The Legend of Swing Sword and Execution of Demons

Chapter 667 Maitreya Tathagata

Throughout the ages, there is no absolute good or bad.

There is no absolute good or evil, right or wrong.

Absolute light is no different from absolute darkness.

Only because of the turmoil in the secular world and various conflicts of interests among people, it is necessary to distinguish between good and bad, good and evil.

Therefore, where there are rivers and lakes, there will be good and evil.

The Kyushu Sorcerer and the Universal Alliance, which were forced to disband at the Hundred Flowers Conference, were divided into good and evil at that time.

It's just that the various gangs in Kyushu may not be devoid of sordid activities, and the Universal Alliance may not be incapable of acting honestly.

Compared with the evil sect headed by the Red Clothes Sect, the Tushi Gang, the Twelve Sects of Tiansha, and the Nether Sect, the Kyushu, the Four Seas and the Two Leagues, as well as Wudang, Emei, Shaolin and other famous sects and Daoyi Leagues advertise themselves Being righteous in the world is beyond reproach.

Regardless of other matters, as far as the burning of Southern Shaolin and the besieging and killing of people in Zhongzhou Wulin, the Red Clothes Sect is not just a simple evil sect, it is indeed the ambition of foreign thieves and bandits.

The Twelve Sects of Tiansha are suspected of being helpful to the evildoers, and the Nether Sect, which cannot be shrunk, is not completely out of the way, and they all have their own ghosts.

But the Tushi Gang fought side by side with the righteous side of the Zhongzhou Jianghu, whether they were influenced by Buji Island or had ulterior motives.

But this sudden "rebellion" is naturally not easy to win people's trust, and time will come to test.

Up to now, the Tushi Gang can indeed be said to advance and retreat together with the righteous way of the world.

When Ji Qianlin showed up with Chang Kun, it was basically to help solve the problem of the bipolar split soul cow.

After that, they did not hide their secrets, and were even in danger for a while.

With Tusita helping to pave the way for these two important figures, no one was too surprised by the appearance of the smiling Maitreya and Shadow Buddha.

Although they had to slander the two in their hearts for how long they had been hiding among the crowd, even if they wanted to paddle, those red-clothed congregants and Dongying people would not be merciful, and their lives would not be less if they died at the hands of the two.

What's more, when Tu Wanfang became stronger and more difficult to fight against, the two of them could still face the difficulties. The sincerity and determination of the Tushi Gang were at least trustworthy until Tu Wanfang died.

Therefore, when the smiling Maitreya mask was shattered, many people were worried about it, and many people turned their heads subconsciously.

Some people dare not see what kind of face is under that mask.

There are also people who don't want to see the face that has lost its mask.

Of course, some people can't wait to see and remember the face that has been hidden under the mask for a long time.

Looking into the light, Jiang Yichen mobilized enough qi to cover his eyes to help him see far away.

Of all the people, Jiang Yichen watched the most intensely, and Ji Qianlin watched the most obsessively and attentively.

Having been with the smiling Maitreya for a long time, Ji Qianlin once accidentally saw the face behind the smiling Maitreya.

The rumors in the rivers and lakes that one person has thousands of faces are by no means empty words.

Every time the smiling Maitreya appears, his height, fat, and thinness don’t change much, and the voices behind the mask include the voices of a delicate woman, a vicissitudes old woman, a clear middle-aged voice, a hoarse old man, and so on.

And all kinds of voices are adapted to the proper gestures. If the Maitreya mask does not reveal his identity at all times, otherwise no one can be sure that the vivid and different images are the same person.

Although the smiling Maitreya that Ji Qianlin has seen is not as varied as the rumors in the world, there are at least a dozen images.

She has seen the "true face of Lushan Mountain" once, and she is looking forward to the difference this time.

Under the black hood is a thin and wrinkled face, with deep-set eyes, protruding browbones, and slightly frosty white beard and hair.

Except for the pair of earlobes that are slightly wider than ordinary people, it can be said that this appearance has nothing to do with Maitreya Buddha.

No matter who sees this face, they will only feel that this person is at least over seventy-seven years old.

Ji Qianlin's beautiful eyes did not blink. She was sure that this face was not similar to the "true face" she saw for the first time. The possibility of content is not low.

However, out of the so-called intuition of a woman, Ji Qianlin was still unwilling to believe that this ancient old man was the real face of her clan leader.

Jiang Yichen also worked hard to find out the past memories, compared this face with the voice of the smiling Maitreya before the Hundred Flowers Conference and Luzhou County, and came to the conclusion that the voice and face matched.

It's just that the voice in his heart is telling himself that seeing and hearing may not necessarily be true.

The reactions of other Jianghu people are different. Only [-]% believe it is true, [-]% have reservations, and half don't care or have no time to care.

If you think about it carefully, the Smiling Maitreya became famous after the foreign barbarian chaos, and it took at most fifteen years to count.

Calculated according to the age of seventy, the time when he made his fortune was at least past the age of knowing his destiny.

It's not that there are top figures who are late bloomers in the Jianghu. On the contrary, most of them are decent families such as Shaolin Wudang.

Of course, most people don't have the heart to think about it at this moment, especially the situation of the smiling Maitreya.

When Tu Wanfang smashed the smiling Maitreya mask with his palm, he continued to poke his hand towards the opponent's head.

The smiling Maitreya's body was like a folded willow, he bent his waist and fell backwards, avoiding Tu Wanfang's claws.

At the same time, the footsteps swept back quickly and lightly, and opened the distance.

Tu Wanfang didn't chase after the poor bandits, but instead refocused his gaze on other places.

He raised his head and bared his teeth, bent his legs and kicked the ground, and once again attacked Master Qing Ku who had retreated to the side.

No matter how Buddha's light is around Master Qingku's body, it's already extremely faint, and he couldn't even see clearly if he didn't stand close.

Tu Wanfang has a clear goal, and the smiling Maitreya will not give up until he reaches his goal.

An emergency stop, a quick step, the ground is like a withered lotus leaf floating on a pond after autumn, and it will sag and shatter under a light step!
In a blink of an eye, the black figure of the smiling Maitreya elongated infinitely like a giant black python, using his hand as a blade to directly attack Tu Wanfang's back heart, like a mountain falling!
Chi!

Seeing that the smiling Maitreya was still a few feet away from Tu Wanfang, Tu Wanfang seemed to be crushed by an invisible mountain, his feet sank to the ground, and his movements were sluggish!
It's just that this time Tu Wanfang didn't let the opponent's attack add to his body, he quickly rallied his body, stood up, turned around and twisted his waist, waved his arm to push away the smiling Maitreya hand blade, and swept his muddy legs along the whirling momentum. Maitreya's forehead to the smiling face.

boom!
The smiling Maitreya crossed his arms to block each other, and his arms and legs were separated when they struck each other. A high wall made of blood and mud from the corpses was erected on the ground to separate the two.

On the side of the Zhang-high earth wall, the smiling Maitreya left hand was filled with white air, and his right hand was dancing with fire. As his hands moved closer to each other, the picture around his body that everyone saw began to distort!
On the other side of the zhang-high earth wall, Tu Wanfang, who smelled a threat, also put down Master Qingku temporarily, moved his feet, and attacked the smiling Maitreya who had successfully attracted his attention.

Compared to the smiling Maitreya, Tu Wanfang's punching punch doesn't look fancy.

However, when they saw Tu Wanfang responding to the two powerful blows of the smiling Maitreya, they were able to return them evenly, even if no one believed that Tu Wanfang would give birth to some fancy intestines to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers, and they would never believe that Tu Wanfang was born The boxing will be as ordinary as before, relying entirely on brute force.

boom!
The Jiang Hu people who were a little closer to the battle between Xiao and Tu, first found that their vision was completely replaced by red and white, and then their eyes blurred, and then they felt thunder and thunder in their ears, and they couldn't see it right now. When he couldn't hear, he was hit by a speeding carriage, and his body flew backwards in disobedience!

If it weren't for the fact that everyone here is not an ordinary person, they can take effective self-protection measures in a timely manner when life is at stake, otherwise it would be as simple as a fall and a little embarrassment, and unconsciousness on the spot would be trivial!

Although under the foreshadowing of the previous two rounds, everyone had already prepared for the two to produce a shocking blow, but they did not expect it to come so quickly and directly, and even caused a small area of ​​bloody corpses under the warm sun. Mud rain!

Everyone's eyes refocused through the filthy rain, and it can be seen that Xiao and Tu were also thrown back by nearly ten feet under this blow.

Both of them were in a crouching position with one hand and both feet touching the ground, facing each other in a stalemate.

Those with better eyesight can see that the sleeves of the smiling Maitreya's black robe have disappeared from the elbow down, revealing his shriveled hands.

Thinking about it, if it weren't for Tu Wanfang, most people would never have the chance to see the face under the mask of the smiling Maitreya, or the hands under the gloves.

It's a pity that the timing was not right, almost no one wanted to see the smiling Maitreya in a panic at this time.

Smiling Maitreya's posture at the moment is as if his viscera have been affected by the shock just now, and he has suffered some minor injuries. He is pressing his heart with one hand, his eyes are downcast, and he is doing simple breath adjustment.

Tu Wanfang is in a posture that is about to end this hunting operation and return with a bumper harvest!
Master Qing Ku, Zuo Feng, Gu Xinhun and other masters were worried and wanted to step forward to help, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

It wasn't because he was afraid that Tu Wanfang would change his target and attack them, but because he was afraid that the slightest move would trigger Tu Wanfang to attack the smiling Maitreya immediately.

What the smiling Maitreya lacks the most right now is the time to adjust his state!

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At the far end, there was an inaudible dry laughter on the mud floor.

Xuan Xiao, who was in charge of guarding Hongshang, closed his eyes and took a deep breath after witnessing everything.

I don't know if it's because of exhaustion of patience, or seeing that it's hard to continue wasting time with Hong Chang here, and he is planning to use a dead horse as a horse doctor and throw Hong Chang in front of Tu Wanfang for a try.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Yichen's gaze was looking elsewhere, and he couldn't help casting a questioning look.

Jiang Yichen said: "Sound of hooves, someone is coming."

"people?"

"Someone really came!"

"Is anyone else coming at this time?"

"One man and one horse? What's the use of coming here?!"

As soon as Jiang Yichen's words fell, the people around Hongshang slowly spread the news and questions.

Slightly distracted Xiao Xiao and Tu Yizhan's attention.

Seeing that the people who came were indeed one man and one horse, Luo Bo couldn't help feeling angry, clenched his fists and said in a low voice, "Someone should come at this time..."

The radish didn't finish his words, but a pair of slender catkins lightly pressed on his shoulders, implying that he should speak carefully.

Perhaps Jiang Yichen was the only person present who could hear this abruptly stopped whisper in his heart.

He thought to himself: "The soldiers of the imperial court are still standing still and preserving their strength. They just want to wait for us to clean up Tu Wanfang, and then come to clean us up. Or wait until we are all cleaned up by Tu Wanfang, and then come to collect our corpses?"

At the same time, many people also reacted, thinking that there were a lot of soldiers and gentlemen gathered on the blockade outside Putian County. piece.

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In contrast, all the Jianghu people who are on the front line will find out the arrival of that one man and one horse a little later.

Although they were also puzzled about the identity and purpose of the visitor, they were able to calm down and focus on Tu Wanfang in front of them.

Da da da!
The huge focal field where nearly [-] people lived was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

From far to near, the sound of galloping horseshoes became clearer and sounded like the only sound, stepping on everyone's ears and hearts.

The smiling Maitreya didn't care who came.

Tu Wanfang didn't care about anything else, even if that person and horse came for him, he had to appear in front of him before talking.

Da da da!
The more intensive sound of horseshoes was like drums beating on the battlefield, urging the two to launch an offensive.

Everyone's breathing became more and more rapid.

The smiling Maitreya put down his hand on his chest, his eyes were sharp.

Tu Wanfang started suddenly, kicking his limbs on the ground with force, and charged towards his prey like a cheetah!

Da da da!
The sound of Tu Wanfang's limbs stamping on the ground coincided with the sound of the horse's hooves, but his moving speed was by no means comparable to that of the horse that came from afar!
The smiling Maitreya did not see any countermeasures.

Da da da!
The person and the horse went straight to laugh, and the two of Tu left, there was still a distance of thirty zhang apart.

But Tu Wanfang was only five feet away from the smiling Maitreya!
The smiling Maitreya is still motionless!
"Is this guy really dead?" Seeing this, Gui Mei Yao Ji couldn't believe it.

The feud between the Temple of the Gods and the Tushi Gang is not as deep as the sea, but they have never lost their fights, big and small. The ghost and enchantress have also faced off against the smiling Maitreya no less than three times, and she can feel the smiling Maitreya every time. It was stronger than last time, but it's not too surprising that today, smiling Maitreya can fight Tu Wanfang back and forth, but she can't last ten times.

Seeing that the well-deserved No. 1 of the evil sect is actually standing on the same front as the righteous people of the world, and even stepped forward and indomitable.

There are four or five people who moved one step faster than her.

Recently, Buji Island Xie Fei, who was inseparable from the Doushi Gang, took the lead, followed by Master Qingku, Yingfo and others.

They all knew that no matter how quickly they could help the smiling Maitreya block the current attack, they could only hope that the smiling Maitreya would survive until they rushed over.

Da da da!
Everyone has no time to care about the visitor who is getting closer, all their attention is on Xiao and Tu.

The more rapid and clear sound of the horse's hoof fell on the ears of everyone, it was more like a drum beating for the smiling Maitreya alone!

Hey!
Tu Wanfang jumped up when he was three feet away from the smiling Maitreya, imitating Master Qingku and smashing himself at the opponent like a meteorite from the sky!

Hey!
In a blink of an eye, Maitreya stood up with a smile on his face, picked up the complicated copy formula with both hands, brought up the earth and rocks within a radius of one foot, and slapped Tu Wanfang like a wave!
Boom!
No one saw what was going on between the waves of earth and rocks, only a dull crash could be heard.

Jiang Yichen frowned, as if he could hear the sound of the bell striking.

Roar!
The earth and rocks gradually fell, but I saw Tu Wanfang roaring and jumping up to a height of three feet, clasped his fists with both hands in the shape of a hammer, raised it above his head, and smashed down hard!
Just as everyone felt that there was something missing, they saw a black figure rushing out across the sky. From under the black robe, a hand as white as jade, reflecting the morning light, pressed on Tu Wanfang's head, pressing down diagonally!
boom!
When the earth and rocks were all gone, and when several people including Master Qing Kuo headed by Xie Fei arrived, Tu Wanfang was already pinned down on the head and firmly pressed into the mud!
Smiling Maitreya's face was pale, with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The black-robed man who suppressed Tu Wanfang with one hand was half-kneeling on the ground, with his hood turned back, and his hair was tied into a braid over his shoulders, but he was wearing a jade-faced Tathagata mask on his face. Eyes sparkle.

It seems that he is so young that he is not even as old as Li, but this appearance is amazing!
Xie Fei and the others didn't know what to say for a while.

Many people who were farther away could not digest the shocking changes in front of them, and failed to recover.

The scene fell into a dead silence.

The smiling Maitreya seemed to be quite familiar with this person. With Yingfo's support, he coughed and stood up, then smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "You are here."

The masked youth replied with a smile, "I'm here."

The smiling Maitreya said with a slightly relaxed tone: "With you, many people will die less."

The masked young man looked around at the miserable situation, shook his head and said, "It's a starry night and a long journey, so it seems like it's a bit late."

"You are already convinced by Zhongzhou martial arts."

"Don't! Don't flatter me like this, I can't bear it."

"Only that person can lift your stubborn donkey out."

"Stubborn donkey's statement sounds okay."

"Did that person teach you how to deal with this freak?"

"The man said that if even you can't do anything, then it's best for everyone to disperse and run for their lives. One less death is one."

Listening to the old and the young chatting and playing charades, except for Yingfo, several people frowned frequently, wanting to interrupt their somewhat inappropriate nonsense, but when they heard that others seemed to be discussing countermeasures, they didn't delay the business, it was just the atmosphere. Some were too relaxed and even seemed weird, so they had no choice but to interrupt in resentment.

Maitreya with a smile sighed and said: "I just figured out a way, it's not too sure, I just have to try it."

The masked youth added one hand to press the back of Tu Wanfang's head, and said, "Then gossip, this guy is restless!"

The smiling Maitreya said: "The mud is too soft, I suggest changing to a firmer place. It's best to find three more strong arms to control Tu Wanfang together with this kid."

Obviously, these words were directed at Master Qingku, Guimei Yaoji and others, and his solution would not be possible without the help of righteous masters from Zhongzhou.

Master Qingku was the first to express his opinion: "Amitabha, the donor has a way but it's okay to say, the poor monk is willing to be a pawn!"

Ghost Demon Fairy said: "I'll organize the staff."

The masked youth suddenly interrupted and said urgently: "Okay, okay, hurry to the side and get ready, I can't hold back this guy!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone around felt the soil under their feet surging like a tide.

Immediately afterwards, Tu Wanfang forced himself to stand up from under the masked young man, raised his head, and drove the entire soil bed attached to his body to lift up from the ground!

　Five years, five years since the book was opened!

　　Still write less than 200 million words!

　　I can't write more than [-] paid chapters!
　　Not much to say, try to finish this year as much as possible!

　　There seems to be an exam on 6.12. After today and before the 12th, there will be at most two updates, at least one update, and the number of words is variable. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)