Dugu Xia Qingtui looked at him in surprise: "Your appearance has really changed?"
The middle-aged man in green robe said calmly: "Are you the sword dancer of the Dugu family? I am the real one now, and what you saw before was fake."
"As expected, it's you!" Dugu Xia Qing snorted.
When she was hit by the sword just now, she knew it was the person she was looking for.
Even though I had pondered his swordsmanship many times, I realized when I actually fought that I still couldn't fully understand its secrets.
His swordsmanship is more than twice as strong as before. Not only is he faster, but he is also more deceptive.
The demeanor of the middle-aged man in Qingpao has changed, as if he were a different person, all the previous poverty and abjection have disappeared, leaving only indifference and aloofness: "I left you alive, but you still come here to die, so you can't blame me."
"Wait a minute!" Dugu Xia Qing said.
The young man in the green robe flicked his sword.
The long sword is pitch black and dull.
It was just like the small black wooden sword that Fakong saw before, except that the sword body became longer and wider.
"What last words do you want to convey?" The middle-aged man in Qingpao said calmly: "I can help you pass it to Xinghuawu."
"Why do you want to kill me?" Dugu Xia Qing said: "There has to be a reason, right? You won't kill me for no reason, right?"
"Reason?" the middle-aged man in Qingpao pondered.
He is thinking about it.
Why did you want to kill this little girl in the first place?
Is it because her sword dance is awkward and embarrassing?
Or was it because I was disappointed? When I saw her sword dance, I thought she was a stunning beauty, but she turned out to be a mediocre woman. I was so disappointed?
Or is it because of the disregard for herself in her eyes?
Or is it because she is as cold as a cold spring and has no trace of worldly temperament?
I have killed too many people, and I have various reasons for killing each time.
Some of the reasons are that my thoughts come up randomly. After killing someone, the thoughts continue to disappear, making it difficult to remember them.
Dugu Xia Qing snorted: "Have I offended you? I have never killed anyone, so I can't have any grudges."
Her sword was only used for dancing, never for killing anyone.
"Vendor?" The middle-aged man in green robe smiled and shook his head: "There are all kinds of hatred, and it doesn't necessarily have to be revenge for murder."
"What other grudges are there?"
"Obstructing someone's financial path is like killing one's parents, unintentionally humiliating the other person, unintentionally offending the other person, these are all enemies."
Dugu Xia Qing was impatient: "Then tell me, what grudge do I have against you?"
"I never kill people for revenge." The middle-aged man in Qingpao said calmly: "No one else has the chance to enmity with me."
Before any enemy could be made, the person was already dead.
When a person dies and grudges are resolved, how can it be considered a grudge?
"What on earth is that for?!" Dugu Xiaqing snorted: "You haven't forgotten it yourself, have you?"
"That's right, I forgot about it." The middle-aged man in green robe smiled indifferently: "It's just killing someone, but you still have to think about the reasons for killing? It's too tiring!"
"You really deserve to die." Dugu Xia Qing said coldly.
She didn't expect that there were such cold-blooded and cruel people in the world. They didn't need any reason to kill, and they just relied on their superb swordsmanship to kill people indiscriminately.
Everyone gets it and kills it!
As she thought together, her aura changed again, the original sharp sword intent became even sharper, and the divine light penetrated through her eyes and pierced the middle-aged man in green robe.
The middle-aged man in green robe seemed unaware of it and looked at her indifferently: "Although your sword skills are good, you are not good at fighting. You will definitely die today. If you don't say your last words, you will have no chance."
"It's you who should say your last words!" Dugu Xiaqing said coldly: "Suffer death!"
She was injured on her right shoulder, so she threw the long sword away, took the sword with her left hand and stabbed it, and the next moment it was stabbed into the chest of the middle-aged man in green robe.
This sword seemed to cross the void, from here to there, without any need for an intermediate way, and it was so fast that it was beyond imagination.
The middle-aged man in green robe turned aside.
He has an amazing intuition for danger, and his body will respond automatically without him having to think about it.
The process of initiating thoughts and then controlling the body will be delayed for a moment.
This moment is the chance of life and death.
Dugu Xia Qing snorted and did not dodge or evade, letting him stab her in the heart, and at the same time slashed horizontally with his sword.
But when the sword of the middle-aged man in green robe stabbed her, her body retreated, the sword thrust forward, the person stepped back, and the sword separated.
He not only avoided her horizontal slash, but also stabbed her in the heart.
Fakong shook his head, formed a seal and cast the rejuvenation spell.
Under the rejuvenation spell, her weakness suddenly disappeared, and she stepped forward and stabbed out again.
The middle-aged man in blue robe reached out to pull out his sword.
His body movements were weird, he clearly moved forward and then turned to the side, avoiding Dugu Xiaqing's sword lightly and nimbly. His hand had already reached to the hilt of his own sword and was about to pull it out.
But when he put his hand on the hilt of the long black sword, he suddenly stiffened.
A clear light flashed in Fukong's sleeve, flew out of the purple and gold cassock sleeve, and stabbed lightly into the brow of the middle-aged man in blue robe.
The middle-aged man in green robe froze, showing an expression of disbelief.
Fa Kong drew his sword and retreated.
Dugu Xia Qing backed away with a long black sword and looked at the middle-aged man in green robe in surprise.
The middle-aged man in green robe widened his eyes, but the light in his eyes quickly dimmed until it went out.
She turned to look at Fa Kong.
"Luckily." Fakong smiled.
He reached out and pulled out the long black sword from Dugu Xiaqing's chest, bringing out a stream of hot blood.
Dugu Xiaqing groaned, and used several fingers to seal several acupuncture points on her chest to stop the surging blood.
In the blink of an eye, the snow-white shirt had turned red.
Fakong ignored her injury because he knew that her heart was on the left side, which was opposite to ordinary people.
So the sword in her heart is not fatal to her.
Fakong formed a seal with his left hand and raised his right palm. A soft white light soon appeared. The white light overflowed and then shot out, shining on the middle-aged man in green robe.
The middle-aged man in green robe quickly emerged with white light, twisting above his head to form a small middle-aged man in green robe, calm and peaceful.
"This is……?"
"Great Light Spell." Fakong stared at the little light man, watching it turn into a white light and soar into the sky.
A bead of memory has appeared in Fakong's mind, floating in front of the brow of the Medicine Buddha statue.
Fakong concentrated for a moment, and it was pressed into the red mole between the eyebrows of the Medicine Buddha statue.
Suddenly there was a loud roar.
He entered the life of Sun Yuanhua, the middle-aged Nether Sect Gong in Qingpao, and began to experience his life.
When he was young, he lived with wolves, drinking wolf milk, animal blood and eating raw meat. When he was older, he became a member of the Netherworld Sect and practiced the Netherworld Divine Sword.
Then play in the human world, traverse the world, see through the mundane world, transcend into the realm of the netherworld, gain the heart of the netherworld, and step into the great master.
In the end, he was accidentally attacked and killed by an inconspicuous monk.
When Fakong opened his eyes, Gongsun Yuanhua's unwillingness and anger still remained. He was quickly suppressed by the Medicine Buddha statue and returned to calm as water.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Dugu Xia Qing's clear eyes.
She was staring at Fakong curiously and inquiringly.
The unwillingness and anger in Fakong's eyes felt familiar to her, and she immediately looked at the middle-aged man in green robe who stood upright.
It seems that the eyes of the two of them are exactly the same, which is very strange.
She is extremely observant.
Fakong smiled and said, "Is there something wrong with my face?"
"How did you plot against him in that moment just now? How did you do that pause?"
That guy would never make such a stupid mistake, it must be Master Fakong.
Fakong smiled, formed the Immovable Mountain Seal, and cast the Immobilizing Spell.
"Ah!" Dugu Xiaqing exclaimed in surprise, experiencing the feeling of being unable to move due to the immense power that had just added to her body.
"This is……?"
"Stabilizing Spell."
"The Pure Heart Curse, the Rejuvenation Curse, the Great Light Curse, the Immobilization Curse,... such magical Buddhist curses." Dugu Xiaqing shook his head and smiled: "Master, what kind of swordsmanship do you practice? If you just cast a Immobilization Curse, you are not left alone.
Slaughter?"
Fakong said: "You don't always have the opportunity to cast the Buddha's mantra, and besides, the Buddha's mantra is not that easy to cast."
Dugu Xia Qing suddenly nodded: "That's true. After all, it's an external force, or the swordsmanship you have learned is more reliable."
Fakong deeply agrees.
Dugu Xia Qing looked at the middle-aged man in green robe: "The swordsmanship of Netherworld Sect is really powerful, more powerful than imagined."
Fakong said: "Bury him first, and then use the Great Light Spell, which should be able to erase our breath. Even so, the Netherworld Sect may come back."
"You took it for me." Dugu Xiaqing shook her head gently.
As soon as he thought about it, he knew that if the Netherworld Sect wanted to kill Fakong, he would be killed.
He didn't leave any breath on him, and he couldn't hit him with a single sword.
It was Fa Kong who stabbed him to death with one sword.
Fakong smiled: "I am also very curious about how the Netherworld Sect will retaliate, and I also want to meet these swordsmen who regard human life as nothing."
From Gongsun Yuanhua's memory, we know that the Netherworld Sect and Huangquan Valley do come from the same lineage. They were originally the Netherworld Sect of Huangquan, one of the branches of the ancient Demon Sect.
The Demon Sect of Daqian is also one of the branches of the ancient Demon Sect.
The Huangquan Netherworld Sect has two cores, one is poison and the other is sword.
Later it split into Huangquan Valley and Netherworld Sect. Huangquan Valley left Dayun and took root in Dayong, while Netherworld Sect stayed in Dayun.
Fakong's mood was solemn, far from being as calm as he appeared.
Gongsun Yuanhua was hastily buried deep in the woods, a stone tablet was erected, and the two of them parted ways.
Fakong returned to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple the next moment.
He sat at the table, and Lin Feiyang came over to serve tea: "Abbott, Lao Xu was just called away again. I feel like something happened over there."
Fakong's gaze suddenly deepened, and he glanced lightly and saw Xu Zhijian in the Guangming Holy Religion.
Xu Zhijian had a gloomy look on his face, his ugly face was filled with anger, and he stared coldly at the two old men in front of him.
The two old men lowered their heads, their faces flushed.
Fakong shook his head and smiled, withdrew his gaze and did not bother to inquire.
The person who assassinated Xu Zhijian was Gongsun Yuanhua.
Now that Gongsun Yuanhua is killed, Xu Zhijian's danger should have been eliminated.
His eyes fell on the pagoda garden: "Please come over, Your Highness."
"Yes." Lin Feiyang agreed.
After a while, Chu Ling came to his courtyard lightly and sat down at the table, squinting at him without saying anything.
Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.
Still having a cold war with myself.
"Speak!" Chu Ling sat for a moment and saw that he lowered his head in deep thought and showed no intention of speaking, and suddenly couldn't bear it anymore.
Fakong raised his voice and said: "Bi Mo."
"Yes." Lin Feiyang quickly brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone, his hands formed a shadow, he ground the ink in the blink of an eye, quickly laid out the paper, and held up the pen with both hands.
Fakong wrote a few words with a pen, blew it, put it in an envelope, and handed it to Chu Ling: "Don't open it and read it."
"Who wants to see it? Who is it for?"
"emperor."
Chu Ling said in surprise: "It's actually for my father?... You actually wrote a letter to my father?"
Fakong said slowly: "It's a very important matter, the sooner the better."
"...Okay, I will go back to my father now."
Chu Ling's clear eyes flickered on his face, but in the end she didn't ask anything, stuffed the letter into her full chest, turned around and left lightly.