Chapter 733: Xie Dao's Legend of the Sword

Chapter 711: Xie Dao's Legend of the Sword
A wasteland far away from Shingon Sect, Baker Richardson sat in the field with his chest undulating, and there seemed to be thunder coming out with Tuna.
The tender green rice seedlings stood quietly in the dark, and the roots were infiltrated in the water.
Ripples suddenly formed on the water, and Baker Richardson opened his eyes and saw a man with a bald forehead and a braid on his back. He stood in the water as if on a flat ground.
Smiling at Baker Richardson, he nodded.
The whip ... he should be the Dole of the broken army ... the human body invaded the authority of the ancient demon ... the only wizard who has studied the law of devouring legacy ... In a sense, he was as stunning as Yaodao Wangchen.
Baker Richardson thought to himself, nodding in response.
He is a bit jealous of Dole, but he is not afraid. In terms of fighting, he has a strong self-confidence, whether he is the master or other extreme, he is not his opponent.
What President Baker lacks is the means to control the enemy. The dominator is too resistant to exercise his close ability.
But now with the grasshopper sword, his strength has changed qualitatively. It is no longer a meal that is as fierce as a tiger, with an actual record of 0.5.
Moreover, he also has the Superpowers Association as his backing, which is the basis for his struggle for fruit and the alliance with the ancient demon.
However, after killing the head of the Buddha, he broke completely with Baoze.
How to fight in the future, he already has a draft, but since the alliance has been formed, we must discuss it together.
After a while, a shadow came out of the sky and landed steadily, forming a triangle with Baker Richardson and Dole.
"He didn't go back in time." Qingshi looked at the direction of Shingon Sect.
Dole sneered: "Isn't this expected, don't start Plan B."
If Li Xianyu goes back in time, they will win. Unfortunately, there is nothing so beautiful in the world. No backtracking, no loss, at least killed the head of the Buddha and got the grasshopper sword.
After this incident, it was proved that Li Xianyu's retrospective of time was not invincible. Baker Richardson didn't have much feeling, but the young teacher and Dole who had been worried for a while were relieved and full of confidence.
"We can chase with victory." Baker Richardson, holding a grasshopper sword, had unprecedented confidence.
"Can't beat it." Dole shook his head.
"Well, it can't be beaten." Qingshi echoed: "Although you have a grasshopper sword, the Warriors of the Warriors and the Lord of the Pantheon can single out any one of us. Doleji is no longer the pinnacle of the Tao. , One injured by the sword of qi and one injured by the sword of grasshopper, there is not much power left. Can you win them alone? "
The two masters are battle-hardened and have battled with the Baoze camp more than once, knowing each other's fighting strength very well.
"However, when I recover, the three of us have a sword, and the odds are enough." The young teacher said arrogantly, "Kill the light pole, and catch Li Xianyu alive."
Baker Richardson said: "Will you follow me to the rice country or stay in China?"
"What are you going to do?" The two masters looked at him at the same time.
"After all, this is Baoze's territory. Baoze is so ironed, and jade burns. At all costs, can you say that you can win?" Richardson flicked his sword and screamed, "I manage this. The world's largest descent. "
...
At dawn, a helicopter landed at Lianghua Temple, and the propellers stirred the air, making a dull "click" sound.
Li Xianyu and Dan Chenzi carried the stretcher down, with the head of the Buddha lying on the stretcher and covered with white cloth.
Grandma and Li Peiyun then left the cabin, and the ice scum did not come.
Walking silently, no expression on his face, solemn.
Pushing open the door of the Buddha's head room, Li Xianyu carefully placed the old monk on the bed, and whispered, "Go and stop the color."
At this time, Ji Xie had not yet risen, and half an hour before the morning class.
Dan Chenzi knocked on the door of the jealous room. The handsome monk was wearing white pajamas, squinting, and staring at this person who shouldn't appear at the door.
"why you?"
Dan Chenzi glanced at him, looked away, and was afraid to look at him: "The Buddha's head is back."
Ji Se just showed joy, and suddenly felt wrong, why did Dan Chenzi come to inform him?
Look at this familiar young Taoist, his eyes are red, and there is a deep sadness in his look.
Ji Xing felt a little stunned, he nodded expressionlessly, crossed Dan Chenzi, and walked towards Master's Zen room.
Walking and walking, faster and faster, the pace is getting more and more rapid, and finally ran wild.
"Dang!"
He slammed the door open and stared at the bed, the old monk who had been sitting in a row in the past, and he was lying there.
It was an icy, soulless body.
Six in the morning.
The morning bell rang, sound after sound, sound after sound, seemingly endless.
Cries rang through Emei, and wailing came from the mountains.
...
In the early morning of the rising sun, the construction team of the Shangqing school began a busy day. After the ruins were cleaned up, it has now been rebuilt.
Because the buildings in the Taoist temple are usually two-story, or even one-story, the difficulty of construction is very low. You only need to build some steel frames to start building the house.
Qin Ze bathed in the golden morning glow, wearing a broken shirt, and came to the Shangqing School with a tired face.
He didn't reach the top of the mountain, paused for a moment on the mountainside, found the path, spit new leaves and lush bushes, and came to the yellow mud house.
"Senior, I am Qin Ze, CEO of Baoze Group."
He stood in front of the yard, loudly.
A few minutes later, the wooden door creaked open, and the old priest, holding a bamboo broom, came out with his shoulders.
Glancing at him: "I don't know."
"I brought you wine." He had already prepared a box-by-box of wines, distilled spirits, rice wine, rice wine, wine, whiskey, etc. from a wallet. They were various and expensive.
"I'm thinking about it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ I don't know the reputation of wine love, so let a leader of Baoze hear you." The old Taoist snorted, reluctantly Move away from a mountain of wine boxes.
"Dan Chenzi told me." Qin Ze said.
"I don't know your Excellency, what's the purpose of this visit?" The old Taoist beckoned, the box opened automatically, a bottle of rice wine started, and the lid was opened, smelled first, then sipped, and nodded with satisfaction.
Qin Ze also laughed.
"I also came here after some struggles. If I had to force it, I really don't want to beat the seniors."
The old priest sipped his wine.
"You don't know me, but the other you know me." Qin Ze said, "He also passed on the sword of my anger."
The old Taoist stayed.
"Forgetting the dust," Qin Ze said deeply, "Thank you for conveying the grace of the sword."
(End of this chapter)