"Don't think you are the prince and act without any scruples."

Chu Heng said coldly.

In the academy, Li Xiu was defeated in public, and his face was lost, and half of the resources offered by San Shengzhai were cut off.

He kept breathing in his heart.

Li Xiu looked at him with a calm expression without any fear.

"Bluffing is a superfluous move."

He said lightly.

Chu Heng held the sword and sneered when he heard this: "Do you think I'm bluffing?"

Li Xiu nodded and said seriously: "You are holding a sword, but you walk very slowly, your body is stained with blood, but you dare not kill me. If you are not bluffing, what's the point?"

There are many people in this world who dare to kill him, whether it is the underworld, Changlin, or the deserted people or the snow field.

But he would never be a person from the Tang Dynasty, he would never be a Sanshengzhai, nor a disciple of the Cao Sheng.

Feng Yuxiu lay on the ground. Although his bones were broken a lot, the mockery on his face did not disappear.

In his opinion, Chu Heng was like a clown.

To be sensational without knowing it.

He was holding a sword in his hand, with a cold face and murderous eyes.

But so what?

After all, the sword could only be carried, and I dared not lift it, and I dared not fall.

The murderous intent can only be preserved in the eyes and cannot overflow.

The smile on Chu Heng's face disappeared, and his steps also stopped, but the sword was lifted up.

If he could only threaten before, then he would really kill someone at this moment.

Because those eyes were cold, without any emotion or scruples.

At this moment, he threw all external factors such as Tang Kingdom, Sanshengzhai, Cao Sheng, and Academy behind him. He just wanted to cut this sword.

This is difficult to ride a tiger.

If you take this step, you will never be able to raise your head again.

Li Xiu changed his posture, and the flesh and blood on his fingertips had grown. He wiped his hands casually on his clothes, and then sat on the ground and looked at Chu Heng. His eyes were like a small pond on the back mountain of the academy, which was bottomless.

Chu Heng's sword fell down.

Wang Buer sat in the distance, his eyelids moved but no movement.

Because at this moment, a scroll flew over from a distance, like a white cloud passing by with the wind falling on Li Xiu's head. A golden light emitted from the scroll shook the sword that was falling from the head.

The sword-holder also shook away.

Then the painting fell down and fell in front of Li Xiu.

It is not so much a painting, but a piece of paper.

The paper is very long and there is a person on it.

A very nice person.

Although it is not so beautiful, it is like a flower and jade.

The people on the drawing are very familiar with this piece of paper.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and then a figure in a monk's robe stood in front of him, bent down and picked up the piece of paper.

The face was very tender, but the face turned a little yellow, as if it had walked too much road and blew too much wind and frost.

His eyes were very beautiful, with clear black and white, and as calm as a clear pond.

"Don't quit?"

Li Xiu raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

He was also a little surprised. He didn't know where Bujie came from, nor did he ask. He thought he would never meet again by chance, and never met again in this ancient land.

I think I should have lived in Chang'an if I don't quit these days.

The person in front of me was the little monk Bujue I had seen in Sebei.

After being surprised, his eyes fell on the paper again, and then he remembered the Buddha's disciple Ananda and the words of Zui Chunfeng, and he couldn't help but lower his head and fell silent.

"Your Highness."

A smile appeared on Bujie's face, looking very bright.

Chu Heng's body took a few steps back, his sword trembled, and he almost broke out.

He calmed down and looked at the harmless little monk in front of him with some surprise, revealing a look of shock.

"The donor's murderous intent is too strong, so it's better to put down the butcher's knife."

Bujie first bowed to Li Xiu, and then said to Chu Heng.

His hands were folded together, very calm.

The paper was pinned around his waist and moved with the breeze.

Chu Heng didn't speak, the little monk was very strong.

Unfathomable.

But the most important thing is that the appearance of Wuyan gave him a step.

"Your Highness the Prince is naturally fine, but the demon of Changlin must die."

Chu Heng took a deep breath and rushed towards Feng Yuxiu with both feet. This sword was different from before. He did not hesitate at all. Instead, he tried his best to make a fatal blow.

This is a determined attempt to slap Li Xiu in the face.

But he is faster, he doesn't quit.

I saw the little monk's body glowing golden light, like a Buddhist golden body. He stepped forward and blocked Feng Yuxiu's body. He clasped his hands together and closed Chu Heng's sword in his palm.

Chu Heng is the peak of Chengyi and is also a disciple of the Saint of Grass.

Naturally, he is very strong, even if he is less than the Zhou Kings and others.

But the long sword fell into these palms but could not fall a single trace of it.

Even if you pull it out with force, you can't do it.

"The donor is too determined to kill, which is contrary to the teachings of the Saint of Cursives. I hope you respect yourself."

The golden light on Bujie's body disappeared, and his palm gradually opened, and the sword was naturally pulled out.

Chu Heng's face looked ugly. The long sword cut through the sky, bringing out a little brush and ink. Then the sword ink was in the sky, splashing out all over the mountains and rivers.

In the academy, he once used a sword to write ink, but now he has a lot of brush and ink, pointing out mountains, rivers and gullies.

He used the general trend of heaven, earth and all things to swung this sword.

He Chu Heng vowed to kill Feng Yuxiu.

Bujian's eyes blinked, as if he didn't understand why he insisted on doing this, but that didn't matter.

He and Li Xiu have a friendship, so he naturally needs help at this time.

So the little monk's body shone with golden light, like a light wall blocking Feng Yuxiu behind him. Then he took a step forward, with his right hand retracted his palm and punched him straight.

Thousands of ink landscapes fell on the golden light and were evaporated, and the sword slashed on Bujie's fist.

A jingle sound was made.

It was like a roar of gold and iron.

The ink disappears, the golden light disappears.

Bujie withdrew his fist and stood there. At his depth, there was a broken sword, shattered into several pieces.

Chu Heng was still standing there, but his legs had already sunk into the ground, and the sword wound between his chest and abdomen was still bleeding.

This punch broke the sword and made the heart beaten.

The personal disciple of the Sanshengzhai Cao Sheng.

The sword was actually broken by an unknown little monk.

His body remained underground and did not get up, or he could not get up for a short period of time.

His face was pale and shocked, his eyes lost their energy, and he finally stopped talking and moved.

Murong Xue in the distance narrowed her eyes and looked at the scene, her hands in her sleeves tightly clenched, and her knuckles turned white.

She couldn't figure out where Li Xiu knew these people.

The boy wearing a Taoist robe was so strong that he was suffocating.

And now another young monk with unpredictable cultivation has appeared.

She took a deep breath. It was particularly clear where the Taoist priest came from, but the monk must have walked out of Wuliang Temple.

Looking around the world, there is no such young monk who can get out of this except Wuliang Temple.

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