"How did you do it?"

"It's actually very simple." Yan Li explained, "I have studied the body and moves of the Five Spider Soul-Entangling Palm for a long time and have been dialyzed. This martial art seems to be sinister and powerful, but in fact it is looking for a delicate balance in the mixing of various toxins, just like dancing on the tip of a knife. I use the pure fire to break his qi sea, and the toxin balance will naturally break. No matter what master he is, I will have to hate him."

"Ha...hehe..." Chang Duan let out a hoarse laugh, and a crazy light appeared in his eyes. "Junior... is...I...I...undersight...you...but...I--not dead yet! Wait...I...I...Rescue this...you are the one who dies!"

"You want to inspire me to get close to you. It's naive to be hit by your death." Yan Li said with his hands behind his back, "Actually, you may die from your menopause now, and you may be more at ease."

"Young man... I'm going to fall... you won't be... rampant for too long!"

"Do you think I will deal with you with means? Alas, at this moment, you don't have to raise your own value." Yan Li sighed lightly, "Although the injury of the Five Spider Soul-Entangling Palm Breakthrough Practice is difficult to cure, it still won't hurt me. If you are willing to prove the Wang family now, you will be the mastermind behind all this, and there is still a glimmer of hope."

"you……"

As soon as Chang Duan opened his mouth and spit out a word, he heard a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

A stone came through the air with strong true energy, and it often broke its throat in the middle, sealing the last words of this blood-transformation assassin tightly in his throat.

Chang Duan used his protruding eyes to glar at the direction where the stones flew, and swallowed his last breath with endless resentment and unwillingness.

Duan Yan immediately became alert, holding a sword in his hand, staring nervously in that direction, as if facing a great enemy.

Yan Li was still calm and gentle, as if everything was under control. He looked at Chang Duan's corpse and said, "I just said, if you didn't die on the spot, you would definitely die unwilling to die."

"Hahaha..." A burst of laughter came from the direction of the stone. With the sound of footsteps, Wang Sanshan, the head of Lingjian Pavilion, picked up his beard and showed up from the woods with more than a dozen thugs.

"Two juniors can actually kill the assassin master in the blood exchange stage. Master Yan's name is a genius. I now believe it three points. Hahaha..." Wang Sanshan grinned, his old face full of pride.

"Well. Yan Li accepted this sentence of praise." Yan Li responded, "You also want to say that with our brothers' cultivation, it is a miracle to deal with the blood exchange stage. Fighting against the bone-forging stage, especially the famous senior masters like Wang Dada family, is destined to have no chance at all. Tomorrow morning, you will tell the old and young heroes in Jianchuan City: Master Yan was unfortunately assassinated. I was one step late and could only kill the murderer to avenge him..."

"Hahaha..." Wang Sanshan laughed again, his eyes were full of hide, and even the last cover was saved. He said gritting his teeth, "The little bastard is indeed a bit smart! I often cut off this waste and I have to feed my Wang family for many years. I can't even deal with the two juniors. I even have to take care of myself! Hum... At this moment, what are your last words to explain?"

"Does the old-fashioned drama of killing people to silence you so excited?" Yan Li shook her head and said, "You are so sure that I must be the one who died?"

Wang Sanshan ignored Yan Li's ridicule, just regarded it as the verbal advantage of the dying person, and grinned himself: "Or what if..."

Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the woods suddenly changed.

"Amitabha……"

"Amitabha--"

The Buddha's name came from the direction of Zhuchan Temple.

Then, hundreds of golden lamps lit up in the void, illuminating the dark woods as bright as daylight, like the solemn Buddha's kingdom.

Under the hundreds of thousands of Buddha lamps, an old monk wearing a big red cassock and snow-white monk's shoes slowly walked over and chanted:

"Thousands of hammers and thousands of forgings to create heart Zen, but the wisdom sword cannot cut right and wrong. Once you fully realize the meaning of Prajna, where will the bell be drummed in heaven and earth?"

The old monk's body was faintly shining with his light Buddha's light, and his every move had dispelled the coldness and darkness in the woods after the night rain. His snow-white monk's shoes stepped on the muddy path, leaving behind a series of footprints, but they were always spotless, as if they had transcended the world and were no longer disturbed by any world.

When Wang Sanshan saw the old monk, he smiled with a grim smile on his face and disappeared in an instant, leaving only endless horror, "It's Guangjue's head! You... how could you be here?"

"Amitabha Buddha." Guangjue chanted the Buddha's name lightly at the head of the Prajna Hall, and put it together, "I came to enjoy a drama in the world at the invitation of Mr. Yan, and I felt that this trip was worth it. Donor, what do you have to say at this moment?"

"I...I...uh..." Wang Sansan wanted to stand up and continue to show his identity as the head of Lingjian Pavilion, but when faced with one of the three heads of Zhuchan Temple, he could not say a word.

What can he say?

He said that the Wang family is chivalrous and noble, and has always abide by the rules of martial arts? Please, how could he hide his murderous aura from Guangjue just now?

He said that the assassin had nothing to do with the Wang family, everything was just false accusations by the Han family and rumors in the world? Please, kill someone to silence him, kill two birds with one stone, he just said it in person!

What dare he say?

The Wang family's status in Tianfeng Temple is the best in his heart. It's just a level of running errands. It's okay to scare the shrimps in the world. Put them in front of Guangjue's first seat? This can make the people in the world laugh.

As for his Lingjian Pavilion, well... what the identity of the head of the Prajna Hall of Zhuchan Temple is, I'm afraid I have never heard of this number before!

"Uh...he...this...um..." Wang Sanshan worked hard for a long time and finally said, "This is a misunderstanding! It's a real misunderstanding! The first master, you...you...don't mind?"

The old man is completely messy.

He just kept cursing in his heart: Guangjue Laotu has not been on the bell and drum peak for decades, but today he has been playing the wind, and it has actually come to join in the fun, which has made Ben Dang very embarrassed! Well, speaking of it... Why did Guangjue's cultivation become so scary? Ben Dangjue's liver tremble when he sees him! And Yan Li, can that little bastard really move Guangjue's big Buddha? We underestimate him!

"Amitabha." Guangjue said another Buddha's name, "I'm not asking about this."

When Wang Sanshan heard this, he felt even more guilty and his mouth became more and more unscrupulous. "Then... no... this matter is... uh... it's not my business anyway. If... or... this... it's getting late, I... go home first?"

Finally, this old man gritted his teeth and became a bachelor.

Guangjue laughed silently and lowered his eyes and said, "Although I am walking in the world, I don't ask about the right and wrong in the world. Zhuchan Temple will not leave guests tonight. Shi mainly goes, so there is no need to ask me. But..."

Wang Sanshan's eyes lit up when he heard this and said, "As long as you, the old bald man, don't make things difficult for me, what else can I go? Yan Li's little bastard, we have a long way to go, I will play you to death sooner or later!"

"Hahaha..." Wang Sanshan's liver stopped trembling and his mouth stopped stuttering. The spirit of the head of Lingjian Pavilion immediately came back halfway, glanced at Yan Li with a smug look on his face, and said to Guangjue with a smile, "So, I... will I say goodbye first?"

"But..." Guangjue continued, "Even if I don't keep it, the donor wants to leave, it's not easy."

Wang Sanshan's smile immediately froze. Guangjue's words clearly mean that the situation is not good. But since this old bald man is not at risk, what else can there be trouble?

Just when Wang Sanshan was dizzy and didn't know how to deal with it, he heard a footstep of Shen Xiong, approaching from a distance with the sound of cold armor rubbing.

"Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-Dong-

These steps, like war drums, hitting Wang Sanshan's heart, giving him an unknown premonition.

I heard an old and majestic voice from behind: "What the Zen Master said is, Wang Sanshan, shameless junior! Tonight, you! You can't go anywhere!"

A tall figure, wearing ancient bronze armor, carrying a nine-foot-level sword, a bronze face and snow-white beard under the light of the Buddha lamp, was like a Vajra coming to the world, with a great power.

The tiger's courage and the wind are fierce. Han Iron-clothed.

The Wang family failed to stalk the cicada by mantis. They thought Guangjue was Yan Li’s biggest reliance, but they didn’t know that the real killing star had already followed like an oriole!

Everyone in Jianchuan knows that Han Tieyi is living his life at home, like an old god.

Now, he lifted the sword again, penetrated the iron armor, and his whole body exuded a murderous aura like the reincarnation of the God of War. Who can't tell that this innate master, who is famous for Jian Yizi, has already had a murderous idea!

Wang Sanshan was afraid, really scared!

He is also a figure who has been famous for decades in Jianchuan, but he never felt so clearly that death is approaching in his life.

At this time, no one could save him, such as the Wang family, the Tianfeng Temple, and the Lingjian Pavilion! All his pride in his life seemed to have become a dream bubble, shattered under the sharp gaze of Han Tieyi.

Han Tieyi lifted the sword upside down, opened his eyes wide, and said with a high voice: "Junior, you have a chance to have a knife!"

Wang Sanshan looked at Han Tieyi's eyes, and looked at the cold-shining Daguan Knife, but he couldn't even lift his true energy. His knees softened and he knelt in front of Han Tieyi. A few tears came out of his old eyes and begged for mercy, "I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong! Please, please, please, the first master, let me show my compassion, and let me spare this time... I'll be..."

Han Tieyi was unmoved, only the tiger's eyes widened, and the two long eyebrows were Wufeng, shouting: "I didn't even have the courage to have a move, I'm really a coward!"

Start by hand—

——The knife fell!

The Jiuchi Pass Knife drew a sharp sword energy, which penetrated Wang Sanshan's chest in a whistling manner, causing his begging for mercy to stop immediately.

Wang Sanshan's eyes were prominent, and he used all his last strength to cover his chest, but he couldn't even make a wail, and the body fell softly.

Han Tieyi slashed again with his backhand, and another invisible sword energy swept out. The thugs behind Wang Sanshan, who were as scary as a cicada, also disappeared.

In front of Guangjue, Han Tieyi's knife was bloodless, but he killed people invisibly.

Seeing this, Guangjue chanted the Buddha's name low, while Yan Li smiled and said nothing, as if he had expected it.

Han Tieyi no longer looked at Wang Sanshan, but just held a knife and bowed to Guangjue's head, then turned around and left. His steps were as strong as the time of the Tathagata, but they became more free and easy, as if the old stone in his heart had been removed, and he chanted passionately in the cool golden wind:

"Holding a knife for three thousand miles, roaring and roaring in the war. The tiger's courage is still there, who dares to be the pass! Haha... Lao Wang's rumor, Han Tieyi is here to find you, I hope you don't be as cowardly as your grandson... Hahahaha..."

The back of a mountain, like a mountain, was gone, and only a little cold light reflected by the sword in his sight was left.

Guangjue looked at the dead corpses on the ground, recited the mantra of rebirth lightly, and then said to Yan Li: "The donor's Zen trick is profound, but I still don't understand..."

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Chapter completed!