Chapter 59 Publicshu

Wooden shoes, the sword clan listened to the sound of wooden shoes stepping on the ground, and there was a convulsion in their hearts. The people of Zen are all penance. No matter the severe winter and heat, they wear wooden shoes all year round, and the little bald donkey they just met outside the Zen gate is indeed rustling, typical cotton shoes.

"So Shaoxia is here, I don't know what's going on?" The sound of Mulu has reached the swordsman.

The swordsman stared at the wooden shoes on the ground. After a while, he saluted calmly: "Good morning, superiors."

"In another hour, we will have to take action. Please go back to practice for the time being." After saying that, the bald man stepped on the rattling wooden tracks and walked to the depths of the alley. Fortunately, the alley in the courtyard of Zen Gate was full of twists and turns, and the bald donkey quickly disappeared into the depths of the alley.

The swordsman did not think about it, turned the wall, and looked straight at the room not far away. There was no light in the room, and the swordsmen who felt ominous before felt strange everywhere in the courtyard. The swordsman kicked his feet, and his body shot out into a window like an arrow away from the string.

The sword clan broke through the window and entered. At the same time, the cold ice blade was raised in front of his chest, and his eyes in the dark were very alert. It was dark in front of the eyes, and faintly, the swordsman could hardly see anything. The swordsman touched a wall and walked against the wall, groping under the window. The swordsman grabbed the edge of the window with one hand and stepped on the ground with a little strong wind. In the deep later hours (a calculation method of time in the subcontinent), a dull sound sounded stepping on the ground in the room of the superior.

After the sound, the swordsman only had time to wait, waiting for the arrival of the defeated superiors. Of course, they were also ready to escape at any time, otherwise they would not have groped to the door.

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The night is silent. The sword clan is a vague cup of tea. I haven't seen any other bald donkeys, nor do I see any movement of the superiors. Is it that the superiors of the public defeat have not woken up? The sword clan denies their ideas in the next breath. As a master of the nine-level realm of Shuntian in martial arts, the sword clan can be sure that they can lose to the superiors. I can sleep so much.

Excluding such speculation, the swordsman immediately thought of another possibility that the loser was not in this room. Thinking of this, the sword clan called softly: "The junior Soege sword clan met the loser." After saying that, the swordsman rolled to the ground, lurked to the table, and patted his flaming palms.

This is the only fire attribute skill that the sword clan can know. To run this skill, you need to temporarily release part of the suppressed fire attribute meridians. Fortunately, it is short-live, so it doesn't hurt. If you use it for a long time, you can say goodbye to others.

A fire erupted from the right palm of the sword clan, and a brief light shrouded the room. In this short time, the sword clan looked at everything around them. There was no human figure in the room, and a pile of quilts were messy and casual, which made the sword clan more anxious. You should know that those asceticians of Zenmen live more bitterly and strictly than those so-called soldiers on the earth, which is the origin of the many saints in Zen sect.

** Naturally, the bookshelf on one side was actually removed to reveal a dark hole. As soon as the swordsman's right palm was closed, a rise and fall flew to the edge of the door, and the endless stairs in the dark hole walked to the distant and deep underground. The swordsman hesitated for a moment and walked down against the wall.

When the swordsman could not get down many steps, the swordsman faintly saw a little light in front of them. At this time, the sword clan did not dare to be careless at all. While holding his breath, he also calmed down his heartbeat. The faint firelight in front of him was only the size of a firefly, and the swordsman stopped breathing and looked inside.

What fell into front of the sword clan was a secluded path, and the faint fire light shone from the depths of the tunnel's secluded path. The sword clan stared at the front with vigilance, and the steps under their feet were naturally moving slowly. The sword clan carefully looked at the secluded path in front of them, and now they could not see any danger at the opposite turning point.

At the same time, the swordsman did not see any place to hide in the secluded path in front of them. Once they exposed their traces, the swordsmen could be sure that they were really likely to be found. The psychological pressure of the sword clan walking against the wall can be imagined. After walking more than a dozen arms away, the sword clan saw a strong candlelight coming out of the corner. The sword clan did not dare to come out, and the aisle was very small. This kind of place was really not suitable for fighting. So it's better to be careful.

Gently took a few steps forward, and the sword clan saw a long dark shadow. Judging from the dark shadow of the head, the sword clan is undoubtedly a bald head. The sword clan looked at the bald head projected on the ground. The sword clan was speechless for a moment. Seeing the bald head means that it must be a person of Zen Buddhism.

The sword clan was not stupid enough to immediately go out to talk to the person in the tunnel pavilion. This extremely stupid X behavior is estimated to be done by people like Dugu picking flowers. The sword clan thought about this, and Dugu picking flowers, who was still sleeping soundly in the Zen Pavilion in the distance, sneezed in the tryst.

At this time, when the swordsman was pondering their own thoughts, they only heard a deep and hoarse voice in the tunnel pavilion.

"Xuanhun chases jade, Xuanhun chases jade. How many martial arts masters have you attracted for me? Although those swordsmen and saints hold their own identities, those so-called door masters and masters are also trapped on the Butterfly Phoenix Mountain. At this point, a ferocious smile was heard, and the ferocious smile could not hide the boundless murderous atmosphere.

"With the grievances of those so-called masters, you will become stronger, won't you? The mysterious soul chases the jade, and the supreme treasure appears once in a thousand years.

Feeling the sound in the cabinet, the swordsman was speechless in the dark. How could the monk's words feel so cabbage, but the swordsman thought about it and was no different from the wooden chicken, because the sound heard by the swordsman was,,,,,,,,

The defeated man stood under the candlelight and carefully stroked the broken piece of the mysterious soul chasing jade in his hand. The sword clan stood outside. Although he could not see the situation inside, the sword clan did hear the sound of spitting.

The sword clan didn't say anything. They thought about it and breathed gently. After all, after holding their breath for so long, the sword clan is not a fairy. Naturally, they need to breathe.

"Who." The public lost, put the Xuanhun Chasing Jade into his sleeve, turned around and looked at the door, and shouted in a low voice.

A white shadow came out of the corner, dressed in white, and the clothes were very beautiful. The face of the loser looks like a handsome face, which looks like a beautiful man in the world: "Soge Sword Clan? It's you." The loser looked at the man in white in front of him in surprise.

The swordsman nodded decisively: "The younger generation has met the superiors"

The loser raised his eyes slightly, and his deep eyes were like a sharp sword. He wanted to see clearly the Soge sword clan in front of him: "I don't know what to do here late at night."

"Shangren, you are hiding so deeply." The Swordsman laughed and immediately went to the next table to take a cup of tea and took a sip.

"Since the prince knows, is he ready to die without burial?" After saying that, a purple flame appeared in the palm of the prince, which was strange and gloomy.

The vigilance in the heart of the sword clan has been doubled again. With 18 years of book experience, the sword clan has only seen one kind, that is, the yin attribute. In this alien world, only the practitioners of the yin attribute meridian can produce such a strange and deeply withdrawn purple. At the same time, they also think of a long-standing Jianghu. Things.

The loser raised his arm, raised the purple flame in his hand, and his face fell into a ferocious face. In the eyes of the sword clan, he was like the blue-faced tusks of the orc. The swordsman shivered from the bottom of his heart, and the cold blade in his hand raised his chest: "There are rumors that the superior is a metal meridians, but I didn't expect that the yin meridians are now exposed. Is it true that the superiors too?"

The public lost superior nodded and praised: "Yes, I am a dual-attribute meridian practice, but,," the public loser said this, and his words paused slightly: "The person who knows this secret is dead." As soon as the voice of the loser fell, the purple fireworks in his hand shot out like a meteor.

Hearing the word "dead" sword clan did not hesitate to slap the ice blade, grabbed the ice blade with his left hand, and cut off the purple fireworks flying with the sword with its sheath. At the same time, the internal force generated by the water-attribute meridians was like an injection of heart-strength, which was injected into the ice blade by the sword clan, and the ice blade glowed white, facing the face. Hit the purple demon flame that flew fast.

With a muffled sound, the sword clan was hit by the purple flame and retreated two steps in a row. Just between the rapid retreat of the sword clan, the public lost superiors had been bullied over, and the right palm pushed straight. The dark purple true qi wrapped the right palm of the public defeated superior like dough.

The swordsman hurriedly under his soft waist, and the cold blade in his hand protected his chest. At the same time, his feet accelerated instantly. As for the speed, the sword clan himself did not know how much it was. His back was close to the ground, which was cold. The cold blade in the sword clan's hand practiced the sword with its sheath, and cut it head-on.

The loser turned over and avoided it, and his left hand slapped down violently. He didn't want the swordsman to carry up the waist force and twist it. The purple true air flew dangerously past the ears of the sword clan, leaving only a swordsman's sideburn.

The sword clan avoided the public's defeat, and the cold blade in his hand did not hesitate to cut a sword at the back of the superior. The white sword spirit broke out of the sword. The swordsman eagerly turned over several times in a row. At this time, the loser had turned around and stabilized his figure: "The cold-faced swordsman who has been popular in the world for a long time. It's really powerful."

"I'm overempt." The sword clan sneered and carried the ice true qi. At the same time, he let go of the cold ice blade of his right hand and carried the fire attribute meridians in the body. Under the deliberate intention of the sword clan, the hot fire attribute meridians were like volcanic recovery, and the hot true qi ran along the course of the skills in the body, like running magma, running in the meridians.