"Monk, you have a lot of strange martial arts skills. What should you use this time?" said Jinxian.

Unintentionally smiled but didn't answer, waved his long sleeves, and he was like a flying crane in the clouds, spinning and leaping in place.

"What is this monk doing?" Lei Wujie was confused.

"He is..." Xiao Se was slightly stunned, with a little amazement in his tone, "Dance?"

"Okay!" Eunuch Jinxian exclaimed, "It's actually a demon dance! It's just that this dance requires eight demons to dance together. You are too deserted alone."

Wuxin didn't answer, and he walked around in the courtyard, but there were more and more figures. Each white figure danced in different postures, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

"One...two...three...eight..." Lei Wujie wiped his eyes. He had also faced the afterimage sword of the killer Yue Ji, but eight afterimages appeared at the same time, which was much more clever than Yue Ji. "Can you kill someone even if you dance? "Lei Wujie finally expressed his doubts.

"Stop looking!" Xiao Se hurriedly turned his back, "This monk is indeed an evil monk!"

"What's wrong?" Lei Wujie frowned slightly.

"The Heavenly Demon Dance is said to be a group dance of the eight women under the Demon's knees. It is an evil technique that is not passed down by the Secretology. It is said that when the eight witches dance together, they are extremely beautiful and charming. Ordinary people are bewitched at a glance. Even if there is a cliff ahead, they step down. Look at the others in the yard!" Xiao Se shouted.

Lei Wujie hurriedly looked at it, but saw the two monks from Dafanyin Temple sitting down with their eyes closed, their hands folded, and were reciting Buddhist scriptures aloud, but the abbot still closed his eyes and shook his head. Boyong, Lingjun and the four strong men in the yard were already in a daze and their bodies were about to move, and they slowly began to dance with Wuxin's figure.

"This..." Lei Wujie had never seen such a strange picture.

"Why are you still watching?" Xiao Se was confused. "Are you not affected at all?"

"I..." Lei Wujie opened his eyes wide and looked at the eight Wuxin dances, but he felt that the white robes were flying, which looked very beautiful. "I didn't seem to think anything special?"

The frost sword in the hand of the father Jinxian waved, and the cold air came like a butterfly walking through the flowers, and each one was swept by Wuxin's sleeves, which was not like attacking Wuxin, but it seemed to be entertaining the demon dance.

"Monk, although this Demon Dance can reproduce the beauty of the eight witches, I have been a eunuch for more than 30 years. In my eyes, these are already skeleton blood, and they will only feel disgusting when they look. Is there anything fresher?"

The eight people in Wuxin moved slightly, and the white shadow flashed and rushed to the front of Master Jinxian, and pushed him with his right palm.

"Great Soul Searcher! You have learned the martial arts in the Great Compassion Poem!" With a swing of the long sword of Eunuch Jinxian, a frost air hit the Baiying who was attacking from the front. The White Shadow's attack slowly stopped, and finally stopped. The cold air was around him, and it was frozen by the entire ground. Eunuch Jinxian didn't even look at it. With a long sleeve, he actually smashed him to pieces!

"Stop pretending, come out with your real skills." said Eunuch Jinxian.

"Why didn't you show your true skills? My father-in-law, you are so powerful, I'm no match for you." Wu Xin's tone was full of bitterness.

"Not the opponent?"

"no!"

"Then go and die!" Eunuch Jinxian pointed to the sky with his long sword and shouted, "Break!"

I saw frost and the beams of the temple were stained with white frost. Xiao Se couldn't help but wrap the fox fur wrapped around her body. But Lei Wujie began to heat up again.

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Se looked at him blankly.

"I can only watch this duel, and I feel a little regretful." Lei Wujie sighed.

"You don't know what's wrong. You have heard Chen Jingzhou's name, so you should know how terrible his sword is." Xiao Se said.

"Of course I know that when I first entered the world at the age of seventeen, I challenged the five major sword sects alone. First, I defeated Zhuo Zizai, the leader of the Guying Sword Sect, and Yi Shuihong, the leader of the Yunqi Sword Sect, and then defeated Xia Hui, the leader of the Tianjian Pavilion, with 300 moves. When challenging Canglei Sword Xuan, Fu Qingfeng, was known as the fastest sword in the world, and the duel never exceeded ten swords, but when he came out of the eighth sword, he was knocked away the thunder sword in his hand. Only with Xiao Chunshui, the leader of the Tianshui Sword Sect, was unable to win when he fought for 500 moves, so he tied his sword and left. But Xiao Chun Shui has been famous for twenty years, but Chen Jingzhou is a 17-year-old boy. At that time, his legend was spread throughout the world. It is said that although he was a man, his face was as a celestial being. When he set out his sword, he flew with white robe and frost. I don’t know how many young girls in the warm pavilion loved him. I also heard a poem about him: It seems that an immortal came from the sky, and the sword was full of wind and snow. But he only appeared in the world for three years, and then disappeared, and no one heard of him again." Lei Wujie recited these allusions in the world.

"Chen Jingzhou was seventeen years old back then, but this monk seems to be seventeen years old now." Xiao Se said quietly.

The seven Wuxins merged into one in an instant. Wuxin closed his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and all the Buddhist beads in his robe and neck were flying, and his mouth was quickly chanting Sanskrit. Eunuch Jinxian had already stabbed out with a sword, with supreme power on the sword!

"Jinxian really wants to kill him!" Xiao Se frowned.

But Wu Xin suddenly opened his eyes, and a huge bronze bell illusion appeared in front of him. Master Jinxian's sword pierced the bronze bell with one sword, but stopped inch in front of Wu Xin's chest.

"Prajna Heart Bell." Although the sword of Master Jinxian stopped, the sword energy had not stopped, and a cold frost swept towards Wuxin's forehead.

"The mind is free, and the body is natural." Wuxin said softly, his body leaning slightly in an almost impossible position, and the frost gently brushed his forehead.

"Monk, finally, I'll ask you. Do you want to go with me?" Eunuch Jinxian sighed.

"What you said seems to be elopement with me. Monk, I blushed, you inappropriate eunuch." Wuxin said with a smile.

Eunuch Jinxian was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "It's a pity to kill such an interesting monk."

"I want to kill me! But it's not that easy!" A purple light flashed in Wuxin's eyes, extremely charming.

"Inner Demon Inducement? Is this the martial art that makes Wangyou fall into devil?" Eunuch Jinxian was stunned. Looking at those eyes, he felt that his whole thoughts seemed to float away...

A fire that burned for a day and a night, the whole city was wailing, and his father stood on the wall, roaring with his sword, but was shot down by an arrow. He felt unprecedented despair. All his relatives were killed in the fire, and the city would soon be broken. At that time, the cavalry of Daliang would step on the land, and he would be put on the whip around his neck and dragged all the way. It is said that Daliang soldiers were very cruel. Even if they died, they would still peel off their skin... Instead of dying in humiliation, it would be better to understand it yourself. He looked at the short sword in his hand.

Why not just understand this way... a voice said softly.

He suddenly laughed.

The eyes that had been slowly dissipating gathered again, and the illusion gradually disappeared. Master Jinxian returned to reality. He looked at the sword in his hand and smiled softly: "I haven't remembered that day for a long time. At that time, he was really a cowardly child."

Wu Xin smiled miserably: "My father-in-law's heart is like a rock."

"Have you heard of Kunlun? It is a very cold place. It snows all year round, and the snow will not melt after falling for a thousand years. I have practiced the sword there for six years, and my heart has long been as cold as the snow in Kunlun Mountain. Inducing the inner demons is useless to me." said Master Jinxian, "Die!"

Eunuch Jinxian shouted angrily. The illusory bronze bell in front of Wuxin was immediately broken into pieces by his sword, but Wuxin did not retreat, but stepped forward, danced wildly with her sleeves, and knocked her away with one blow. Eunuch Jinxian was not panicked, and jumped in the air and landed in front of Lei Wujie and Xiao Se: "Little Wuxin, you are not my opponent, why not let your two friends help?"

Lei Wujie was stunned for a moment and immediately punched him.

Xiao Se exclaimed: "No!"

"The Lei family's Wufang Fist, OK!" Eunuch Jinxian flashed, Lei Wujie's punch was gone, but Eunuch Jinxian had already stood back to the side of the sedan chair.

"The cool breeze is already fierce, and the wanderer has no clothes." Eunuch Jinxian chanted a poem softly.
Chapter completed!