Chapter 118 Falling Snow Knife (First update guaranteed)
"The Dharma name is true."
These four words were like a loud thunder, pouring into Che Wanxiu's ears. Even with her master's self-control, she couldn't help but her face suddenly changed and she was speechless.
It's not that she has quick thinking and quick reactions, but that this name and this Buddhist title have been well known in the world for more than a year. Killing the master, destroying the Prime Minister, channeling the gods with one sword, breaking the void, all the descriptions are so shocking that it is hard to remember, remember or react!
Her husband, Mr. Xiang, who was always dull, was shocked and stunned, and his expression changed: "Master Zhending?"
Didn’t it mean that he had broken through the void and ascended to the pure land of Buddhism?
On the entire second floor, everyone who heard Duan Xiangfei's answer was stunned on the spot. "Luoxue Dao" was a well-known master in the nearby martial arts world and a beautiful woman. It was impossible for them not to recognize her, and she was naturally There is no mistaking Mr. Xianyin. As someone who experienced it at the time, Mr. Xianyin would definitely not mistake Master Zhending!
Duan Xiangfei chuckled and said: "Mrs. Che, it is not impossible to return after ascending. Master Zhending is compassionate and knows that it is difficult to break the boundaries between humans and gods in the world, so he returned specially to find someone who is destined to give you some advice."
A clear answer, an affirmative answer, Duan Xiangfei told everyone with certainty that this was Master Zhending, who could break the void with one sword.
Dong-dong-dong, the wooden chopsticks in the hands of countless heroes fell on the table and fell to the ground, and countless wine bowls and rice bowls were smashed to pieces.
They were extremely shocked and turned to look at Duan Xiangfei's table. They saw a young monk sitting next to Mr. Xianyin. He was dressed in white monk's robes, spotless, with a handsome and solemn face, a calm expression and a smile. Holding the tea cup, he really looked like an eminent monk.
So young? Isn't it said that he is an eminent monk with a beard and a drooping chest?
It seems that there are also rumors that he is a young monk!
Che Wanxiu suppressed the ups and downs in her heart, restrained her semi-sarcastic expression, and said with a hint of probing: "I have heard for a long time that Master Zhending's sword skills can reach the gods, and I have been praised by friends in the world, and I have the nickname of 'Luoxue Dao'. If I feel stuck for a moment, Master will give me some advice."
Whether it is true or not, you will know after you try it!
Meng Qi originally wanted to spar with her, so he put down the tea cup in his hand, pulled out the Red Sun Evil Suppressing Sword, and showed the back of the knife to others: "Che Donor, use the knife."
"Are you just sitting like this?" Che Wanxiu's face darkened. Isn't it too contemptuous of my "falling snow knife"?
Of course, we have to maintain a superior demeanor, we are such face-saving people! Meng Qi said with a smile: "We are guests from afar, so we must give way and respect each other."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shocked heroes on the second floor came to their senses one after another. Someone shouted loudly: "Luoxue Dao is going to compete with Master Zhending!"
With a bang, an explosion-like noise erupted from the crowded first floor.
"What? Master Zhending?"
"Could it be that he is the Zhending Mage who can use his sword to break the void?"
"Senior Luo Xuedao wants to compete with Master Zhending?"
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For a moment, questions, exclamations, and vibrations merged into a noisy sound that made people's ears buzz. Some people seemed to be in a dream, motionless, and some people ran up to the second floor to watch the battle. Within a moment, except for the area where Meng Qi and Che Wanxiu were, this floor was already full of people, some even crowded onto the table.
Che Wanxiu's face changed continuously. In such a situation, she was already riding a tiger and had to fight. As for Master Zhending sitting there, he didn't care so much. He was an immortal figure who broke the boundaries between humans and gods. He seemed to be fighting with him while sitting there. It’s considered normal.
After thinking about it for a while, she took off the falling snow knife, turned the blade upside down, gathered her energy and energy, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and made a starting position: "Please teach me, Master."
"Please, benefactor." Meng Qi replied with a smile, feeling a little nervous in his heart. It was a rare test to sit and compete with a grandmaster.
Che Wanxiu stopped talking. In full view of everyone, she took a deep breath and slashed out the thin falling snow knife.
The light of the sword was like falling snow, falling in pieces. It was really beautiful, but she was a master who had unlocked the secret of vitality and energy. The power of the sword was sharp, the wind was blowing in her face, and the beauty contained a strong murderous intention.
The Luoxue Sword was indeed worthy of its reputation. Meng Qi secretly praised it, and without moving, the Red Sun Evil Suppressing Sword drew an arc diagonally in front of him, seemingly encompassing everything in this place.
When the two swords struck each other, Che Wanxiu took half a step back, but her face was not angry but happy. Master Zhending's sword was really wonderful. It was the only one he had seen in his life. After a lot of practice, his sword skills must have improved a lot. ,Go further!
She no longer hides her secrets, she unfolds her body skills, and the sword light rolls, just like a blizzard coming to the world, the cold and sharp, indescribable.
Meng Qi sat upright in his chair, unable to use his body skills. He could only try his best to integrate all the sword skills he had learned in his life to cope with the snowy sword light.
Duan Xiangfei, Mr. Xianyin, had already left the table with his teacup in hand. He smiled and watched the two of them competing, their swords shining like practiced skills, savoring their respective exquisite sword skills.
"What a great swordsmanship!" All the knowledgeable people watching the battle were dazzled, intoxicated by the subtle changes and hidden charm of the swordsmanship.
Che Wanxiu didn't open the secret treasure of essence, but she was able to compete with Duan Xiangfei and others. Her sword skills were naturally somewhat magical, and after opening the secret treasure of vitality and energy, her internal energy was abundant and continuous, and she became more and more courageous as she fought. , the light of the sword is erratic like heavy snow covering the sky.
Under such pressure, Meng Qi gradually mastered his sword skills. Whether it was the Five Tigers Cutting Sword Technique or the Blood Sword Sword Technique, which was derived from the change of "Breaking Purity", he could master it at his fingertips. Every time he dealt with it, Che Wanxiu secretly exclaimed. .
However, Meng Qi was trapped in the situation where he could not move his body or his feet. Under the increasingly fierce force of Che Wanxiu's sword, it gradually became difficult.
He took a breath, his mind was immersed, and the Red Sun Suppressing Evil Sword suddenly retracted.
If this continues, he will either be forced to leave the table or have to admit defeat, so he has no choice but to use a trick.
How can you admit defeat in front of everyone?
When we have a choice, we are such face-saving people!
If there is no choice, how much is face worth?
Even if the heroes who were watching were not good at martial arts, they could still see that Cha Wanxiu had the upper hand, and they began to whisper:
"Master Zhending's sword skills are really wonderful, but it's still a bit difficult to sit still."
"Yes, even an immortal who breaks the boundaries between humans and gods cannot defeat a grandmaster just by sitting down."
"But 'one sword can reach the gods' shouldn't be like this..."
At this moment, a blade of light lit up and jumped into their sight.
Thousands of gold, fame in the martial arts, fine wines and beauties, indulgences in life and death, all of them smiled as if they were enjoying these.
Even if the angle is changed, from an opponent to a bystander, Duan Xiangfei's eyes are still confused, thinking about the beautiful scenery when the Snow God Palace reappears in the future.
When the sword light went out, Che Wanxiu stood frozen on the spot, breathing rapidly, her mature and charming face was so red that it was bleeding, and her chest was rising and falling violently, which was particularly eye-catching.
With a sound, the Falling Snow Knife fell to the ground. Meng Qi also withdrew the Red Sun Evil Suppressing Knife, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. With this look on Che Wanxiu's face, what kind of "unwanted" desire was aroused in "Falling in the Red Dust"...
He didn't think much and quickly calmed down his body and mind, because only by falling into the world of mortals could he bring others along with him. Therefore, Meng Qi was also filled with desires at this time and had to do his best to surrender.
The sound of the Luoxue knife falling to the ground made everyone who was deep in their dreams come back to their senses, and all of them felt lost.
After a while, someone said in amazement and satisfaction: "One sword can reach the gods. Just now it was really a sword technique that can reach the gods!"
"Sure enough, the skill of the sword can reach the gods, no wonder it can cut through the void..."
"Such sword skills are simply beyond imagination."
"Master Zhending is truly a divine figure."
"He is a monk, I should say he is a Bodhisattva-like figure."
The praises came from the bottom of his heart. Meng Qi smiled and said nothing, put back the sword, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.
"Tsk, Master Zhending has an extraordinary demeanor and deserves his reputation!"
They were all reminiscing about the sword strike just now and praising Meng Qi's magnanimous martial arts. However, they did not laugh at the failure of Luo Xue Dao. It was normal for him to lose to Master Zhending, who "can reach the gods with one sword"! It doesn’t matter which Grandmaster!
Phew, Che Wanxiu let out a long sigh, and without bending down to pick up the falling snow knife, she cupped her hands with her face flushed and said: "Today I know that there is a sky outside the world, and there are people outside the world. The master's sword skills are extraordinary."
She is about forty years old, with beautiful appearance, good temperament, excellent figure, plump and voluptuous, and her face is blushing and charming, which makes everyone watching the battle feel thirsty.
After Meng Qi recovered from the backlash of "falling into the world of mortals", he looked at Che Wanxiu but didn't have any similar feeling. He calmly said calmly and calmly: "Donor praises you greatly. You can learn from many things, and the benefactor's sword skills are also impressive." The poor monk gained a lot."
Che Wanxiu picked up the falling snow knife and tried her best to regain her composure: "My husband and I have a village outside the city. I wonder if we can invite the Master to visit us."
She can become a grandmaster and loves martial arts and sword skills, so she wants to learn more about it.
Meng Qi smiled and said: "The poor monk has a place to stay. If the car donor wants to find the poor monk, he can go to Changhua Temple tomorrow."
He planned to stay in Changhua Temple for a while to investigate "Yuanmeng".
Speaking of this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He was a normal man. He was well-versed in people's affairs in his previous life. In this life, he was also vigorous. In normal times, he would have some daydreams. Just look at the "fantasy" caused by the demonic stone gate. But now Facing the rather touching Che Wanxiu, although I would definitely not think of that aspect, I should still have a normal feeling of appreciation, unlike now that my heart is still and my heart is still, like a truly enlightened eminent monk.
Well, Ananda's sword technique is really "vicious". With such a slash, as long as I don't go crazy, don't destroy my purity, and can control myself, sooner or later I, a fake monk, will turn into a real monk... Meng Qi will soon... I realized that I couldn't help but gritted my teeth. No, I have to think of a way. Well, next time I'll discuss it with Zhiwei and the others and see if they have any enlightening opinions. If it can't be avoided, the worst possible outcome is to exchange it for something else in the future. Exterior sword skills, such as the purple thunder seven strikes that I have longed for!
Che Wanxiu agreed, and she and her husband, Mr. Xiang, accompanied Meng Qi and Duan Xiangfei to have dinner before returning to the city. She had heard from her subordinates that she had met Mr. Xianyin in the city, so she came here to express her friendship as a landlord.
However, the reputation of Yi Dao and the master's prestige made those watching the battle dare not approach, so they could only go back and brag.
There was no talking all night, and early the next morning, Duan Xiangfei led Meng Qi to Changhua Temple.