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

Chapter 68 Who is more important, life or death, monkeys versus dogs

Xiao Feiyang didn't expect this young man to be so decisive, and secretly complained in his heart. While using his martial arts to suppress the poison in his body, he smiled lightly and said: "Although Xiao is not talented, there are hundreds of thousands of people in the Ming Cult, but there is only one person who is inferior to me! Just like me. Such a person came to Western Sichuan just to deal with you, Emei? Haha, you Emei have such a big face!"

Ye Guhong sneered and said: "Not to mention what your intentions are, you hit our boat on the river with bad intentions, and you will die unjustly. Not to mention that the life of our master uncle must also be on your body."

Xiao Feiyang chuckled and curled his lips and said: "That fellow Gu Hongzi, because of a few words of argument, traveled thousands of miles to Kunlun Mountain to compete with Xiao. His skills were not as good as others. Who is to blame? Besides, Xiao stayed behind I didn't kill him with my hands, and I didn't even get my hands on his sword. He was petty, and he was so angry that he could survive. Is this Xiao's fault? As for hitting your boat, it was just to make you drunk. On the field, those senior sisters of yours are so cute, why would Xiao want to kill them when he is such a compassionate person?"

Ye Guhong nodded while listening to what he said. After he finished speaking, he suddenly asked: "Are you begging for mercy?"

Xiao Feiyang's eyes widened, and the blush on his face flashed away. He seemed to respond smoothly and casually, but in fact, every sentence was just an explanation, so how was it different from asking for mercy?

Now that Ye Guhong has pointed it out, with his arrogance, he can't keep his face, and his free and easy smile has disappeared. He said with a straight face: "Joke! The heaven and earth are the reverse journey of all things, and the time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. Life is like a dream, how much joy can there be? How can life and death be so important to Xiao?"

After saying that, he let out a long sigh, shook his head and said: "The only hateful thing is that a man was born in this world, and it is a bit aggrieved that he could not die on the battlefield. Anyway, how can things in this world be as one wishes? Just do it."

After saying that, he closed his eyes, put his hands together in front of his chest, flexed his fingers like flying flames, and murmured: "Burn my remains with the blazing holy fire. How can life be joyful, and death be miserable? Do good and eliminate evil, Only because of the light. Joy and sorrow all return to the dust. Everything is done for the people, not for selfish reasons. Have mercy on my people, there are many sorrows! Have mercy on my people, there are many sorrows!"

His voice became louder and louder as he chanted, drifting up the river with the sweeping river wind. His cynical face showed a compassionate and solemn look, and his expression was quite similar to that of the Buddha with his eyes lowered, who was sitting against the mountain behind him.

Yin Liu and Mo Qi looked at each other, and Mo Qi whispered: "These words are a bit remarkable! Do Mingjiao believers read this scripture before they die?"

Yin Liu sighed and said, "The people who want to found this sect are also very benevolent and courageous people. You see, they don't care about their own death, but care about the sorrow and suffering of the world. What kind of magnanimity do they have?"

Jin Mingjun stared and said: "Hey! How can you speak for the enemy? My junior brother was seriously injured in the fight, and now we have the opportunity to kill this devil. Is it because he can quote a few lines of poetry that you can't bear to attack? What if this is the case? Like, every evil person in the world buys a copy of Three Hundred Tang Poems, and when they see you, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, doing chivalry and righteousness, they think about it very much, how can you kill the demons?"

After saying that, he snatched the sword from Mo Qi's palm and shouted: "If my junior brother hadn't planned it and worked hard, this devil had defeated us, do you think he would have held back? Humph, I am uneducated, I Whoever Junior Brother wants to kill, that person must have a way to kill him!"

After saying that, he strode forward to kill Xiao Feiyang himself.

Although Xiao Feiyang's eyes were closed, his ears were erect. When he heard the footsteps approaching, he smiled bitterly and thought to himself: Unexpectedly, Xiao died in the hands of an unknown female brother in Emei after spending half his life.

He was about to surrender and die when he suddenly heard a series of strange laughter coming up and down from the giant Buddha behind him.

"Hohohohoho!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Hahahaha!"

Someone else shouted: "Xiao, you turtle are here too! Watching your big fool makes me happy!"

Jin Mingjun was startled, he immediately quickened his pace, raised his sword and stabbed Xiao Feiyang in the heart.

When Xiao Feiyang opened his eyes, he didn't see any movement and suddenly moved three feet back. When Jin Mingjun was about to stab again, a ray of silver light shot out and immediately broke the long sword into two pieces. Jin Mingjun felt the tiger's mouth was numb, and when he looked down, he saw a small pen made of rotten silver.

She gritted her teeth and was about to stab her again with the broken sword. Ye Guhong hurriedly shouted: "Sister, come back!"

Jin Mingjun turned around and walked away. With a chirp, a small rotten silver pen was stuck behind her——

If she had continued to move forward just now, this pen would definitely kill her.

Yin Liu and Mo Qi were frightened and angry. They all rushed out to protect Jin Mingjun. Yin Liu raised his voice and shouted: "Yin Liheng and Mo Shenggu, the Seven Heroes of Wudang, are here! What kind of hero is he who hides his head and shows his tail? If you are brave, you might as well show up. one sight!"

Then I heard someone shouting strangely: "It's not your turn to judge whether I, the Six Heroes, are heroes! You kill a thousand Tatars, and it won't be too late to talk to me about these big words again."

While talking, several figures appeared on the mountain wall to the left of the Buddha. The mountain wall was full of grottoes. These people had obviously been hiding in them for a long time, but they did not say a word until Xiao Feiyang was desperate and finally showed up. save.

Ye Guhong and others looked around and saw three people in total, all in their early forties. Two of them were Taoist priests. One was wearing Tsing Yi and the other was wearing blue. The one in Tsing Yi had his hair tied up in a bun and had an expressionless face. The one wore an iron crown, thick eyebrows and narrow eyes, and the other was a monk in tattered clothes, with hair half an inch long, short, fat, broad, ugly, and full of menacing aura.

The three people jumped down from the cliff nearly ten feet high. When they were one or two feet away from the ground, the Taoist in Qingyi suddenly struck out a palm to the left and right at the same time. The Taoist in blue and the monk were on both sides of him, handing out their hands respectively Throw out a palm.

With four palms striking each other, the Taoist in blue and the short and fat monk each turned somersaults and landed firmly on the ground. The Taoist in green spun backwards several times and slid down the cliff with his back.

The short, fat monk raised an ugly face, full of arrogance, and shouted in a voice like a broken gong: "Wudang and Emei brats, you are beating old Xiao Feiyang, and the three of me can see it. I am very satisfied, but even though this old boy has a thousand faults, after all, he is the envoy of the Center-Left of our religion, and no matter what, it is not the turn of outsiders to kill him!"

He swayed, walked a few steps, suddenly kicked Xiao Feiyang, and laughed and said: "Xiao, you have always been so crazy, but today, if I, Wu Sanxian, hadn't saved me, you would have been killed by this Emei The little fierce bitch was chopped with a sword, haha, hahaha, it’s so funny!”

He turned around and said, "Zhang Zhong, how long did it take for this son of a bitch to break your shoulder with his palm? You slapped him too and spoke out in disgust."

The bushy-browed Taoist wearing an iron crown smiled, shook his head and said, "As the saying goes, a tiger will be bullied by a dog when it falls flat. Although Xiao is not worthy of being a tiger, Zhang is not a vicious dog either."

The short monk nodded and said: "What you said makes sense!" After thinking about it, he suddenly got angry and pointed at Taoist Tieguan and said: "No! I just kicked this turtle. If you say this, don't you mean I'm a dog?"

There was a sudden quarrel in his family. Mo Qi found it interesting and burst into laughter.

The short monk turned around suddenly, pointed at Mo Qi and said, "Monkey, why are you laughing?"

Mo Qi was furious and immediately retorted: "I'm laughing at a dog!"

The short monk was so angry that he shouted, strode towards me, and punched him: "What a turtle! I'll beat you to death, you monkey!"

Mo Qi shouted: "Monk Dog, I'm afraid of you!" He waved his arms and used the extremely powerful Wudang Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm, hitting the monk ping-pong-pong.

(End of this chapter)