They didn't meet anyone else along the way, whether they were mortals or monks, there was silence in front of the gate of the temple, the ground was clean, not a single fallen leaf.

"Does this temple still have a holiday?" Zhou An looked around and muttered, suspecting that the monks in the temple were on holiday today.

Yue Li gave him a blank look and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhou An thought for a while and said, "It feels a little strange. The temple here is not quite right, as if there is no incense."

The smell of incense is very light here.

"It's a bit strange." Yueli agreed with him, and continued: "Are you sure you can win the Wangtai? I heard that his talent in swordsmanship is extremely high. If there were no accidents, I'm afraid he might have a chance to become a swordsman."

"Win must be able to win..." Zhou An stopped halfway through speaking, and then realized, looking sideways at Yueli, "Do you recognize me?"

Yueli said angrily: "Isn't this nonsense? Who else would come to this place except you, do you see that there is not even a mortal here?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Zhou An's face, and then he said, "I don't think this temple is quite right, why don't you leave first, so as not to implicate you."

Yueli smiled: "I just came here to see you and Wang Tai compete for swords, what's the matter asking me to leave now."

Zhou An thought for a second, Yueli's strength should be pretty good, and she should have no problem escaping with her Wugou sword body.

Zhou An strode to the outside of the temple and shouted loudly: "Wang Tai, I challenge you to the swordsmanship, in order to win the first place in Wu'an City."

Not long after, the door was pushed open.

A figure came out of the temple, it was a monk with a smile on his face, his face was rosy, he bowed to Zhou An, and said:

"Fellow Daoist, today is the meditation day in our temple, no one will see you, please go back."

Zhou An was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that the temple was on holiday, and said, "That won't work, I've come all the time, and Wang Tai must come out to see us."

The monk looked a little ugly, and said in a calm tone: "Daoist friend, our temple itself is not open to monks, please go back."

Zhou An chuckled and said: "The Wangtai occupies the position of the number one swordsman in Wu'an City, but refuses to accept the challenge. How can you say that there is such a reason?"

"If he doesn't see me, even if I win, I will be the number one swordsman in Wu'an City from now on."

The monk hesitated for a moment, with an uncertain expression on his face: "Please wait a moment, I will ask Master Huiyuan."

"It seems that Wangtai's status in the temple is not low." Seeing the monk closing the door, Zhou An whispered to Yue Li next to him.

Yue Li frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and when he heard Zhou An's words, he said, "This only shows that Wang Tai's talent in Buddhism is also very high. In temples, Buddha nature determines the status of a monk."

"Anyway, I don't really understand these messy things, but the more I look at this temple, the more awkward it becomes. The scene inside seems to be distorted."

"Distorted?" Zhou An quietly approached the door, trying to push it open to see what was inside, but heard footsteps.

Immediately afterwards.

A monk with a haggard face and wearing a red cassock came out of it. What was even more strange was that he held a weapon that looked like a sword or a stick in his hand, with blood shining on the blade.

This person is probably Wang Tai.

Wang Tai walked out of the gate, followed by the monk but closed the door. He bowed deeply to Zhou An and the two, with a benevolent smile on his face, and said slowly: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to challenge me?"

"That's right." Zhou An nodded, and his eyes fell on the strange weapon: "Can monks also wield murder weapons? I thought your swordsmanship might be ruined, but now it doesn't look like that."

He wasn't too surprised, different worlds, different monks.

It's just that Ruda is more in line with the monk in his impression.

Wang Tai also seemed indifferent and said: "Fellow Daoist is right, this is my obsession, and I can't let it go."

Zhou An drew out the rusty long sword in his hand, without any nonsense: "Then let's start, let me help you let go of your obsession."

When Wang Tai saw the rusty long sword in Zhou An's hand, his expression changed obviously, and he immediately asked, "Where did you get this sword?"

Zhou An was taken aback, "Do you recognize this sword?"

Wang Tai shook his head, with an undisguised sneer on his face: "I don't know each other, but the things above make me feel a little familiar. Now it seems that we seem to be on the same path."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Tai threw the weapon in his hand to the ground, and a huge figure of King Ming appeared behind him, holding six long swords in six arms.

It's just that the shape of the dharma is too weird. The position of the head is like a broken sword, as if a broken sword has been stuck in the neck, and the same is true for the legs.

With the rippling of sword intent, there is an uncomfortable breath.

Zhou An could clearly feel that his originally calm state of mind had ups and downs because of this, and all kinds of emotions were magnified countless times at this moment, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, timidity and hatred blossomed.

The horoscope fluttered all over the sky!

"My style is called Tianluo, and I got it from observing the Heavenly Sword of Baidi Sword Immortal."

Wang Tai's face showed a look of disappointment, his face was already twisted, crowded together, his tongue hung out from his mouth, drooling.

"Besides you, there are quite a few people who have challenged me over the years. There are more than 50 people, and most of them can't accept this style."

May die!

Zhou An felt the danger, the monk wanted his life when he came up, but he felt that the five senses were completely distorted at this moment, he couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north, and his emotions became completely numb between great sorrow and great joy, as if life and death were bearish, dead There is no difference between being alive.

At this moment, he wanted to put down the sword in his hand, quietly waiting for the arrival of death, extremely pessimistic.

It's not that I don't have the ability to resist, but that I don't want to resist at all.

Wang Tai's sword fell slowly from the sky without any sound.

Just when the sword with Buddha's radiance was about to fall on him, Zhou An suddenly moved, and with a sword cry, he flicked away Wang Tai's sword, and the turbulent sword intent formed a sword field.

The sky was dilapidated, reflecting the setting sun, everything fell into silence, the distorted Dharma of King Ming was stained with rust, and his arms fell to the ground.

"My style is called Thousand Shadows Sword. I learned from watching Baidi Sword Immortal's ground sword. I beat you with the next gram. UU Read Book www.uukanshu.com. Doesn't that mean I have won, and I have won a lot."

"Ha ha!"

Zhou An looked up to the sky and laughed, his emotions reached the peak, and one arm fell to the ground.

His kendo can only attack but not attack, and injuries are inevitable.

Seeing Zhou An's defiant look, Wang Tai showed a trace of anger on his calm face: "I let you go, but you still have to die by yourself."

At this moment, several sword edges appeared on the wall behind the Wangtai. The foundation of the wall quickly decayed, and then collapsed suddenly, as if a layer of tulle was lifted, and the situation in the temple changed in vain.

The original golden Buddha became **** and formed from the accumulation of countless mutilated bodies. Several faces appeared around him, with different emotions, such as surprise or sadness, as if he hadn't completely died yet.

Zhou An suddenly stopped laughing, and was shocked when he saw the scene in the temple. What kind of temple is this? This is hell!

He also split open the outer wall of the temple just now, and also broke a layer of restriction, just to see what's inside.

"How is this possible!" Yue Li also opened his eyes wide, showing horror, and covered his mouth with his hand.

There was indeed a smile on Wang Tai's face, and he said disdainfully: "Ordinary people are ordinary people. You think it is hell, but it is actually heaven. You think it is heaven, but it is hell."

"This world itself is a huge prison, why are you so surprised!"

An aura emerged from Wang Tai's body that made his heart palpitate. His body continued to grow bigger and his joints continued to grow, like a spider lying there, with heads sticking out from the cassock. There were men and women, all of whom were greedy. color.

Zhou An felt bad, things had already exceeded his expectations, he didn't want to take down the number one sword repairer in Wu'an City, but thought about how to escape.

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