Fan Wencheng's chest.

Fan Wencheng's chest suddenly shrank downward, dissipating most of the force, but after landing, he still slid backwards for a very long distance, and his feet cut a crack on the ground.

Fan Wencheng's mouth was bleeding, and he lifted his sleeves to wipe it off gently. The smile on his face became more and more gloomy. He wanted to resist Li Xuandu's palm and crush him half to death, but he didn't expect that this person's Lin Ji's ability to deal with it was really terrifying. If it weren't for his higher realm, he would have to pay a huge price of a broken chest and ventricular concussion. He had no choice but to defend with all his strength, but even so, his blood was surging.

This taste has not been felt for a long time.

Li Xuandu reached out and held the "cold beauty" again. He was not too proud or afraid of the response just now.

In fact, he had experienced too much in the many battles in the past. In terms of combat experience alone, Yan Feiqing, Su Yun'an, and Yu Qingning, who were of the same generation, were not as good as Li Xuandu alone. This was one of the important reasons why Li Xuandu could often fight across borders.

To make an inappropriate analogy, practicing martial arts and refining Qi is training soldiers, and fighting with others is using soldiers. If you can only use soldiers but not practice them, you will naturally be defeated by other people's elite soldiers and generals. However, if you can only train soldiers but not use them, you will easily be defeated by the weak.

Fan Wencheng said softly: "It seems that today is destined to be difficult to end peacefully."

Li Xuandu said: "If it is to end peacefully, why did I come here?"

The middle-aged scholar did not get angry, but put away the folding fan in his hand, and then his body directly crossed the roof of the Heavenly King Hall and swept backwards. Li Xuandu rushed forward and split the Heavenly King Hall with a knife.

One up and one down, the two went forward side by side.

After the Heavenly King Hall, it is the square in front of the Great Hall.

The Great Hall is the core of a temple, where monks concentrate on cultivation morning and evening. Generally, the hall has three bays, while the Great Hall has nine and five bays, symbolizing the "Nine Fives Supreme" like the emperor.

According to the rules, a tripod with the name of the temple engraved on it is placed in the middle of the main hall. A large incense burner for burning incense and offering incense to Buddha is placed to the north. There are a pair of flagpoles in front of the hall, and a flagpole on the top of each flagpole. There is a pair of carved dragon pillars or a pair of exquisite towers. In front of the Buddha statue in the hall, there are prayer flags, gates and various instruments, making the main hall look solemn and solemn.

At this time, there is a bronze tripod almost as tall as a person in the square. Fan Wencheng fell to the side of the tripod and slapped it with his backhand.

There was a loud bang, which was really a huge bell.

A handprint with clear palm prints appeared on the tripod, and then the huge tripod weighing ten thousand pounds was slapped off the ground and hit Li Xuandu who followed closely.

With such a weight, even if a master of the innate realm was hit, he would be injured in his internal organs and his foundation.

Facing the huge bronze tripod that was coming head-on, Li Xuandu did not dodge or evade, and the Qi in his body circulated throughout the whole body, flowing for 800 miles.

He directly cut the tripod in half with one knife.

Su Yunjiao, who was not far away, saw this scene and could not help but admire it. If she faced this big tripod, she would have no choice but to dodge, but the man surnamed Li directly cut it open with one knife. It was a solid bronze tripod!

Domineering, really domineering.

However, when Li Xuandu cut the tripod open with one knife, the Qi that was running to the extreme in his body inevitably stagnated for a moment. Fan Wencheng seized this opportunity, jumped up, and chopped Li Xuandu's head with a hand knife. If he was cut, he would be beheaded with one knife.

At the critical moment, Li Xuandu leaned back, wanting to fall but not falling, and barely avoided the sharp hand knife, but the sharp Qi brought by the hand knife still left a blood mark on his neck.

Fan Wencheng took advantage of the situation and attacked, turning his knife hand into a palm and slapping Li Xuandu's chest. This "heart-breaking style" was the secret of Zaoge Sect, which was specially used to break the body's protective qi and was extremely vicious. This "heart-breaking style" hit down firmly, and it was sure to shatter the heart.

After only two or three minutes of "heart-breaking", Fan Wencheng was hit on the forehead by Li Xuandu's punch and fell out fiercely.