"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately? Where is the wronged soul under the butcher's knife?"

Yan Chixia took back the flying sword and shouted: "The demon monk has chaotic laws and bad intentions!"

He was shocked by the voices of many monks, and the flying sword slowed down slightly. The monk in red on the opposite side had already taken the opportunity to get rid of the flying sword and retreat.

The man took out a pair of golden cymbals under the lotus seat and looked at Yan Chixia with a vigilant look: "Yan Chixia, don't meddle in other people's business! This time I will spare your junior brother's life. Next time I dare to offend Master Buddha, I will never show mercy."

"Noisy!"

Yan Chixia was too lazy to talk nonsense to this demon monk. She took the flying sword at her waist and slashed at the red-clothed monk opposite. He was a sword cultivator, and all he wanted was to kill decisively and never drag him down. At this time, facing the evil methods of the red-clothed monk, Yan Chixia still only broke it with one sword.

A few days ago, he chased the Thousand-year-old tree demon known as grandma, and chased it to the extreme west. He then used the white tiger essence to transform into a flying sword and completely strangled the Thousand-year-old tree demon.

This battle was the most difficult battle he had for many years of practicing Taoism, and it was also the battle he gained the most.

Li Xiake explained some of the shortcomings of sword cultivators that he had added to him before. In this battle, he slowly completed them. In the successive battles, he corrected these shortcomings bit by bit, so that his energy and spirit reached the most perfect state. After killing the tree demon, he immediately broke through his previous realm and truly became a sword immortal of the world.

Just after he killed the tree demon, he received a request for help from Zhuge Wolong thousands of miles away. He did not dare to neglect at the moment. He carried the power of killing the tree demon, drove the flying sword, broke through the air, and walked around the Black Demon Mountain. After sensing Ning Caichen's breath, he quickly came to rescue him.

This monk in red has a very high cultivation level. If Yan Chixia had the cultivation level before meeting Li Xiake, he might not be his opponent. However, during this period, he was first inspired by Li Xiake, and then chased the tree demon to complete his shortcomings and break through the current realm. Now he has the power of great victory, and his combat power has reached the peak of his life. The flying sword in his hand is like an arm and finger, and he can do whatever he wants. It is truly unprecedented pleasure.

At this time, seeing the demon monk talking, Yan Chixia was too lazy to talk, and she just drew a sword. She could beat her if she could beat her. She couldn't beat her and was extremely out of reach. Anyway, the sword escape technique of the sword cultivation lineage was extremely fast, and there were really few escape techniques in the world that could match.

Therefore, in the world of cultivation, the high level of the sword cultivator lineage is the most troublesome. Not only are these people attacking and killing far exceeding their peers, but they are rarely matched in their escape speed. If you can beat them, you will run away if you can't beat them. This is the most basic combat method of the sword cultivator lineage, and they are deeply afraid of their peers.

Now Yan Chixia is like this. When the flying sword slashed at the old monk in red, she had already sent a voice to Ning Caichen: "Isn't leaving yet? Do you want to wait for death?"

Ning Caichen woke up as if he was in a dream, glanced around sneakily, lifted Fu Tianchou up, and ran out quickly.

Bang!

Yan Chixia's flying sword was cut out, and the monk in red on the opposite side shouted. The two golden cymbals in his hand suddenly closed, and directly stuck the flying sword into the space of the golden cymbals, laughing: "This is a golden cymbal made by the old monk using the golden body of the ninth-generation monk. Everything will be collected. Yan Chixia, no matter how powerful your flying sword is, you will never be able to escape!"

Yan Chixia snorted coldly: "Is that right?"

After this cold snorkeling, the golden cymbal in the red-clothed old monk suddenly trembled wildly, and a large bag that could be seen on the naked eye was bulging. On the surface of the golden cymbal, it kept floating and disappearing. A loud "bang bang" sound came from inside, which made the old monk in red churning blood and it was difficult to grasp both hands, so he had to throw the golden cymbal down.

Bang bang bang bang!

The golden cymbals were hung in the air, flying around like headless flies. The old monk in red could not control them. Seeing the golden cymbals rapidly grow bigger and turn into the size of a house, spinning and slashing towards the many monks behind him who kept reciting.

"Puff puff puff!"

The monks along the way could not hide, and they were all cut into two pieces by golden cymbals.

"Come on the sword!"

Yan Chixia shouted loudly, and the two closed golden cymbals quickly grew again, emitting extremely dazzling light, and exploded with a bang.

A sword light suddenly flew out from the shattered pieces of the golden cymbal and fell into Yan Chixia's hand. The halo flowed like a wave of water, which was his flying sword.

"I just got the flying sword nourished by the white tiger essence from the extreme west. Not to mention that your golden cymbal was refined by the golden body of a ninth-generation monk, even if it is the golden body of a ninth-generation Buddha, you may not be able to trap it!"

Yan Chixia looked at the old monk in red in front of her and shouted in a clear voice: "I have been fighting for a long time, but I don't know who you are, the great monk, what do you call me?"

There were still remaining disciples behind the old monk in red. He shouted after hearing this: "This is the national master of the dynasty, Pudu Cihang Old Buddha, you bandit, dare to collide with the national master, your crime is unforgivable! Why don't you surrender quickly, when will you wait?"

"You are the national teacher who caused trouble to the Chaotong?"

Yan Chixia smiled and said, "I heard that the current national master bewitched the king and caused great harm to the people. He was very guilty. I wanted to check it out myself, but I had a lot of things recently and couldn't get away. I never thought I would meet it today! It's better to hit the sun than choose a day, and you can't pass the Cihang, you'll be—"

Yan Chixia's flying sword attacked again: "Go to die!"

Pudu Cihang had already seen the power of Yan Chixia, the sword immortal of the world, and did not dare to fight with him anymore. The nine-petal lotus under him suddenly rose and closed, wrapped it in the flower bud, turned into a red light, and flew towards the Black Demon Mountain not far away.

The red lotus bud kept bleeding as it was wiped out by the flying sword, and the blood marks on it were destroyed as soon as it came out. Yan Chixia's flying sword was difficult to break for a moment, and she saw him flying towards the Black Demon Mountain.

"Caichen, the remaining monks are not worth worrying about when Pudu Cihang leaves. I will chase this demon monk first, and I will leave the remaining monks to you!"

While he was speaking, his eyes looked at Fu Tianchou, who was stunned and shouted: "You haven't woken up yet!"

After a light shout, it suddenly turned into a sword light, entered the distant Black Demon Mountain, and chased Pudu Cihang.

Fu Tianchou shook his body, his eyes suddenly opened, and his face was confused. He glanced around and remembered where he was. He whispered to Ning Caichen: "Caichen, what happened to me just now?"

Ning Caichen drew his sword in his hand and said, "Mr. Fu, you retreat first, I will meet these demon monks for a while!"

Just now, Yan Chixia's flying sword was in her hand, and she was full of sword fairy style. Ning Caichen blushed and her heart beat, and she was envious. She wished she could replace her with herself and she would become a peerless sword fairy who killed demons and eliminated demons.

At this time, Pudu Cihang had fled, and the remaining monks were killed by the golden cymbals just now. Although there were still many people, they were much weaker after all. Ning Caichen was in a state of excitement, and his heroic spirit burst out. Regardless of the number of people on the other side, he shouted loudly, walked straight with his sword and rushed into the monks.

Since Pudu Cihang escaped, all the monks on the other side were stunned. Facing Ning Caichen who was coming, the monks looked blank and did not dodge. They allowed Ning Caichen to wield their swords to kill them. They were like bundles of straw, being harvested silently, and did not even scream.

Only a few monks in red in the distance saw that the situation was not good, turned around and ran away, leaving hundreds of monks with blank expressions and dull eyes.
Chapter completed!