Chapter 70: Bloody Battle of Buddhism

"I wondered who this person was. It turned out to be just a Tartar dog."

Abaolu mocked Su He without hesitation. Under the moonlight, the three scars on his face looked particularly shocking. It was not difficult to hear the deep hatred and contempt in his way of addressing Su He.

Abaolu threatened fiercely: "Since you are a Tartar dog, you will lose your life tonight!"

Su He already knew that they were Khitans, and he also knew that as remnants of the Liao Dynasty, they hated the Mongols to the core, so he was not surprised by Abaolu's rude words. Instead, he replied calmly, "Since you want to kill me, why don't you just rush over?"

"Tartar dog, you think too highly of yourself." Abaolu waved his hand to stop the group of knifemen who were eyeing him covetously, and shouted coldly, "They say that Mobei's best knife fighter has great martial arts, but I don't believe it. I am enough to deal with a boastful person like you!"

"Hmph!" At this moment, Su He's identity had been exposed. He simply tore off the black scarf on his face and helped the sleepy Liu Xunyi to rest aside. He stood up and glanced at Abaolu, holding the blood-shadow knife in his hand, and said calmly: "Please teach me!"

"Give it to your mother!"

Without waiting for Xunzhen to open his mouth to dissuade him, Abaolu shouted angrily, drew out his scimitar, and rushed towards Su He.

Facing the aggressive Abaolu, Su He not only did not show any fear, but a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He shouted, "Come on!" After that, he suddenly stopped and rushed forward like a tiger, facing Abaolu who was rushing towards him.

"Clang clang clang!"

As soon as the two of them fought, they launched a fierce attack like a storm. There was no dodging, no defense, and even less fear. There was only one wave of attacks that was faster than the other, and one wave of force that was higher than the other. Accompanied by the rapid and dense sound of blades colliding like firecrackers, the shadows of the swords between the two of them were seen. As the swords and spears clashed head-on, a series of dazzling sparks burst out and flew in all directions.

“Haha… it feels so good!”

In the blink of an eye, Su He and Abaolu had been fighting in close combat for more than fifty rounds. Facing Abaolu who was getting more and more courageous as the battle went on, Su He laughed heartily.

"Humph!" Abaolu sneered and said sarcastically, "You call yourself the fastest swordsman in Mobei, but is your sword only this fast?"

"Then let's see how fast a knife you can withstand?" Su He said with a smile, "A fast knife must be heavy. I'm afraid you will be defeated early and won't be able to fight me to your heart's content!"

"Su He, you insult me ​​too much!"

Abaolu's face was immediately covered with blue veins, his eyes were wide open, and his face was ferocious, like a tiger enraged by its prey. He shouted loudly, and the scimitar suddenly swept out in front of him, and in an instant, a fierce and fierce force slashed at Su He in the waist.

Su He was not panicked at all. When the energy swept in front of him, he suddenly flipped back, and the energy brushed against Su He's lower abdomen and flew out. When Su He turned over again, the blood shadow knife in his hand had already chopped straight towards Abaolu's crown.

Abaolu was shocked and hurriedly raised his knife to block. When the Blood Shadow Knife hit the scimitar with a "bang", an invisible force suddenly broke through the blade and descended directly on Abaolu's head. At the critical moment, Abaolu subconsciously tilted his head, and this invisible force fell heavily on Abaolu's shoulder. With a crisp "click" sound, Abaolu's left shoulder blade was cracked by this force.

"hiss!"

The piercing pain made Abaolu take a deep breath. He quickly used all his strength to thrust the scimitar upwards, and forced Su He back. He then protected his left shoulder with the scimitar and retreated more than ten steps.

Su He did not pursue, and said loudly: "I just said that a sharp sword must be heavy. You overestimate your ability."

Abaolu stared at Su He with a vicious look. Now, every word Su He said seemed like an insult and provocation to him. But he had to admit that he was indeed no match for Su He.

"You are too impatient." Xunzhen, who was standing behind him, reminded him in a low voice, "You want to defeat Su He too much. The more anxious you are, the easier it is to reveal your flaws. In fact, with your martial arts, you shouldn't be so bad, but now... you have indeed been defeated."

"I can still fight!" Abaolu argued unwillingly, "Even if I can't beat him, there are still so many people here. If Su He is really capable, he will kill us all!"

Su He frowned and said sternly, "I am not trying to make things difficult for you. As long as you are willing to release Master Cao and this brother, I will leave immediately and will never say another word."

"What a joke." Xunzhen's beautiful eyes turned and she sneered, "Su He, you don't really think you can kill all of us by yourself? Although there are rumors that you once captured 24 cities in Mobei by yourself, and once fought in and out of the Huma Gang alone, as if you were in an empty space. But here tonight, you may not be able to regain your former glory." As soon as Xunzhen said this, the more than one hundred swordsmen behind him took two steps forward to show their will and determination to fight to the death.

Even if Su He was confident, it would be impossible for him to kill everyone in Luohan Temple tonight. This had nothing to do with martial arts skills, but Su He had no need to make a deadly feud with these Khitan people of unknown origin.

"I'll give you another chance, go ahead!" Xunzhen took two steps forward to block Abaolu behind him, and said to Su He solemnly, "Go alone."

"Girl, you should know..."

"Su He." Xunzhen interrupted Su He in a cold voice before he could finish his words, "Don't think that you are invincible just because you defeated Abaolu. I might as well tell you the truth. Among the people present today, there are at least ten first-rate masters whose martial arts are not inferior to Abaolu. They are all masters from Tianzang Peak, Linglong Sea and Jinlun Temple in the Western Regions. If you can defeat one Abaolu, can you defeat ten with one? And can you defeat a hundred with one?"

"This……"

Xunzhen's words made Su He slightly stunned. When he heard the three major Western Regions sects, "Tianzang Peak, Linglong Sea, and Jinlun Temple", he had already guessed in his heart that this matter was definitely not as simple as he had imagined.

If everything is really as Xunzhen said, there are at least ten masters present whose martial arts skills are not inferior to Abaolu, then even Su He may not be able to escape unscathed.

"Xunzhen, you don't have to waste time talking to him. As long as he doesn't kill me, I won't lose." Abaolu glared at Su He fiercely and said stubbornly, "I will continue to fight!"

Su He frowned and asked, "If I beat you, will you let me go?"

"Dream on!" "Abaolu, come back..."

Before Su He finished speaking, Abaolu completely ignored Xunzhen's shouting and soared into the sky, swinging his scimitar in mid-air. In an instant, thousands of knife shadows attacked Su He on the ground like meteors and meteorites.

Facing the sword light that covered the sky and the sun, Su He could sense Abaolu's determination to fight him to the death. He did not dare to underestimate the enemy, and quickly stepped back with his left foot. Then he raised the Blood Shadow Sword in his hand from his chest, and pressed the back of the Blood Shadow Sword with his left palm. The axe-like back of the sword instantly pierced his palm, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down the blade.

At this moment, the Blood Shadow Knife burst out with an indescribable bloodthirsty aura, and the green light was tinged with blood red. Su He swung it in the air, as fast as lightning, and the cold light was dazzling. A stream of blood light suddenly emanated from the blade, shooting like arrows towards the thousands of knife shadows in the air.

Accompanied by a burst of rapid roars, the knife shadows from top to bottom and the blood light from bottom to top crisscrossed and collided head-on, and most of them melted into each other in an instant.

Facing the huge gap in the air, Su He's eyes became fierce, and he flew up and broke through the heavy sword lights. The Blood Shadow Sword burst out from the air, hissing like a ghost howling and a wolf howling, and chopped Abaolu head-on.

Abaolu completely ignored his own injuries, and swung his sword towards the fierce Su He with a fierce look, intending to destroy himself along with him.

The two men collided with a loud bang in mid-air. Although Abaolu was in strong momentum, his internal strength was still far behind Su He. Therefore, at the moment when the blades overlapped, he was suppressed by Su He. The Blood Shadow Knife pressed the trembling Abaolu directly to the ground from mid-air.

With a loud "bang", Abaolu was unstable after landing on the ground. He bent his knees and knelt on the ground, crushing several bricks under his knees.

However, Su He showed no intention of restraining himself this time. The blood-shadow knife with terrifying force pressed down Abaolu's scimitar. Abaolu didn't have enough strength, so he bent his elbow and put the scimitar on his right shoulder. Su He exerted more force again, pressing Abaolu's shoulder almost to the point of being deformed, but neither of them relaxed at all.

If the stalemate continued like this, Abaolu's right arm would sooner or later be chopped off by his own scimitar.

Seeing that Su He had already decided to kill Abaolu, Xunzhen was extremely anxious. His face suddenly changed. He waved his hand to call the swordsmen and urged them, "Why don't you take action? When will you do it?"

"Let's be merciful when we can. Why don't you both give in a little? So as to avoid unnecessary killing."

Suddenly, a sound of Sumeru came from nowhere, covering the world. This sound was as majestic and solemn as the chanting of thousands of monks, and it contained a very strong inner force, which was unfathomable and full of infinite artistic conception.

Everyone in the temple was shocked to the point of dazed ears and eyes. Su He and A Baolu were even more shocked, and their strength was lost. A Baolu took advantage of the situation and quickly rolled outwards for a few rounds, then did a hawk-like turn and jumped up, while Su He subconsciously covered his ears with his hands and stepped back half a step.

Under the impact of this intimidating voice, even Liu Xunyi, who was poisoned by the incense, felt as if he had been enlightened, and his chaotic mind suddenly became much clearer.

Everyone present looked around in shock, but no matter how they looked, they could not find out where the voice came from.

"The voice actually contains such a deep internal force, could it be the Shaolin Buddhist Sound Kung Fu?" Xunzhen speculated solemnly, and at the same time she waved her hand to signal everyone not to act rashly. After a moment of silence, she asked loudly: "I wonder which senior is here, I hope you can show yourself?"

"Let's go!" Xumi's voice resounded between heaven and earth again, "The temple is a quiet place. God has the virtue of loving life. Buddhism does not allow anyone to kill innocent people. You actually killed each other in the pure land of Buddhism, tainting the quiet practice. Do you really want to turn this paradise into a hell?"

Su He was shocked when he heard this, and he bowed his hands to the sky and said, "I am not aware of the Buddhist rules, and I acted rashly, so I am sorry for offending you. I hope you can forgive me, senior!"

"Go back to where you came from. Don't disturb the holy land of Buddhism anymore, and don't disturb my sweet dreams anymore. Amitabha!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xunyi and Xunzhen's faces changed almost at the same time, because they both thought of the same person from this sentence, the old monk who was resting in the Heavenly King Hall.

Xunzhen had long known that there was still a lonely old monk who ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddhist scriptures in the Arhat Temple, so she set up a bewitching incense in the Heavenly King Hall, one to deal with Liu Xunyi, and the other to make the old and lonely monk unconscious.

Xunzhen's men had been holding Master Cao hostage at Luohan Temple for two days, but the old monk had been indifferent to the matter, as if he had no idea about it, which made Xunzhen look down on him. But what he didn't expect was that the Ecstasy Incense, which Xunzhen was very proud of, had no effect in front of the old monk, which showed how deep his internal strength and how pure his martial arts were.

Now it seems that this old monk is a true peerless master. With him here, no one dares to be arrogant tonight.

"For the sake of your respect, I can let you take Liu Xunyi away, but don't try to push your luck any further." Xunzhen took the initiative to give in and said to Su He, "Otherwise, no one will leave."

Su He wanted to argue, but suddenly saw the vicious Abaolu and a group of Western swordsmen who were not afraid of life and death. His expression froze, and after pondering for a moment, he said to Xunzhen lightly: "Goodbye!" Then he bowed his hands to the sky and said: "I'm sorry for disturbing you tonight. I hope you will forgive me. I'll take my leave now!" After that, Su He quickly helped Liu Xunyi up and left Luohan Temple unwillingly.

Looking at their disappearing figures, Abaolu muttered indignantly: "Are we just going to let them go like this?"

"How dare you say that?" Xunzhen angrily scolded, "If you hadn't been so self-righteous just now, how could you have almost died under his knife?" After saying that, Xunzhen changed the subject, looked around cautiously, and said softly, "If we anger the masters in the temple, I'm afraid none of us will have a good ending. Humph! They are lucky this time!"

"What should we do now?" Abaolu asked embarrassedly.

"Everything is still under our control, so we should still follow the plan!" Xunzhen said thoughtfully, "But Luohan Temple has been discovered. I believe the people from Yuhu Hall will find this place soon. Cao can no longer stay in the temple. Take him away immediately and find another place to go."

Abaolu nodded slightly, as if to confirm the answer, and said to himself in confusion: "I just can't figure out how that Tartar dog found this place."

Hearing this, Xunzhen couldn't help but frown, and a hint of displeasure suddenly emerged in her clear and bright almond-shaped eyes.

"It seems that someone doesn't want to be manipulated by us and has evil intentions."

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(End of this chapter)