Inside the womb torii, a monk wearing a large purple cassock sat in the cross-legged position.
An undead insect about the length of Mo Mo's finger, resembling a centipede, crawled up and down the monk's cassock, squirming slowly and making a very slight sound.
The monk's face is shriveled and skinny, like a skeleton. His skin color is almost a pus-green color during decay. His skin is translucent jelly-like, but it only sticks to the bones. His eyeballs have long since disappeared, leaving only two black holes on his face.
.
Wearing a tall hat on his head.
There is a book in front of you.
There was a deathly silence in the wombai birdhouse, and the eminent monk in front of me seemed to have passed away long ago.
Only the slight flow of air in front of his nose barely showed signs of his survival.
'Ta, Ta, Ta...'
The sound of the wooden clogs on the stone ground was very clear, and the steps were steady and slow.
'Zizzizi...'
The sound of bluestone floor rubbing against metal could be heard on the ground.
'despair.'
As the last footsteps fell, an old figure in a white robe appeared in front of the cave entrance of the wanai torii gate.
Isshin Ashina, whose hair has turned completely white, holds a knife in one hand and a four-meter cross-shaped gun in the other.
The tip of the gun dragged on the ground, pulling out a stream of sparks.
Ashina stood intently at the entrance of the cave. Years of drinking seemed to have hurt his throat, making his voice dull and hoarse, yet extremely heroic:
"I know you're still alive."
"Come out."
As Wei Mingyixin said this, his white robe fluttered slightly in the wind.
The bodies of the immortal monks were left behind.
There was black blood beneath the clogs.
crunch
There was a sound of bones being overwhelmed from within the womb.
The old monk in purple clothes, who looked more like a corpse than a corpse, actually stood up from the ground. The undead insects hanging on his robes only shook slightly before falling in pieces, like rain.
"Long time no see, Yishin."
The purple-clothed old monk's voice sounded like a leaky tent. As he spoke, his throat made a roaring sound, as if something was stuck there.
The meaning revealed in the words actually seemed to be quite familiar to Ashina Yishin.
"Yeah, long time no see... Daoxuan."
Ashina stood still and shouted from a distance.
Daoxuan, this is a quite unfamiliar name.
But if the name of 'Rare Medicine Master' is mentioned, in Ashina, even after twenty years, there are still people who can point out all his deeds.
He was also one of the famous Wei people at that time.
"But it seems like we shouldn't call you that now, right?"
Ashina raised the spear with one hand, and the four-meter-long cross-shaped spear point seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness and pierce the heart of the purple-robed monk.
"Master Immortal Peak."
When the monk in purple heard the name, the almost pus-prone skin on his face couldn't help but twitch, as if he was smiling.
"It's really quite strange..."
"But if you want to call me that, that's fine."
"I didn't expect that Yi Xin, who had been extremely impulsive from that time, would actually calm down and think about it. It is indeed very different from you at that time. It has only been twenty years..."
Ashina swept across with his spear, creating a strong wind in the cave.
The tone is cold.
"There's no need to mention old things, I don't have much time anymore."
"bring it on!"
"Kill me, or be killed by me."
"In order to deal with you, I even opened the door again that I haven't used for many years."
After listening to Wei Ming's decisive words, the purple-robed monk did not answer.
I saw him walking forward slowly, his hands still clasped together, and every step seemed to be measured with a pen ruler, precise and steady.
Ashina wholeheartedly gave up the position at the entrance of the cave, and the two of them looked at each other, crossed each other in parallel, and changed positions.
The moment the two of them passed each other, Ashina suddenly moved.
The four-meter long gun swept across, carrying the wind and waves, and struck like a black dragon drawing an arc in the air. The silver-white steel gun head reflected bright light in the sunlight.
The purple-robed monk, who seemed as thin as a skeleton, raised his leg to resist. The tip of the spear collided with his shin, and a very long sound of gold and iron was heard.
The moment the spear swept across, Ashina did not pause at all. He held it in his left hand and flicked it over the spear. The black sword in his right hand was unsheathed. With just one strike, it actually caused a layer of fire that swept through the wind and clouds in the air.
Wave, the entire black sword was completely burned in this slash.
What makes the flame burn is a power called resentment.
The light of the sword flashed away, and the flames immediately enveloped everything around him. The face of the purple-robed monk in front of him remained unchanged, and a pair of bone palms were shot out. The wind and waves surged, and the flames in front of him were blown away.
The shin bone was in close contact with the gun body and then pushed away violently. His big foot stepped on the bluestone ground and left a deep footprint. His skinny body had already rushed out, and Isshin followed Ashina with a set of short punches.
Although the former sword master was already old, he was still not in a state of unbearable condition. He did not avoid the short blows from a master of Xianfeng Boxing. He flexibly used the hilt and blade to force away all the punches, and swung the cross spear with a loud bang.
Smash, there was a loud bang in the air.
The skinny purple-robed monk also refused to dodge. Faced with the long, hard and thick black cross spear, he suddenly raised his legs and kicked upwards with an immortal peak kick technique that rolled up a fierce wave of energy.
The sole of his foot collided with the spear, and a loud bang exploded in his ears. A solid white shock wave spread around, blowing away a circle of grass blades.
At this moment, the two of them looked at each other.
They all saw the undisguised murderous intent in each other's eyes.
The two former friends remained silent and only responded with more fierce and violent moves. The sound of fists, feet and weapons clashed, like thunder, and like clouds and rocks.
Looking from a distance, I saw black dragons and flames dancing on one side, and air waves and powerful fists flying on the other side. While both of them were avoiding with flexible movements, they were constantly attacking with moves that could inflict maximum damage to each other.
Every move is directed towards the vital point of death.
The collision of a random move was like a small explosion. The ground was full of potholes, and even the footsteps on the ground could faintly move the ground to relieve force.
Facing two men with inhuman strength, both soil and rocks seemed as fragile as tofu.
It wasn't until a full moment passed that the two men, who had astonishing physical strength as monsters, stopped.
"You are indeed old, Yishin."
There was no expression on the purple-robed monk's face, but his tone seemed sad, and he didn't know what he was sighing for.
"It's better to be more human than looking like you."
Sword Master Ashina's mouth was as venomous as ever, and there was no emotion in his hoarse voice.
"What are you fighting for now?"
"For Ashina, or for Sakurayu who signed a contract with you?"
The purple-robed monk’s voice seemed to be filled with uncontrollable anger.
"If I read it correctly, your body has long been eroded by Long Yin to the limit."
"Just like just now, when you were wielding the thunder knife, you didn't even use the Ba Liulei thunder technique that you were most proud of. Are you afraid of Long Yin's backlash? Admit it, your aging life is no longer enough to support that powerful force.
Strength.”
Ashina Isshin's big spear is called the Thunder Sword.
After hearing what the purple-robed monk said, Wei Mingyi couldn't help but laugh at himself.
"Yeah, I'm old."
"So old that it's hard even to fight."
As he spoke, he picked up the spear with his left hand and approached, while hiding the black knife in his right hand behind his back.
A smile appeared on the wrinkled face.
The purple-robed monk moved slightly tightly, as if he was on guard.
"But..."
"Doxuan."
"This is the last time I call you that."
As the voice fell, a fire gun with [Flame Sword] engraved on the butt appeared in Ashina Isshin's hand.
His eyes were extremely serious.
"... Times have changed."
Bang bang bang bang bang...
Five shots were fired in succession, and the flames at the muzzle of the gun continued almost continuously without stopping.
Daoxuan, who looked shocked, was immediately hit by five extra-large bullets, and five more holes appeared in his old and decayed body in an instant.
As Ashina Isshin presses and holds the trigger in his hand, a meter bar on the side of the gun accumulates power at high speed.
There was a loud bang.
The gun flame in front of the muzzle suddenly shot out more than one meter away, and the flame was incandescent and bluish.
As soon as the charged bullet was fired, the distance between the two people was only a few meters away in the blink of an eye. The fire exploded, and a hole the size of a human head was pierced through the chest of the purple-robed monk.
Smoke billowed from the muzzle of the gun.
Ashina retracted the fire gun with all his heart, and swung a four-meter-long spear in a circular motion. He shot the purple-clothed monk into the torii gate in the womb, leaving him with no way to escape, and then stabbed him with a straight blow.
With a pop, the purple-robed monk was firmly nailed to the rock wall.
Until he died, he had an expression of disbelief on his face.
Streams of black blood spurted out from the skull-like mouth, and the purple-robed monk's voice trembled with difficulty.
"You... don't want to die..."
The bullets of the Flame Sword are invisible, and each shot uses the power of Ryū Yin as the bullet. Each shot is equivalent to consuming life for Isshin Ashina.
As the creator of the Flame Sword, he knows better than anyone how terrifying this kind of consumption is.
"Life."
"I don't want that kind of thing a long time ago."
"Living alone is lonely, isn't it?"
As he spoke, Ashina picked up the black knife with all his heart and plunged it deeply into the monk's chest under the astonished gaze of the purple-robed monk.
As the blade penetrated deeply, the purple-robed monk's body instantly stiffened, and his complexion turned from green to gray.
Everything became quiet.
After maintaining the action of stabbing the knife into the chest for a long time, Ashina Isshin slowly pulled out the door, and then pulled out the spear and thunder knife that had been pierced into the rock wall, letting Dogen's body fall to the ground.
He let out a long sigh, turned around and left.
The figure dragging the spear in the womb is extremely lonely, and there is a trace of blood on the white robe.
After walking out of the cave, Ashina raised his head and looked up at the sky, his face expressionless.
As the words fell, a white light suddenly enveloped his figure.
Before disappearing, Ashina Isshin turned his head and took a deep look into the cave.