However, within a few breaths of the masked man taking to the air, he suddenly covered his mouth and nose and coughed violently.
"Ahem...poof!"
Dark clouds covered the moonlight, and the masked man changed his mask in the darkness, then smashed the piece that was stained with the strong smell of blood and scattered it into the dust.
"The sword is in hand. Now that's the case, there's only one last thing left..."
He looked up at the bright moon that had parted through the clouds, with a look of interest flashing in his eyes: "Bi Yong'an, where are you..."
Qiang——
The sound of a sword being unsheathed.
The masked man turned around and saw a bloody figure standing not far away, who looked vaguely familiar.
It wasn't until he pointed the sword at himself that memories emerged.
"Is it you? Are you healed?" The masked man raised the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Leshan's body seemed to be trembling. He did not expect that a masked man actually came in person.
This sword looks the same as the sword that day, but his mood has completely changed.
However, even though he knew he was not an opponent, he still had to use this sword today.
This sword is not for himself, but for Chen Peiyao!
"It seems that you already know my identity. In that case, you still dare to attack me with a sword?" The masked man chuckled.
"Put down the sword!" Zhao Leshan said angrily.
"Huh, it's just you?" The masked man turned his head and looked at Chen Peiyao on the ground: "I have already given you face, but as for this sword, it is absolutely impossible."
"Chang Feng Chui Xue" buzzed and trembled on its back. It was obviously only tied with an ordinary nylon rope, but it did not dare to move at all.
Zhao Leshan quickly used his spiritual consciousness to summon Chen Peiyao. After further inspection, he found that she was indeed fine, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately among the misfortunes, everyone is fine!
However, no matter what, nothing can happen to this sword!
"Put down the sword!" he repeated again.
There was a hint of joking in the eyes of the masked man, and he finally took a step forward. Zhao Leshan felt as if he was struck by lightning, but he never took a step back.
"You are very interesting..."
"Among my weakest opponents, you are the only one who dares to point a sword at me for the second time!"
Zhao Leshan looked frightened.
He did not think that the other party was arrogant, and even after hearing this, he was more certain of his inner judgment of the person in front of him.
Only by truly understanding this masked man can you know that everything he said was not nonsense, but was actually stating a fact.
"Your sword is trembling." The masked man pointed it out unceremoniously. Looking at the frightened Zhao Leshan, he continued: "A sword cultivator cannot hold the sword steadily when facing an enemy.
, how can you protect what you want to protect?"
"Hold your sword, even if what stands in front of you is a terrifying enemy you can never imagine!"
Zhao Leshan looked at Chen Peiyao in his arms, his eyes gradually becoming firm.
He is right, no matter who the enemy is, no matter how strong he is, as a swordsman, the sword in your hand must not tremble!
"but!"
The masked man changed his subject, and his voice was as cold as a sword, piercing people's hearts: "The sword is the king of a hundred weapons, and you must be timid before you fight. You have already lost the heart of the sword, how can you fight again?"
"If you are afraid of war, how can you talk about enlightenment? If you are unable to realize the truth, how can you talk about the passage?"
These short sixteen words were like a bolt from the blue, and Zhao Leshan's mind went blank.
"Enlightenment...passage..." He murmured in a low voice. Even he himself didn't realize that a sense of decadence was beginning to spread around him.
"In the battle of great ways, if the mind is not stable, it is difficult to achieve great things."
"What potential can a person who can't even hold a sword hold? I advise you to give up as soon as possible and retreat down the mountain. Maybe you can still live in peace for hundreds of years."
The masked man's eloquent words made Zhao Leshan feel even more dejected.
He felt like the water in the ditch at the moment. Under the light of the ice ocean, even the flow had to be cautious.
"Hmph!" Seeing that his momentum seemed to have hit rock bottom, the masked man sneered at the right time and said: "It seems that you are not that good at attaining Taoism. Others can touch your Taoist heart with just a few words.
Are you messing with your Daoji?"
Hearing this, Zhao Leshan woke up instantly and broke into a cold sweat.
Tempted? Chaotic?
He is destroying my foundation?!
The battle between gentlemen and gentlemen is essentially a battle between great men and women. If the one who understands the great road is completely crushed, he will be truly doomed and will never be able to recover.
It's like you have always believed in non-marriage, but the person who preached non-marriage to you has been married a long time ago and has two children. Who can accept this?!
Although Zhao Leshan and the masked man are both sword cultivators, they are said to no longer believe in themselves. If this continues, the Taoist heart will eventually be in chaos, the foundation will be destroyed, and they will either die or be disabled!
After a while, fear surged into his heart, but Zhao Leshan was a little surprised and suspicious. The two sides stood on different sides. Although destroying people's foundations was vicious, it was understandable.
Why did the masked man wake himself up when he was about to succeed? Wouldn't this be a waste of all his efforts?
Such enlightenment is not like destroying someone's foundation, but more like strengthening one's own foundation!
After thinking about this, Zhao Leshan's expression became strange.
If it were someone else, he would definitely not be able to shake his faith so easily. It can even be said that in battles between gentlemen and above, there are very few people who can truly destroy someone's foundation and succeed.
But the person in front of me is different. My own path may come to an end...
It's him!
"But so what?!"
Zhao Leshan clenched the long sword in his hand, his eyes as bright as the moon.
Perhaps without the oppression of the masked man, he still wouldn't be able to understand clearly, but at this moment he felt that his state of mind was extremely clear and his soul was cleansed of dust.
Among our monks, some pursue strength, some pursue immortality, and some pursue resistance.
For Zhao Leshan, even if the person standing in front of him is someone he can never fight, he will still fight!
"Leave the sword!"
The third time he said these words, Zhao Leshan's whole figure seemed to have completed his transformation. His sword intent shot straight into the sky and tore into the night sky. Even the night seemed to be cut through.
"snort."
Facing this soaring sword intent, the masked man sneered and turned a blind eye, turning around and walking away: "Take that little girl and leave. I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone."
Zhao Leshan looked stunned, he did not expect such a result.
He wanted to step forward, but his reason advised him not to do so. The person in front of him was...
But isn’t the way that I just realized is to move forward in an indomitable way?
despair!
Taking a step forward, he found that the skirt of his chest was grabbed. Looking down, Chen Peiyao was pouting and shaking her head slowly.
For the girl in my arms, is it a famous sword or life?
This was a difficult choice, but she had already made her choice at this time.
However, Zhao Leshan...
"Is it life or the road..."
He fell silent and even stopped in his steps.
The wind in the leaves was bleak, blowing the entire back mountain, the sea of flowers was in a mess, and the geese passing by were frightened and mutilated.
The shadow of the masked man is getting longer and lighter. He has been waiting for a long time, but the person behind him has not followed.
That being the case, then so be it...
Shaking his head slightly and sighing, his figure disappeared around the corner.
"You have too many worries and are not suitable for kendo. Give up!"
With a bang, Zhao Leshan's re-solidified avenue showed the tendency of collapse again under these words, and actually collapsed step by step.
He tightly clenched the sword in his hand, his eyes filled with disbelief, but the building was about to collapse and it would be difficult to reset.
Chen Peiyao also had a look of horror on her face. She didn't expect that just one step away would put Zhao Leshan in a life-or-death crisis.
"master……"
Zhao Leshan looked in pain and gritted his teeth, but there was blood flowing from the corners of his lips.
"I'm fine...poof!"
Before she finished speaking, a mouthful of blood spurted directly onto Chen Peiyao's frightened face. This is nothing, it's a serious matter!
With a "bang" sound, Zhao Leshan's knees hit the ground, and his body actually exuded a corpse aura unique to the dead.
He quickly threw Chen Peiyao out, but the little girl had tears in her eyes and struggled to run over.
"Don't come here!" Zhao Leshan pierced the ground with his sword, his eyes filled with regret.
Wrong...
I was wrong!
He has truly seen the methods of killing people and killing people.
The masked man first pretended to help him lay a solid foundation, and by the way, he set a daring goal for himself, but he knew that he would never be able to attack him no matter what.
Once again, as long as you fail to keep up or draw your sword, you have denied your own way!