beg for chivalry

The Raksha ghost looked at Abbot Langsi, watching him show his power and anger, and suddenly felt a sense of boredom in his heart.

The grandpa is much scarier than this old man when he gets angry, Jin Wu thought.He is not afraid in his heart, he has provoked everyone in the Wumeng here one by one, and he doesn't really want to tell the winner, but he just wants to give Wang Tai and Tubu assassins more time to get rid of Hou Tianlou's minions .

Abbot Langsi held the vajra tightly and rushed straight.Luo Sha kicked his feet, and the swimming fish slipped into his arms.Before Lang Si came back to his senses, he felt that the Raksha ghost had grabbed his white beard, and his jaw was burning and hurting.

The old man was furious, and tried to stab him with the magic pestle, but the Golden Crow grabbed the two floating long eyebrows again, tied the long eyebrows and beard together, and tied a tight knot.

Now Abbot Langsi really looked funny, the more angry he was, the more he raised his eyebrows, the beard would always be pulled; but if he wanted to speak, the white beard would pull his eyebrows.In the end, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and squeeze out a few words of resentment from the gap between his teeth:

"—Raksha!"

The Golden Crow dodged his thrusting pestle tip, and said: "Why am I hurting you again, calling my name so loudly." He stopped walking again, touched his ears, and murmured, "It's so numb."

Lang Si's face turned red like a pig's liver, and the anger ignited from his chest all the way to the tip of his tongue, making him out of breath when he spoke.He said angrily: "You...you have no respect!"

Rakshasa in black glared at him, "You bully children."

The abbot was furious, and he was no longer as steady as before.When the monk of Fazang Temple saw this situation, he was shocked in his heart, he couldn't recognize that the violent old man in front of him was the same person as the abbot who muttered the Shurangama Sutra in a deep voice.

The vajra was waving more and more out of order, Jin Wu endured the pain and dodged here and there.Now he has no strength to fight recklessly, so he has to run away.But in the next moment, the precious pestle stabbed him in the chest, only to hear Langsi grinning: "Haha, evil ghost, let's see where you are going to escape!"

After Lang Si said this, he felt something was wrong, and when he took a closer look, he saw a black chess piece on the tip of the pestle.The Raksha ghost held the chess piece with two fingers, and smiled slyly at him.Abbot Lang Si yelled, and stabbed at him violently again, but he could only hear tinkling in his ears, and the flames burst out in front of his eyes.

The two jumped onto the overturned square table, with a round tree sticking out of the bottom of the table, and the table board was shaking when they stepped on it.When the black-clothed Raksha exerted force on the soles of his feet, it was like throwing a weight into a shovel, and the other end of the table was lifted high.Abbot Lang Si was caught off guard and bounced to the zenith like a ball.

The monk of the Qinggou Temple shouted: "Oops, no, the abbot of Fazang Temple was beaten into the sky by Raksha!"

But the young monk of Fazang Temple shook his head again and again, and said with a pious face, "No, it is the old abbot who has the ability to go to heaven and earth, and now he is willing to show it to us."

Abbot Langsi knocked a bump on the zenith, fell in a daze, staggered on his feet, and couldn't find his way for a long time.

Yan Jiubian seized the opportunity to get up, pulled out the silver-gilt sheath sword from his waist, and in an instant performed the first form of Juntian swordsmanship "Sword Passing Wuhen", and stabbed directly at the Raksha ghost!The clothes-trapping ghost couldn't use the Yan family's silkworm thread in front of everyone, so he could only use the Great Heaven sword technique taught by Wu Wugong.

The sharp edge is like a mirror, and the light of the sword is like frost.Although this first form is called "Wuhen", it seems to tear a chasm in the world, which makes people startled and terrified.

When the Jianghu disciples saw this sword move, they couldn't help but feel excited, filled with joy, and shouted loudly, "Good!"

Everyone praised again, "This is the Great Heavenly Sword Art of the Martial Leader, it is the best at cutting down evil spirits, the Rakshasa in black will definitely be defeated!"

"Jin Gongzi is really a young talent, the Juntian sword technique is the most difficult to learn, but he has already used the first form with ease and ease, really amazing!"

Even Wu Wugong stroked his beard in satisfaction, and looked at Yan Jiubian quite complacently.He knew that this nephew was weak and learning swordsmanship was not easy, he didn't want Yan Jiubian to have some kung fu foundation, so it was not a stumbling block for him to learn.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Wu Wugong turned pale with astonishment, and the people present were also stunned and stunned.

The black-clothed Raksha shot suddenly and grabbed Yan Jiubian's wrist.His hands were like lightning, he stabbed Neiguan and Tailing acupoints with his fingers, and in the blink of an eye he snatched the sword blade held by the ghost.The steel sword rotated once in his hand, revealing its edge, like frost and thin snow.

Raksha Ghost suddenly swung out a sword, the edge of the sword cut off the black hair on Yan Jiubian's cheek, and the cold light hurt everyone's eyes.Compared with the sword just now, there seems to be a difference between this sword and the sword just now. One is a small stroke, while the other is like a raging wave.

This sword cuts gold and jade, cuts iron like mud.In an instant, the waist knives, iron rods, and precious pestles that stood in front of Luo Sha rattled, and all of them were cracked.

The shards and powder of the weapon fell down amidst the sound of clangs and collisions, like crystal silver dust scattered all over the sky, and a light rain began to fall.

Rakshasa in black stood upright with his sword raised in the debris rain, Wu Wugong saw this scene in his eyes, only to be frightened out of his wits - this is the Great Heaven swordsmanship!

And it's not that the Great Heaven Sword Art is divided into ten levels, every second level enters one realm, divided into Wuhen, Lu Li, Frost Blade, Burning Rhinoceros, and Escaping Soul. If Yan Jiubian only knocked on the door of the Great Heaven Sword Art, The sword that the Raksha ghost just unleashed has already entered the realm of frost blade.

Although Jun Tian Sword's sword manual is published to the public, there are also unique formulas when practicing, it is difficult for non-Wu family members to know.Wu Wugong is well aware of the hardships of learning this sword, Yan Jiubian only got a glimpse of the way under his unreserved and careful teaching, but this black-clothed Rakshasa has already entered the room, and performed a set of great swordsmanship. !

Wu Wugong's mind was agitated, he couldn't help standing up suddenly, and shouted loudly: "Where did you learn this sword technique?"

Rakshasa in black looked at him, with a mocking smile in his eyes, "From you."

"You...how, how is this possible?" Wu Wugong couldn't help raising his voice, and opened his eyes as big as copper bells, "You mean that Wu once met you, a scum of the world, and taught him Your sword skills?"

Luo Sha said: "That's right, didn't you just perform the Jun Tian Sword Art at my birthday banquet, Uncle Wu?"

When he said the last three words, he deliberately dragged out the tone.

Wu Wugong said angrily: "Who allowed you to call it like that!"

Jin Wu said: "You."

"Ridiculous! Why did Wu promise you this?"

"When I was young, you begged me to call you that." Jin Wu sneered, "You wanted to be related to my father, and you wanted to be brothers with him, so you also insisted on asking me to call you uncle."

"You...you must have thought of some trick to steal Juntian swordsmanship from the Wu family..." Wu Wugong didn't want to listen to him, he just felt a headache and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his face.He beat his leg, and suddenly said, "That's right, that's right! It must be that bastard Wu Litian, who acted recklessly, ran away from the Wu family by himself, and even gave others the key to swordsmanship!"

"But you only taught him the four-fold sword technique, and I just performed the sixth-fold." Jin Wu said.

Wu Wugong stared at him speechlessly, his eyes were bloodshot, and he squeezed the armrests of the chair with both hands.

"If you still don't want to recognize me, then use the Juntian swordsmanship." The black-clothed Raksha shook the steel sword in his hand, his blue eyes burst into a fierce and fierce light, "I will fight with you four moves."

The Jianghu disciples looked at the two people who were at war with each other, and they were so suffocated before that they didn't dare to vent their anger, but now they whispered to each other with laughter, talking a lot, "Is this person telling the truth, or are they just lying?" Fighting, why are there four moves?"

As if hearing this whisper, the Raksha ghost smiled slightly.This smile is like a sharpened edge,

"Because there are ten levels of Juntian swordsmanship, I have only learned the sixth level now." He said, "Uncle Wu, I will learn one level and one level of your swordsmanship within four steps."

After finishing speaking, there was an uproar in the palace.The noise shook the sky and the earth, as if the zenith was trembling and falling dust.Learn Bi Juntian swordsmanship within four strokes!Everyone seemed to pop their eyeballs out and push their jaws to the bottom of their feet.

Blood dripped down from the corner of the black silk clothes, Jin Wu glanced at his feet, there was already a small puddle of blood.It's not so much that he is so bold that he wants to beat Wu Wugong within four steps, it's more that he is exhausted and can only last four more moves.

The effect of Xuekushi has not yet passed, and the pain caused by Yan Jiubian's poisonous needle has been suppressed again.Now he only felt numb and cold all over, as if this body no longer belonged to him.

Everyone turned their gazes to the leader of Wu League.The burly man just nodded slightly, staring at the cracks on the tea boat.Thick shadows dyed his face, outlining the outline of his face more and more like a stone.A Confucian shirt can't cover his strong muscles, and those rough and thick palms once held the Juntian Sword tightly, setting off a turbulent wave in the world that makes evil spirits frightened.

Qian Xian'er, who was so frightened before, finally got up from the ground with hands and feet, and yelled with a mournful face: "Leader, he is so rampant and indulgent, you have to teach him a good lesson, and give us a face of decency!"

Tightly tied up in silk, Neng Liang, wriggling like a rice worm, also struggled to raise his head, shouting: "That's right! I'll have to make this kid suffer a lot, knowing that the Wumeng's door is not just in and out of the Wumeng! "

It seemed as if a prairie fire was spreading among the crowd. The disciples in Jianghu were furious. They held up their swords and shouted in unison: "Master Qian is right! We must teach Luo Sha a lesson so that he can teach his parents!" Don't even recognize him!"

"Teach him, beat him!" Everyone shouted in unison, and some even shouted, "Kill him!" The sound was like sparks falling into boiling oil, and it boiled in the crowd after a while.In the end, the thunderous shouts turned into: "Kill him!" "Kill him!"

Abbot Langsi rubbed his painful head, staggered a few steps and finally stood upright.As soon as he regained consciousness, he said angrily to Wu Wugong: "Leader, why don't you take action against this kid?"

In the hustle and bustle, Wu Wugong, with his hands behind his back, slowly raised his head and sighed towards the complicated caisson.

"...Wu made a move."

In an instant, there seemed to be howling winds in the palace.

This wind is like a wild wild beast, spewing out blood and rain from its bloody mouth.Everyone felt that their clothes were rattling, their hair was disheveled, and it was even difficult for them to walk steadily.Wu Wugong's three-foot green blade hadn't been drawn from its sheath, or he had drawn his sword back to its sheath, flying like clouds and flowing water, without a trace. He was standing on a high place in the hall leisurely, as if standing side by side with a majestic Buddha statue, but the disciples underneath But it's crooked.

Many disciples were terrified by the situation, and their mouths were watering.They couldn't tell what Wu Wugong did, maybe he drew his sword, but no one saw him draw the sword.

But the black-clothed Rakshasa seemed to have been hit hard, and flew out quickly, smashing hard against the wall.

The Golden Crow fell down lightly like a piece of cloth, he only felt his knees go weak, and even though there was blood and bitterness to relieve the pain, the front of his body was in severe pain as if it was burning.Suddenly, a feeling of nausea surged up from his throat, and he covered his mouth suddenly, but he vomited a big mouthful of blood.He looked down again, only to see a bloody cut in front of him.But when the blade stabbed in front of him, he didn't feel it.

Standing on a high place, Wu Wugong looked at him proudly, his mustache slightly moved: "Look, this is the realm of 'Wuhen'."

Raksha Ghost's head was a little dizzy, he slowly got up, only felt that there was a lot of blood, let alone hold on until Mrs. Wang came to collect his body, I'm afraid he couldn't even last three times.

There seemed to be snowdrops floating in front of his eyes, and various thoughts flooded into his mind.In the pain, he thought of Yu Qiuxia sitting next to him with a smile in the past, scratching him with foxtail.That kid is an expert at enduring pain, every time he takes the third cut, his muscles and bones are torn apart, he looks like a ghost, but he still has the leisure to play with himself.

At that time he asked Yu Qiuxia why he was not afraid of pain, Yu Qiuxia blinked at him, and said: "As long as I think of the young master, I don't feel pain anywhere." Then he smiled playfully, looking for a gap to tickle him, and finally he The two fought together and beat each other black and blue, but they didn't feel uncomfortable.

Jin Wu grabbed the hilt of the sword and tremblingly got up.Every time he moved, his strength seemed to be draining from his body until it disappeared along with his life.

He thought he was the same.

As long as I think of Wang Xiaoyuan, it probably won't hurt so much.