One end of the silver thread is tied to the wooden figure's body, and the other end is tied to the ten fingers of the man at the Baimumen.
The silver threads on the ten fingers are the key to controlling the wooden body.
However, at this moment, although the silver threads were beating continuously, the wooden body was unable to break free at all.
And when the other party reported his name, whether it was the self-proclaimed master of Baimumen, or Jie Huan who was sitting aside and watching with cold eyes.
Everyone's expressions changed drastically.
Jiang Ran's eyebrows raised slightly, while Ye Jingshuang and Ye Jingxue subconsciously reached out and pressed the hilts of their swords.
A sneer appeared on the corner of the eldest princess's mouth.
Everyone's reaction has changed.
Luo Qingyi even stopped cooking the delicious food, and even Tian Miaomiao scratched her head.
Chu Yunniang quietly hid behind everyone.
Liu Mucheng sat under the tree, like an old monk in meditation.
Silence...when silence reaches the end, there is the sword light!
The sword slashed down, cutting off the silver threads of the wooden body.
The sword light collided with it, but it made a harsh sound and could not be cut in two.
"interesting."
'Jiang Ran' in the darkness seemed a little surprised, and suddenly stepped back:
"Let go."
As he said that, he turned with all his strength, trying to take away the wooden human body from the hand of Baimumen.
But I heard the Baimumen man smile:
"It's not me who should let go..."
"Um?"
The voice in the darkness was slightly startled, and then a click was heard, and the wooden figure's eyes seemed to have two openings.
There seemed to be thousands of silver rays shooting out of his eyes.
That 'Jiang Ran' turned the sword in his hand, ding ding ding, ding ding ding!
All the sneak attacks that were so close were blocked by him with a single sword.
But as a result, the hand that was originally holding the wooden figure had no choice but to let go.
The wooden figure immediately jumped away and returned to Baimumen's side, climbed along the sleeves and onto his shoulders, half-crouching on his shoulders like a monkey.
I heard the man from Baimumen laugh and say:
"It's really a hell.
"Someone dared to grab my wooden body with bare hands..."
"Amitabha."
Jiluan shook his head gently:
"He is not Jiang Ran."
"oh?"
The man from Baimumen turned around and glanced at Jie Wang:
"If it's not Jiang Ran, who is that?"
"If it was Jiang Ran, your wooden body should have been taken away by him.
"It's impossible for him to cut through your Thousand Threads with one sword.
"But his sword skills are really powerful. He was able to block the mechanism of your wooden body within a short distance.
"Those who have such sword skills are extremely rare in the world."
It's not because Baimumen's traps are too powerful... but because the distance just now was really too close.
Those who can block these silver needles from a distance of one foot are considered experts.
But just now the two were less than one foot apart, and the machine was firing fast and urgently, but the opponent was able to block all the silver needles at this critical moment.
This kind of reaction and martial arts are rare in the world.
The descendant of Baimumen smiled:
"Great monks know every day that being arrogant to others will destroy their ambition.
"Based on this alone, do you dare to conclude that he is not Jiang Ran?
"In my opinion, he probably is.
"He doesn't know that the wooden body of Baimumen cannot be touched, which shows that he is not a Jianghu person from our area.
"As for that, you said Jiang Ran can cut off my Thousand Machine Threads? Why?
"You and I are just hearing about this person. I would like to advise you not to think of this person as a myth.
"He is also raised by his father and mother, but he has a mortal body. Can he still become a god?"
"You don't know something."
Quit and stand up:
"There are four uncles in our sect who once followed General Hou Ning to Jinyang Mansion.
"Those four uncles did not rush into battle, but stayed with General Hou to protect his safety.
"Their martial arts skills are unparalleled, and the four of them joining forces is even more extraordinary.
"Unexpectedly, Jiang Ran killed him on the spot, and Yu Wanjun took General Hou away from him.
"With this ability, do you think the person in front of you can compare with it?"
"The four bald men of Dafan Chan Temple...ah, eminent monks? Were they still killed by Jiang Ran?
"Is this person the reincarnation of a evil star?"
When he said this, he turned back and looked towards the darkness in the forest:
"But from what you said, this person is definitely not Jiang Ran.
"That would be interesting.
"Since it's not Jiang Ran, why pretend to be Jiang Ran?
"Are you going to hunt down this little girl?"
As he spoke, his face turned towards Miss Xiaoyue.
I found that the girl had hidden far away.
He immediately smiled dumbly:
"If you don't stay among the crowd at this time, you will die faster if you run around like this."
Miss Xiaoyue laughed dryly when she heard this:
"I-amn't I afraid of delaying your performance?
"Um...they are indeed here to hunt me down, but you said he is not Jiang Ran? Are you really or not?"
"Monks don't lie."
Monk Jieluo clasped his hands together:
"Donor, you came late at night and pretended to be someone else. What do you want? Why don't you show up and see me?"
"The thief is talking nonsense and it's so ridiculous."
A young swordsman with a knife on his waist and a wine gourd hanging on the other side of his waist slowly walked out of the woods.
Behind him were shadowy figures, as well as the figures of several people.
Just listen to 'Jiang Ran' laugh and say:
"However, there is no point in arguing with you about the truth and falsehood.
"It was just a small trial, and it can be regarded as a small thank you for fighting without asking.
"Now I have some good advice. I wonder if you are willing to listen to it?"
As soon as this person appeared, everyone present had different expressions.
Ye Jingshuang and Ye Jingxue breathed a sigh of relief.
Although his clothes are the same as Jiang Ran's past looks, his face is completely different.
It can be seen that although this group of people pretended to be fake, they were not so crazy that they even had to change their faces to look exactly like Jiang Ran.
The people from Baimumen were thinking about the difference between this person and the Jiang Ran they heard.
Monk Jieliang said "Amitabha":
"Donor, please tell me if you have anything to say."
I saw that 'Jiang Ran' had one hand behind his back and the other hand holding the handle of the knife.
He walked around the field and spoke softly:
"I am not someone who likes to kill people.
"I came here this time not for anything else but for this girl.
"As long as you hand this girl over to me and I guarantee that the knife will not come out of its sheath, you will be safe and sound.
"Otherwise, no one has survived under the Nine Shocking Swords.
"I advise you not to test the law by yourself."
"I see."
The man from Baimumen nodded, as if he suddenly understood in his tone.
Even the wooden figure on his shoulder nodded repeatedly:
"Interesting, interesting."
It was obviously controlled by one person, but there were two voices.
Monk Jieli couldn't bear to see this the most, but at this moment he couldn't help but ask:
"you understood?"
"You do not understand?"
Baimumen asked back.
"..."
Jieliang suddenly didn't want to talk to him.
If I want to understand, can I ask you?
Baimumenren smiled:
"This person's meaning is very simple. He doesn't want to do anything to us, but he also wants to take this little girl away.
"Worried about being stopped by us, he deliberately used Jingshen Jiu Dao to scare people.
"He wants to make us timid before we fight, so that he can defeat others without fighting.
"You don't understand this? You recite Buddhist sutras every day, and it turns out your brain is going crazy."
"Amitabha."
Jieliang said calmly:
"The poor monk worships the Buddha with sincerity and does not have the nine-fold connection in his heart like the benefactor."
"Um?"
Baimumen was stunned:
"What do you mean? You mean I'm too narrow-minded?"
"The poor monk just admires the donor."
"...Why don't I feel happy at all?"
Baimumen couldn't help but feel unhappy, his face was still dark.
However, the one with a darker face than him was 'Jiang Ran' across from him.
He had prepared many words, but it felt like they were all useless at this moment.
Immediately he nodded slightly:
"Stubborn..."
"Then kill."
A voice came from behind him:
"Jiang Ran, help me kill them."
"Yes, Your Highness the Princess."
'Jiang Ran' bowed to answer, pressing the handle of the knife and stepping forward slowly:
"The Nine Frightening Swordsmen never come out of their sheaths.
"Since you are so stubborn, I'll let you see the methods behind this..."
After hearing this, neither Baimumen nor Jieliang dared to take it lightly.
The shadow of a person's famous tree, Jiang Ran's name is too great.
Jinyang Mansion drove back a million troops with one blow.
Although it is an exaggeration, you can still imagine how powerful his sword skills are.
Such people, regardless of whether the person in front of them is true or false, must be treated with caution.
At this moment, 'Jiang Ran' in front of him suddenly drew his sword.
The moment the blade lit up, a flash of sharpness suddenly arrived in front of Baimumen's face.
I have to use one word to describe this knife.
That's...fast!
Incredibly fast!
Drawing the sword for a moment, a fatal blow.
There was only a snapping sound, sawdust flew into the air, and the wooden body stood in front of the blade at the moment when the sword was killing Baimumen.
The blade touched the wooden figure, and half of the wooden figure was immediately shattered.
Taking this opportunity, Baimumen stepped back and shouted softly:
"Everyone get down."
As soon as he finished speaking, little bits of fire appeared, followed by a strong light that suddenly lit up.
Accompanied by a loud bang.
The wooden body suddenly exploded.
The violent explosion not only sent Jiang Ran flying out, but also Chu Yunniang, Xiaoyue and several other incompetent people nearby were overturned on the spot.
Even Jiang Ran's hair was shaken by the explosion.
Only then did I realize that sentence deeply... The wooden figure of the Hundred Wooden Door cannot move.
No one knows what stuff is inside his wooden body.
There are a lot of hidden weapons. Under the control of Baimumen, these wooden figures are not only extremely skilled killing avatars, but at critical moments, they can even emit such self-destruction power.
However, it is expected that this is not all the abilities of this Baimumen person whose name is not yet known.
He once said that at his level, the wooden body no longer meant anything to him.
The reason why I carry it with me is nothing more than a matter of habit.
Jiang Ran was inexplicably looking forward to seeing what else this person could do.
But before that, he also looked at 'Jiang Ran' who was getting up from the ground.
Flames engulfed his clothes and there were some burns on his body.
But it's not fatal.
His hand holding the handle of the knife had blue veins popping out, and he was obviously frightened.
Just listen to him say in a cold voice:
"Okay, okay... today I have seen Baimumen's tricks.
"But I don't know how many wooden bodies you have?
"How many times can I save you?"
"If you pretend to be Jiang Ran, you must at least look like a master."
The Baimumen suddenly returned to their original place and chuckled:
"Don't you know that external objects of ceremony are just a trail after all?
"Humans, you still have to rely on yourself..."
As he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and reached the front of 'Jiang Ran' with one palm.
'Jiang Ran' made a single swing in his hand.
Just a ding sound was heard, the blade struck the palm of the hand, and the strong sound spread in all directions.
Many people feel as if their souls have been shaken out of their bodies when they hear this sound in their ears.
Even 'Jiang Ran' across from him felt his head buzzing.
However, the sword's light curled up and shattered the man's gloves from Baimumen.
Jiang Ran looked up and realized that the hand of the man from Baimumen turned out to be fake!
The hand in contact with the blade is a structure of gold and wood, which is perfectly made. Every joint is the same as a normal palm, but the metal shines brightly under the starlight.
It was inserted into the white blade with bare hands, and there was not even a single scratch.
"What?"
'Jiang Ran' had already eaten and was about to withdraw his sword light.
Naturally, Baimumen's reaction was not slow. He immediately closed his fingers and pinched the knife between his fingers:
“Don’t even think about escaping!!
"Based on this, you are actually not at a loss.
"The news that Jiang Ran took Princess Jinchan deep into the Qing Kingdom spread throughout the world.
"We have long wanted to find an opportunity to see what this person is capable of.
"This hand was originally designed to be used against him.
"But I didn't expect that I would give you a taste of it.
"Don't spread the word about this today, or let him hear it again and get on guard."
Jiang Ran rubbed his nose gently and thought to himself, should I go?
But looking at this prosthetic hand, Jiang Ran suddenly understood why Baimumen was so weird when he used Qinggong just now.
Not only that, but even now, his footwork and martial arts are also abnormal.
You can soar into the air without exerting force by bending your legs, and your feet can change at will without worrying about the limits of your bones and joints.
I'm just afraid that this person's legs are not real.
Think about what this person just said, people still have to rely on themselves...
He has managed half the world. What he means by relying on himself is to turn external forces into his own limbs?
So does what he said about eternal life have something to do with this?
Is this physical suffering and mechanical ascension?
But, how far has this hundred wooden doors achieved?
With this thought in mind, another change occurred in the scene.
The Baimumen man grasped the knife in the opponent's hand with one hand. He didn't know how to use his five fingers to exert force. As long as he tightened his grip, he would never be able to take out his weapon unless the hand was completely shattered.
At the same time, the other hand smashed down shamelessly.
But I saw that 'Jiang Ran' looked calm.
He seemed completely indifferent to this and just said softly:
"A foreign object is a foreign object. If you transfer it to your own body, it will not be considered a foreign object?
"These dead things... have their limits after all.
"If you don't have your own martial arts, you will be infinite!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the turbulent weather suddenly rose up, as if a prairie fire formed behind them.
The flames touched the blade, and the blade immediately burst into flames.
Although the wood on Baimu Menren's prosthetic limb has been specially treated, it is still wood and is still afraid of fire.
Immediately, I didn't dare to hold on to the knife any longer. After I let go, I heard a Buddha's name coming from behind me:
"My Buddha is compassionate!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a palm fell from the sky.
Gang Qi condensed, and its shape appeared on the outside. A huge palm appeared in the sky, with a looming "swastika" floating in the palm.
Before the palm could reach, there was faint sand and rocks flying on the ground.
Seeing this, the people from Baimumen couldn't help but cursed:
"have a finger in the pie."
Then 'Jiang Ran' used his sword alone, the sword borrowed the power of the fire, and the fire borrowed the light of the sword.
The strong energy soared into the sky, like a blazing flame scorching the sky.
As soon as the two came into contact, Baimumen, who had just been scolding the monks of Dafan Zen Temple for being nosy, suddenly changed his expression:
"No, don't force it!!!"
However, by this point, it was already a step too late.
Hearing a sneer, the sword light cut into the Gang Qi, splitting the huge palm into two. At this point, the remaining strength was not exhausted, and Zi Jiewang flashed past his shoulder.
The sword cut across the shoulder, but no blood flowed out.
What spewed out turned out to be fire!
Jiewang looked at the wound on his shoulder in surprise, a flash of understanding flashed through his eyes, and then he fell from the air with a sigh.
Baimumen stepped forward and caught him:
"Bald donkey, stupid donkey..."
"How dare you take it without even looking at what kind of knife it is?
"Aren't you seeking death yourself?"
At the same time, Jiang Ran and others discovered that Jie Huan's body was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The flame on my shoulders never went out no matter what, but instead grew stronger and stronger.
This situation is extremely strange.
It was as if all the blood in his body had become fuel.
He forced himself to burn himself clean.
Jieliang ignored Baimumen's words, but grabbed his wrist and said:
“Trees, trees, metal, and stone are certainly a hundred times more powerful than flesh and blood.
"But... in the eyes of the poor monk, it is still not the right path.
"The poor monk understands... Baimumen wants to reappear... to regain the peak of Fenghuo Lanshan in the past...
"But...but don't rush everything.
"Slowly, steadily, we will see you eventually...see you eventually..."
At this point, his head tilted. He was not dead, but was knocked unconscious by Jiang Ran.
Seeing the flames still burning, Jiang Ran wondered:
"Even if you're unconscious, the fire won't go out?"
"...Because what he got was the [Fire Melting Sword]."
The Baimumen took a deep breath, raised their heads and glanced at the 'Jiang Ran' who was slowly walking towards them, and exhaled softly:
"You are indeed not Jiang Ran...
"You are the descendant of Ying Baimei with the magic sword of Xieyan Mountain 20 years ago."
"The Divine Fusion Sword..."
That 'Jiang Ran' slowly closed his eyes:
"The sword melts all things, and the anger does not rise to the sea.
"He should have been the most brilliant sword in this world...
"But he died under the Jingshen Nine Swords that cut off Dongliu.
"You are right, I am not Jiang Ran...
"I am a disciple of Rong Shen Dao Ying Bai Mei.
"You can call me... Ying Shen Dao!!"
After saying this, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the sword light rolled in his eyes:
"It's a pity that those who know this matter will only have one fate...and that is death!!"