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The simple four-word exit made Wu Chi feel an overwhelming pressure coming face to face. Bi·qi·small·say·net·first·post

Jiang Rui said before that one would never understand the meaning of the name Yang Jiaxiuchuan without being born in Jinguang Small World. Now when Yang Xiuchuan really said these four words face to face, Wu Chi also felt the ineffable depression.

The sword soul shook slightly, causing Wu Chi to wake up quickly.

Even under this absolute adversity, he still remained calm.

"Wu Chi!"

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes again, and Yang Xiuchuan nodded slightly, "Sure enough, it's a pity."

It is a pity that it is because at this point, even if Wu Chi is outstanding, he cannot be included in the Yang family, otherwise Yang Jie's death will not be accountable.

"In the past few years, among the geniuses I have seen, you can rank in the top three! But you shouldn't kill Yang Jie, the blood of the Yang family can't be lost in vain."

Looking at Wu Chi, Yang Xiuchuan said calmly, "As you still have some courage, do it yourself, I will leave you a whole body."

Hearing this, Wu Chi laughed instead, "Since Master Xiuchuan feels that I still have a bit of courage, he should naturally understand that even if a person with courage dies, he will only die in battle."

The sword in his hand was slowly raised, Wu Chi's eyes showed a serious look, and he met Yang Xiuchuan's gaze without flinching.

Maybe not Yang Xiuchuan's opponent, but he must not lose the courage to draw the sword.

This is the pride of a sword repair.

"can!"

Nodding slightly, Yang Xiuchuan stepped out, and the coat on her body suddenly turned into a black cloud. He was already pressing towards Wu Chi while he was speaking.

The black cloud is overwhelming the city to destroy it!

Even a city would collapse under the pressure of this black cloud, let alone a person.

Staring at that black cloud, Wu Chi's spirit was tightened to the extreme, and the sword domain unfolded instantly.

Anticipation?

Wu Chi can clearly judge all the changes in that black cloud, but it has no meaning at all.

Yang Xiuchuan doesn't need to play any tricks at all. It is enough to directly press the black cloud over. What can you do even if your judgment is accurate?

Such a dignified attack, there is not even a trace of flaws, it cannot be avoided or avoided, only a hard shock!

"Om!"

In an instant, Wu Chi's sword suddenly shot.

Even if you can't avoid it, it will be a hard shake, and it will be a counterattack first!

Three feet sword domain, three feet invincible!

The strength of the sword domain burst open, even when facing this terrifying black cloud, there was no fear at all, a blue light abruptly broke the black cloud into pieces.

Although there was only a small piece, Wu Chi was finally alive.

"what?"

His eyes fell on Wu Chi's sword domain, and even Yang Xiuchuan couldn't help but suddenly move.

As for his own power, he knew very well that this black cloud was even stronger than when he defeated Jiang Rui just now. After all, when facing Jiang Rui, he had no intention of killing in his heart, but now he is indeed. Want to kill Wu Chi.

But he didn't expect that Wu Chi would abruptly explode such a terrifying power, and abruptly shattered the black cloud.

"puff!"

With a spit of blood, Wu Chi felt like he was carrying a mountain on his back. The terrifying pressure around him made him unable to even take a breath, and could only rely on the three-foot sword domain to support him.

After all, the gap in strength is still too big, and it can't be made up by any means at all.

At this moment, Wu Chi clearly felt the approach of death.

Even if he tried his best, he knew very well that he couldn't last ten breaths of time.

True Qi is consumed rapidly, from flesh to soul, all are under tremendous pressure at this moment, and it will completely collapse within ten breaths at most! That is the true form and spirit.

Wu Chi can't even calculate how long he has been supporting him, and can only rely on a breath of support to desperately support.

"Amitabha!"

At the time of life and death, Wu Chi's ear suddenly sounded a Buddha's name!

Almost at the same time when he heard the name of the Buddha, Wu Chi suddenly felt light on his body, and a golden Buddha suddenly appeared under the black cloud! Under the shroud of Buddha's light, the black clouds in the sky could not help being dispersed!

"When you are free, do you dare to interfere with my affairs?"

With a touch of horror murderous in his eyes, Yang Xiuchuan sighed.

He was so familiar with this method, and among the three layers of the prison world, the only one who could break his attack with this method was the demon monk.

"Jushi Yang, stop and listen to the poor monk."

With a wave of his big sleeves, Monk Likong immediately received the Buddha's light, calmly appeared in front of Wu Chi, folded his hands together, and slowly spoke.

"Monk, I don't care about you, do I really think I'm afraid you won't succeed?" Yang Xiuchuan said in a deep voice with a cold face.

"Amitabha!"

There was another Buddha name. Monk Lekong was scolded as a demon monk but he was not angry. He shook his head slightly and said, "Jushi Yang, the poor monk has a causal relationship with this Lay Wu, and how about allowing the poor monk to settle this cause and effect first?"

Yang Xiuchuan couldn't help being stunned when he heard Kong's words.

This demon monk had fought with him for several months, and they all knew each other very well. With the strength of this demon monk, it seemed that there was really no reason to intervene in such trivial matters.

But what does this cause and effect mean?

These thoughts flashed in his mind, but Yang Xiuchuan did not refuse after all, but looked at Kong and Wu Chi coldly.

"Jushi Wu, we meet again."

Turning to Wu Chi, put his hands together and said softly.

This sentence made Wu Chi also a little confused, and he took a closer look, but he couldn't remember when he saw such a monk.

"I wonder when the master met me?"

She smiled freely, and said softly, "Brother Wu, don't you really remember me?"

When Brother Wu spoke, a terrible thought flashed through Wu Chi's heart like lightning, and he stared at Kong firmly!

Countless memories suddenly emerged.

"Qi, you are Qi?!"

In the past, when he was in the first class of the prison, Qi Guo forcefully intervened to save Bai Shura. However, Bai Shura not only didn't appreciate him, but instead cursed and made Qi Guo a dead monk.

At the beginning Wu Chi didn't understand what was going on, but now seeing Kong and adding that sentence to Brother Wu, Wu Chi suddenly woke up.

"The name is just a title, even if it's a body, it's just a skin. Why does Jushi Wu care?"

With a slight smile, Monk Likong said softly.

This is tantamount to tacitly acquiescing Wu Chi's guess.

At this moment, Wu Chi's brain buzzed and almost exploded.

Regardless of appearance or strength, the country of Qi at the beginning was completely different from the monk Liao Kong at the moment, but it turned out that the two were the same person. What kind of magic is this?

Eyelids jumped, Yang Xiuchuan took a deep look at Kong, but did not answer.

He knows this demon monk very well, and he never believes that this demon monk will save people because of his previous friendship!

Forcibly intervening in this hand, there must be a plan!

Now he still doesn't know the intention of the demon monk, but for a while he is unwilling to speak rashly.

"Jushi Wu, the poor monk is destined to you!"

With the precedent of Bai Xiuluo, Wu Chi naturally knew very well that this monk was definitely not a good person, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not answer.

"Jushi Wu is kind-hearted, and if there is a good cause, there must be a good result!"

Hearing the words "Shan Guo" again, Wu Chi couldn't help but suddenly startled!

He clearly remembered that Bai Xiuluo was planted by the kingdom of Qi at the beginning, and this was probably the real intention of the monk.

"Jushi Wu, you are in a desperate situation now! How about a poor monk who can help you?"

The monk said again.

"It's so good, the master and me can't be indifferent! How about repelling Yang Xiuchuan first?" Wu Chi nodded vigorously, and said without knowing it.

"Monk, don't suffer from cause and effect!" Shaking his head, the monk said in a soft voice, "Jushi Wu killed the Yang family. This is the cause and effect between you and Yang Jushi. How can the poor monk intervene?"

"I have no rebellion with the master, can the master bear the heart to watch me die? The monks are compassionate, and ask the master to help!" Wu Chiyan said without changing his face.

"Wu has the roots of wisdom in his body and has a relationship with the poor monk! The poor monk will naturally not stand idly by. However, to untie the bell, you must tie the bell. This period of cause and effect must be resolved by the layman himself."

After a pause, Monk Laakong continued, "The layman has a good cause, and the poor monk can plant a good fruit on the layman! With the power of the good fruit, the layman can temporarily gain the power of the poor monk. , Wouldn’t it be wonderful to break this cause and effect with Jushi Yang?"

As soon as these words came out, both Wu Chi and Yang Xiuchuan's complexion couldn't help but change slightly.

Think with your toes and know that this monk must have no good intentions, and the so-called good fruits are bound to be a trouble! But now, the situation has been forced to this point, even if he knew that there was a problem with the good fruit, Wu Chi couldn't help but want to agree.

Now if there is no help from Kong, facing Yang Xiuchuan, one can say that he will definitely die.

But if you accept this good result, you can really get a blow!

Then, with the force of this blow, the Sanchi Sword Domain ~www.NovelMTL.com~ even in the face of Yang Xiuchuan, it may not be impossible to fight for a chance.

Even if there is something troublesome about this good fruit, that will be the next thing. You must survive before you are eligible for trouble.

For an instant, Wu Chi was shocked!

Today's self seems to be just like the original Bai Xiura.

"Master might as well say clearly, what is this good fruit?"

"Amitabha!"

There was another Buddha's name, and then the monk Lek Kong said, "The monks don't talk about it! A good result is the result of a good cause. Because the layman's body is good, the poor monk is just guiding it!"

"Good thoughts and good fruits will blossom and bear fruit! The more good causes of the layman, the more perfect the good results! If the layman can survive this disaster, it will be a good cause formed by the poor monk and the layman, and it will have its own magical effect in the future. No, the good fruit is turned into a relic, and it is also the layman’s return to the poor monk’s cause and effect, so does the layman understand?"

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