Even though he knew in which direction the middle-aged scholar was escaping, Chen Chao still chose the opposite direction and walked slowly in the mountains alone. Chen Chao, who lost interest, casually crushed the Buddhist beads that Nanshan Maitreya gave him.
I have no intention of going to Nanshan Maitreya to settle accounts. Along the way, I meet good people, which is actually okay. If I meet a bad person, I have to think about how bad he is and whether there is a need to kill him. It is actually quite tiring.
Although Nanshan Maitreya was not necessarily a good person, fortunately he did not have murderous intentions towards Chen Chao. Now that he was being plotted against, Chen Chao did not think it was a big deal. At least from the beginning, Chen Chao knew that the other party had bad intentions.
It's just that he doesn't care about Nanshan Maitreya, but he still wants to kill the demon king. After all, if he lives, it will definitely not be a good thing for the people nearby.
Although Xu Bai's realm is high, he may not be able to kill the demon king. What Chen Chao has to do is to find the demon king's whereabouts and then wait and see.
He has done this kind of thing a lot before, so now he is very familiar with it.
Among the monks in this mountain, no one understands the habits of monsters better than Chen Chao.
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Xu Bai was extremely anxious. Although he was forced to hunt down the middle-aged scholar, in fact, what he cared about the most was his wife. The flying sword from Jianqi Mountain was always the icing on the cake for Xu Bai.
Forget it, how important is Jiang Ying? But after being together for so many years, he also knows very well what kind of temper his first wife is. Even if he turns back at this moment, she will still have a sword across her neck.
Now, he can only kill the middle-aged scholar as soon as possible before he can make things go smoothly.
After making up his mind, Xu Bai Jianxin gradually calmed down. A few miles later, he stopped the middle-aged scholar and handed out a sword.
The bright sword light cut down several big trees in front of him in an instant, and the middle-aged scholar had to stop and turn around to look at the sword cultivator from the Other Shore Realm.
Xu Bai didn't have time to say anything, he just handed over the sword at this moment.
He is already quite talented. If he didn't have famous teachers and sects behind him, he might have set foot in the realm of Wangyou early and become a true swordsman. Therefore, when he takes action now, the middle-aged scholar will be at a disadvantage very quickly.
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"Swordsman?! Damn it!"
The middle-aged scholar received a blow from Xu Bai's sword, and a wound appeared on his chest. Blood flowed out, but at the same time, countless demonic energies arose, and he headed towards Xu Bai.
Xu Bai slashed away the evil spirit in front of him with a sword. When he saw the middle-aged scholar's true appearance, he let go of the sword in his hand with an expressionless expression. The flying sword flew through the air and struck at the middle-aged scholar in front of him again.
The middle-aged scholar waved his hand to stop the flying sword, and at the same time, his figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Xu Bai. Without the flying sword to restrain him, Xu Bai had no fear when he faced the demon king.
With a sword finger, a sword energy emerged from the fingertips, and then slashed out, leaving a shocking wound on the middle-aged scholar's body again.
The middle-aged scholar did not retreat but advanced. He placed a palm on Xu Bai's heart, and billowing demonic energy poured out, pouring directly into the sword cultivator's body.
Xu Bai lost his mind in an instant, and the flying sword fell down weakly.
There was a chill in the middle-aged scholar's eyes, and a hint of ruthlessness. He really wanted to hit the swordsman severely at this moment, but he also understood that if he really wanted to take action and leave later, he probably wouldn't be able to do it.
In just this move, he had already spent more than half of the essence and blood he had accumulated over the past few days, and the remaining half could only be used to escape.
So he took one last look at the sword cultivator in front of him. There was a lot of unwillingness in his eyes, but it still turned into a streak of evil energy and floated away into the distance.
Xu Bai came back to his senses after a moment, his eyes became clear, he recalled his flying sword again, looked around, but could no longer see any trace of the monster.
He stood there stunned for a moment, then finally sighed, returned his flying sword to its sheath, and continued to search for traces of the middle-aged scholar.
Now the middle-aged scholar has suffered another heavy blow. If he cannot succeed, he will probably let others take advantage of him.
If this was the case, Xu Bai could predict how disappointed Jiang Ying was.
He didn't want his wife to die, and he didn't want to see her sad. But Xu Bai knew that there were so many ways to have both ends of the world, but at this moment he had no choice but to do his best. He hoped that the outcome would be as he wished.
That would be perfect.
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In Tugou Mountain, there is an abandoned mountain temple from the previous dynasty. Because the Liang Dynasty did not respect ghosts and gods, it has long been dilapidated. After that, as time passed, countless vines and weeds grew, almost covering it up. Even the people nearby.
No one knew that there was actually a mountain temple in this mountain.
The middle-aged scholar condensed his figure in front of the vines. After looking around, he confirmed that there were no outsiders. Then he lowered his head and glanced at his wounds. The two swords in front of him were not minor injuries. It must be said that the sword cultivator's so-called killing power
Being unparalleled in the world is not a nonsense, but the middle-aged scholar just looks ugly at the moment. He has been injured by two sword cultivators before and after. He has long hated the sword cultivators.
After resting for a while, the middle-aged scholar slowly transformed into a demonic aura and entered the main hall of the dilapidated mountain temple.
The middle-aged scholar, who sat down in front of the dilapidated statue of the mountain god and was about to adjust his injuries, suddenly opened his eyes.
Behind the mountain god statue, footsteps could be heard.
A young man wearing a black shirt and carrying a knife came out, it was Chen Chao.
Looking at this young man with whom he had met once before, the middle-aged scholar lost his voice and said, "How did you find this place?"
Chen Chao looked at the transformed monster in front of him and smiled: "I have done this kind of thing a lot, so I probably have some experience."
The middle-aged scholar's expression was gloomy and uncertain. After a long time, he sighed and said, "I originally thought that sword cultivator was the most difficult to deal with, but I didn't expect it to be you."
Chen Chao said calmly: "In a real fight, I may not be his opponent, but when it comes to finding traces of monsters, even ten of them can't match me."
The middle-aged scholar said softly: "It seems that you have killed many monsters."
"It's probably normal for demons to eat humans and humans to kill demons, right?"
Chen Chao rubbed his head and was not in a hurry to take action, but asked: "Have you eaten a lot of people too?"
The middle-aged scholar said calmly: "I liked it in the early years, but in recent years it has become less and less."
Chen Chao snorted, nodded and said, "Then if I kill you now, it won't be considered unprovoked."
The middle-aged scholar sneered: "But you're here just for the things I have on you. Why are you talking so righteously?"
Chen Chao shook his head, "Just by the way, I have to be first in line to kill you."
The middle-aged scholar was a little confused for a while.
"I serve in the imperial court as a military attache, and it is my duty to kill demons and protect the people." Chen Chao said a few more words.
"So you are the guardian envoy, from Huanglong Prefecture?"
The middle-aged scholar seemed to know that there was no way he could escape, and he seemed very calm at the moment.
Chen Chao said with a smile: "I worked as a garrison envoy in Weizhou a few years ago, and now I am in the capital city of Shenzhou."
"He's still a big shot, amazing."
The middle-aged scholar praised expressionlessly.
Chen Chao said nothing.
The middle-aged scholar suddenly said: "I can break the demon horn and give it to you. It's just a few more decades of practice. Now that you haven't done it yet, you are not sure of victory, right? In other words, you are worried that even if you try hard to kill,
After marrying me, are you just going to let others take advantage of you?"
Chen Chao said: "I never thought that you, a demon, would have such thoughts."
"There are too many people eating, and they are talking in my ears all day long, so naturally they can understand a little bit."
The middle-aged scholar sneered: "Speaking of which, you people are worse than monsters like us."
Chen Chao did not refute, but instead agreed: "Some people do have deep thoughts, and their hearts are not red after all. They are indeed not as good as monsters, but that definitely does not include you."
The middle-aged scholar didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and said indifferently: "How, what do you think?"
Chen Chao did not answer this sentence, but just asked: "Who was the sword fairy who handed out the sword before?"
Mentioning the hated swordsman, the middle-aged scholar felt a sense of fear in his heart for no reason, but at the moment he didn't want to go into details, so he simply said: "That man calls himself Liu Banbi."
Chen Chao nodded thoughtfully and said, "It is indeed him."
The middle-aged scholar was startled and just about to speak, he wanted to ask about their relationship.
Chen Chao then smiled and said: "It's not that I can't kill you, I just want to know about this matter. Now that I know it, you can die."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Chao had already stepped in front of him, grabbed the middle-aged scholar's head, and punched his wound hard with his other hand.
After that, the knife at his waist was unsheathed in an instant, and his head seemed to be cut off by the way.
Then Chen Chao threw out the head, sheathed the knife, and said to himself: "You really think you can survive, what are you thinking?"
The lifeless middle-aged scholar soon transformed into his prototype. It turned out to be an unusual white deer with a pair of antlers on its head. It was as white as snow and filled with light. You could tell it was a good thing just by looking at it.
Chen Chao stretched out his hand to cut off the antlers, took the demon bead, and then walked out of the hall.
But at this moment, a figure appeared in front of him.
It was Xu Bai who came with the sword.
Chen Chao laughed to himself, but he still underestimated this sword cultivator.
Xu Bai saw the snow-white antlers in Chen Chao's hand at a glance. After landing, his expression was complicated for a moment and he didn't know what to say.
Chen Chao took the initiative and said: "This pair of antlers is owned. Fellow Taoist, have you thought of two tricks?"
Xu Bai came to his senses in a daze, thinking about his wife Jiang Ying, and finally shook his head and said bitterly: "Since this thing has been obtained by fellow Taoists, I will naturally not snatch it away."
Chen Chao thought for a moment and threw out the demon bead in his hand, "You were the first to be seriously injured by this monster, so I got a good deal. The demon bead belongs to you, and I only want these pair of antlers."
Xu Bai, who took the demon bead, nodded and said with some shame, "Then I would be disrespectful."
Chen Chao nodded and was about to leave.
But at this moment, another voice sounded in the distance, "Little friend, why didn't you inform the poor monk when you learned about the traces of the monster?"
Nanshan Maitreya came here with Jiang Ying and looked at the snow-white antlers in Chen Chao's hand with a smile.
Xu Bai suddenly turned around and said angrily: "Nanshan Maitreya, do you want to die?!"
He could naturally see that Nanshan Maitreya had captured his wife Jiang Ying.
Jiang Ying couldn't speak. At this moment, she just looked at her husband with a little guilt in her eyes.
"Master, how did you capture this fellow Taoist?" Chen Chao also spoke at this moment, as if he was confused.
Nanshan Maitreya smiled and said: "Little friend, please don't pretend to be stupid. Today, the poor monk also misjudged me. It turns out that little friend is not a young child."
Chen Chao also smiled and said: "But I still fell into the trap of the master and left some tricks on me."
"It's not worth mentioning, little friend, can you part with this antlers? I'll have a lot of use for them."
Nanshan Maitreya is still smiling, like a Maitreya Buddha.
"Then it depends on the master's bid."
Chen Chao put away the antlers, placed his palm on the handle of the knife, and narrowed his eyes.
Nanshan Maitreya narrowed his eyes and said: "It seems that my friend is unwilling, so I will trouble Taoist Xu."
Xu Bai was startled, then realized what he was doing, and his face turned ugly.
It turned out that Nanshan Maitreya wanted to use his own hand to grab the antlers. Xu Bai would have walked away in a normal situation, but at this moment, with his wife in his hands, Xu Bai had to give in.
"Xu Daoyou's swordsmanship is the best in Huanglongzhou. It's not difficult to take down such a vulgar martial artist, right? But Xu Daoyou has to work hard. If he doesn't succeed, I'm afraid my wife's life will be hard to guarantee.
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Nanshan Maitreya is sure of victory, but the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind him. Now he is the oriole.
Chen Chao suddenly asked: "If I hand over the antlers, can Master let me go?"
Nanshan Maitreya smiled and nodded, "Of course it is. After all, monks are compassionate."
Chen Chao nodded and repeated: "What a compassionate person."
This chapter has been completed!