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Chapter 62 Feng Siniang’s sword, the third young master’s sword
Yunjian Temple.

This is a temple with great popularity, and it is also the place where Boss Qian makes fake banknotes.

Being able to print fake banknotes in the temple means that the entire temple is controlled by Boss Qian, or to put it another way, the interests of both parties are the same.

According to Boss Qian's plan, these people should enter the Bliss Building through the secret passage, and surround and kill Lu Xiaofeng.

In fact, no one showed up.

It wasn't that they turned their backs on Boss Qian, but Feng Siniang led three hundred elite soldiers to block the gate of the temple.

Blooming on all sides, surrounded by all directions.

If you don't move, you will die, if you move, you will kill.

For Ling Yufeng, Bliss Building, Jinan Government Office, Murong Bo's cottage, Yunjian Temple, Shen Lian arranged for all targets to attack at the same time.

This is the greatest advantage of the court
——There is strength in numbers!
No amount of ruthlessness or cunning the opposition forces can overcome is a shortage of numbers.

Because it is inherently contradictory.

A large number cannot guarantee privacy.

Insufficient quantity cannot guarantee strength.

If you want to cultivate elites, where will the genius come from?Where does the money come from?Where do the resources for martial arts training come from?
If you want to recruit experts, why should famous experts accept recruitment?How to ensure the loyalty of experts?
Even with the so-called "experience", the imperial court is far stronger than Jianghu. No matter how severe the storms in Jianghu are, can it be compared to the bloody and drifting battlefields in the border areas?
With the order of the imperial court, hundreds of masters are willing to serve, and the resources for practicing martial arts are even more abundant.

Whether it is the chief escort of the Escort, or a ranger like Lu Xiaofeng, or even a high-ranking thief like Sikong Zaixing, the imperial court can establish cooperation.

Will Qinglong be able to do it?

Can the power gang do it?

No matter what the status of the leader of the Blue Dragon Society is, no matter how wise the leader of the Power Gang is, he cannot overcome his inherent shortcomings, let alone competing interests.

The Qinglong Society secretly cheated the Power Gang, and the Power Gang dug into the corners of the Qinglong Society. They couldn't make a fist with five fingers.

With Shen Lian's attack, four of the five fingers had been broken off, leaving only the last Yunjian Temple.

Shen Lian handed it over to Feng Siniang.

Feng Siniang changed into fiery red armor, held a black command flag in her hand, and shouted loudly: "Attack!"

There was no capitulation.

No talk.

Directly, all arrows are fired.

The monks in Yunjian Temple are all unclean.

Since everything is not clean, there is no need to waste time. Ten thousand arrows were fired, advancing layer by layer, and completely wiped out the bandit nest in Yunjian Temple with overwhelming force.

Arrows rain down, and the Buddha's head bleeds.

Most of the monks in Yunjian Temple are warrior monks, all masters trained carefully by Boss Qian, but facing the powerful bows and crossbows of the court, they seem so pale and powerless.

No matter how exquisite the stick technique is, no matter how unpredictable the formation is, it can only become a hedgehog in the end.

"boom!"

With a crackling sound, half of the wall blasted towards Feng Siniang, followed by a huge palm print as tall as a person, which was obviously the direct descendant of the Red Sect of Esoteric Buddhism.
—— Vajra Mahamudra!

From Zhiyang to Gang, the dragon and elephant are vigorous.

Divide rivers and cut off seas, move mountains with one hand.

Feng Siniang held the scimitar tightly with her right hand, her eyes flashed blood red, the moment her palm reached her body, the scimitar suddenly came out of its sheath, the bloody moon shone, and chopped West Wind to pieces.

The wall and the palm force were divided into two, before the old monk who blasted out his palm force made another move, Feng Siniang had already arrived in front of him, with a scimitar like a moon, and a cassock slashed obliquely.

This is a weird knife technique.

The old man who taught Feng Siniang martial arts was a peerless expert who had perfect knowledge of the world. He could develop thousands of unique moves with just a few strokes on the scroll.

The wind blew up and wrinkled a pool of spring water.

The scimitar cuts through a wonderful and strange arc, like a crescent moon reflected in the water, that kind of ethereal and illusory moon shadow when the water waves are wrinkled by the breeze.

Every time the breeze blows the water waves, the moon shadow in the water will change completely, so Feng Siniang's sword moves are also invisible and traceless.

It is not only deviant, but also stunningly talented.

Not the breeze, not the autumn water, not the bright moon, not the moon in the mirror, not the misty and lonely bird.

It is to combine all these together, to sway and release as one likes, to be able to move above the nine heavens and hide under the nine grounds.

The wind and water rise, and the bright moon enters the arms.

How beautiful this is!
How graceful this is!
The old monk has never seen such superb sword skills.

This can't even be said to be a swordsmanship, but a beautiful scene of a spring river with flowers and a moonlit night.

Jiang Tian is the same color without any traces of dust.

The lonely moon in the bright sky.

Who on the riverside sees the moon for the first time?
When did Jiangyue shine on people at the beginning of the year?
What fell down was not the bright moonlight, but the shrill cold light. The sword flashed and the blood flew away.

The body-protecting aura that had been cultivated for decades seemed to be made of paper and was easily cut through. Before the old monk could fight back, the next knife followed him like a shadow.

The wind is continuous, the water is continuous, and the moon is continuous, so the knife is also continuous, continuous, endless.

It is not only one sword, but also ten thousand swords.

It is both a thousand swords and a sword.

One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords...

The sword light flashed again and again.

Blood beads were thrown up in strings.

The old monk's aura is getting weaker and weaker.

Feng Siniang's evil spirit became comparable to that of Shen Lian.

"laugh!"

A blood moon swept across the sky, and people's heads fell to the ground.

The old bald head rolled a few times on the ground and hit the incense burner beside him, his face became like a rag.

Feng Siniang took a few deep breaths, suppressed the murderous thoughts in her heart, stretched out her hand and grabbed lightly, and grabbed an exquisitely made mask, revealing the true face of the old monk.

"Guan... Mr. Guan? Hasn't this old guy been dead for five years? Why is he here?"

Feng Siniang knew this face.

This man's name is Guan Haiming, an outer disciple of the Red Sect of Tantric Buddhism. He is good at the two secret arts of Vajra Mahamudra and Black Devil Mahamudra, and is nicknamed "Vajra Mahamudra".

Guan Haiming is generous and heroic, and has a good reputation in the world. Unfortunately, five years ago, Guan Haiming unfortunately contracted an emergency, suffered from heart and lung failure, and died suddenly.

I never expected that he would be hiding here.

Looking at Guan Haiming's head, Feng Siniang said with some helplessness: "Why did this happen!"

With Guan Haiming's reputation in the world, if he could safely teach his younger generation at home, he might not be able to develop his family into a martial arts family, but now he is dead without any body parts.

Guan Haiming was beheaded by Feng Siniang, the monks in Yunjian Temple were quickly defeated, and the manufacturing den was also discovered.

Feng Siniang waved her hand, and more than a dozen soldiers brought a large barrel of kerosene, and then threw three or four torches.

Whether it was the printed banknotes or the printing plates for making fake banknotes, all were burned by the fire.

Other cases require the preservation of physical evidence, but this case does not because this case does not exist.

In the case report of Six Gates, Yunjian Temple is not a den for making counterfeit banknotes, but a den of bandits.

It is the same party as the bandits under Murong Bo's command.

Shen Lian was investigating a homicide case.

The murderer Ling Yufeng.

Guo Bujing is investigating the espionage case.

Killed the Mengyuan master Qiang Wangshengyou Chidi, and captured the Xixia master Jiuyi Taoist alive.

Feng Siniang led the troops to destroy the bandits.

They broke through two bandit dens outside the city, killed more than a hundred bandits, and captured all the remaining bandits alive.

something else?

nothing else.

does not exist!
Absolutely not in any record!
Ling Yufeng committed suicide, Xing Rui beheaded him, Jile Tower and Yunjian Temple were breached, and Murong Bo, who had been dead for more than 20 years, suddenly resurrected, was thrown back into the coffin.

Is there anything else?

Is it all over?
of course not.

At least things aren't over for Aggie.

Aggie is not a useless Aggie now.

He has taken up the sword.

The moment he holds the sword, he has changed from "useless Aji" to the third young master of Excalibur Villa.

Xie Xiaofeng.

One of the most talented swordsmen in Jianghu, he is as famous as Ximen Chuuxue, Ye Gucheng, Yan Nantian and others.

He is now in self-exile, using an ascetic way to escape the world, but he finally picked up the sword.

Although he was wearing tattered clothes, even though his face was full of stubble and weather-beaten, as long as Xie Xiaofeng picked up the sword, no one would dare to underestimate him.

If Shen Lian's aura is as godlike as a demon, then Xie Xiaofeng's aura is as godlike as a fairy. His sword has not been unsheathed yet, but the sword's aura has pierced through the clouds and fog.

Xie Xiaofeng didn't want to make a move, but he had no choice.

Linghu Yuan was already lying on the ground.

This famous protector of the Demon Cult had fallen into a pool of blood and stopped breathing forever.

It was a knife that killed him.

machete.

Qingqing's scimitar.

The blade is also green, as green as distant mountains, as green as spring trees, as green as the lake in the eyes of lovers.

The most precious treasure of the Devil's religion, the full moon scimitar.

One of the most evil weapons in the world, it contains unfathomable magic. Holding a scimitar for a long time, it is easy to go crazy and become a beast that only knows how to kill.

Even with Linghu Yuan's cultivation level, he couldn't master this magic knife, but now the magic knife has a successor.

A young heir.

Handsome and unrestrained, rebellious, in addition to the magic of swordsmanship, there is also wanton arrogance between his brows.

"My name is Ding Peng, the new protector of the Holy Church."

"Is this how the Demon Cult chooses its guardians?"

"Of course not, but Linghu Yuan and I have practiced the same sword technique, but we only have one round-moon scimitar. Between him and me, only one can survive."

"Linghuyuan doesn't want to compete with you."

"Maybe I want to, maybe I don't want to, but what's the point? Does a duel need a reason?"

Ding Peng looked at Xie Xiaofeng provocatively: "When you challenge the masters from all walks of life, when you cut the challenger's throat with your sword, do you need a reason?"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "I understand."

"You are the third young master for a day, and you will be the third young master for the rest of your life. You are Xie Xiaofeng for a day, and you will be Xie Xiaofeng for the rest of your life. You have already picked up the sword."

"Your knife is already stained with blood."

That's all the words, there is no need to say the rest.

A master's duel requires no reason. Ding Peng may have other tasks, but when he saw Xie Xiaofeng, the task was no longer important. The sword duel was the most important.

Xie Xiaofeng slowly pulled out his sword.

Ding Peng smiled wildly and showed his machete.

In an instant, the world was empty.

All the light in the world seemed to be covered by the sword, and everything around him lost its color.

Only the knife!

Only the sword!
The sword is a magic sword, the most powerful sword technique of the Demon Sect of the Western Regions, which combines thousands of lore into one sword. Although it has not changed, it contains the essence of all changes in the sword technique.

Ding Peng was extremely talented and practiced martial arts hard, but it took him 15 years of training before he could finally grasp the magic sword.

With one shot, the position, time, strength, and speed are all precisely calculated, which just happens to be able to exert all of one's strength to the limit of the body.

Every ounce of strength is transformed into a knife light.

Every point of concentration is transformed into sword intent.

A knife cuts it in the middle, and both gods and ghosts are worried.

The most powerful and powerful, ground-breaking.

The sword is a divine sword, the secret sword technique passed down by the Divine Sword Villa, combined with Xie Xiaofeng's lifelong insights, an extremely slow, extremely graceful sword move, as natural as the wind.

No one knows where the wind comes from.

No one knows where the wind will go.

Crisp and crisp, like vegetable and egg noodles.

So tender and full of knots, like a young couple in love.

Suddenly, an insignificant flaw appeared in the sword energy.

Xie Xiaofeng wasn't supposed to have a flaw, but he did, maybe it was due to physical fatigue, or maybe he was suffering from depression, in short, there was a flaw.

It's like when a strong wind blows across the earth, it is inevitable that there are missing places, but when the strong wind blows, it is too late to escape, and who can notice these places?

Ding Peng can.

No flaws can escape his eyes.

The full-moon scimitar cut through a strange and unpredictable arc, slashing towards this flaw from an incredible angle.

But when the sword light approached, this flaw quietly dissipated and turned into an indestructible prison.

This is indeed a flaw.

The flaw is also a change in swordsmanship.

Like a clear spring on a high mountain, when it flows down, you can clearly see a gap in it, but when your hand stretches over it, the flowing spring has already filled the gap.

If the water is full, it will overflow, and the monthly profit will lead to loss.

The ultimate perfection is imperfection.

Imperfection can make perfection.

Living like an ascetic monk wore away Xie Xiaofeng's arrogance and made his sword more indifferent.

Ding Peng was horrified to find that his saber had been stuck by the sword, and all his subsequent moves were blocked. Xie Xiaofeng turned his wrist, and the sword edge slashed towards his throat.

At the critical moment, Ding Peng directly dropped the scimitar in his hand, and lay down on an iron bridge.

The sword edge brushed across his face, passing through a two-inch long bloody mouth, like a blood-colored magic pattern, Ding Peng's wrist twitched, and the full moon scimitar flew into the air.

It was he who wore a copper ring on his wrist. The inside of the copper ring was wrapped with silk, and the other end was tied to the handle of the knife.

When necessary, it can throw a scimitar and kill the enemy with a revolving knife. The slender and tough silk silk is also a sharp blade for beheading when stretched straight.

This move can be described as dangerous and dangerous, it is a struggle in a desperate situation. Xie Xiaofeng's sword whirled around, he picked up the scimitar in a moment, and the sword finger of his left hand came out in a hurry.

"puff!"

Ding Peng was hit in the chest and vomited blood.

The blood quickly turned into mist, which filled a three-foot radius in an instant, and all the surrounding vegetation withered and decayed.

Shura blood rain!
One of the secret secrets of the Devil's Cult, using one's own blood as a trigger to launch a strong attack can not only burn jade or stone, but also hide in blood mist, taking the opportunity to escape from the enemy's pursuit.

"brush!"

The sword energy flowed down like the Milky Way, and the blood mist dissipated. However, with the help of this resistance, Ding Peng flew over ten feet and could no longer pursue him.

"Xie Xiaofeng, Ding's defeat today will be recovered in the future. You must not be killed!"

Ding Peng's voice came from afar. Although he was defeated by Xie Xiaofeng, he was still full of confidence.

Failure is not terrible. After ten years of hard work, it is enough to get it back. On the contrary, this is the driving force for progress.

　Thank you for the handsome little brother An, the water emperor Tianhe, who is full of food and scolds the cook, 20170301013411927 for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)