At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 237: Besieging Monk Du Xin
"boom"

Shen Pei had a cold expression on his face. He used his hands as knives and in an instant, he slashed out hundreds of times, each of which was aimed at the old monk's vital points.

But the sword energy couldn't even cut through the white monk's robe.

"I come."

The one-armed old man holding a big knife in one hand, rushed out together with seven or eight knife slaves in the knife sharpening hall. For a moment, Guanyu Lake was extremely lively, with knife energy running rampant and sword energy flying everywhere.

The old monk allowed himself to be besieged by many masters in the mansion. He neither fought back nor moved. He just stood in the middle of the lake.

The flashes of swords and sabers hit his body, but his monk's robe was not damaged. He did not dodge or evade the force of fists and palms that came towards him.

"Rumble"

"Rumble"

Thunder-like explosions echoed in Shuiyun Mountain for a long time, and the snow rose rapidly.

Qingyao summoned heavy snow and slashed out with sword energy, but the old monk's Vajra body was like stubborn iron.

The cold frost sword in her hand, which was so powerful that it could cut hair, slashed at him, but instead of hurting him, it caused pain in her own palm and wrist.

After slashing dozens of times with the sword, she was exhausted and panting, so she withdrew and returned to the pavilion by the lake. She opened her red lips and said helplessly: "I can't beat him. This old monk is like a turtle shell. I can't cut him at all."

She put away the Frost Sword and slumped down on the steps. Although it was snowing heavily and the wind was howling, sweat was pouring down her forehead and her white skirt was soaked with sweat. Her head was also sweating and white hot air was constantly emitting from her head.

"Go and wash yourself quickly, or you'll catch a cold later."

Miaoyu and Ningxi came over and said lovingly, "How can you hurt the great Vajra physique that has saved your heart and made great achievements?"

"Hehe, I haven't been active for a long time, so I'm itching to do it."

She winked at Jin and trotted off to her room.

"You are here too."

Xiao Han looked at the two girls and grinned: "Yu'er, are you interested?"

"Not interested in."

Miaoyu shook her head.

"I don't want to make myself look boring."

"The Xin Chan Sect is a major Buddhist sect with a profound heritage, and Master Du Xin has been famous for a long time. He is considered to be a figure of the same generation as the old Sword God."

Ning Xi said softly, "My husband, do you know about the famous battle of this Master Du Xin?"

"Madam, please tell me about it."

He was curious.

"Jiu Zi years ago, the old sword god went to Xin Chan Sect to ask for a sword, but it was Master Du Xin who took several sword strikes from the old sword god without any damage. Since then, he has become famous in one battle."

Ning Xi explained.

After being married for a long time, the princess' figure has become more and more plump, and there is a hint of nobility and majesty between her brows.

"interesting."

Xiao Han reached out, held her waist, and held her on his lap. Ning Xi blushed slightly and whispered, "Husband, don't do anything reckless."

"Cough cough."

"Don't mess around, don't mess around."

"Tell me, why did Du Xin come to the Marquis' Mansion?"

"It's probably because of the Buddhist masters imprisoned in the dungeon."

She said softly, "However, this old monk doesn't know that he is going to make a wasted trip."

"Madam is becoming more and more like the lady of a marquisate."

he sighed.

"That's not."

Miaoyu beside her smiled and said, "In the past year or so, Sister Ning Xi has not only managed the mansion in an orderly manner, but also added many industries, bringing in a lot of money for the mansion."

"Sisters in our courtyard have all benefited greatly from this."

"elder sister."

The girl broke free from his embrace, grabbed Miaoyu's arm, and said coquettishly: "That's all because of Sister Yu'er's help."

The pavilion and the entire Guanyu Lake were surrounded by the guards of the mansion, with bows and crossbows strung and swords unsheathed, but they did not alarm the garrison at the foot of the mountain.

"Master Hou."

Miyano came over with Tiger Chi.

His eyes fell on Du Xin, "Is he the one who broke into the Marquis's mansion?"

In Guanyu Lake, the old monk with white eyebrows remained motionless in the face of the siege of more than ten masters from Xiliang Hou Mansion.

Even if Dayue'er and Xueying, the two great masters of the Celestial Realm, tried their best, they could not break the defense of his Vajra Body.

"The Buddha's Vajra Realm is well-deserved of its reputation." Miaoyu and Ning Xi stared at Duxin, with a hint of admiration in their tone.

"Even Dayue'er's extremely powerful Tiangang sword energy can't cut through it."

"He is indeed thick-skinned."

Miyano grinned: "My Lord, I feel a little itchy."

He cultivated his Vajra Indestructible Divine Art to perfection, and also pushed his body into the Great Vajra Realm. He also absorbed and refined a Buddha bone relic, thus setting foot in the immortal realm on land.

He possesses the Vajra Indestructible Magical Skill, the Power Absorbing Technique, and countless other unique skills. Even if you include those old monsters, Miyano's strength is still qualified to be ranked among the top ten in the world.

"It's none of your business today."

Xiao Han shook his head.

Miyano smacked his lips twice, looking resentful.

Half an hour passed.

Watching the rain on the lake.

The war is not over yet.

The waves were surging, the wind and snow were roaring, and more than a dozen masters were still besieging Du Xin of the Xin Zen Sect.

Two hours passed.

Three hours passed.

Four hours passed.

The siege lasted from morning to evening, and the Xilianghou masters who finally participated in the siege had exhausted their internal energy and were gasping for breath.

"No fight, no fight."

The one-armed old man landed on the ground, threw the broken knife in his hand to the ground, and shook his head like a rattle.

The dry knife in his hand could not last more than a few moves before it was shattered by the old monk's Vajra physique.

He replaced dozens of long swords in a row.

"This old monk is too tough."

The one-armed old man gasped for air, "What kind of Vajra Realm is this? It's too abnormal."

"I won't fight either."

After the one-armed old man admitted his defeat, the knife slaves in the Knife Sharpening Hall also retreated one after another, their faces flushed and their wrists numb.

You have to know that they are all martial arts masters with powerful cultivation. When faced with Du Xin who would beat and scold them at will, not only could they not break his defense, but their wrists were also cracked by the shock.

"do not fight."

"The old bald donkey's tortoise shell is too hard."

When Shen Pei landed, he, who had always been taciturn, suddenly started cursing.

"I won't fight either."

Not interesting. "

"Really boring."

Xueying's face was gloomy. He sheathed the ancient sword and slashed his sword energy at the old monk, but the sword was either bounced away or shattered.

A moment later, Dayueer mobilized the cultivation of the twelve cities, causing snow to fly all over the sky, transforming it into a hundred-foot sword energy, which finally only left a hole in the monk's robe of Monk Duxin.

Dayueer also gave up.

Holding the lyre in her arms, she retreated to the shore. Her pretty face was pale and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. It was obvious that she had consumed too much internal energy.

There was a deep fear in her eyes.

The dusk was dim and the sky was covered with dark clouds.

The old monk stood up, clasped his hands together, his monk robe spotless, and bowed slightly.

"Amitabha, I wonder if the Marquis is willing to see this old monk."

Du Xin spoke.

"come on."

Beside the lake, in the pavilion, Xiao Han put his hands behind his back and nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis."

The old monk raised his legs, stepped on the waves and headed straight for the pavilion.

"Prepare."

Huang San has mobilized hundreds of elite guards to surround the pavilion in three layers.

Bows and crossbows were strung, and with a command, thousands of arrows were fired. The dense arrows tore through the wind and snow, drowning the white-browed old monk.

(End of this chapter)