The monk hit someone without any explanation, which really shocked Tianquan. Fortunately, he was prepared and retreated repeatedly. The monk followed him like a shadow, and the fierce wind of his palm almost overturned the thatched house.
Tianquan retreated to the base of the wall. He glanced at the sword he had hidden in the corner from the corner of his eye, and immediately stopped hiding it. Instead, he immediately held the sword finger and made a move to summon the sword.
when!
With quick eyes and quick hands, Tian Quan quickly summoned the sword and placed it in front of him. The monk slapped it with his palm, and the flesh and blood made a sound of gold and iron clashing with the sword, which made him look shocked.
The surprise flashed away, Tian Quan stopped his body with his feet on the ground, pushed hard with both hands, pushed the monk three or four steps back, and then asked with a serious face: "You are such a rude monk, I am so rude to you."
We have never met each other, and we have no grievances or enmities, so why do you want to be so cruel?"
"Amitabha."
The monk still did not change the color of the sharp weapon in Tianquan's hand. He whipped up a strong wind with one palm and blasted out several layers of domineering Qi. In an instant, it seemed that a circle of strange and extraordinary purple light could be seen around the monk.
Spin and dance.
This is--!
Tian Quan's eyes widened, and he was hit backwards by the unexpected palm. The force of the palm blasted open the earthen wall behind him and pushed him forcefully out of the house.
Tianquan rolled over backwards in embarrassment, rolled around on the ground and immediately jumped up. He shook off the dust on his robes, stared at the monk who walked out of the collapsed thatched hut warily, and said in a deep voice: "
The poor Taoist knows this skill, monk, what is your relationship with the demon monk in the Fox Fairy Tower!"
"presumptuous!"
As soon as he heard the word "monster monk", the monk's calm face immediately showed anger. He danced his sleeves and robes loudly, and struck again with the force of thunder wrapped in his palm.
Tianquan stepped hard with his feet, jumped into the air, sent the sword forward, and followed the direction of his sword pointing straight towards the monk.
"snort!"
The monk stepped on the ground, grunted angrily, raised his palm and struck out towards the sword. The palm power condensed with true energy was like an invisible barrier, holding the sword's edge three inches away.
Tian Quan's gaze condensed, and he immediately descended from the air, holding the sword forward. The next second, the sword edge slipped from the palm of his hand like a loach, causing the opponent to flutter away.
Taking advantage of the opponent's lack of strength, Tianquan stabbed the opponent's chest with his sword. The sword glowed like a water mirror. In an instant, the sword light was divided into three, attacking the opponent from three different directions: head, hands and feet.
This is exactly Tianquan's specialty, Zuiyue No. 3, inherited from his master Yushu Zhenren.
The monk couldn't tell whether the sword energy was weak or not, but he didn't dare to gamble, so he had to put up the iron staff in his left hand to protect his forehead. The sword light fell on it and scattered when it touched it. It was a false move. The next second, the monk's thigh suddenly exploded.
A bloody hole.
This sword blocked the monk's advance and retreat, and also made him look angry. He shouted loudly, and immediately raised his iron staff and swept towards him. Unexpectedly, Tianquan saw through it early, and the opponent leaned back and ducked away.
"Go!" Tianquan supported the ground with one hand and sent the sword forward in the other hand.
Pfft——!
Following the guidance of his true energy, the sword turned into a white light in an instant, penetrated the monk's chest, and was nailed to the only half of the earth wall behind.
A blood flower bloomed, and the monk stagnated. A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. A trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and he fell straight backwards.
"call"
Tianquan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the monk lying in a pool of blood without making any sound. With one move of his sword, he took back the sword and stared at the monk in front of him with a frown.
Although he also thought that the people in Huxian Tower may have other accomplices, when the monk really came to his door, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.
This monk is different from the monk Amu and the white monk he met in the Fox Immortal Tower. His appearance is no different from that of the Central Plains people. If his subordinates had not exposed their martial arts skills, they would not be able to tell the difference.
Tianquan's expression was solemn. He originally thought that the people behind the Fox Immortal Tower were all foreign monks. If that were the case, although it would be more troublesome, it would still be visible on the surface. As long as he was a little careful, he would be worry-free.
But seeing this person now, Tianquan knew that he was a little naive.
After thinking for a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, took one last look at the monk on the ground, and then passed him back to the yard. The half-collapsed thatched hut in front of him gave him a headache.
This place is no longer safe. If this person can come to the door, the remaining people should not be far away. Tianquan is currently living in this hunter's home temporarily. The other party is just an ordinary person who makes a living by hunting. He definitely cannot withstand such turmoil.
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So Tianquan decided to leave without much hesitation. Orion and his wife went out hunting. He had no time to say goodbye, so he could only leave a letter and some silver coins, and then hurried on his way.
When the sun went down and Orion returned home, he was shocked to find that his house had collapsed, and the Taoist priest who came to stay a few days ago was also missing. What made him even more panicked was that there was a monk's body behind the house.
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Orion is really an ordinary person. He has never seen such a posture before. His wife found the letter left by Tianquan in another room at home. However, the two of them were illiterate, so they had to report to the official for help.
The government detectives came to inspect the monk's body and confirmed that it was a monk practicing in a nearby mountain temple. They also read the letter, which was nothing more than Tianquan's apology for leaving without saying goodbye and compensation for the collapsed house.
But this person was dead, and he was still a Buddhist disciple. How dare Orion ask for the money, so he quickly pushed it to the policeman whose eyes were shining.
When the matter was settled, Orion came home and saw that his wife was already crying. The collapsed house basically had to be demolished and rebuilt, and all the pots and pans inside were not spared. After all, their efforts for more than half a year were in vain.
In this regard, Orion can only admit that he is unlucky.
In the evening, in the dead of night, the two monks knocked on the door of the government office. After impatient questioning by the guards who stayed behind, they found out that the other monk was the senior brother of the monk who died during the day.
After the officer confirmed the identity of the other party, he did not embarrass them and simply let them take the body away.
The two monks did not return to the temple, but found a hillside in the wild and buried the body. No monument was erected, no words were left, only an inconspicuous small mound.
One of the short and thin monks stared at the mound and said, "Brother, this Taoist's martial arts is higher than we thought."
His tone was calm, and there was no trace of sadness or joy in it.
Another black-faced monk said calmly: "Although Tsing Yi Xiaojian has been traveling around the world for a long time, the people he has fought with are either far inferior to him in martial arts and can defeat the enemy with one move, or they are much higher than him and cannot be used as a reference.
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The short and thin monk nodded slightly and said: "Half of the turmoil in the world last year was related to this person. I am afraid that between life and death, this person's martial arts has also improved greatly and is not as weak as we originally inquired about."
The black-faced monk added: "One of them died today. Fortunately, he was a slave and was as humble as a domestic animal. Your envoy will not take it seriously."
The short and thin monk pondered for a moment and then said: "He was killed with one sword. It seems that this person's skill cannot be underestimated. If we want to ensure smooth operation, brother, you are the only one who can take action."
The black-faced monk nodded and said: "Although the servant is humble, he is owned by the envoy after all. There are many casualties, and it is difficult for you and me to explain. It is better for me to take action and kill him quickly."