Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　"The slave is here!"

　　"Go to Jinyiwei and tell them that if they can't perform their duties, take off this flying fish suit as soon as possible!"

　　"Yes!"

　　The voice faded, and the surroundings fell into silence again.

　　Emperor Ming turned around, stepped out a few steps, and disappeared in place.

　　A small building in the mountains, made of bamboo.

　　Outside the door, a middle-aged man dressed as a farmer was sitting on a wooden pier, chopping wood and bamboo.

　　The dull voice resounded rhythmically in the empty and quiet bamboo forest.

　　It was loud, almost completely obscuring the inconspicuous footsteps.

　　But he still noticed someone coming.

　　The man was wearing a golden dragon robe, and his power was natural, like the blazing sun of the nine heavens. It was hard not to notice.

　　He frowned slightly, and said with a little disgust: "You don't stay in the palace, why are you running to me all day?"

　　The man in the dragon robe didn't mind at all, and even showed a smile on his face.

　　This smile is very simple, without the slightest excess emotion.

　　But it seemed so rare.

　　Sitting in that position for a long time, even if you move your brows, it will be interpreted as countless meanings.

　　It's almost impossible to simply laugh like this.

　　He moved another wooden stake without image, sat on it, and said, "You are much more comfortable here than in the palace."

　　The middle-aged farmer chuckled and scolded: "Don't do this, you must have something to do when you come here!"

　　The man didn't care, he lowered his head and smiled.

　　He didn't intend to hide anything in front of this person.

　　Even if you want to hide it, you probably won't be able to hide it.

(cgdg) This is the truth that has been obtained through countless practices, and he is convinced.

　　So he took a deep breath, looked at each other, and said, "They still met!"

　　The expression on the farmer's face did not change at all when he heard this.

　　"Did you remind him?"

　　"Although Jin Yiwei doesn't have enough control over the rivers and lakes, it's okay to send a letter. He should have known it long ago."

　　The farmer nodded and said, "Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, but walking in the direction of the tiger mountains is either a fool or a fearless person!"

　　He added: "You should know him better than me, so what are you worried about?"

　　Hearing the words, the man pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I may not know him better than you... In fact, I have never seen through him!"

　　The farmer was silent for a while, and then said: "This is not a bad thing. If you are worried, you can send someone to keep an eye on it."

　　The man shook his head, and then said again: "He has never let me down, and he certainly won't this time."

　　"What I'm worried about is... on the Zhongyu side!"

　　Hearing these words, the farmer narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded with a smile, and said, "That kind of guy, who bites the meat and doesn't want to let go, really needs to be careful."

　　The man said: "Then please!"

　　"Do not worry!"

　　……

　　The sharp edge is in all directions.

　　Omnipresent, invincible.

　　How fast the golden tide comes, how fast will be annihilated.

　　Zhu Hao held the sword and stepped on the void.

　　There are no clouds in the sky, and it has long been dispersed.

　　The sword energy in front of him is still vertical and horizontal, but it will soon dissipate.

　　Shenxiu was still standing there.

　　The monk's robe was still spotless, cleaner than this cloudless sky.

　　There was no blood around.

　　He clearly wasn't hurt, but he couldn't help frowning.

　　"The donor... how did you do it?"

　　What he asked was naturally Zhu Hao's escape from the previous predicament.

　　Zhu Hao said indifferently: "I used the same method twice for me... Monk, do you know that this method can easily kill people."

　　On the rivers and lakes, two people with almost the same strength duel, and few people will put their unique skills on the bright side from the beginning.

　　Because no matter what kind of move, as long as it is displayed, there will be a way to crack it.

　　Even if the probability is very low, the terrible things often won't make sense with you.

　　This move just now is naturally not Shenxiu's unique move.

　　But the truth is universal.

　　Shenxiu also admitted this, and there was nothing he could do if he didn't admit it.

　　Just now, he almost lost his life because of this mistake.

　　But that doesn't mean he understands.

　　He knows too well what his means are capable of.

　　When we first met, it was just a look, but all that just now was his deliberate calculation.

　　How can the two speak the same thing? .

Chapter 110

　　The wind is still moving.

　　The sun is no longer warm, and sword intent spreads out.

　　Zhu Hao's sword was still in his hand.

　　But it seems that there are countless sharp blades against Shenxiu's body.

　　Shenxiu restrained his mind.

　　Facing Zhu Hao's sword, even he did not dare to be careless-.

　　In this world, no one should be able to do it under Zhu Hao's sword - so calm and calm.

　　Whoosh!

　　The sword chant suddenly sounded, and layers of ripples appeared in the air.

　　At first glance it looks like a phantom.

　　Countless transparent flowers bloom in the ripples, more and more, farther and farther.

　　Gradually spread all over the sky.

　　It was beautiful, but Shen Xiu's brows furrowed.

　　He could feel what kind of sharpness was hidden in these things that had no sharpness on the surface.

　　He tapped the void with his toes and quickly retreated.

　　But it was too late, because those "flowers" had already surrounded him tightly.

　　Pieces of petals fell off, as if being blown by the wind in the sky, slowly falling towards him.

　　choke -- swell --

　　The sound of tearing, cutting, and breaking continued to sound.

　　Ripples around him continued.

　　Especially on the white monk's robe, sparks even began to appear.

　　That is the movement generated by the friction between the sword energy and the golden light of its protective body.

　　Shenxiu stretched out her palm, and a string of beads on her wrist slowly fell off, emitting a golden light.

　　The golden Buddha light transformed like a tide, covering the surroundings.

　　The beads gradually expanded, each with the size of a human head, surrounding Shenxiu in the center.

　　clang!clang! ...

　　The ripples are getting denser and denser, and the sound of gold and iron symphony is one after another.

　　The Buddha beads continued to vibrate, emitting more and more golden Buddha light outward, turning into an upside-down giant bowl, firmly protecting Shenxiu inside.

　　Zhu Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on the Buddha beads.

　　"Buddha?"

　　It is rumored that Buddhist monks have carried some personal items for a long time, listening to chanting scriptures all the year round and bathing in the Buddha's light, they will be contaminated with Buddha-nature.

　　Over time, psychic, manifested extraordinary.

　　Cooperating with Buddhist supernatural powers, it complements each other, just like a magic weapon.

　　Especially things like Buddhist beads are born with Zen, and they have unpredictable power.

　　"The donor is very knowledgeable!"

　　Shenxiu flicked his fingers, and the beads scattered, turning into twenty-four golden streamers and falling towards Zhu Hao.