Soul Piercing Boy Song Xing: Vertical and Horizontal Double Swords

A few days later, a gorgeous sedan chair appeared outside the temple.

There were two teenagers in front of the sedan chair, judging from their breathing, their cultivation was not bad.

"Master, it is said that Xueyue City has arranged many experts around that monk Wuxin, it is not easy for us to catch him."

One of the teenagers scratched his head.

"Ling Jun, you overestimate them. As long as the three city lords don't make a move, they won't be our master's opponent." Another boy said.

"Bo Yong, what you said is not right. The fourth city lord who came out of Xueyue City recently is not a good thing." Ling Jun retorted.

The person in the sedan chair suddenly said: "Ling Jun, you mean that the four city lords of Xueyue City also participated in this matter?"

"Exactly, according to the information, they killed Minghou Yueji, the top five killers in Beauty Village last month." Ling Jun replied.

The person in the sedan chair hesitated for a moment, then walked out of the sedan chair himself.

His face is like a crown of jade, his demeanor is outstanding, and his pair of red phoenix eyes are full of indescribable charm. Although the two gray spots on his temples still reveal his age, they add a bit of immortality to him. Holding a string of slender prayer beads, slender fingers flicked lightly, holding a long sword at his waist with one hand.

"It seems that the Wuxin monk really didn't want to let you worry, and even invited the four city lords."

After a while, the three of them entered the temple, just in time to run into Lei Wujie and the others.

Seeing those three people, Xiao Se in the distance hurriedly hid.

Sikong Qianluo suddenly appeared behind him and poked his waist.

"So there are people you are afraid of?"

"Nonsense, I don't know martial arts, which of you martial arts masters am I not afraid of?" Xiao Se gave him an angry look.

Wuxin in front of him clasped his hands together towards the leader: "Grandpa Jinxian, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"You are so respectful, but I am not used to it. Where is the white-clothed monk who used to have a good time with me?" Jinxian laughed.

Lei Wujie suddenly took a step forward, covering Jinxian's gaze towards Wuxin.

"Eunuch Jinxian, is it the one in the palace who sent you to kill Wuxin?"

"Who are you, dare to speak to our master like that?" Ling Jun and Boyong shouted very arrogantly.

Lei Wujie didn't answer. Under the circulation of his true energy, a long robe danced wildly with the wind, shaking the two of them flying upside down. Fortunately, Jinxian made a timely move and supported them with a gentle force.

"Is he still human?" Ling Jun and Boyong were so frightened that they couldn't speak clearly, because the other party didn't make a move, so they dropped them in seconds.

"Things are getting more and more difficult." Jinxian shook his head helplessly, he could see that Lei Wujie's martial arts might be superior to his.

"Then father-in-law don't do it, isn't it nice to go back to the palace and drink?" Lei Wujie laughed.

"You still have to try, otherwise you won't be able to do business." Jinxian pulled out his sword with a frosty sword momentum.

"It is rumored that the sword fairy father-in-law struck out with a sword, and the wind and snow withered, so I just came to experience it!"

Lei Wujie threw out a punch, wrapped in the three kinds of true energy of wind, flame, and frost, and shot towards Jinxian.

"Wufangquan? No, the method of luck is completely against the Lei family." Jinxian frowned, flying the long sword in his hand, frosty, but still retreated more than ten steps by this blow.

"No, this is indeed Wufang Fist, it was just improved by me." Lei Wujie blew on the fist.

"In your internal strength, you do have the technique of burning fire, but it is mixed with other internal strengths." Jinxian nodded and asked, "Who is your master?"

"My master is a bit too much, Lei Hong of Leijiabao, Helian Xiyue of Shanglin Tiangong, Weizhuang of Guigu School, Gao Jianli of Mojia."

Lei Wujie opened his fingers and counted seriously.

"What a mess, no one seems to be famous except Lei Hong." Ling Jun curled his lips and said.

Jinxian frowned even deeper now, he didn't know some people inside, but Helian Xiyue did exist, and among Lei Wujie's internal strength, there was indeed something similar to being proud of himself.

"Elder-in-law Jinxian, I actually admire your character. We will only use one sword from now on. If we win, you will take Wuxin away. If we lose, I won't make it difficult for you. How about letting you go?"

Lei Wujie spoke suddenly, with a calm demeanor.

"Okay!" Jinxian swung the long sword again, and the ground around him was covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Wuxin's face changed, and she reminded: "Be careful, benefactor, he really wants to win you this time."

Lei Wujie didn't care, pulled out the Shuihan sword and spun around, and bright ice lotuses appeared around him.

Xiao Se, who was hiding in the dark, was curious: "Is he going to compete with Jin Xian in the power of frost and cold sword energy?"

The cold air on Lei Wujie's body rose sharply, and surging sword intent circulated around the Shuihan Sword in his hand, while dancing the sword while holding the wine jar to drink.

"Strange, where did this wine come from?" Wu Xin raised her eyebrows.

"I gave it." Wang Rensun lowered his head and raised his hand embarrassingly.

Jinxian saw Lei Wujie's seemingly foolish appearance, but he looked like he was facing a formidable enemy.

"This is the Sword Song of Western Chu?"

"Don't panic, I can only ask Yu Tian with one move." Lei Wujie's low and charming voice sounded.

"Your Excellency is indeed superior, so let's leave it at that." Jinxian let go of her true energy and walked straight into the sedan chair.

But before getting into the sedan chair, he turned his head and said to Wuxin: "Your life can be saved, but your life cannot be escaped after all."

Wuxin didn't change her expression when she heard the words, she just smiled and said, "I really can't escape."

"No, that father-in-law didn't make a move yet, why did he admit defeat?" Sikong Qianluo looked puzzled.

Xiao Se lazily replied: "I did lose, and I lost very badly."

On the other side, Ling Jun and Boyong also had the same doubts as Sikong Qianluo, but they saw Jinxian lift up the long sword in his hand, and the sword shattered into powder.

"You see, there are people beyond people, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"It seems that Jinyan is right. Yan Zhantian was killed by that person. Perhaps his strength is infinitely close to that of Luo Qingyang."

Ling Jun and Boyong opened their lips slightly, and only then did they know that the man had defeated their invincible master with a single move just by relying on his sword intent.

A few days later, Wang Rensun found [-] monks to do a ritual for Master Wangyou, and he knelt down in front of the Buddha statue, weeping until he was in tears.

Lei Wujie and Xiao Se patted Wu Xin on the shoulder, said with a smile: "We will walk with you on the next road."

With a smile on the corner of Wuxin's mouth, she pointed to the uninvited guests outside the temple: "The people who want my life are here."

Lei Wujie glanced at the seven monks wearing cassocks from the Nine Dragon Temple, and snorted coldly:

"The last time I asked them to run fast, this time I just killed them all to avoid future troubles."

Xiao Se narrowed his eyes at him: "Do you have any festivals?"

"They were beaten up by me three years ago, and they have always held a grudge against me." Lei Wujie said casually.

Wuxin stretched out her hand to stop him, and shook her head slightly: "Chan Master Dajue of Jiulong Temple has an old relationship with the old monk, let the young monk settle the grudge."