Starting with Xiao Li Feidao

Chapter 406 God's Will
Slashing with a sword, all kinds of phenomena come into being, and a stream of meaning is also contained in this sword.

Or life, or death, or stagnation, or burst, or perfect, or incomplete.

The sword light is vast, the mountains and rivers are turbulent, and there is only this sword in the sky and the world.

This sword contains too much, and Xia Yunmo's understanding of swordsmanship so far is almost all contained in it.

The sword light is bright and dazzling.Everyone held their breath, feeling insignificant in front of this sword.

Suddenly, behind Xia Yunmo, there seemed to be a golden-armored god holding a long sword. With a single strike of the sword, he wanted to split the entire night and return it to the blue sky and white day.

Ding Chunqiu stood straight, motionless, the sword energy directly hit his face, making his beard and hair fly.

He couldn't even move a finger, as if he had been immobilized.Only a pair of eyes, still blooming brilliant light.

In Ding Chunqiu's eyes, there is sudden enlightenment, obscurity and confusion, and there is a hint of relief in the faint.

"Swordsmanship is mysterious and mysterious, not just as simple as speed."

Ding Chunqiu is not a devout seeker like Ximen Chuixue and the man in white in Donghai. In his opinion, the sword is just a weapon, a weapon to kill people.

And those cumbersome sword techniques are nothing but tricks to deceive people.

The sword only needs to be "fast" to gallop across the world.

Lightning and flint, fast and fast.Extreme speed, that is his understanding of kendo.

If the sword cannot defeat the opponent, it can only prove that it is not fast enough.

Today, in Xia Yunmo's sword, he has just realized that the way of the sword is so vast and contains everything, which is far from being explained clearly by a superficial word "fast".

Under this sword, all the previous confusions suddenly became clear, and his thoughts were like lightning sparks. He wanted to leave the sword and use the newly understood swordsmanship, but he couldn't move.

Do not!
His heart suddenly roared, everyone has a different understanding of swordsmanship, and my swordsmanship only needs enough speed.

I'm not fast enough to lose.

The belief accumulated over decades collided with the feeling of seeing Xia Yunmo's sword, and neither of them accepted the other.

However, before he could think any further, a blood hole appeared on his forehead, and blood gushed out.

Ding Chunqiu could move again, he wiped the blood from his forehead, staggered a few steps back, his consciousness began to blur.

But those disciples retreated like a plague, and no one helped him, as if this was not their master, but a dying beast.

Ding Chunqiu suddenly recalled his life, although it is not legendary, it was full of ups and downs.Then he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

This master master who disturbed the wind and rain in the rivers and lakes died under his own sword after all.

As for the understanding of the sword, no one knew his final thoughts.

Xia Yunmo put away his sword. The mighty sword from before can be transformed into thousands of illusions. Any warrior only needs to comprehend one of them, and he is enough to rule the world and be proud of the world.

What's more, Xia Yunmo has collected several sword techniques and a body, each of which has reached the pinnacle of perfection.

However, Xia Yunmo was still not satisfied, he sighed a long time: "It's too complicated."

His sword skills are too complicated, many of them are other people's sword skills, which are not in line with his own way.

There was no problem in the early stage, but with the arrival of the moment of promotion to the Heavenly Human Realm, I feel that it will become a shortcoming for the future path.

"It seems that when the time comes, not only will the four major cultivation systems be unified, but even the swordsmanship will have to be reworked to create their own swordsmanship."

Xia Yunmo secretly made up his mind, and then raised his head to look at the Xingxiu Sect people in front of him.

He didn't intend to kill, but these guys backed away unconsciously. Even though they felt that there were thousands of people behind them, they didn't feel safe.

Ding Chunqiu's Xingxiu sect has three thousand disciples, but this time they did not bring all of them, only a thousand or so are here.

But all of these more than a thousand people are martial arts practitioners, so after seeing Xia Yunmo's methods, they didn't dare to be careless.

Of course, the more important point is that this group of people are all united because of the old fairy Xingxiu.

Otherwise, the gathering of thousands of martial arts disciples would be quite a force.

Some Xingxiu disciples rolled their eyes, thinking whether to run away immediately, or pay homage to the mysterious man in front of them in exchange for their lives.

Xia Yunmo smiled slightly, and said loudly: "This is a pure place of Buddhism, it is not suitable to kill."

Everyone felt slightly relieved when they heard this sentence, but suddenly they saw the mysterious man shoot the sky with one hand, and even sucked a huge boulder several feet high into the air not far away.

"However, as far as I know, none of you are good people. You followed Ding Chunqiu to be a tiger's minion, burning, killing, looting, and doing all kinds of evil. I will also give you a chance. When the boulder is broken and the debris is flying, whether you can escape your life or not?" It depends on your own destiny, it depends on God's will."

After all, the boulder in the air trembled, and then cracks appeared, which quickly disintegrated into small pieces.

"Be careful."

As the words fell, the boulder fragments in the air poured down towards many disciples of the Xingxiu Sect below.The largest of these stone chips is about the size of a fist, and the smallest ones are about the size of soybeans.

In normal times, not many people would care about this gravel, but at this moment it has become a death talisman.The debris fell like a meteor, carrying a terrifying force and setting off gusts of wind, making everyone below terrified.

The next moment, there were bursts of screams.

The boulders turned into too many debris, although they are small, they are full of terrifying power, and the speed is as fast as lightning.But this group of Xingxiu Sect disciples were all lined up, standing together densely, and it was very difficult to hide at this time.

Bang bang bang!

The stone chips hit the disciples of the Xingxiu School extremely fast.Some disciples had their arms pierced before they could react in time.Shoulders, neck, even forehead.

Some disciples who reacted quickly and had been prepared for a long time took up the weapons in their hands to resist, but there was a "dang", and the weapons in their hands were broken, but the stone chips continued to shoot forward without any hindrance.

After a while, there were no more stone chips in the air.

But the bloody smell in the whole Shaolin Temple became more and more intense.The abbot looked at it, clasped his hands together, and said: "Amitabha."

In the presence, there was an endless stream of wailing and screaming.

The stone chips that came forward poured out, and the power carried on them was definitely not something these disciples could contend with.And there were so many stone chips that almost every disciple was taken care of.

If he was hit on the hands and feet, there would inevitably be a blood hole, and the blood would flow out. Even if he recovered from the injury in the future, he might have sequelae in his hands and feet.

These are still good, some were hit on the forehead, heart, throat and other key parts, and they were killed on the spot.He looked hideous before he died, but no matter what, he never expected to be crushed to death by a stone.

Of course, there were also one or two lucky people among the crowd who stood there, motionless, unscathed.He was standing there in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize, he danced and danced, so unhappy, and waited until the rest of the people looked at him with resentful eyes, then quickly pretended to be hit on the buttocks, lay on the ground, howling in pain.

After this blow, Xia Yunmo did not attack again.

He looked at the group of people again, and said: "Who of you know where Ding Chunqiu's books are?"

Ding Chunqiu collected many martial arts cheats along the way, which happened to save Xia Yunmo a lot of trouble.

"World... World Honored One, I know."

A figure came out more and more, but it was a woman, with a slim body wrapped in a purple shirt, with a delicate face, a pair of eyes that were extremely agile, and a slightly obsequious smile on her face, but it was not disgusting.

Except for walking with a limp, the rest makes people unable to jump out of discomfort.

The woman didn't know Xia Yunmo's name, and she didn't dare to flatter her. She used the honorific title given to Xia Yunmo by the monk earlier.

Xia Yunmo stared slightly and said, "You are... Ah Zi?" The five elite disciples under Ding Chunqiu's command had all reported their names earlier, but Xia Yunmo had some impressions.

AhZi's heart skipped a beat and said, "It's exactly AhZi."

Xia Yunmo nodded and said, "In that case, you can follow me for now."

A'Zi hurriedly cupped her hands and said, "Yes, World Honored One." After finishing speaking, she obediently stood behind Xia Yunmo, looked directly at the Xingxiu Sect disciple opposite, and looked at her for granted, as if she was originally with Xia Yunmo. Yun Mo is in the same group.

Some other disciples secretly called it a pity, but they didn't dare to say more.

Xia Yunmo took a long breath, and said loudly: "I mean what I say, you are not dead, it's your fate, I won't do anything again."

His voice was so loud that everyone could hear him clearly: "However, you have to remember that this fate is given by God. In the future, remember to be worthy of God and your own conscience."

"Move away all the corpses of your companions, and clean up the blood, and stop doing evil things."

Xia Yunmo's voice contained some power of faith, which was enough to change the souls of these people.Maybe they can't be good people, but it's not too bad to think about it.

The survivors kowtowed and praised the World Honored One as if they had been pardoned, and then carried the body down the mountain.

The monk of Shaolin Temple looked at Xia Yunmo and bowed, as if he was no longer a human being, but used justice as a weapon to cleanse the evil Arhat Buddha in the world.While using thunderous methods, he did not forget to leave a glimmer of life behind, giving both grace and power.

Even Ah Zi, after hearing Xia Yunmo's words, stared at Xia Yunmo with admiration.Naturally, there is a bit of flattery and hypocrisy in this.But most of them are sincerely convinced. They just feel that the person in front of them is a little taller than Mount Tai.

Xia Yunmo smiled and said: "I'm not a good person either. Killing people is worthless, and I bleed to the oars, but I don't know who would dare to take the head of such a good man?"

For him, the definition of good and evil has always been vague, and everything goes according to his wishes.

(End of this chapter)