Chapter 74

The reason why Zen Master Xueting can be ranked among the top three masters in the world is definitely not because he is good at calling friends and beating opponents, but because his strength is indeed very strong.

Shen Qiao never doubted this. The moment Zen Master Xueting appeared, he had expected that today would be a fierce battle.

Xue Ting is not much younger than Qi Fengge, but when he has practiced martial arts to a certain level, his face can be permanent, and his aging degree is slower than ordinary people. The actual age is nearly a hundred years old.

Therefore, ordinary people see Zen Master Xue Ting as handsome and beautiful. If there is no blue thread, he will definitely be a rich and noble son. However, he is calm and dignified, with a solemn appearance, and he does not have the slightest sense of red dust.

Although Shen Qiao is also indifferent like a fairy, but he is soft-hearted. When he sees the weak, he has to reach out to help him. Sometimes he seems more humane than ordinary people. The Buddha statue is iron-mouthed and heartless, and there is no mercy, while the former is more like a pool of blue waves, looking calm, but even the geese swept on it, it can also leave sentimental ripples.

The first weight of "Fujian Mingwang Seal", □□. There are thousands of colors, all of which are full of fakes. People in the world can't distinguish them clearly. They are easy to fall into them and cannot extricate themselves. Only by upholding the clear mind of the glass can we eliminate the false and distinguish the true, ignore the demonic obstacles, and directly grasp the true heart.

The Buddha seals came from all directions, and there were heavy palm prints all around. The snow-white and flawless right hand was infinitely enlarged, just like the Vajra Buddha Seal, subduing demons and subduing demons.

However, Shen Qiao remained motionless, his left hand was behind his back, and only his right wrist vibrated slightly, the mountains and rivers and the sad sword vibrated along with them, like songs like weeping, like singing like chanting, so long in the sky, they broke the many Buddha seals. Distinguish the truth from the countless phantoms at a glance, and take the right hand of Xue Ting!

Xue Ting turned her palms into brushes, her fingertips were like willow leaves blowing in the wind, so beautiful and soft that you couldn't take your eyes off. Spring scenery, geese and oriole, peach blossoms hanging on the water, the beauty is beyond words.

But Shen Qiao not only did not pursue the victory, but immediately withdrew his hand and retreated, but seeing the place where Xueting's palm brushed, the bluestone on the ground was shattered inch by inch, and his true energy was overflowing. There is a sharp blade scraping, and the sting is abnormal.

Shen Qiao took advantage of the "blooming rainbow shadow in the sky", his body was like floating dust, he went straight back a few feet, suddenly jumped up again, hung upside down, the sword body turned into a white sword, and the sword qi descended from top to bottom, as if it had no roots. The water fell from the sky, and millions of snow lions galloped, accompanied by the thunder and hurricane, the momentum was overwhelming, and the edge was unstoppable!

The series of changes just now, in fact, only in the blink of an eye, Xue Ting's face was as calm as water, and at this moment, there was a slight surprise, and the sword energy was like a tornado, covering Xue Ting from top to bottom.

At that moment, Xue Ting seemed to have several options, but these options did not include breaking out, the sword qi was close at hand, he raised his left hand, the purple-gold staff and the sword qi met, making a loud noise, and the breath seemed to stagnate. No one could advance half a point toward the other, instead, they were shaken away and took a few steps back.

"After a few months, Shen Daochang's martial arts has advanced to a new level. It's really gratifying!" Zen Master Xueting looked solemn, and finally he was no longer distracted by Liansheng and Lianxie, but concentrated on Shen Qiao.

But for Shen Qiao, this is not good news. Although he is making progress, others will definitely not be standing still.

Master-level masters like Zen Master Xueting are naturally very difficult to take a step forward, but they can also practice the exercises, and they will also understand their state of mind. big.

Shen Qiao asked himself that before he was not injured, he and Guanglingsan, Duan Wenyang and the others could also be on a tie, but compared to Zen Master Xueting, he was probably a bit inferior, not to mention now. Although with the help of the power of "Zhu Yang Ce", his muscles and bones have been reshaped. From a fundamental point of view, integrating the strengths of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism is like building a house with a foundation that is several times stronger than others, but this does not mean building a house. His speed has also accelerated. Shen Qiao has already reached the level of "Sword Heart" in kendo, and is only one step away from "Sword God", but his internal strength is not 70% of what he used to be in the past, so he can't play the "Sword Heart" at all. maximum power.

Facing a master like Xue Ting, there is no luck at all.

But Shen Qiao couldn't let him see his details, otherwise it would mean that no one present could stop the opponent.

Shen Qiao's sword tip drooped down, stood on the spot, and said slowly: "In the end, Buddhism and Huanyue Sect have no selfish grudges, and the master has already killed Sect Master Yan once, so why should he pursue him? Even if Sect Master Yan is not there, In the Huanyue Sect, as long as Yuwenyong is the emperor for one day, there will still be other forces supporting Yuwenyong.

That Yan Wushi was one to two, and took the time to say, "A Qiao, you have made a lot of progress under the influence of this seat, this bald donkey was speechless when you asked him, and he will definitely become angry and become more and more violent. is you!"

If it was put in the past, let alone one lotus being born and one lotus being extinguished, ten lotus beings and ten lotus beings are definitely not the opponent of Yan Wushi, but now this situation is definitely impossible, and Xue Ting also expected it. At this point, the apprentice will be brought here.

Even if Liansheng and Lianxie couldn't take Yan Wushi for a while, it would be enough to hold him back.

Xue Ting saw Shen Qiao's intention, shook his head and said: "Shen Taoist should know that it is about the survival of Buddhism, and it is useless to talk about it. Today, the poor monk is only here for Sect Master Yan. If Shen Taoist is willing to withdraw, the poor monk will When grateful."

This person is very interesting, he clearly has the upper hand, yet he is so polite to Shen Qiao, neither sullen nor angry, indifferent, with his own grand master attitude.

If it wasn't for the two people's goals running counter to each other, Shen Qiao would be willing to sit down and discuss with him, instead of arguing with each other as he is now.

Yan Wushi doesn't seem to be prejudiced to treat others differently, and always looks for opportunities to break his cognition: "A Qiao, you're so stupid to ask this question, how could the old bald donkey kill Yu Wenyong without knowing how to kill Yu Wenyong? I pursued it relentlessly, and that was naturally because Buddhism wanted to maintain a bright and upright image, and couldn’t be accused of murdering monarchs. Old bald donkey, do you think I'm right?"

Xue Ting was too lazy to talk to him, so he whispered to Amitabha, and said in a low voice: "Daoist Shen is unwilling to watch, and insists on protecting Yan Wushi to the end, so the poor monk has no choice but to offend him."

When he was talking, he only took a step up, and the person was already in front of Shen Qiao, accompanied by the pleasant sound of the jade bells, which was continuous, and the purple gold staff fluttered towards Shen Qiao's chest.

His movements are very slow, so slow that one can see every detail clearly, but so fast that no one else has time to react.

Shen Qiao suddenly found that his skill was still too bad. Even if he could guess where Xue Ting's hand might be stretched out, his body still couldn't respond in time. A dull blow, followed by the pain that spread rapidly from that point, Shen Qiao couldn't control his body to fly backwards, his throat was full of fishy sweetness, after his momentary confusion, a mouthful of blood had already spit out from his mouth, People also hit the pillars heavily!

But Shen Qiao didn't stop for a moment, he used his strength, the sword light was like the moonlight entering the water, supplemented by Jiang Tao's huffing and puffing, all of a sudden the time was brilliant, splendid and splendid, layer upon layer, surging towards Zen Master Xueting, and then even the snow With such a cultivation base, Ting couldn't tell who was a man and who was a sword.

The two of Liansheng and Lianxie cooperated with each other, and they seemed to have a tacit understanding, and their hearts were connected. Yan Wushi's martial arts were not as good as before, and the flaws in the devil's heart had not been repaired. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lian Sheng and Lian Mie attacked one by one, surrounded Yan Wushi, and did not kill them, but they were as impeccable as Tai Chi.

They obviously got Xue Ting's orders in advance, and they knew that with their own abilities, even if Yan Wushi's skill was greatly reduced, it would still be a bit reluctant to kill him, so they just wanted to hold Yan Wushi and wait for Xue Ting to defeat Shen Qiao. , you can come to support.

It's a pity that after waiting and waiting, hundreds of tricks passed, and the two gradually sweated on their foreheads, but Shen Qiao was dragged by Xue Ting, and they couldn't separate at all.

Lian Sheng was a little anxious, and when his younger brother Lian Mie attacked Yan Wushi, he couldn't help but glanced in the direction of the master.

But at this moment, the situation suddenly changed!

Yan Wushi, who had been on the defensive, suddenly shot, and pointed to Lian Mie's palm for the sword. Lian Mie had previously seen Yan Wushi's mediocre performance, so he couldn't help but underestimate the enemy. As soon as he rose, he felt a tingling pain in his palm, as if pierced by a red-hot iron pestle.

He couldn't help screaming, his body reflexively retreated, and when he looked at his palm, a blood hole was actually broken open, blood gurgled out, and muscles and white bones were faintly visible.

When Liansheng heard the movement, he turned back quickly. He couldn't help being surprised when he saw this, but before he could move, a sword light suddenly passed in front of him.

Shen Qiao shouted: "Go!"

Along with these words, he took Yan Wushi's arm and swept toward the southeast.

Shen Qiao didn't dare to underestimate Xue Ting, so "Tiankuohongying" was almost carried to the extreme.

In the eyes of others, he still took Yan Wushi, and the two almost turned into two wind shadows, but he still felt insufficient, for fear that Xue Ting would catch up, he just kept flying forward all the way, and the trees on both sides turned into The phantom quickly retreated, but he didn't slow down for half a minute.

Although he didn't turn his head, Shen Qiao could clearly feel that there was always a threat behind him. It seemed to be adorned from a distance, like a awn on his back. It was clearly Xue Ting who was chasing behind and was unwilling to rest, even if Shen Qiao was fast. One step, it is impossible to get rid of Xue Ting's entanglement for a moment.

Shen Qiao took Yan Wushi out of the city and went straight to Guojian Mountain next to Weizhou.

There are dense forests in the mountain script, and it is easy to hide the figure, but Yan Wushi said: "Go up the mountain."

Shen Qiao didn't even think about it, but without stopping, he swept up the mountain again.

At this time, it is early spring, the glaciers are melting, the flowers are blooming, the springs in the mountains are singing and the birds are singing, and there is a lot of vitality. , the mist is shrouded in mist, adding a bit of danger.

Halfway up the mountain, Shen Qiao found a cave, hidden behind the jungle, dark and winding inside, the stream was rushing, and it was quite deep, so he entered together with Yan Wushi, and walked about a few feet away, suddenly bright and open in front of his eyes, all around. As if the stone wall is smooth, the radius is the size of the hall of a big family.

Looking up again, the top of the head was no longer covered with rocks, and the sunlight shone down from the gaps between the intertwined leaves and fell on the dead leaves under their feet.

Yan Wushi said: "Just here, Xue Ting only said that we would hide in the woods under the mountain, and I never imagined that we would come up the mountain."

The mind that Shen Qiao had been holding was relaxed just now, but what followed was not relaxation and pleasure, but instead he bent down and spat out a mouthful of blood.

That was the internal injury he suffered when he just fought against Xueting. Later, he ran with Yan Wushi all the way. His chest was always painful, but he was afraid that he would let out his breath, so he didn't even speak until this moment.

The palm of the top three master-level masters in the world is not something that everyone can withstand. Shen Qiao's skill has not yet fully recovered, so he can fight against each other for so long, and he can escape with Yan Wushi. He is not yet fully proficient in the realm of "Sword Heart", but if the realm is used on the sword, it cannot be as continuous as inner strength, so long before the fight, Shen Qiao never thought of fighting with Zen Master Xueting to the end. Is prepared to retreat at any time.

It is not easy to leave under the eyes of Zen Master Xueting, especially when he is still carrying a "burden", but Shen Qiao managed to do it.

Obviously, although the two have not had in-depth exchanges on the issue of retreat before, Yan Wushi must have the same idea, so the two can reach a tacit understanding and consensus without words.

With this mouthful of blood spitting out, Shen Qiao was dizzy and dizzy. He almost didn't even have the strength to stand up. As a result of excessive energy consumption and internal injuries, his eyes went black, his ears buzzed, and he fell straight forward.

Yan Wushi hugged him naturally, and said with a smile: "A Qiao, I know you like me, but you don't have to rush to give him a hug!"

His voice was a little out of breath, and he was obviously injured, but it did not detract from the wanton teasing in Sect Master Yan's words.

As soon as the words fell, Shen Qiao spat out another mouthful of blood, almost half of his body leaned against his arm, his face was pale and he was dying.

Yan Wushi snorted: "Isn't it going to be so angry that you vomit blood?"

Naturally, Shen Qiao was not so angry that he vomited blood, but he didn't have the strength to refute it, he just said softly: "We're leaving, what will happen to Uncle Wu and Ah Qing?"

Yan Wushi: "Xue Ting is not Sang Jingxing. After all, he still has the face of Buddhism, and he knows that it is useless to threaten me with those two people, so naturally he will not do useless things."

Shen Qiao nodded, blood stained on his lips, making his lips colder and whiter, and the blood red.

Yan Wushi stretched out his thumb and wiped the remaining blood from his lips.

Shen Qiao's chest felt unbearable, and even his breathing eased, he could no longer concentrate on things outside his body, and even his senses became dull. Not allowed to spit it out, his eyes widened, his body already reacted rationally and swallowed the thing.

His throat was dry and sore, and he almost choked to death. He coughed violently, affecting his internal injuries, and even his eyes were wet.

"Jade... Cistanche?"