The old monk Shan Nian standing on the nine-story black pagoda suddenly spoke, his eyebrows solemn, implying compassion.
"You finally came."
His tone sounded like he was reminiscing with an acquaintance whom he had not seen for a long time. Wang Jia was originally from the Western Regions. When her parents were still alive, they took her to Zhenmo Temple to worship the Bodhisattva.
If a Buddhist cultivator could remember these brief encounters, he would naturally know the hatred in his heart.
But... wrong enemies, wrong people, wrong half of life.
Wang Jia's eyes were dark, and his sword intent was not restrained, "It's useless to talk more!"
The black-clothed swordman waved his long arm, which was different from the relaxed and powerful force of the Wujiang sword technique. At this time, the sword followed the person, and the cold wind made a hunting sound beside him.
The sword technique of the Shifang Sect is called the Shifang Sword Technique. There is an inclusive nature under the sword, and the Shifang Sect refers to all living beings in the ten directions.
Wang Jia's Wujian uses the white sword to kill, and Shifang uses the black sword to kill. His comprehensive swordsmanship includes life and death. It is the Yin and Yang swordsmanship!
It just so happens that he uses black and white yin-yang wood, which matches his century-old insights and learning!
This sword can really cross rivers, break mountains, kill all living beings in the ten directions, and open the door to endless hell!
The sword cultivator in black clothes was close to the side of Abbot Shannian, and the tip of his sword was pointed directly at this powerful Buddhist cultivator.
The next moment, he turned his wrist and followed the person with his sword in the Infinite Sword Technique again, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the ninth floor of the Black Tower.
"This sword is called Cutting Yin and Yang!"
"boom--"
Almost at the same moment, densely packed runes and Buddhist commandments reappeared on the black tower, and golden pythons flew out in all directions.
This python shadow is far larger than the golden snake just now. There are nine in total, and they are capable of swallowing the sky and eating people!
Wang Jia originally thought that the previous golden snake had been transformed by the protective barrier of the black tower, and would not be as good as before after being cut off by Fang Zhe. With the sword he had learned over the past hundred years, he would be able to cut it off from the ninth floor.
Unexpectedly, the black tower did not move at all, but the iron ring binding the golden python shrank, and now it is more like a small decoration hanging on the python's tail.
Four golden pythons bit Wang Jia at the same time, but the old monk Shan Nian had already flown close to the White Pagoda.
Wang Jia's sword almost used up all his cultivation in the later stage of Nascent Soul. Now he wields the sword against the golden python, and even if he doesn't die, he will still be injured.
The golden python opened its big mouth and was about to bite his head in one bite.
Suddenly, a hatchet flew past, and in a whirlwind motion, it split the four golden pythons neatly, and hung them on the ninth floor wall of the black tower.
Wang Jia's sword before was not useless. After the Buddha's commandments and runes were dispersed, there was an extremely obvious sword mark on the black wall.
The hatchet was just right, and within the sword mark, the nine golden pythons that appeared suddenly disappeared.
Wang Jia survived the catastrophe, but he was still frightened for a moment. His expression was indifferent and solemn, and he turned around and looked in the direction where the hatchet flew.
The monk in red is holding a broken sword in his hand, and is at ease surrounded by three old monks with good words.
The swordsman in black squinted his eyes slightly, his narrow eyes were filled with gloom, and his dark pupils were as deep as night. He said in a hoarse voice:
"I owe you this time."
After saying this, Wang Jia suddenly turned around and looked for a place far away to pour himself the elixir.
As if he had some intention, he casually swept the hatchet embedded in the black tower.
"..."
The next moment, Wang Jia opened his eyes wide, his pupils trembling, and turned to look at Fang Zhe with a horrified and almost unbelievable expression.
"This is Su...Jiang Su's knife?" he choked.
Fang Zhe ignored the people around him, met Wang Jia's gaze, and nodded slightly: "That's right, chilling."
Wang Jia was stunned, and then said angrily: "You can actually control Jiang Su's magic weapon?! What have you done to her?!"
The black-clothed swordsman suddenly raised his sword and struck straight at the red-clothed monk without distinguishing between friend and foe.
Fang Zhe lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing.
Wait until the white sword is in front of you.
His tone was extremely calm: "Previously, my sea of consciousness was shattered, and I pulled her consciousness to interact with mine. Then her breath remained in my consciousness. Now that time has passed, her breath has dissipated, and I can't use this knife.
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"But, the little doctor gave it to me as a gift."
Fang Zhe spoke in a leisurely tone, with a glint in his eyes, which showed that he was thinking deeply about the past.
Wang Jia's sword stopped in mid-air and did not fall down for a long time.
"God...gives...a gift of a knife?!"
His anger skyrocketed from the moment he first discovered Susu, and it reached its peak after hearing that Susu was dragged away by one of his transformation gods.
But in the end...this knife was actually given to Fang Zhe by Jiang Su.
Wang Jia was silent, lowered his head, his eyes narrowed, as if he was looking down at the monks below.
With a sudden movement, Wang Jiajian slashed the black tower, transforming into a ruthless sword-wielding machine.
He shouted angrily at the Black Tower:
"Die! Die! Die!"
"Give Jiang Su back to me! Give Jiang Su back to me! Give Jiang Su back to me!"
His expression at this time was even crazier than when the demon cultivator was ill. Only the green light in his body made the monks in the world explain that he, Wang Jia, was not a demon cultivator.
Wang Jia's impatience could not help but surprise several others who came to save Jiang Su.
Chen Zeshen and Xu Yan were confronting the Luohan Gate behind the tower. Hearing the roar of the man in front of the tower, they couldn't help but raise their eyebrows.
He thought to himself: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jiang Su really knows how to play with flowers and grass. Judging from the habits and strength of his movements... she must be a girl, but she can have such deep feelings for her Jiang Su."
"Could it be that she is the one who favors both men and women?"
Chen Zeshen suddenly had a playful look on his face, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was carefully compiling the experiences of Jiang Su and this girl.
The Arhat on the opposite side noticed his distraction and suddenly punched him directly in the chest.
Chen Zeshen's smile grew deeper, and suddenly hundreds of branches flew out of his sleeves and wrapped around the man's wrist in the wind of the fist.
Conquer hardness with softness.
These hundreds of branches are all twigs of the locust tree, and there are even green buds hanging on them.
The pink shirt flutters in the wind like a fairy, and the branches are drawn into long sleeves and dance wildly.
"What is this?!" the Arhat said in shock.
How come there are branches on the monk's body? Could it be that this person is a monster?! Impossible, they know monsters best!
The monk in pink clothes said leisurely.
"Monk, tell me."
"Does Mu Shi have feelings?"
The Arhat was stunned for a moment, looking at the branches and vines that gradually climbed up his body from his wrists, and murmured: "Of course, grass and trees have no heart, and rocks have no heart."
Chen Zeshen frowned slightly and shook his head sadly, "That's not what she said."
"She said that all the plants and trees in the world have feelings, but it is difficult for people to see true feelings."
Arhat didn't understand what it meant, so he asked again: "Who is she?"
The man in pink clothes opened the folding fan in his hand and waved it gently in front of his chest.
The voice is like a haunting ghost, floating in the air.
"The person in the tower is my friend Jiang Su."
Chen Zeshen got rid of the shackles of Arhat, flew towards the main body of the tower, and landed at the place where the sound of the clash of weapons was the most intense - the ninth floor of the black tower.
Seeing the sword mark that had penetrated deep into the tower, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and even looked at the mad dog-like swordsman in black with a little more admiration.
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's true that lunatics are easy to deal with."
