Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1022 Repentance
With a "boom", Spanda jumped up, pierced through the tent like a sharp arrow, and flew high.At the moment when he stood up, he did not forget to pick up the weapon beside him.Looking down, the tent has been torn apart by a burst of sword energy.He was startled, and just about to open his mouth, the sword energy changed direction, from horizontal to vertical, and the sword light shot rapidly, rising from the ground, rushing towards the soles of his feet.

With a roar, Spanda turned over as if on a swing, and swung the weapon in his hand downwards, creating a light curtain.The sword light came so fast, piercing the light curtain in an instant, making a "ding ding ding..." sound, like rain hitting plantains.

In this short span of time, the owner of the sword has already stabbed a hundred and eight swords in one breath, the skill of the sword is astonishing.Spanda was startled and felt a dull pain in his wrist.The weapon in his hand was forged from ten-thousand-year-old iron, and when it was struck out, it would produce a strange force, but after encountering the opponent's sword, it could not exert any effect at all.

Hearing the sound of "铛", it was clanging and powerful, and a huge force spread out, rolling up the two surrounding tents.The two figures crossed each other in mid-air, and each made several moves in an instant.

After landing with a "thump", Spanda felt a chill in his chest, looked down, and gasped.A sword wound appeared on his chest at some point. Although the sword wound was shallow, blood was already oozing faintly.His memory has always been very good, so he still remembers that the flame bringer Adib almost died under this kind of sword technique. He doesn't need to look back, he already knows who he is fighting with.

"Miss Long, I haven't seen you in just a few days, but your martial arts are so brilliant, I, the Earth Envoy, cannot help admiring you." Spanda looked at Fang Jianming, who was three feet away, but said to Long Biyun, who was behind him.

After landing on the ground, Long Biyun took a step forward.Although she had hurt Spanda, she herself was a little hurt by the shock of his weapon.This contest seems to be evenly matched, but Long Biyun tried her best, while Spanda was in a hurry, so it cannot be generalized.However, after Spanda finished speaking, his will was depressed, and the weapon in his hand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

For a martial arts practitioner, weapons can be said to be his second life.Being broken by the enemy or flying the weapon in his hand is inferior to others, but the weapon automatically falls from his hand, which shows that the owner of the weapon has completely given up resistance, which also means that he doesn't care even if it is life.

Spanda can be regarded as a top expert, why did he suddenly seem to be a different person.In fact, it wasn't that he was timid. It should be known that Fang Jianming was already standing three feet away when he landed.At this moment, Fang Jianming had at least a hundred ways to kill him, but Fang Jianming didn't make a move.Spanda didn't know why he didn't make a move, but he was overwhelmed by the power in him.A real master does not knock people down, but makes the enemy lie down automatically without making a move.

In addition, Spanda still had a trace of surprise in his heart.He realized that although Long Biyun had tried her best, her potential was still great. If she was given a period of time to unleash this potential, he would simply not be able to stop it.In other words, if this battle was postponed for a month, he, Spanda, would definitely die under Long Biyun's sword.

"Aren't you surprised that we didn't die?" Fang Jianming looked at Spanda, feeling sorry for him suddenly.

Spanda suddenly aged a lot, smiled sadly, and said, "Strangeness is not important to me now. Let's do it, I am willing to accept your punishment."

Long Biyun turned around suddenly, and stabbed out with a sword.Seeing that the point of the sword was about to stab Spanda in the back of his heart, she suddenly sighed, turned her wrist, deflected the blade, and stabbed a hole behind Spanda.Afterwards, she jumped up and landed beside Fang Jianming, the Seven Star Longyuan sword had already been sheathed.

Blood was flowing behind Spanda, but he remained unmoved, looked at Long Biyun and said, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Long Biyun said coldly: "Because you are honest enough."

Spanda raised his eyes, and in just a short while, three Dharma Kings of the tenth level, three Dharma protectors of the ninth level, four warriors of the sixth level, and dozens of congregants had all fallen into the bloody mud, some They had already lost their breath, and some were still moaning in pain.

It turned out that when Long Biyun rushed into the valley, she flew out with swords and men, beheaded more than 20 Persian congregants, and then went straight to Spanda's tent.Afterwards, Bai Yiyi, Feng Feiyan, Zeng Zhongli, and the Fire-Eyed Golden Monkey broke into the crowd, and their blows were like lightning, beating everyone else to the ground, and some of them never got up again.

Among the three people and one monkey, Zeng Zhongli killed the most people. He only lost two Persian congregants.Bai Yiyi and Feng Feiyan's swords were like a rainbow, and anyone who faced the sword light would undoubtedly die.Among the three tenth-level Dharma kings, two met the sword light, so they fell down quickly, but the remaining tenth-level Dharma king was knocked crooked by the palm of the fire-eyed golden monkey, and his face was still tinged with blood when he was dying. With a panic.

Two of the three ninth-level protectors died, and the last one broke a leg and passed out.The four sixth-level warriors were very fierce. They resisted to the end, but in the end they were all decapitated.As for the Persian congregation, most of them died, and those who did not die were almost finished. Even if they survived in the future, they would be worse than ordinary people.

Bai Yiyi and Feng Feiyan walked to Long Biyun, Bai Yiyi stared at Spanda coldly, and asked Long Biyun, "Sister Long, why didn't you kill him?"

Long Biyun didn't speak because she didn't know what to say.At this time, Bai Yiyi seemed to have turned into the cold holy aunt of the past. She pressed the hilt of her sword, and a murderous aura emanated from her, saying: "If you don't kill, I will kill you for you!" Just as she was about to draw her sword, Long Biyun Suddenly said: "Don't kill him."

Bai Yiyi said: "Why?"

Long Biyun said: "No reason, it doesn't matter whether this person is killed or not. Sooner or later, I will go to the Western Regions to find the Persian Cult to repay this blood debt."

Bai Yiyi sighed, moved her hand away from the hilt of the sword, and said, "Sister Long, I don't know if it's right for you to do this, but I know your heart has softened."

Long Biyun said: "No, I am not soft-hearted. When I come to the Persian religion in the future, I will prove it with my actions." She said to Spanda: "If I don't kill you today, it doesn't mean I won't kill you in the future. You'd better get out of here. Go to Persia. Otherwise, let me see you again, and it will never be what it is today."

Spanda suddenly opened his arms, knelt in the muddy water with his hands in the shape of flames flying, and said something in a low voice, a holy power emanated from him.

Bai Yiyi asked in surprise, "What is he doing?"

Zeng Zhongli said: "This is a religious ceremony. Judging by the piety on his face, this ceremony is probably the most solemn and sacred in Persian religion."

After a while, Spanda stood up, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you Miss Long for not killing me, God will protect Miss Long and all your friends. I, Spanda I swear in front of my face that I will never kill or injure another person in the future, and I am willing to use my strength to persuade the congregation to put down their butcher knives, not to wash away their sins, but to stop fighting."

Long Biyun snorted coldly, turned around and left, Bai Yiyi and Feng Feiyan followed closely behind her, Fang Jianming looked at Spanda, and felt a strange power from him, as if a villain's sincerity in front of the Buddha The power of confession.At this moment, he deeply realized how powerful what Zhang Xiangfeng said in the past, "the benevolent is invincible".

Long Biyun came to the foot of the mountain where Cihangxuan was located, a little bit lost. This place used to be the place she was most familiar with, but now, it has become very strange and miserable.

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The next day, at the foot of Cihangxuan Mountain, there were three more graves.The first one belonged to Long Rudai, the second one belonged to Cihangxuan's Zizi generation disciples, and the third one belonged to all Cihangxuan disciples who died in this battle.As for the corpses that did not belong to Cihangxuan's sect, Fang Jianming and the Fire-Eyed Golden Monkey dug several large pits and buried them underground.Of course, the place where these corpses were buried was far, far away from the three graves. Fang Jianming and the Fire-Eyed Golden Monkey had been busy for a whole day before they could finish.

After worshiping the dead souls, Long Biyun put away her sorrow, put on a sword, and left Wuyi Mountain together with Fang Jianming, Bai Yiyi, Feng Feiyan, and Zeng Zhongli.This is the place where she had both joy and sorrow. In the future, she may not come again, even if she does come again, she will bring incense candles and paper money to pay homage to the elders and sisters in Xuanzhong.

In late autumn, the sun is faint, and the autumn wind blows slowly, carrying a fragrance of flowers.Weeping willows are lingering, the lake is full of sparkling water, and tourists are like weaving.This is a portrayal of a day in Hangzhou West Lake.

A rustic-looking man in an old robe was walking along the lake embankment, watching and moving forward.Behind him, followed by a big monkey with red eyes.When pedestrians see them, they will always pay more attention to them.It is said that this man is a monkey performer, but he does not look like it. It is said that he is a rich man who goes out for a walk with his pet, but he is not.In short, in the eyes of many people, this man is too ordinary, as ordinary as a street performer.

The prosperity of Hangzhou seems to be like this every year.Although many people leave here every year, there are also many people who come here. The only thing that remains the same is the excitement and the fame and fortune that no one can escape.

A drunk man, holding a jug of wine in his hand, jolted and hummed, and walked towards him.The man raised his eyes and saw it, and couldn't help frowning. Although he is also fond of wine, he thinks that wine should not be drunk, especially if he drinks like crazy and takes advantage of wine.Drinking too much wine can help sex, but promiscuous sex is very hateful.

However, when the man saw the appearance of the drunk, his face was slightly startled. After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have remembered who the drunk was.

"It turned out to be him. I haven't seen him for a few years. How did he become like this?" The man thought in his heart.

(End of this chapter)