The Monk

Chapter 425 Passing by

Cheng Xi'er said: "We are foreigners. It is our first time to come to Wu. General, can you tell us what happened? Why is the passage prohibited?"

The general's expression softened, and he asked suspiciously: "Aren't you from the Wu state?" He looked at the crowd again and saw that the clothes were indeed different. Forty people were all walking in white. If they were not keeping filial piety, they would be a bunch of cowards, and he asked again: " What are you doing here in Shangwu?”

Go to Wu? Is there still Xia Wu? The division of place names in Wu State is strange enough. Zhang was afraid that he would stand out from the crowd, so he walked to Cheng Xi'er and cupped his hands and said, "We are sailing here. When we saw the beautiful scenery, we went ashore to take a look. Please give me some advice, general."

The general pondered for a moment, as if he was distinguishing between truth and lies, and then said: "The war in Wu is in chaos. You'd better take a boat and leave quickly, so as not to lose your life in vain." While speaking, he stared at Zhang Ain to see how he would react.

Why are we at war again? Zhang was afraid that he would get a headache when he heard about the war. In the vast continent, it seemed that anyone could risk his life. He frowned and asked: "Can I ask why we are fighting?" As soon as he said the words, he laughed at himself, "Why do you ask this?" I'm really full.

"Are you really not locals?" General Zi Helm was stunned when he heard this. The Wu Kingdom had been in civil strife for as long as he could remember, but no one had ever asked this question.

Just as Zhang Ping was about to reply, his expression suddenly changed. He turned around and looked around. Not long after, three figures appeared on the horizon, flying towards the big city.

General Purple Helmet also noticed the trapeze artist, his face changed suddenly, and he ordered: "Fire the loud arrows." He followed the order: "Retreat!" There were soldiers around him who shot loud arrows into the sky, and the soldiers of the three columns retreated in order, with the archers going first, and the swordsmen following. Behind the crossbowmen hall, eighty steel crossbows were aimed at Zhang Ai and others. When the other soldiers left in formation, the crossbowmen turned around and ran quickly in threes and threes. Although they were wearing heavy helmets, their movements were not affected and they ran extremely fast. When the last three crossbowmen turned and retreated, the purple-helmeted general turned around and left.

Zhang Ping praised: "This person is good."

At this time, the three people in the sky had already flown up and watched the soldiers leave without making any move. They were more interested in the noisy arrow in the sky and the forty men in white clothes. A person on the left said: "White monk? Bai Wu is at the far east. What are they doing here?"

God's consciousness swept across a group of Foundation Establishment disciples. The person on the right smiled and said: "It's not easy for Foundation Establishment disciples to run so far. Let's go." The person in the middle nodded and whispered: "Let's go." The three of them stepped forward slightly. He leaned down, his Qi machine activated instantly, and he flew far away.

The three of them were wearing black robes with flying sword marks embroidered on their cuffs. They were flying over the big city in front of them, and three more people flew from the other direction of the big city. They were wearing blue robes and had a magic sword tied to their backs.

Seeing the man in blue shirt arriving, the man in black robe smiled and said, "Don't worry, we are just passing by and we won't fight with you."

The leader in blue shirt said coldly: "You said passing by is just passing by? Another day I will go to your house and pass by."

The man in black robe's smile did not diminish: "Welcome, welcome. It would be best for Wu Tiantian Sword Sect to come to our house as a guest, but you need to bring more people with you, otherwise I'm worried that you won't be able to come back."

Looking at the tone of voice of the six people in the sky, he guessed that there would definitely be a fight. Zhang Ain sighed: "We have to fight again, let's go." Zhang Tianfang refused: "Look, look, if we don't participate, it's okay to just look, right?" "Look at you, you big-headed devil." Zhang Ain led the girls to turn around and walk towards the way they came from. Zhang Tianfang was very unhappy: "Why don't you have any human touch?"

Zhang Wen wanted to leave, but someone refused to let him go. The man in blue asked loudly: "But you are a disciple of the White Lotus Sword Sect? Come and join Wu Hegan?"

Zhang Tianfang replied in a loud voice: "Don't worry, we are just passing by and we won't fight with you." After learning the man in black's sentence completely, Zhang Wen kicked him: "You are just looking for trouble."

The man in blue shirt smiled coldly: "Are you all passing by? Very good, very good. If you want to pass by, I can't ignore you." He made a magic spell with both hands, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The blood condensed in the air without scattering, from the middle to the left and right. It stretched, and a blood sword appeared in a moment. The man in blue pointed at the man in black and shouted: "Go!" The blood sword stabbed past, and he flew towards Zhang Afraid. He wanted to leave everyone behind.

The man in black robes in the air smiled bitterly and said, "What about that? We were just passing by." He showed his magic sword to block the blood sword, and the two men on the left and right faced the other two men in blue robes.

Zhang Tianfang was afraid that it would not be lively, so he shouted in great interest: "What's the matter? We are really passing by." He then asked Zhang Ai in a low voice: "Are you going up, or am I going up?"

Zhang Ping was very angry. Yesterday, he had a confused fight at sea and then a confused fight on land. Now he was about to have another confused fight. Three confused fights in two days. It was really unbearable. The sword of the man in blue shirt was like lightning. When Zhang Tianfang spoke, it had already fallen from the sky and stabbed Zhang Afraid. Zhang fearfully swung away and shouted angrily: "I'm just passing by! Do you understand that I'm passing by?"

His movements were too fast, which surprised the man in blue. He confirmed again with his spiritual consciousness that yes, it was a foundation-building cultivation. So he relaxed and said in a dark voice: "I'll hit you as you pass by." The magic sword came back, A sword light shot out from the tip of the sword, like thunder and lightning shooting towards Zhang Wen.

Zhang was afraid of being angry. He didn't like fighting anymore and he couldn't be bullied for nothing. The Fushen Sword appeared out of thin air, lightly slashed through the air, silently cutting off the opponent's sword light, followed by another stroke, and cut off the opponent's sword with a clang, and then Send it forward and the stab is empty.

The man in blue shirt was a high-level practitioner of pill formation. He realized something was wrong when the sword light was slashed. He let go of his sword and flew sideways to retreat. He reacted quickly and moved even faster. He ducked out of Li Xu, and then took out the magical sword.

Zhang was afraid of stabbing the air with his sword, and was very frightened. This guy reacted so quickly! I am two realms higher than him and I can't kill him. Thinking about the monks I met in the past two days, judging from the fighting process, they have extremely rich fighting experience. Their tricks are mainly simple and practical. They all directly attack the vital points and pursue killing with one blow. They are a group of fighting lunatics.

He forced the man in blue back with one strike of his sword. The other five people in the air were a little surprised when they saw it. They stopped fighting and separated from each other. They stood in two attack formations and faced Zhang Wei. The bloody sword lost its enemy and exploded with a bang. Open, it disperses into blood mist and falls into the air.

Zhang Awei looked at the six people who were facing a formidable enemy and said helplessly: "It's unnecessary! You spit blood just to stop others for a while. How much blood do you have? I told you that I was just passing by. Why don't you believe it?" He waved to the girl. People: "Let's go."

Just as they took a step forward, the leader in black robe and the leader in blue shirt shouted in unison: "You can't leave!" At the same time as the voice, there was the sound of a transmission note being fired, and the man in blue shirt called for help.

Zhang Ai was furious: "Again? You don't want to fight, why don't you?" He threw his Fushen Sword and shot it at the black-robed man's little boss. He summoned the hard iron sword and flew towards the blue-robed man. He clenched his hands and slashed in the air. A cross was cut, and two black blade lines were shot through with the cross. Zhang Ai followed closely behind him with a knife, ready to strike again when the man in blue shirt escaped.