Chapter 238: The kid

Li Fansong said in surprise: "What is this!"
Xie Xuan turned his head slightly with a solemn expression: "So this is the last form of the killing sword."
Li Fansong turned his head and asked, "Will he die?"
Xie Xuan shook his head: "No, Lei Bang has been cultivated into the Karma Fire Realm. In terms of strong internal strength, it is only a little inferior to the Buddha's King Kong.
After the loud noise, flesh and blood splashed. The thirty assassins who swarmed up were immediately blown out. Some died at the time, and some even couldn't move after falling to the ground even though they were still alive. After the smoke dissipated, one person landed steadily. His clothes had been blown to pieces, revealing the knotted muscles. He was panting heavily, but there was no sword in his hand.
Thunder Boom, one person with one sword, kill 30 spider shadows!
While everyone was still shocked by this, Xie Xuan suddenly shouted, "Stop him!"
Suddenly a black shadow swept straight over.
puppet!
He is not dead!
Lei Hong wanted to lift a step, but the pain in his whole body made him not move half a minute at all.
Feixuan wanted to stimulate the dragon's power, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
Only Li Fansong was able to move. He raised his last breath, leaped forward, and took out his sword. Stopping the puppet's first sword, he was knocked out in the next instant.
Only one sword was stopped, but it was just enough.
Because at the time of the thunder and thunder, a white figure appeared in the distance.
That figure walked quickly, and ancient books once said that the immortal walked in the wind, and that was probably nothing more. At the moment Li Fansong stopped the sword, the white figure had already passed Xie Xuan's side.
Xie Xuanchang breathed a sigh of relief, and understood all this, it was finally over.
The puppet stabbed the second sword, but it was blocked.
What blocked him was a bell, a huge bell. How could a bell appear in a mountainous land for no reason?
Prajna Heart Clock.
The unintentional hands clasped together in a white clothed wagging, transported the prajna heart clock, and easily blocked the puppet's second sword.
"Why is it that every time the little monk comes out, he saves people in such a crisis?"
"Perhaps this is the fate of the legend. The little monk is destined to be the Buddha's coming, radiant existence. The little monk does not want to be the Buddha, but the Buddha wants to be me."
Li Fansong was shocked. What was shocked was that there was such a shameless monk in the world. It was not enough to compare himself with the Buddha, and he had to demote him under himself.
Fei Xuan was also shocked. What was shocked was that although this monk spoke arrogantly, his Buddhism instinct was the purest he had ever seen. He practiced the Taoist True Fa, and naturally couldn't help but compare with it. What you can see is the gap between the ditches and Long Qiu.
Xie Xuan laughed. He and the monk had healed the bleak for several days, and naturally understood the monk's arrogant and narcissistic character.
The puppet was only angry. He scolded, "Who are you."
"You are easily angry, and your murderous aura is also very heavy. But this shows that your heart is very weak. Only when a person's heart is weak will he appear so vicious on the outside." Wuxin sighed softly, Long Sleeve One Wave, "Go away."
The long sword in the puppet's hand broke every inch, but he did not retreat. He withdrew back, raised his leg, and his toes showed a cold light.
However, Wuxin grabbed it and said helplessly: "Buddhism has clouds, three poisons, greed, hatred, and ignorance. The hatred is in suffering, suffering, and hatred as sex. There is no obstacle to anger, insecurity, and evil. What you depend on is a karma." He sank his hand and pressed the puppet's legs down, and the puppet felt his body stand up uncontrollably again. Wuxin immediately strangled the puppet’s throat and smiled slightly, "Could this be the feeling of strangling the throat of destiny?" (I watched the TV series of "Fighter of the Destiny" yesterday, and couldn't help but vomit this silently. Lines like shit.)
The puppet stared in anger, but couldn't say a word.
"Do you really want to talk?" Wuxin looked at him interestingly.
The puppet gritted his teeth, his eyes seemed to be bleeding.
"I won't let you say." Wuxin shrugged.
Seeing that the puppet was about to be strangled to death by Wuxin, Wuxin finally let go of his hand and slammed him out. He smiled and looked up at the sky: "Today's moon is really good."
Xie Xuan nodded: "It is indeed good."
Li Fansong and Feixuan looked at each other, but they were shocked. Tonight should have been the first quarter moon, but there was a full moon hanging in the sky.
It's the lonely array again.
People from Dark River Mu's family also came.
Wuxin suddenly stretched out a finger and slowly said, "Six roots are pure!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the sky, like the sound of an egg shell breaking.
Then a dark shadow flashed in the sky.
The round moon, which was round and bright like a silver plate, had already turned into a quarter moon. I turned my head and looked around and found that the spider shadow's corpse had been reduced by half, and the puppet lying there was gone .
"Is it worth spending such a big battle to save those few wastes?" Wuxin shrugged, turned around, and smiled at Xie Xuan slightly, "Senior hasn't seen him for a long time."
Li Fansong walked back holding the sword, looking at this elegant monk in a white robe, and asked, "Who are you?"
"Little monk Wuxin." Wuxin smiled at him, "Your sword skills are good."
Li Fansong was a little embarrassed and shook his head: "Your martial arts are more powerful."
Wuxin shook his head: "Should be much more powerful, right?"
Li Fansong thought that the monk did not understand the word self-effacement at all, but the facts were in front of him and he had no face to argue.
But the unintentional monk continued to speak for himself: "After all, I am the head of the school."
Li Fansong was shocked steadily again, and Feixuan couldn't help asking, "Which school?"
"Tian Wai Tian." Wuxin answered calmly.
"Tianwaitian?" Feixuan was puzzled, "Which temple is this?"
Li Fansong suddenly reacted, and immediately pulled Feixuan behind him, and tightly held the Zui Ge Sword: "It's the Demon Sect!"
Wuxin raised his eyebrows: "What demon sect? These are the nicknames you took back then!"
The Lei Boom, who had been standing there for a long time, finally finished adjusting his breath, and reluctantly walked over step by step: "You are Ye Dingzhi's son?"
"Exactly, this should be Senior Lei Hong? The little monk and Ling Tu Lei Wujie are friends." Wuxin bowed his head.
"Friend?" Lei Hong asked back.
Unintentionally raised his head, his eyes were clear, and his voice was firm: "Life and death!"
Lei Hong asked again: "So you are here to help us on this trip? Even if you and Lei Wujie are friends of life and death, there is no need to take such a big risk to save his master."
"The little monk is not here to save seniors, that's just by the way." Wuxin said respectfully, "the little monk is here to find someone."
Lei raised his eyebrows: "Who?"
Wuxin gently stretched out his right hand, pointed at Li Hanyi who was sitting in front of Xie Xuan, and said, "She."