The heavens begin with the Dharma of absorbing power

"clang!"

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing sounded. Xu Xin easily blocked the sneak attack from a tricky angle with the scimitar in his hand. Looking at the familiar bald monk in front of him, Xu Xin suddenly made a strange posture with his backhand.

The bald head opposite Xu Xin was the monk who first solved his doubts. At this time, the flower monk's bald head was covered with sweat. He felt like he was facing a formidable enemy and no longer had the confidence he had when they first met.

A group of Yuanting experts, including him, originally thought that Xu Xin was an assassin who was good at hidden assassinations and was not good at frontal combat. As long as he was surrounded, he could be easily hunted and killed.

But in the actual fight, they discovered how terrifying this "assassin" was. He fought from the east of the city to the south of the city, and fought several bloody battles. No less than a hundred officers and soldiers died in his hands, but his physical strength and internal energy seemed to have not been lost at all. No sign of fatigue.

In fact, much of the information these people had was deliberately left behind by Xu Xin in order to obscure the enemy's judgment.

Just like when he dealt with the monk named Datoman before, Xu Xin used the power-absorbing method and also sprinkled corpse-turning poison, creating signs that he was using poison power.

Because of the misjudgment of the intelligence, Yuan Ting paid a great price for his plan to kill this time, but he was still surrounded by Xu Xin.

"Can you tell me what this sword skill of yours is called?"

Xu Xin spoke calmly and kept adjusting the angle of the scimitar. If you look closely, you will find that his posture is very similar to that of the monk opposite, and his sword skills seem to come from the same way.

"Buddha is the Blood Sword Sect Baolin, so he naturally uses the Blood Sword Sword Technique. Boy, don't think you can scare Buddha by putting on the same posture..."

While Baolin, the monk from the Blood Knife Sect, was speaking, he kept looking in a certain direction with his peripheral vision, hoping that his companions would come quickly.

"The sword skills of the Blood Knife Sect, no wonder..."

A flash of surprise flashed across Xu Xin's eyes. One moment he was still chatting and laughing, and the next moment he decisively drew out his sword. With the same sword technique, his strength, speed and other aspects crushed Monk Baolin. Even if the latter's sword technique was more sophisticated, he still couldn't. Still no match for Xu Xin.

"How could you..."

Monk Baolin's shoulder was pierced by a bloody blade, and his bald head was caught in Xu Xin's hand. His face was full of confusion and horror. His energy was flowing away rapidly. Until he took his last breath, the bald head was still dazed.

Xu Xin was not interested in explaining to the dead how powerful his power-absorbing technique was. Naturally, his blood-sword technique was obtained from a monk he killed earlier. He was able to deal with Baolin by surprise, but he achieved great success in one battle.

Xu Xin's palms grasped Monk Baolin's head, absorbing the power and moving it. Baolin's martial arts experience was gained by him. At the same time, a large amount of essence entered the body to make up for the loss of the body, allowing Xu Xin to always maintain peak condition.

Xu Xin was still absorbing power, but he noticed someone coming from the right, which was the direction that Monk Baolin had observed many times before.

With a flick of his sleeve, he tore off Baolin's monk's robe and sprinkled some poisonous powder. With the sizzling sound and pungent smell, the monk Baolin, who was almost sucked dry, soon lost his appearance. .

Xu Xin destroyed the corpses and traces, and even had some time to disguise himself. In the alley over there, reinforcements from Monk Baolin finally arrived belatedly.

"This monk's energy and blood are so strong. Could it be said that he is good at practicing kung fu?"

Xu Xinwo was observing carefully on a certain wall, and saw several figures running towards him quickly. One of them, a monk in red, attracted his attention the most. From that seemingly not very strong body, there was a faint sound of Bi Baolin. The feeling of oppression is terrible, this is a master!

There are many powerful warriors in the Yuan court, but except for a small number of scum who came from the martial arts world of the Central Plains, the warriors who serve them are more from the Western Regions and Qinghai-Tibet, and most of them are monks from the Buddhist Tantric Sect.

Buddhist Esoteric Buddhism made great contributions before and after the founding of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. Many eminent monks and great virtues were awarded the title of Mongolian National Master. The Mongolian Yuan Dynasty took over the Central Plains, worshiped Buddhism and suppressed Taoism, and Esoteric Buddhism flourished. Naturally, it had to repay the favor, and a large number of disciples came out to serve the Yuan Dynasty. Potency.

Monk Baolin, whom Xu Xin killed earlier, was from the Qinghai Black Sect. His origins also came from Zangbian, and he was also a branch of the Tantric Sect.

"These people seem... capable of killing!"

Xu Xin stared at the monk intently, already making a decision in his heart.

"ah……"

A scream in the dark night was particularly ear-piercing. Several people who were rushing towards him subconsciously stopped and then hurried on. It seemed to be the voice of Monk Baolin.

Just when these people were about to run to the corner of the street, a familiar group of monks' robes suddenly flew over. There seemed to be a figure wrapped in the monks' robes, which should be the familiar monk Baolin.

People always relax their vigilance about familiar things, and their subconscious misjudgments cost these people blood. The sharp sword light was drawn from a tricky angle, and the monk's robe that wrapped Xu Xin exploded immediately, and the pieces were broken. As it moved towards covering several people, several streaks of blood splashed one after another.

Although Xu Xin's blood knife skills were just acquired for the first time, after continuous practice in actual combat, he had gained a certain level of proficiency and was quite powerful when used in sudden attacks. In the blink of an eye, three people had their necks wiped by him, and almost all of the remaining people were injured.

"Whoosh whoosh..."

After Xu Xin landed, he took advantage of the situation and slashed continuously. Every time he missed someone, a head flew up, and a large rain of blood sprayed everywhere. Headless corpses fell one after another, and soon only the last person was left. , it was the monk in red who gave him a sense of threat and oppression.

"Bang!"

The red-clothed monk glared at Xu Xin and shouted loudly, as if the Angry-Eye Vajra exploded with the power of a dragon or an elephant. The powerful and heavy Vajra pestle hit the wall and directly made a hole.

Xu Xin slipped sideways and walked Bagua, dodging the monk's blow to the head. He swung his scimitar and swung his left hand to attack both sides, attacking where he must save him.

The monk's skills were indeed not weak. He used his five fingers in a leisurely manner and relied on his strong strength to knock Xu Xin away after hitting the scimitar, and forcibly defused his attack.

Xu Xin didn't have time to tangle too much with this man, so he flew up with the force of the counter-shock, used the force to lift him up, and kicked his right leg backward at an incredible angle, aiming at the monk's forehead.

His kite flip was done at an extremely tricky angle, but the red-clothed monk was also a master, so he raised his palm to protect his head and bumped into it. The legs and palms struck each other, and a huge force came from the soles of the feet. This monk's strange strength was really frightening.

Xu Xin used his strength to run up the wall. When he turned around, he saw a rather horrifying scene. The monk's body shape had changed drastically. He was extremely muscular and muscular. He looked completely different from the thin ascetic before.

The Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows, Vajra glared, and the dragon elephant was powerful. The red-clothed monk quickly rushed towards Xu Xin. He is extremely powerful, and his punches and kicks are all thunderous.

"boom!"

Xu Xin faced the monk's fierce attack, but he fell from the sky and took the initiative to hit him head-on. The collision created a terrible wave of air, causing the wall next to him to shake and collapse.

"puff!"

Among the ruins filled with smoke and dust, Xu Xin couldn't help opening his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted all over the face of the monk in red.

A bloody knife penetrated the red-clothed monk from behind. By using the flaw created by hard confrontation, Xu Xin traded his injuries for his life, killing the monk from an incredible angle.

The moon was sparse and the sky was gradually whitening. Xu Xin pushed away the monk in red who had been sucked dry by him, and quickly found a direction to escape. He found a booklet from the monk's robe, and he could vaguely make out two words on it, which seemed to be...Dragon Elephant.