Chapter 94 Playing the sword is like playing the piano, three swords explode to kill the evil monk [please vote for monthly votes]

For practitioners, the murderous aura is actually very obvious, and it is a kind of aura that is not easy to hide.

The stronger the mind, the more sensitive the response to murderous aura.

The cultivation of murderous aura is not just a simple existence of killing intentions. It requires blood to be stained with hands and slaughtered many lives. Through the resentment, despair, anger and other emotions before life dies, the aura is tangled and contaminated with killing.

Only by the person's body can he form murderous aura.

In the twilight clouds, raindrops fell from a height of thousands of feet, fell on the ground, hit the embankment, hit the lake, bursting water droplets, like flowers blooming in spring, covering the huge West Lake with a layer.

Misty mist.

The carriage stopped slowly, and the curtain floated freely in the spring breeze, and was vaguely blown up, revealing the worn and dirty navy monk robe in the carriage and the black and white plaid shoes covered with mud.

The murderous aura that seemed to be filled with West Lake came from the carriage.

A white-clothed slap of peace was holding an oil-paper umbrella, standing quietly in the long embankment, the spring breeze and rain fell, blocked by the umbrella surface, and the gentle breeze blew up a few hair tips.

Staring at the familiar chariot, feeling Taotao's murderous aura, the demon source jade pendant given by the thousand-year-old snake demon on his waist was constantly trembling.

Anle's palm raised and landed on the green mountains around her waist.

This carriage looks very familiar. It is the carriage of the Qin Prime Minister's Mansion. When Zhushan came to kill him, the carriage was parked at the intersection of Qingbo Street.

Qin Qianqiu is in the car.

Once or twice, repeatedly...

A gentleman repays his grievances with righteousness, and Anle also feels an unknown anger in his heart for these constant violations.

Qingshan trembled slightly, as if he felt his anger and burst out with a sword roar.

However, Anle's eyes still fell on the black and white plaid shoes that were looming in the chariot.

But when the muddy cloth shoes moved, the curtain was lifted, a burly monk with green robe walked out, bare head, with a scar on his head, and his burly body swelled up the hunan monk's robe.

The monk Fakong looked at Anle, and Anle also looked at him.

The two of them looked at each other across the long dike, but their eyes became increasingly cold, just like a rapid electric current flowing behind the clouds intertwined and collided between the two.

The demon source jade pendant on his waist was trembling more and more violently, as if it was a kind of extreme anger. The hatred engraved in the demon source exploded at this moment.

Anle covered the green mountains with her palms, held an umbrella in her hand, and looked at the monk.

He did not recognize this monk, but the murderous intent on the monk and the burning light in his eyes were undoubtedly telling his murderous intention to be happy.

There was no one in the carriage except this monk.

Qin Qianqiu was not in the chariot. Perhaps because Anle's Haoran's sword energy was slashed, he felt fear. Qin Qianqiu didn't dare to approach Anle now.

At this moment, Qin Qianqiu was on the Wanghu Tower, watching the battle he had high hopes for with Wang Qinhe.

Anle turned her head and looked across, looking at the hexagonal double-eaves pagoda, and between the carved beams and painted buildings, you can see Qin Qianqiu standing at the railings, staring at from afar.

Anle withdrew her gaze, and there seemed to be a ball of fire burning in her heart.

"Amitabha, donor, my monk, Fa Kong, see that the donor's body is strong and it shouldn't be with the demon."

The monk put his palms together, carried an iron stick with carved beast patterns, stared at Anle with a burning look, and said.

Monk Fakong, Anle didn’t know.

But Anle thought for a while and said, "Do you have anything to do with crossing the sea?"

"It is my teacher who crosses the sea."

Dharma void path.

An Le immediately understood the reason why the jade pendant of the demon source trembled on his waist. It turned out that this monk and the monk who crossed the sea who sealed the monster at the bottom of the lake were master and apprentice. The master had the same origin and same origin aura, which made the snake demon tremble and angry.

In Fakong's scorching eyes, the demonic aura on Anle's body was extremely rich, and almost every inch of her skin and flesh was overflowing with the demonic aura.

His gaze moved horizontally and fell on the jade pendant of the Demon Source on Anle's waist, and he couldn't help but smile: "Donor, you and I have a fate."

"Some people say that Shi mainly gathers invincible power, so they invite me to fight you. Shi mainly fights a Lin'an. Although I have just entered Lin'an, I am qualified to fight with the donor."

"Now, looking at the jade pendant of the donor's waist, I think... I am a fateful battle with the donor. Since that's the case, don't refuse."

Fakong chuckled.

Anle looked at Monk Fakong and listened to the other party's words, and understood the reason why this monk appeared here.

Qin Qianqiu hired this monk to break his invincible power, let his mood be covered with dust, and cut off the road to the future.

Anle didn’t have much fear, and even the qi and blood in his body were rolling, and he was eager to try it.

Since you want to take the legendary road and gather invincible momentum, you naturally cannot be afraid of challenges. Although the monk in front of you is much stronger than him in his energy, the qi and blood hidden under the flesh and blood contain terrible power that can open up mountains and gravels.

Not only has mysterious meaning, but also has a natural weapon.

This is a practitioner who is in the five realms of body training. Although the spirit refining has not entered the five realms, there are also powerful fluctuations in the soul.

It can be said that it is Anle's strongest opponent to date.

Those who hold the small holy order and who are ranked high on the small holy list will not challenge those who are ranked low, so Anle has almost never encountered practitioners in the five realms.

Qin Qianqiu naturally could not find the five realms ranked high on the Little Saint List to deal with Anle, so he found this monk Fakong.

The invisible pressure permeated the edge of the long embankment of West Lake, making the willow branches that were originally breeze like stagnant.

Reject this battle?

Turn around and run away?

If this is true, he had just defeated Ximen Qiuhua and had just gathered invincible power, which would have become a joke.

The blow to sharpness, mentality and fighting spirit is huge. This is also Qin Qianqiu's purpose, to find an opponent who has never surpassed the five realms but is unbearable to Anle.

Create a situation where the strong men such as Mrs. Hua, Zhao Huangting, and others are not easy to take action, and are not easy to retreat.

And once you face it, Anle has a high chance of losing.

If Anle is really defeated, then the invincible power will collapse, and the legendary road will die as soon as it sets on.

By the West Lake, on the long dike.

The literati and poets walked endlessly, and many people saw happiness, but the atmosphere at this moment was a bit solidified, the murderous intent intertwined in the air, and the collision of energy. Even non-cultivists would feel the formation.

The formation was suppressed, and I felt fearful and dared not approach it.

The section of the long dike seemed to be cleared all of a sudden.

Only a white-clothed Anle held an umbrella, looking at the burly monk standing on the carriage.

The next moment, in the shocking eyes of many literati and poets.

The monk pulled out the iron rod he was carrying behind him, and his blood was blooming. The countless falling raindrops were actually flowed back into the sky by the bursting energy of his qi.

The monk dragged a long stick on the long dike. Every step he stepped on would burst the bluestone road of the long dike.

In an instant, the monk turned into a thug, looking like crazy, swept the fire stick, raising a depressed and low whimpering wind, hitting Anle's neck!

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The sound of breaking through the air instantly resounded, and several figures swept quickly, floating in the air, robe flew, looking out from afar.

Li Youan carried his hands on his back, stared slightly, stepped on the branch of a willow tree, and looked at the sudden outbreak of battle on the long dike.

"The Demon-Subduing Monk of Lianhua Temple."

Li Youan whispered.

He originally wanted to take Anle to a place, but he didn't expect that before he took Anle away, monk Fakong came to fight Anle.

Since Anle wants to cultivate an invincible power and take the legendary path, Li Youan naturally cannot force Anle away at this moment.

Moreover, he felt the fighting spirit in Anle. Facing the five realms of body-building, Anle did not retreat or fear at all, and even had a boiling fighting spirit burst out.

Therefore, Li Youan wanted to take a good look at whether Anle could create miracles.

If Anle can defeat this monk Fakong, the so-called gathering of invincible power and taking the legendary path will no longer be empty talk.

The old man from Taimiao Zhao Huangting and Lady Lin Fuhua all sensed the situation and rushed over quickly without any abnormal movement. They all watched from afar.

At this moment, many practitioners in Lin'an Mansion opened their eyes and looked at them.

Compared to the battle between Anle and Ximen Qiuhua, this battle is the real test of Anle, and it is a test of life and death.

After all, this battle is not a battle on the Little Holy List. If you are defeated and died, the Little Holy Order will not overflow with energy to save Anle's life.

This is a battle that pushes Anle to a desperate situation.

The spring rain is hazy, covering the world with hazy haze.

In the early morning, West Lake was hustle and bustle. Among the flower boats on the lake, figures came out one after another, standing on the deck. It was abnormal that people on the embankment looked at the flower boat, but people on the flower boat looked at the embankment.

Fairy Yunrou walked out with a guqin on her back, wearing a veil, frowned slightly, and looked at the battle on the embankment.

The murderous aura erupted from the monk was really touching.

Although he has not entered the Little Holy List, Monk Fakong, as the third-ranked Holy Monk of the Demon Subduing List, is naturally extraordinary.
To be continued...