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Chapter 6: The horizontal knife blocks the road

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The cold wind is like a whip, whipping the horse.

On the deserted mountain road, a carriage was speeding wildly. The strong horse pulling the carriage was panting like an ox, and foam was splashing from the corners of its mouth. The whip in Yan Tieyi's hand never stopped for a moment. His hand was completely numb. The thin cotton clothes on his body, soaked in snow and sweat, became as hard as iron after getting wet and dry. piece.

He just wanted to get to Shaolin as soon as possible. Except for the six great monks of Shaolin, he was afraid that no one could save Miss Gu San. He had no choice but to risk his life and go to Shaolin because he could never let another woman die because of him.

Thirty miles away, Shaolin is in sight. Yan Tieyi's whip was even more urgent, and the strong horse was almost out of control. A figure suddenly appeared on the white mountain road. Yan Tieyi was startled. He stretched his arms and leaned back quickly. The speeding carriage suddenly stopped in front of the man. The Pegasus kicked hard with its front hooves, but its hind hooves were already nailed deeply into the snow. The snow on the ground was shoveled into the sky.

The person blocking the road was a young man. His shoes and socks were deeply embedded in the snow. He had obviously been standing there for a long time. A scimitar was thrust diagonally under his feet. The sword was three feet long. The light of the sword was like a stream of autumn water, reflecting the green surroundings. The young man has a thin figure and a delicate appearance, but there is a murderous aura between his brows and eyes, which is colder than the cold wind and colder than the edge of a knife.

He stared at Yan Tieyi for a long time before saying, "Yan Tieyi?" Yan Tieyi nodded. The young man suddenly drew his sword with his backhand, and the sword flashed like lightning, whizzing and slashing towards him. The boy's target was not Yan Tieyi, but the dead tree beside the road. The sword flashed, the horse neighed, and the dead tree that the four of them hugged was broken to the waist. Yan Tieyi was a little surprised, but what surprised him even more was that little bits of blood spattered out from the remaining half of the tree trunk. How can a dead tree fly with blood? What does this young man want to do?

Before Yan Tieyi had time to ask, there was another burst of snowflakes, and the snow behind the boy suddenly exploded, throwing out three gray figures. A steel spear eight feet long, a hundred-forged bronze sword, and a shiny horn-sharp knife stabbed the boy's vest, left shoulder, and back of the neck almost at the same moment.

The young man's eyes were still Yan Tieyi's, but he did not turn around. The green scimitar turned into a strange arc, just like a flying rainbow in the sky. The flying rainbow appears and disappears. At this moment, the frightened horses stopped neighing, the snowflakes stopped flying, the three rabbit-like figures also stopped, and everything suddenly stopped.

Yan Tieyi took a closer look and found that the throats of the three people had been cut, and gurgling blood began to seep out. Cold sweat broke out on Yan Tieyi's hand holding the knife. The three men in gray used different moves. They were at different distances from the boy and in different positions. But the young man didn't even look back, and cut their throats almost simultaneously with a casual knife. Even Yan Tieyi had to marvel at the speed, strength and accuracy of this sword. Just as he was about to speak, he was cut off by the young man's cold voice: "They are all 'sharp knife' killers. I didn't kill them to help you, so you don't have to thank me."

"Yours Although the intention is not to help me, the target of the 'sharp knife' is me, so I should still thank you." Yan Tieyi said. "You are wrong!" The young man's voice became colder, "I killed them just because I wanted to kill you, kill you with my own hands. Because - I am the back of the knife!" Yan Tieyi was stunned. If he hadn't witnessed the scene just now, He would never believe that the most powerful and fierce leader of the most mysterious and terrifying organization, 'Blade Bei', would actually be the young man in front of him.

Seeing that Yan Tieyi did not respond for a long time, there was a hint of disdain in the young man's knife-like eyes. He sneered: "Are you afraid?" Yan Tieyi said: "I'm not afraid, I just feel it's a pity. " He sighed as if he was talking to himself, "The journey is difficult, and the road is difficult. Sometimes it is difficult to look back if you take a wrong step." At this moment, the young man suddenly didn't dare to look at him. He didn't want to lower his head, so he had to move his gaze upward.

The sky after the snow was blue, and a white cloud was fluttering in the distance. He looked up at the floating clouds, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, and said slowly: "I practiced swordsmanship when I was five years old, and I have been practicing hard for twelve years, just for one day. Can become famous in the world."

Yan Tieyi listened quietly. He was once young and had the same dream. He understood and knew. What he doesn't know is: Is it the person sharpening the knife, or the knife sharpening the person?

The young man said: "However, after I debuted, I discovered that the masters of swordsmanship in the martial arts world looked down upon me at all. They thought that my swordsmanship was just a heretic, and they didn't bother to use it at all... So , I can only become a killer." The young man's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Yan Tieyi pondered for a moment and said: "It's not that those so-called celebrities and heroes disdain to take action, but they don't dare to take action at all, because they can't win against young people who are just starting out in the world. Wu, if you lose, your whole life's fame will be in vain, you shouldn't hold it in your heart." Suddenly there was a silk scarf on the young man's hand, and he said calmly: "I don't like killing, but the sword skills I practice are. A sure-killing sword." He gently wiped the blood on the scimitar and said slowly, "This sword is also a sure-killing sword, and its name has been recognized in the martial arts community for the past two years. Three of the top ten famous swords have been cut off by it." Yan Tieyi stared at the blade, his eyes reflected green by the sword's light, and he sighed: "Humanity says, 'You can't see a sword from the end of the world, it will break a person's heart at the first sight.' , When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation." The young man also stared at the blade and said, "But I don't know how it compares to your Yanling Sword." He raised the challenge again.

"Sharp Knife" is the most terrifying, strictest and most mysterious organization in the world. The two swords this young man just made were two swords that broke up. Maybe before today, he will be punished forever. The pursuit is endless. If we don't fight today, I'm afraid there will be no chance in the future. How can Yan Tieyi refuse? But if he doesn't refuse, if he is defeated and dies, what about Miss Gu San? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look back at the car.

The boy suddenly raised his hand and slashed his left shoulder! The blade penetrates the flesh, and blood suddenly flows out like a fountain! His body swayed, but his expression did not change. He only heard him say again: "The three unique postures of Tianya, one is to cut off cold jade, the second is to cut off human intestines, and the third is to cut off flowing water, but I have only practiced the heart-breaking type." He paused, and the sharp pain in his shoulder forced him to pause, and then quickly said: "I know all about famous people. In addition to wanting to become famous, I also want to borrow a sharp weapon in the world to force the last move. But looking at the world, there is almost no one worthy of my action." He stared at Yan Tieyi's hand holding the knife, "Only you, you are the only exception." As soon as he finished speaking, he drew the knife, and blood spattered on him. Most of his clothes were stained red with blood.

Yan Tieyi lost his voice and asked: "What are you doing?" The young man said: "Although I am a killer, I always kill people openly. You have just recovered from the poison, but you have been running thousands of miles for three days. Three of the healthy horses have also been exhausted. At this moment, their physical strength and energy are exhausted. If you fight with me, you will definitely lose." Hearing this, Yan Tieyi felt blood welling up in his chest and couldn't help but said: "So you don't hesitate to stab yourself. , just to have a fair and honest fight with me today?"

The young man did not answer, and there was no need to answer. He held his "Tianya" hard, with a pale face. Two excited blushes flew up. Yan Tieyi couldn't help but look back again. The young man glared at him and said: "I have read your information. In the past three years, you have been through the forty-second World War and you have never retreated even a step." Yan Tieyi said: "Today..." The young man interrupted sharply. He said: "Today you are reluctant to accept the challenge, not because you are timid, but because you have worries and worries." Yan Tieyi was speechless. He really didn't expect that this young man understood him so thoroughly and clearly. It's like being a close friend for many years.

The young man added: "Today's battle is inevitable. If you die in the battle, I will definitely send this carriage to Shaolin for you. If anything happens to the third lady of the Gu family, I will stop everything in Shaolin." Don't let it go." Yan Tieyi stared at the young man in front of him and couldn't say anything. He couldn't express the true gratitude from his heart. He raised the knife in his hand and said: "Okay, in today's battle, Mr. Yan will do his best.

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The young man's Rubing eyes also began to melt, and his heart was filled with the same gratitude, but he didn't want Yan Tieyi to find out, so he quickly strode into a path beside the road.

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The path is long and winding, and I don’t know where it will lead.

Yan Tieyi held Miss Gu San leisurely. Follow the young man. His steps are heavy and his hands are cold, but Miss Gu San only hopes to keep walking slowly because she knows that the end of this path is death.

——Either Yan Tieyi died, or that boy died! But she could only watch, unable to stop it, and she couldn't stop it. This was a duel between two men.

Earlier. The moment the carriage stopped, she had already woken up. The conversation between the two of them had already made her blood boil and her eyes filled with tears. But at this moment, she could only swallow the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes. How could Yan Tieyi see her tears?

At the end of the path, there was a forest where most of the leaves had fallen away, leaving only a few yellow spots on the dead branches covered with snow. Shaking, looking indescribably desolate, the young man turned around slowly, and there seemed to be blazing flames burning in his eyes. He gently stroked the blade and said, "I am used to using the knife with my right hand. The injury to my left shoulder will not affect my sword and body skills at all. Don't worry about it when we fight later. " Yan Tieyi nodded, turned around and walked to a tree not far away. He gently put Miss Gu San down, then stretched out his hand to smooth her hanging messy hair, and then turned around.

A tear, a tear, fell from Miss Gu San's eyes at the moment he turned around.

The knife was in his hand, but it had not been unsheathed yet.

Yan. Tie Yi holds the knife with its scabbard in his backhand, holding it flat against his chest. There is only a ray of light coming from the interface of the scabbard, which is as dark as an eye.

Bright light suddenly appeared, and the sky seemed to dim suddenly.

The Tianya knife in the young man's hand seemed to change, and before the blade came, Senhan's sword energy had already stabbed him. Wearing Yan Tieyi's iron-hard cotton clothes, Yan Tieyi lifted his feet and climbed onto the dead branches behind him. His Yanling sword was still in its sheath. He roared and flew up with his scimitar. The crescent moon was rising above his head. Yan Tieyi exerted a little force on his toes, and the dead branch under his feet suddenly sank, and immediately bounced up. He flapped his arms, and cleverly used the force of the bounce to fly past the blade like a bird.

The figures of the two men were intertwined in the air. The boy immediately turned over in the air, and the green sword light suddenly flashed out from his crotch. Human intestines! The heart-breaking style finally takes action!

If his first sword is like the moon in the treetops, then this sword is like the moon in the sky, and the light of the sword is like the moonlight, covering the heaven and earth.

A flash of darkness suddenly appeared, like a ray of dawn in the night. Yan Tieyi suddenly raised his chest, tightened his abdomen, and turned his wrist. His Yanling Saber was unsheathed and sliced ??out diagonally from his armpit.

With a "ding" sound, sparks flew everywhere, and the two swords intersected. The light of the swords disappeared immediately, just as the bright moon suddenly sank, and Yan Tieyi and the young man fell to the ground.

The snow stirred up by the sword energy was like flying catkins, but they stood still like rotten wood for a while, and something fell from the sky and penetrated into the snow between them, leaving only a small part exposed. Cut it off, it’s Yan Tieyi’s Yan Fei Dao!

(The young man roared and flew up, the scimitar has turned into a crescent moon.)

The fluttering has stopped. , but the person still didn't move. The young man stared at the knife inserted into the snow. His eyes, which were originally as sharp as a knife and as cold as ice, became indescribably vacant. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something. He quickly bit his lip again, and although he didn't say anything, his proud head lowered for the first time.

With a "swipe" sound, the young man's head was sheathed. He raised it again, and his eyes were filled with the edge that was as sharp as a blade and as cold as ice. His voice was still cold: "Tianya will never be worse than Yan Ling, just because I haven't mastered it yet. That style. "

"I know. "Yan Tieyi had to admit. "At this time next year, if I don't die, I will definitely come to you again.

"The boy's words were still so stubborn, and he still refused to say the word "lose". He turned around and left without waiting for Yan Tieyi's promise.

"Wait a minute. " Yan Tieyi had mixed feelings in his chest and couldn't help but say hello. The young man's footsteps stopped, but he didn't turn his head back. Yan Tieyi stared at his back that stood upright like a javelin: "I also want to know your name. "It's enough for you to know that my knife is called 'Tianya'." The young man hesitated for a while and then said, "The killer is nameless. My surname is Lou. If you like, please call me Xiaolou." "The young man drifted away, leaving only two lines of deep and shallow footprints.

Looking at the two lines of footprints, Yan Tieyi seemed to be lost. After a long time, he slowly walked to the snow. In the center, he slowly lifted up the Yanling Saber.

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Applause, crisp applause.

As soon as Yan Tieyi turned around, he saw it. Miss Gu San hugged the fox fur and leaned against the tree trunk with a sweet smile and clapped her hands. He hurriedly stepped forward and asked with concern: "Is your injury okay? Miss Gu San said: "My injuries are nothing. This battle for you is thrilling and soul-stirring. If you can witness it with your own eyes, you will have no regrets even if you die." " Yan Tieyi didn't make a sound, just smiled faintly.

Miss Gu San added: "Your sword still refuses to be unsheathed. Are you already sure of victory? Yan Tieyi shook his head and said, "If he hadn't mutilated his limbs and lost too much blood, I would have been the loser." Miss Gu San looked at him and said, "The move you made earlier seems to have been used incorrectly." " Yan Tieyi was slightly surprised. Before he could ask further questions, Miss Gu San had already continued: "I have also practiced the Yanling Sword Technique for a few days. Yan Tieyi said: "Really?" "

A shy and touching blush suddenly appeared on Miss Gu San's pale face. If she wasn't Aiwujiwu, how could she practice that kind of unconventional sword technique? She quickly said: "That one The move seems to be called 'The Wild Goose Roars to the West Wind', right? " Without waiting for Yan Tieyi's answer, she rushed to say, "With both the broken goose and the west wind, the sword's intention should be sad and heavy, right? Before the two knives intersected, the tip of your knife had already hit his wrist. Am I right? "This little girl is like a lark. She keeps chattering as soon as she opens her mouth. Yan Tieyi can't stand it. She really doesn't know which sentence to answer first.

Miss Gu San doesn't have to say Yan Tieyi. Tie Yi replied, and continued: "That move of yours was fast enough, but it was so light that it didn't even have a trace of strength. Yan Tieyi smiled and said, "I didn't expect that your vision is very sharp." Miss Gu San said proudly: "That goes without saying." She suddenly clapped her hands again, "I understand, you must not be able to bear to do it, because destroying his wrist is equivalent to killing him." "Yan Tieyi wanted to say something, but didn't say anything. He only felt a warm current slowly welling up in his heart.

Miss Gu San said: "I was really worried just now. After you let go of the knife, , he can kill you with just a wave of his hand. Yan Tieyi turned around, stared at the two lonely tracks again, and said, "He would never do that, I know." Miss Gu San sighed softly and said: "You are really similar. Why didn't you keep him just now? Maybe you will become very good friends." "Yan Tieyi smiled faintly and said nothing.

They had already been sworn in before the fight, so why should they keep him? This is the feeling between men. He He didn't say it, because he knew that this kind of feeling could never be explained to a woman, especially to a little girl like this.

The wind got stronger and the snowflakes kept flying.

Yan Tieyi said softly: "It's getting late, we should leave. Miss Gu San's eyes suddenly turned red, she shook her head and said: "I don't want to leave, I don't want to go to Shaolin, I hate those stinky bald people." "Everyone in Shaolin hates Yan Tieyi to the core. She doesn't want Yan Tieyi to seek death.

Yan Tieyi said: "Even if it's not for you, I will still go to Shaolin and die with iron shoulders. In my house, I have to give an account no matter what. "Miss Gu San stared at the light snowflakes blankly, and couldn't help but stretched out her hands. If the snowflakes were there or not, they turned into cold water stains when they fell on the palms of her hands. Her eyes were also covered with a layer of sadness as light as snowflakes. , she knew very well that nothing could change his decision.

She sighed and said, "I want to see your knife."

The scabbard was dark, and the sword's light was even darker. On the shallow blood groove, there are several dark red spots. I wonder if they are rust or blood spots? Miss Gu San said: "I heard that this knife was made of iron from the sky prison. It has been cursed by the ghosts who died unjustly in the prison. No one has ever been able to avoid it. Is this true?" Yan Tieyi shook his head and said: "I don't know, I only know that this knife is too heavy, so heavy that I want to throw it away." His words were really difficult to understand, but Miss Gu San understood, and she sighed softly, Said: "Many people say that after you were released from prison, you have completely changed. Your knife is ruthless and you are even more ruthless. In fact, they are only half right. You are just ruthless to yourself. Do you know, if , if..." With a "dang" sound, the knife in her hand fell to the ground, and the person slowly fell softly. Yan Tieyi hurriedly supported him and scolded: "Can't you say a few words less?" Miss Gu San snuggled into his arms, a touching blush appeared on her pale face, and whispered: "I just want to One more thing. If...if something happened to you just now, I...I don't want to live anymore." After saying this, she completely fainted.

Chapter 7: Being in a desperate situation

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Yan Tieyi carried Miss Gu San into the carriage and drove quickly towards the Shaolin Temple——Morning At that moment, there will be one more hope! Before I knew it, the towering Shaoshi Mountain was already in sight. Yan Tieyi left the carriage at a house at the foot of the mountain and took Miss Gu San on foot to climb the mountain.

Although the mountain gate at the foot of the mountain is mottled and old, the pillars are like the waist of a tiger and the eaves are soaring into the clouds. The grandeur of Shaolin is evident from this.

Seeing someone climbing the mountain, two Zhike monks in green clothes and white socks came out from the mountain gate. The first one clasped his hands and said: "It is getting late and the mountain gate will be closed. If the donor wants to go up the mountain to worship the Buddha, he must wait. Tomorrow morning." Yan Tieyi also returned the gift and said: "I'm here, Yan Tieyi, asking to see the six great monks..." Before he could finish his words, another monk in gray clothes appeared from the mountain gate and said with a voice like a bell: "You Is it Yan Tieyi?"

When he spoke, he was still at least ten feet away from Yan Tieyi, but after saying these six words, he had already passed the two Zhike monks in the lead. The fist hit the head like a shooting star.

Yan Tieyi didn't want to pester him any more, as his time really couldn't be wasted. At that moment, his body spread out like a big bird, and with a "hoo" sound, it flew over the heads of the three monks. The reaction of the three monks was not slow. They all turned around and fired six palms at the same time. Their palm power was overwhelming and rushed towards Yan Tieyi. Yan Tieyi suddenly turned over, kicked diagonally with his toes, and with the help of the three monks' palms, he jumped into the mountain gate ten feet away. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared without a trace.

Light clouds and light mist cover the mountains and plains, and the numerous Buddhist temples and monks’ houses seem to be built among the water and clouds. He couldn't help but slow down. No matter who it was, they couldn't help but feel a sense of respect when they arrived here, the temple of martial arts in the world, and even Yan Tieyi was no exception.

At this moment, a bell suddenly rang in the wind. The bells were ringing very urgently, one after another. Not only did they not sound leisurely at all, but they also contained a hint of murderous intent. The jackdaws on the treetops also seemed to be frightened, and started scurrying up and down. The bells have stopped ringing, but the lingering sound is still lingering. Yan Tieyi has arrived at the Main Hall.

The candles in the hall were brightly lit, and the dozens of monks standing on both sides seemed to have candles flickering in their eyes, that was anger! Yan Tieyi didn't seem to care, he just put together a few futons in the hall and gently helped Miss Gu San to lie down. Just when he stood up, he heard the sound of rustling footsteps. Four old monks were already filing in from the back hall. The first one, with downcast eyebrows and eyes, had an ancient appearance. He was the head of the six great monks, the current abbot Tianxin. .

Although Yan Tieyi's people are cold and arrogant, they are not arrogant. When they saw the famous Shaolin abbot, they immediately bowed and said: "I'm Yan Tieyi, I'm so lucky to see the master today. Tianxin clasped his palms together, returned the gift, and said, "Donor Yan is here, so I won't be too disappointed." Yan Tieyi said, "I'm here, firstly, for Zen Master Tiejian of your sect. Secondly, I'm here." Escort Miss Gu's third daughter up the mountain to seek medical treatment."

Tianxin raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Miss Gu's third daughter who was sleeping on the futon. He quickly stepped forward, felt her pulse for a moment, and asked Zhike Monk. Send her into the living room.

Then he turned to Yan Tieyi and said: "Tie Xin accidentally injured the third young lady of the Gu family. I feel deeply guilty. Our temple will do our best to treat her injury." The loss of a beloved disciple is deeply felt. He promised to heal Miss Gu San's wounds. His broad mind and compassionate heart made him truly worthy of being the abbot of Shaolin. Yan Tieyi was greatly impressed and said: "Thank you, Master."

But not everyone has Tianxin's mind. Behind Tianxin, an old monk with black beard and black eyebrows and a majestic face said sternly: "Tieyi Is there anything else you can explain about the death of Master Jian?" Yan Tieyi was stunned, how could he explain it? If the situation of Tie Jian's assassination that day was told in detail, it would be like scolding the bald donkey in front of the monk, which would only add fuel to the fire. Moreover, Tie Jian was dead, and he did not want to insult his great reputation during his lifetime. After hesitating for a while, he said: "I can't explain this matter clearly at the moment, but before the fight with me, Zen Master Tiejian was already poisoned and his soul was broken. Xiao Baicao of the Ministry of Punishment must have written a report about this. Your temple." The black-browed old monk said solemnly: "The fourth junior brother of our temple has concluded that Tie Jian was injured first and was poisoned later. You still want to quibble!"

Yan Tieyi is making excuses again! Stupid, the "fourth junior brother" the black-browed old monk was talking about was the Tianbao Divine Monk. This person was a great expert in poisons and hidden weapons, and he was extremely famous in the world. Could such a great expert get it wrong? Tian Xin said: "This matter is not a trivial matter. I even asked one of my disciples to go to Beijing to inquire about Mr. Xiao face to face. It's a pity..." Yan Tieyi lost his voice and said: "What's the pity? Did Xiao Baicao have an accident?" said the black-browed old monk. : "At this moment, you are still pretending to be confused. I'm afraid you are the only one who knows the best about Xiao Baicao's death!" The implication is that Yan Tieyi was not only the culprit who killed Tie Jian, but in order to cover up the truth, he even spared no effort to cover up the truth with his colleagues. Silence. Yan Tieyi smiled bitterly and closed his mouth tightly.

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Silence, the hall was silent. Only the cold wind blew through the hall.

The faces of the Shaolin monks were colder than the cold wind. The entire hall was filled with murderous aura, and even the face of the majestic Buddha Tathagata seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

Tian Xin glared at Yan Tieyi and said, "What else can you say?" Yan Tieyi shook his head and said nothing. What else could he say?

"Okay, I'll wait for the poor monk Tianhu to teach me about your magic sword." Amidst the loud shouts, the black-browed old monk Tianhu stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of Yan Tieyi . The six great monks are by no means unworthy of their fame. Tianhu stood casually, with his chest held high and his back straight, his aura as dense as a mountain. Although he was not tall, he was as heavy as a mountain and Yan Tieyi couldn't even breathe.

A strong wind suddenly rose, and the candlelight in the hall swayed. Tianhu's right fist has been punched out directly, using the "Thunder and Thunder" move in the Hundred Steps Divine Fist. The thunderous force was unstoppable, and Yan Tieyi did not block it, let alone dodge it. What he called was a straight strike. This attack was unremarkable, but not only Tianhu was surprised, but even Tianxin who was watching the battle was eclipsed by it.

Bet on life and death with one knife! Who would have expected that Yan Tieyi would choose such a method? This sword will either kill me or the enemy. If there is a third possibility, this possibility can only hurt both sides.

As a divine monk with countless unique skills, Tianhu is willing to bet on life and death with Yan Tieyi in one move? In the flash of lightning, his sleeves turned sharply, and he turned three times in the air, barely avoiding the blow, but in his panic, he even knocked over the altar table in front of the Buddha. The monks on both sides looked at each other in shock. Yan Tieyi's sword was ordinary, but it knocked back the Tianhu Divine Monk who was famous all over the world. Only the other three great monks in the main hall were clear-minded, "We must remain unchanged to cope with all changes, and we will never leave our sect." This is the highest level in martial arts.

"Amitabha." Tianhu just retreated, but the Buddha's name rang out from all around, and eighteen monks had surrounded Yan Tieyi. Then it started to circle around Yan Tieyi.

Eighteen Arhat Formation! Yan Tieyi's eyes flashed and he said: "I never thought that the great Shaolin would rely on more to win." Tianhu said solemnly: "Today is not a competition of martial arts, but a battle to conquer demons, so why bother talking about the rules of the world?" Yan Tieyi said: "Okay, let's see how you subdue the demon." As he spoke, the sword was swung out, and the dark sword light flashed like a startling rainbow.

As soon as he moved, the Shaolin monk also moved. Three punches and four palms hit Yan Tieyi's left and right backs.

But Yan Tieyi's reaction was faster. Without retracting the knife, his steps suddenly slipped and his body jumped backwards.

A strong wind blew against his face, and two strings of dark objects hit his chest. At the same time, there were dozens of people watching him behind him and on his left and right sides. The Yanling Sword still had to protect his back and the vital points on his left and right sides, so it was impossible for him to use the knife again. The knife couldn't be drawn out, so he had to retreat, "kick, kick, kick..." After taking seven steps back, he was forced back to the center of the hall. The dark object rubbed his chest and drew two long arcs, slowly drifting towards the door of the palace. Two monks were coming in from the door. They reached out and grabbed the object. It turned out that it was with them. Rosary beads.

Dry beads of sweat overflowed from Yan Tieyi's forehead. Shaolin's Arhat Formation not only echoes from beginning to end, but also takes into account the front and rear, and the left and right. It is also like an endless stream of water that will neither dry up nor stagnate. Yan Tieyi's hand holding the knife was already sweating! The strange thing is that at this time, what he was thinking about was not how to escape. What he was thinking about was being alone. It wasn't Qing'er who was obsessed with him, nor Miss Gu San, but what he was thinking about was Li Xuanyi, who was far away in the capital.

At this moment, Li Xuanyi, who is far away in the capital, is about to encounter something even more dangerous than Yan Tieyi!