Fang Zheng was shocked, but He Xie's speed was so fast that he barely managed to retreat, only dodging his left eye, but his right eye was still scratched. When the internal force was activated, the ball of his right eye
It exploded immediately!
At this moment, Zuo Lengchan, who had been preparing to attack, suddenly jumped up and slapped He Xie on the back of the heart with a fierce palm. Before the person arrived, the cold air had already hit him!
Without turning his head, He Xie took out the long sword in his hand, and the long sword penetrated Zuo Lengchan's chest directly, carrying his body and nailing him to the pillar behind him, causing him to scream in agony.
Yue Buqun saw that He Xie's hands were empty at this moment, and his eyes were filled with light. He took one step forward, walking like a ghost, and was at He Xie's side in an instant, and swiped his sword towards his throat. His speed was extremely fast!
He Xie's body suddenly turned around, and with a "dang" sound, Yue Buqun's sword actually struck the other sword carried on He Xie's back.
Yue Buqun's complexion suddenly changed, and he quickly retreated without thinking. However, He Xie flicked his wrist, and three silver needles came out of his hand in an instant.
Yue Buqun struck out three times with the sword in his hand, knocking two of the silver needles away, but another one sank straight into his right shoulder, causing him to groan.
Canglang!
With a sword chant, He Xie held the second sword in his hand and suddenly grinned at Yue Buqun: "You've still practiced as expected."
Yue Buqun's face was as dark as water and he remained silent.
"Build the Ten Thousand Flower Sword Formation!"
At this moment, with a slight scolding, six figures were seen flying over, surrounding He Xie in the blink of an eye!
But it was Beiyue Hengshan Sect who had never made a move.
Seeing that the six young female nuns were surrounded by a formidable enemy, He Xie curled his lips and said, "You fools are the only ones here to slay demons!"
"kill!"
The new head of Beiyue Hengshan, Yi Qing, shouted loudly, and the six female nuns came to kill with tragic faces!
He Xie, who looked like a ghost, shuttled out of the sword array, and when he stopped again, he had six more monk hats in his hands. Looking at the scene again, six nuns had their heads bare, and they all screamed and covered their heads.
He Xie laughed loudly, flicked his sword and chanted: "Bald head, apply sesame oil, don't eat spicy food and drink soy sauce!"
The nun was so shy that she glared at He Xie!
He Xie no longer looked at them, but looked around and asked with a smile: "Do you still want to fight?"
Of course, it can't be fought.
At this time, in the Main Hall, Fang Zheng lost one right eye, Chongxu broke his right arm, Zuo Lengchan was pierced through the chest by a sword, and could not even move at this moment, Taishan Yujizi and Tianmen Taoist
After dying in battle, Mo Da's legs were bleeding profusely, and Linghu Chong turned into a bloody man and collapsed to the ground.
Among all the masters, only Yue Buqun only received one shot and still retained his fighting strength, but he never dared to step forward.
Moreover, he didn't want to step forward.
The heroes were silent. They never imagined that He Xie's martial arts could reach such a high level!
They couldn't figure out why things turned out like this?
"Amitabha..." Fang Zheng covered his right eye with a torn piece of cassock, and suddenly said bitterly: "No more fighting! Donor Lin's martial arts skills are unparalleled, and I am convinced!"
Chongxu's face turned pale, his eyes fixed on the sword in He Xie's hand, but he finally smiled bitterly and said: "Master Lin, you win!"
Zuo Lengchan laughed miserably, tilted his head, and fainted.
Yue Buqun sheathed his sword and slowly clasped his fists: "It is meaningless to continue fighting. I believe that all the leaders have the same idea as Yue. Hero Lin, after this battle, no matter what you want, you have already
It’s within easy reach.”
"Bitch thief, if you have the guts, just..." Linghu Chong suddenly yelled angrily, but he only shouted halfway before he was kicked unconscious by Yue Buqun calmly.
Yue Buqun clasped his fists again: "The scoundrels are shameless. I also ask Master Lin not to argue with this junior."
The six nuns of Hengshan stared at this scene in a daze. They could not figure out why the two sides who had been fighting each other to the death suddenly stopped and shook hands to make peace.
He was obviously a devil, why did he suddenly become a hero?
What about slaying demons as promised?
What about the incompatibility between good and evil?
Why is this happening?
They will never understand that the so-called distinction between good and evil sometimes requires death to defend, and sometimes it is just bullshit.
They would not understand that when He Xie asked, "Are we still going to fight?", it was a signal that negotiations were possible.
One party doesn't want to kill everything, but the other party wants to stop losses in time, and the two parties hit it off immediately.
Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, Jianghu is the art of compromise and struggle.
He Xie had already seen through this.
He paid the price of his life in exchange for his unparalleled martial arts skills, but his goal was never to kill everyone, but to compromise.
So He Xie understood very early that he could not be a hero or a demon.
After all, he is just a common man.
When layman He Xie walked out of the Mahavira Palace, he already had six secret books on his body.
"Yi Jin Jing", "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", "Ice Qi", Nanyue Hengshan School's "Yue Zhen Jue", the complete version of "Sunflower Collection" and the flawless version of "Star Absorbing Technique".
The latter two secret books were naturally obtained by He Xie from the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple. In order to obtain these two secret books, He Xie had to add a condition that he would live in seclusion from the world.
The leaders had simply treated the wounds and sent He Xie outside the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple. Except for Zuo Lengchan, who was seriously injured, the other leaders of the various sects arrived.
"Donor Lin," Monk Fang Zheng clasped his hands, "I have sent you a thousand miles away, and I have to say goodbye eventually. If Donor Lin is free, Shaolin welcomes Donor to visit us at any time."
He Xie chuckled: "Forget it, Lin has promised you to hide from the world and live in seclusion from now on. If you come to visit again, shouldn't Master have a huge headache?"
Fang Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That's good, that's good. Donor Lin is already the world's best master, so what's the point of living in seclusion?"
He Xie pointed at Fang Zheng, shook his head and said with a smile: "Master, you are being hypocritical. You are obviously worried to death, so why do you pretend to be indifferent? Master, you will never become a Buddha in this life.
"
"Amitabha." Fang Zheng just shook his head.
Yue Buqun sighed and said: "Without Hero Lin in the world, a lot of excitement will be missing. This is Yue's sincere words."
He Xie looked at Yue Buqun with a half-smile but not a smile. He didn't know why. If there was anyone present who hoped that he would never appear, it was definitely this person.
In the battle at the Main Hall, only the old fox Yue Buqun was the least injured, and the Huashan Sect's combat power was also the most intact.
In this world where history has been changed, Linghu Chong is still a good disciple of Yue Buqun, which means that the Huashan sect now has two peerless masters and has become the most powerful sect in the martial arts world.
He Xie's heart suddenly moved, and he felt teasing.
He pretended to sigh and clasped his fist towards Monk Fang Zheng: "Abbott, I have a sudden urge to urinate. Don't blame me. I'm sorry!"
After saying that, without waiting for anyone to reply, He Xie ducked to the side of the road, unbuttoned his pants, and started pouring water on the ground.
The leaders were stunned at first, and then looked strange. Among them, Yue Buqun's eyes suddenly widened and his expression changed drastically!
Fang Zheng looked at He Xie's back suspiciously, suddenly laughed and said: I am a little anxious too."
After that, he also stood next to He Xie and did the same thing.
Monk Fang Zheng pretended to look aside casually, his pupils suddenly shrank, he was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but ask: "Almsgiver Lin, as far as I know, the first two sentences of the evil-repelling sword manual..."
"If you want to practice this skill, you must first commit suicide..." He Xie chuckled, shook his head, and put away his pants.
He glanced at Yue Buqun, whose face was turning purple and black, suddenly burst out laughing, flicked his long sleeves, and floated away!
His heroic singing voice floated in the wind: "The world's storms are beyond my generation, and the years are rushing me as soon as I enter the Jianghu; the emperor's hegemony talks and laughs, I can't bear the drunkenness of life!"
Yue Buqun was trembling all over and stared at He Xie's retreating back, unable to control himself for a long time.