When the sword comes out of Emei, I will be the front

Chapter 42 Blood Sea Guanyin, Magic Sword Golden Boy
  This loud shout was loud and the sound was like a tidal wave. It was obvious that the person who came had great internal strength.

At this time, she was fighting against eight people with Miejie, and she had killed six of them. Only two twin brothers were left. One wielded a left-handed sword, and the other wielded a right-handed sword. Relying on the connection between each other, they were still holding on.

The man shouted again: "Master Miejie, you have one person and one sword, and you have picked off ten village owners and heads of the three mountains and six villages in Runing Mansion. You are already powerful enough. The 'two evils on the left and right' have never been evil. Looking at the monk's face, How about sparing his brother for once?"

Miejie sneered and said: "If there is no great evil, how can we call it 'double evil'? Who does the poor nun want to kill and who does not kill? How can it be your turn to control who the poor nun wants to kill? If you want to stop me from hiding, show up now!" "

After that, his sword skills were three points faster.

The man said angrily: "You think I can't stop you!"

Then I heard the strong blowing of the wind, and the forest leaves flew away. In a moment, a person rushed out from the trees at the foot of Fuguang Mountain. He was a monk in black clothes in his thirties. He was tall and thin, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an extremely heroic look.

The monk rushed out of the forest and rushed towards Miejie without even touching the ground. He struck with his palms one after another. His palms were as powerful as clouds and his voice was majestic.

Seeing that the person coming was really extraordinary, Miejie did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He looked back and jumped to avoid the opponent's sharp edge, and then rushed back. The long sword in his hand burst out with brilliance, and immediately enveloped the opponent in the shadow of the sword.

The black-clothed monk was determined to save the "left and right villains", so as soon as he took action, he used all his strength. He didn't know that Miejie had a weird temperament and whether he could kill the "left and right villains" was just a thought, and he gave up easily. The monk's ultimate move was empty, and Miejie immediately counterattacked. He was stuck at the point where his old power was gone and new power was not yet generated, and he was immediately at a disadvantage.

The black-clothed monk gritted his teeth and resisted for more than ten times. He was facing each other with swords and swords. He could not recover his breath. He shouted anxiously: "You two brothers, why don't you come to help me? Just block him for a moment, and the heroes of all the provinces in Zhongzhou will do it." , we must all come here together!”

However, the two villains on the left and right had almost died under the sword of destruction. They had already lost their courage. How could they dare to step forward at this moment?

The two brothers were also ruthless. They looked at each other and understood each other. They shouted in unison: "Where are the brothers from the three mountains and six villages? Who can cut this thief nun with a knife or stab this thief nun with a bullet? My two brothers will point their fingers at the sky. I swear to become brothers of life and death with him, rob him of his property, and give him ten thousand gold alone!"

The monk in black was shocked and exclaimed: "No!"

But where is the time? This is truly a treasure that moves people’s hearts!

When the minions from each family heard this, their eyes turned red!
  Just now they saw Miejie killing their village leader and leader, and they felt that this nun seemed to be more terrifying than the tiger and giant snake. However, looking at it now, there was no tiger or giant snake? It is clearly a golden mountain!
  Suddenly, the faces of these minions were full of ferocity and greed, and they rushed towards the destruction like crazy.

Miejie sneered, and the long sword shed a curtain of light, killing people like mowing grass.

Although these minions have seen blood, they are not real soldiers after all. They swarmed up in a chaotic manner, and it was difficult to even touch the shadow of the annihilation.

Miejie's body technique unfolds, like a ghost, suddenly in front, suddenly behind, one sword shot will definitely kill one person, the sword is drawn out quickly, the more people are killed, the curtains of blood that are raised one after another have not enough time to fall, and the new ones are Curtains of blood have risen again.

For a moment, blood flew in the air, and corpses continued to fall to the ground one after another. The blue-robed sword of Dejie appeared and disappeared among them. His expression was indifferent, and he even showed a faint trace of solemn treasure.

The monk shuddered and shouted angrily: "Master Miejie, they are not Tatars! They are also Han people. How could you be so vicious?"

Speaking of which, this monk is also a murderer. If Miejie kills more than ten or dozens of people, he will not take it seriously at all. But with the Miejie Sword with him, killing people is like mowing grass. It doesn't take much effort. There were more than two hundred corpses lying on the ground, with blood flowing like a river, but Miejie showed no mercy at all, which really shocked the monk. Miejie's expression did not change, and he said calmly: "It is not a pity to die for greedy and arrogant people! If these people didn't want to kill the poor nuns, how could they die under the poor nuns' swords? What about the Han people? The Tatars deserve to be killed because The Tatars have done bad things, shouldn’t the Han people who did bad things should be killed?”

Her words vaguely revealed some Zen ideas about cause and effect and the equality of all living beings. The monk was about to step forward to entangle her with all his strength, but when he heard the words, his heart was shocked and he couldn't help but become obsessed.

At this time, he suddenly heard the yelling sounds of the two men on the left and right. The black-clothed monk turned around and saw that the two men had brought dozens of henchmen and took the opportunity to snatch the cart. However, they were stopped by a little child with a two-foot sword. It was so exquisite that the two vicious swords on the left and right danced into two balls of light, unable to move forward.

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly a horn sounded!
  Master Miejie frowned slightly and looked around, only to see thirty-one groups, fifty-one groups, and countless people marching out from the left and right sides of Fuguang Mountain and camped at the foot of the mountain. Their momentum was endless.

As soon as she stopped here, all the gangsters who were lucky enough to be alive shivered as if they were being amnesty. They looked at the corpses scattered around and felt the shoes and socks soaked with blood. The brave ones threw away their weapons and screamed. They tried to escape in all directions, but those who were less courageous fell down in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, their whole bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Miejie quickly turned around and stabbed to death the two men on the left and right who were fighting with Ye Guhong with one sword. He reached out to hold the apprentice who was panting due to the fierce fight, and secretly sent an internal force to regulate his Qi.

The two masters and apprentices stood side by side in front of the motorcade, a distance of five to six feet apart. Both were covered in blood, but their expressions were particularly calm.
  Among the newcomers, twenty or thirty boss-like figures came out, holding various weapons, and walked behind the black-clothed monk one after another. They looked at the scene in front of them with horror and the pair of masters and disciples who acted as if nothing happened.

Miejie raised his chin slightly and said calmly: "The poor nun, the head of Mount Emei, is Miejie! I took my beloved disciple Ye Guhong to Kaifeng to pick up my secular sister-in-law and nephew to settle down near Emei. I had many sleepovers along the way. If you are too greedy for money, you will risk your life. Is that why you people are here?"

A big man holding an iron rod shouted: "We heard that there was a nun who brought one hundred thousand gold, but it turned out to be the head of Emei. If I had known earlier, I would have sold you Emei to save face no matter what."

Miejie shook his head and said: "I don't need others to sell my face in Emei, I can only earn it by myself. One hundred thousand gold is just a rumor, one hundred thousand silver is about the same. If you want it, you can defeat the sword in my hand, just take it away .”

The big man's expression moved slightly. The black-clothed monk was startled and said angrily: "Hu Laoer, this Master Tai, I am not your opponent yet, how capable are you, dare to seek death? Huining Mansion has three mountains and six villages, twelve villages The master, the head of the house, died in her hands alone..."

"Wrong!" Miejie suddenly frowned, turned around and searched among the corpses on the ground, then bent down and picked up a corpse: "This person was killed by my disciples, I only killed eleven."

Then I heard a noise coming from the other side: "Really or not? This kid killed the 'Evil Eye' Wang Ji?" "Come on, Wang Ji's sword skills, I even applauded when I saw it, how could I lose to a kid?" ? This nun must be the one who wants to make a name for her apprentice..."

The black-clothed monk shouted: "What nonsense are you talking about! The dignified head of Emei can certainly speak his mind like a mountain. Just now, this young disciple of Emei fought fiercely with the 'left and right evils' for more than thirty years. I saw it with my own eyes, monk! Such martial arts can kill people." Can't you just be a king?"

This monk's prestige was obviously very high. As soon as he spoke his words, there was no doubt. Everyone exclaimed: "The Emei sect rarely travels in the world, but how could it be that they are so good at martial arts?" Some people said unhappily: "It is known as a famous and upright sect, but it is murderous. But it’s heavier than us! This pair of master and disciple, one is the Guanyin of the Blood Sea, and the other is the Golden Boy with the Demonic Sword, how can they look like righteous people?”

Everyone was talking about it, but they didn't expect that after this battle, in a short period of time, the two nicknames that this man casually said would become known to everyone.

The black-clothed monk looked around and shouted: "Stop arguing, wait until I, the monk, come to have a chat with the head of Emei!"

Miejie said: "You seem to have a very good reputation. Please tell me who the last name is. A poor nun's sword will not kill an unknown ghost."

As soon as he said this, the hundreds of minions who had just escaped with their lives looked at the hundreds of people dead on the ground in front of them, all showing sorrow and anger: Monks don't lie, but this master can even lie to ghosts! We nameless people, did you show mercy just now when you killed us?

(End of this chapter)