Um, the black-haired man who laughed evilly before was pierced into his belly by the quick and fierce Zen stick, and his eyes burst immediately, bloodshot, and before he could recover, he heard the sound of a copper ring, and he was hit by Maitreya's Zen stick. Slashing at the shoulder, he could no longer hold the knife, and fell directly to the ground.
"Little bald donkey." Facing the companion who was knocked down by two tricks in just an instant, the expressions of the remaining two strong men changed, and then they had to rush forward with a knife to kill them, and they seemed to be accustomed to robbery. of.
Although the two strongmen cooperate with each other and are proficient, Maitreya is not a good stubble. He retreats under his feet and withdraws from the encirclement of the two. At the same time, he holds the stick in his hand diagonally, uses the stick as a knife, cuts with a robes, and the stick moves from the right to the right. He cut down from the left, but unexpectedly slashed the man on the right shoulder, letting him abandon the knife and cover his arm and retreat, leaving only one of the three.
Three times, five divided by two, under a circumstance, three strongmen were knocked down by Maitreya with one move and their weapons were disarmed. Maitreya put the stick aside at will, picked up a steel knife, and rushed to kill the three injured. Press down, and cut off their hair buns on the top of their heads one by one in their begging for mercy.
"If you meet someone like you on another day, I will kill them, but if you have something to do today, you will cut off your head first. If you come up another day, you will be called to wait for the corpse to be in a different place..." Maitreya took steel. The knife made two gestures on the necks of the three of them, making them shudder.
After being intimidated by threats, Maitreya chased the three away, then threw the steel knives and the hair bun into the side of the forest, and was about to go to Lanruo Temple behind the forest, but did not want to turn out one behind the dense forest shrubs on the side. A man wearing a soft hat, wearing a piece of armor and holding a long sword.
"I said the little monk, the so-called killing is nothing but a nod. You kill them if you want to kill them. Why are they so humiliating!" The man's soft hat covered his ears, and he looked up and down wearing a shabby monk robe. , A handsome monk with stubble on his head and holding a Zen stick.
"So that the donor knows that the little monk did not intend to humiliate him, but that he is indeed going to visit an expert today. It is inconvenient to commit murder." Maitreya looked at the man who turned out of the bush and frowned. He didn't find this person, and This person's breath and demeanor are different from those strong men who look evil and stray, and are a stubborn character.
"The little monk just used swordsmanship. He is going to Lanruo Temple, but visiting Yan Chixia?" The man slightly chins his head.
"Exactly, the little monk, Zi Mi, came from the land of Fusang in the East, and came to see Hero Yan and learn the art of lowering demons and eliminating demons." Maitreya nodded to the man, because his current name was a bit offensive to Donglai The Buddha, so when he walks in the Central Plains, he usually calls himself by his previous name, and the same is true on the Duban.
"Fusang people, the technique of lowering demons and eliminating demons?" The man was a little surprised. He thought the monk was here to look for Yan Chixia to compete with swords!
"Exactly, by the way, I don't know the name of the donor? I'm also looking for Hero Yan?" Maitreya nodded, the people in front of him were calm, but his language was arrogant and unsatisfactory. It seemed that he came to trouble Yan Chixia, and Listening to the situation, it seems to be more than a sword.
"Is there really a monster in this world? My name is Xiahou and my name is Rang. I came to Yan Chixia to compete with the sword." The swordsman Xiahou Rang slightly raised his chin and expressed some doubts, and then reported his name and intention.
"Yes, the biggest demon is in people's hearts." Maitreya nodded with a smile.
"Huh, pretending to be a fool, looking at your skill just now, I originally planned to compete with you, now it seems that it's no longer necessary." Xia Hou asked the young monk who looked at him and smiled, with a slightly disdainful expression.
"It's really not necessary. The little monk is definitely not Xiahou's opponent." Maitreya didn't care about Xiahourang's disdain. He had already seen the gap between himself and the opponent, so he didn't need to fight at all because he couldn't fight at all.
"Just said that you, monk, don't pretend to be a god, and I said that I don't need to fight because the person who beat me has already arrived." Xia Hou Rang pulled out the sword in his arms so violently, he let out a long scream, and then jumped up. , Stabbing a big tree with a sword.
"Brother Xiahou..." Xiahourang's long sword pierced into the tree, and a figure flashed out from behind the tree, and he let out an urgent call to stop, but Xiahourang didn't want him to speak.
"Yan Chixia, there is not much gossip, let's talk about it after you fight it." Xiahou let out a long exhalation, with an aura like a rainbow, with the long sword in his hand without any effort, he pulled out from the tree, and then ran after the man again.
After being chased by Xiahou Rang, the man could only pull out the long sword he was carrying, and the two of them fought in the woods. Between the two swords clanging, they made a crisp sound, and the sparks made Maitreya see. Greatly enjoyable.
Just when Xiahourang was fighting with the man, Maitreya stepped aside and looked at the strange person Yan Chixia while watching the battle. She was dressed in grey clothes, her hair was randomly pinned on top of her head, her eyebrows were black and shiny, and her chin was placed on top of her chin. The ringed beard is alive, but the hairline on the forehead is quite high.
Yan Chixia is not only beautiful in appearance, but also very surprised by her swordsmanship. Although she is suppressed by the imposing Xiahou, she is not messed up at all. The sword in her hand is freely parried by the heart, and the sword is walking with her, unknowingly shifting the battlefield. When they opened, the two hit the open space from the woods, and then from the open space to the deserted Lanruo Temple.
Maitreya followed the battlefield closely, watching the two men's skills while comparing Chinese and Japanese swordsmanship. Japanese kendo is a derivative of Bushido. It must be a battlefield against the enemy. It is straightforward and ruthless. It is a battle of imposing swords and blades. Swordsmanship emphasizes the unity of body and sword, which is a Xinyada's adaptable intelligence.
Standing on the edge of the deserted ancient temple, Maitreya looked at the guy who had entered the corridor and fought with two swords and ping-pong. He started to have some fresh insights, but after a long time, he got bored. He was not a sword idiot. He looked up at the sky again. It's getting dark.
"When is this going to be hit?" Maitreya no longer followed up to watch, leaving only two to fight.
As the sky gradually dimmed, Yan Chixia and Xiahourang went from the front to the back of the yard, and from the back to the front of the yard. The sound of sword blades reverberated everywhere, breaking through several temples and breaking them. After a few stone seats, it was a pity to see Maitreya, but fortunately, the breath of Xiahourang had gradually become chaotic, and his expression was almost anxious.
With less breath and physical strength, and anxious mentality, Xiahourang’s swordsmanship began to show flaws, but Yan Chixia was able to walk with the sword, avoiding Xiahourang’s blade, and not just fighting back against Xiahourang’s flaws. Slowly consume with him.
Just as Xiahourang gradually lost his support, Yan Chixia raised his sword to counterattack, and Maitreya was also preparing to go forward to explain to Yan Chixia that he was coming to apprentice. Suddenly a poor scholar with a broken cage on his back was plunged into the battle between the two from the front yard. It was a coincidence that Yan Chixia met the sword of Xiahourang.
"It wouldn't be such a coincidence!" Looking at the scholar who suddenly entered the battlefield and greeted Yan Chixia's sword, Maitreya couldn't help but stared slightly. Lan Ruo Temple, Yan Chixia, swordsman Xiahou, the scholar was Ning Caichen? How come I am so coincidental!
Because of the sudden appearance of the scholar, Yan Chixia had to take away the sword, and Xia Hourang also got a moment of respite, cleaned up the mess again, and stepped forward to fight Yan Chixia again.
Between the two rabbits, they had already rushed into the dilapidated monk's house. There was a ping-pong-pong sound, and pieces of wood were flying. When the two fell out again, they stood still in the center of the monastery.
(End of this chapter)