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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tianlong Chapter 75: Killing Ding

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    Chapter 75 Killing Ding

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at him with a smile and made no move. Wang Yuyan raised her head and looked at him with bright red eyes in surprise.

    After getting along with him for a while, Wang Yuyan was very smart and always in a nervous and sensitive state. She had a good understanding of Xiao Yuesheng's temper. Seeing his smile made people feel like spring breeze, and she could strike more ruthlessly than anyone else.

    She thought to herself that according to his temperament, there was no way he would let Ding Chunqiu go.

    "Ding Chunqiu, where are you going?!"

    There was a broken drink, such as the bronze bell Da Lu, rolling, and then the breeze came, and the sound of clothing fluttered in the wind was vaguely sounded, light footsteps.

    "You guys who are overestimating your abilities, I am too lazy to share your knowledge, so get out of here -!" Ding Chunqiu sneered, his tone was disdainful, and the last sentence was like thunder.

    "Eight Infinite Swords!" The voice was solemn and solemn, conveying an unswerving meaning, and only a soft whistling sound could be heard, as if the sword was waving and breaking the air.

    AhZi hurriedly jumped to the window, her white fingers were dipped in saliva and she lightly poked it. A small hole was made in the window paper. With her left eye facing the small hole, she lay on the window and looked out.

    Xiao Yuesheng shook his head, Ding Chunqiu had accumulated so much power that Ah Zi was so scared that she didn't dare to go out directly to see him, she had to do it secretly.

    He smiled slightly and glanced at everyone in the Xingxiu Sect.

    With such a gentle look, the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect who were about to make a move calmed down and lowered their heads, honestly, and some of them trembled slightly.

    He shook his head. These disciples of the Xingxiu Sect were ineffective. Although there was murderous intent in his eyes, it was not serious. That was why he was so frightened.

    He walked calmly and came to the door. Wang Yuyan and Xu Zhu also followed and looked outside.

    Outside the shop is an open space, about five feet in diameter, flat and spacious, like a stone mill rolling over it, like a wheat field in the countryside.

    There were shadows of swords in the field, covering the sky and the ground. The sword energy was dense and cold, and the people watching the excitement retreated unconsciously and retreated to the edge of the field.

    Ding Chunqiu used a pair of fifteen-year-old goose-feather fans as instruments, fanning or carrying them, with a natural and elegant air, and an air of immortality, which made everyone around him cheer and applaud.

    The fifteen people were the fifteen disciples of the Wuliang Sword. They all had solemn expressions, majesty between their brows, and were awe-inspiring and inviolable.

    Fifteen of them surrounded one person. They did not draw their swords at the same time, but formed two layers, seven on the inner layer and eight on the outer layer. Their steps were staggered and they changed positions. The people around them were dazzled, but they also felt that their footwork was elegant and graceful.  , different from the ordinary.

    The fifteen people were divided into two waves. This person thrust out a sword, but Ding Chunqiu blocked it. Before he could counterattack, the other sword had already struck.

    ? One sword after another, the swords are continuous, without gaps, and endless, just like the waves lining the shore, the front wave has not receded, but the back wave has arrived.

    Wang Yuyan stood behind Xiao Yuesheng, looking out over his shoulder, staring at the field with a puzzled expression. After a while, she shook her head. She didn't know a single move, and all the secrets were useless.

    "Ding Chunqiu's left shoulder is injured?" She looked up at Xiao Yuesheng.

    "Yeah." Xiao Yuesheng nodded, looked at the field, and showed a satisfied smile.

    Wang Yuyan knew in her heart that Ding Chunqiu could be hurt, but the hateful guy in front of her might have been injured in previous fights with him, so Ding Chunqiu escaped.

    Xu Zhu was clasping his hands together, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were tightly closed, and his lips were moving lightly. Xiao Yuesheng chuckled, knowing that he was reciting the Ming King Mantra.

    "Little Master, are you the head of Xiaoyao Sect now?" Xiao Yuesheng turned around and asked Xu Zhu.

    Xu Zhu opened his eyes and nodded.

    "This Ding Chunqiu is a traitor to the Xiaoyao Sect. Why doesn't the young master clean up the family?" Xiao Yuesheng looked at him with a smile.

    "Amitabha, that's good, that's good. The young monk is a monk and doesn't kill." Xu Zhu hurriedly announced the Buddha's name and shook his head.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said: "Little master, Ding Chunqiu regards human life as nothing but grass and kills innocent people indiscriminately. He has become a demon. If he cannot be transformed, it is better to kill him."

    He wanted to laugh when he looked at Xu Zhu, this little monk was really interesting.

    "That's good, that's good" Xu Zhu shook his head, clasped his hands together, and muttered sutras, his brows furrowed, with a sad face.

    He didn¡¯t know how to answer Xiao Yuesheng, that was the only way.

    Xiao Yuesheng chuckled and said, "Ding Chunqiu deserves to be killed, but little master, you can't kill him. Why don't you let me help you?"

    "Thisthis" Xu Zhu was speechless, his face was full of embarrassment, he didn't know how to answer or how to deal with it.

    He was originally a young monk in the Shaolin Temple. He did some chores and recited sutras in his usual time. He was ignorant of worldly affairs and found it difficult to deal with secular affairs.

    Killing Ding Chunqiu violated the Buddhist precepts.??If he didn't kill him, he would also violate Senior Wu Yazi's order. The two conflicts were in conflict, and it was really hard for him to resolve the conflict.

    Seeing that his face was red and full of embarrassment, Xiao Yuesheng felt sorry for him and hurriedly smiled and said: "Okay, little master, you don't have to make a decision. We'll wait until they kill the person."

    Xu Zhu murmured to himself: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. However, Ding Chunqiu has committed a heinous crime and should not save"

    Wang Yuyan turned around and glanced at Xu Zhu. She felt that this little monk was pedantic and clumsy and didn't know how to adapt, so she said softly: "Little master, you go and sit in the shop, out of sight."

    "Yes, yes!" Xu Zhu suddenly understood, his brows suddenly relaxed, and he bowed to Wang Yuyan: "Thank you, female donor, for the tip!"

    He clasped his hands together and lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Wang Yuyan.

    "You're so polite, little master." Wang Yuyan clasped her tender white hands together and returned the gift, but she didn't laugh at him.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????: There are hundreds of moves exchanged in the field. The swords are flashing and the air is cold. The temperature in the field has dropped, as if autumn is coming and everyone around them has tightened their clothes.

    Ding Chunqiu's goose feather fan has been damaged, not a single goose feather is left, only the iron fan bone is left, like a dagger, but the martial arts is still elegant, and the big sleeves are fluttering like an immortal.

    He suddenly attacked from the left and right, but was blocked by the dense sword net. His transformation skills were useless, and his poison skills were ineffective. He was angry in his heart, but he was helpless. He was like a silkworm in a cocoon.

    The fifteen people were changing positions faster and faster, their moves were swift, and the Eight Infinite Swords became smoother and smoother, emitting invisible suction.

    Ding Chunqiu only felt that his internal energy was not flowing smoothly, and it was faintly coming out of his body. He did not listen to his own command, and his moves became more and more sluggish. No matter how exquisite they were, they were useless.

    He yelled about the evil sect, and then he had the idea of ????fighting to break out. He knew that these guys had sinister intentions and wanted to torture him to death.

    Thinking of this, he flicked his right sleeve violently, and blue phosphorescence flashed, like a blue light net, covering the three people in front of him.

    The three people's moves remained unchanged and they turned a blind eye to the blue light. The four people on the periphery suddenly shifted and replaced the three people. The long swords rotated, forming a bright cone, shaped like a silver funnel or a tornado.

    The phosphorescent light in the sky went toward the silver funnel one after another, sucked it in, and left nothing behind.

    The swords of the fifteen men were tightened, the sword light was surging, and there was a clanging sound. Ding Chunqiu could only parry, but had no ability to fight back.

    "Brother Xiao, they should be careful, my master is showing weakness!" A clear voice came from behind, and Ah Zi poked her head out with a confused expression.

    Xiao Yuesheng turned around and smiled: "Oh¡ª¡ª?"

    AhZi stared at the field and lowered her voice: "Master, he is very powerful. How can a dozen people control him?! His most powerful skill is poison!"

    She was filled with doubts. In her eyes, her master Ding Chunqiu was extremely skilled in martial arts and vicious and cruel. No one except her brother-in-law and Xiao Guanlan could control him.

    But now, a mere fifteen people surrounded him. To outsiders, his moves were still elegant, but she could see that he looked embarrassed.

    Ding Chunqiu was so powerful that she was even more confused and couldn't believe it.

    "Haha" Xiao Yuesheng laughed. The fifteen people had poison-clearing pills in their mouths, and Ding Chunqiu's poison power had no effect.

    ?????????????? Among the Infinite Eight Swords, there is a faint secret of Beiming Divine Technique. Although it cannot absorb people's internal energy, it can control the opponent's internal energy. Now the internal energy of the fifteen disciples is still weak and the effect is not effective.

    But the internal strength of fifteen people is enough to suppress Ding Chunqiu. His internal strength is sluggish, and even if he has extraordinary abilities, he cannot use it.

    "Ding Chunqiu was injured earlier."

    Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile. He looked at the field and was very satisfied. With the Infinite Eight Swords, they had already touched the door.

    AhZi suddenly understood, nodded, looked relieved, and said with a smile, "No wonder! It turns out he was injured!"

    "Azi, you don't dare to see him?" Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile.

    A Zixiu¡¯s face changed slightly, and she forced herself to smile and said: ¡°Why don¡¯t I dare to see him?!¡­Humph, I just don¡¯t want to see him. My brother-in-law said that he is an evil demon and tells me to stay away from him!¡±

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, said no more, turned to look at the field.

    "Immeasurable Tribulation Sword!" Suddenly a loud shout rang out, a roar like thunder, the shop shook, and dust fell from the beams.

    The crowds of the crowds were dazzling, shaking like drunk, and if the ground was shaking, the standing unstable, and they fell to the ground.

    It was as if hundreds of sword lights were shining at the same time, the brilliance was brilliant, breaking through the twilight, and the surroundings were white, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark clouds on a cloudy day.

    ¡°Ding ding¡± ¡°chi¡ª¡ª¡±

    The glory faded, and people opened their eyes to look around, only to see Ding Chunqiu standing upright, motionless, with six swords stuck in his body, and he was held up, unable to move.??.

    ¡°Master¡ª¡ªFather¡ª¡ª!¡± A group of shouts rang out from the small shop behind Xiao Yuesheng.

    Six swords were pulled out at the same time, blood spurting out.

    The six Wuliang Sword disciples took out their handkerchiefs and gently wiped their swords. The blood-stained handkerchief was thrown to Ding Chunqiu, and the smooth long sword was returned to its sheath.

    Blood flowed gurglingly, and Ding Chunqiu slowly fell down, his eyes widened, and he refused to rest in peace.

    "Master¡ªFather¡ª" A group of people rushed out from behind Xiao Yuesheng. They were disciples of the Xingxiu Sect. They rushed to Ding Chunqiu and howled loudly.
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