Sealing Sword Chapter 142: Confrontation

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When Sekong spoke, Chu Xiwei took a step back wittily.

It takes a little wink to behave in the world. As the saying goes, "It's hard for an upright official to break housework." Although this is not very appropriate between Sekong and Zhao Bingmo, there is really no room for outsiders to intervene. Chu Xiwei figured this out, so she got out of it altogether and stood not too far away, not to miss their every move, but also to ensure that Zhao Bingmo would not take the opportunity to withdraw from within her control.

Although the roof is covered with tight tiles, it is slightly slanted in the end. The blind old monk stood on it as steady as a rock. He clasped his palms to Zhao Bingmo and said: "Amitabha Buddha. Zhao Shizhu, this is the end of the matter. Stop it."

"Old bald donkey, don't tell me these'Amitabha Buddha' nonsense anymore. My Zhao Bingmo is obsessed with not realizing that I have no connection with the Buddha. No matter how many Buddhist scriptures you talk about, it just makes me a headache." Zhao Bing Mo sneered, his body turned, and the next moment he came to Sekong, taking advantage of the opportunity of bullying to ask softly, "Is Helianyu dead?"

While speaking, the scimitar slashed the side of his neck against the wind. Although Lu Kong’s eyes were not visible, his ears were still sharp. A big hole on his right arm was used to stop the poisonous blood. He lifted his left hand and swiped the knife away from her. , "Sticked" to the sharp blade and took advantage of the situation, and at the same time turned his foot sideways, and threw Zhao Bingmo away.

As soon as I passed by, the old monk's lips moved, and his voice heard: "I'm not dead, escape."

Zhao Bingmo's eyes suddenly became cold.

As the saying goes, "If you kill a snake, you will suffer from it." Zhao Bingmo made up his mind to clean up Helian Yu. Naturally, she decided to cut the grass and remove the roots without leaving any future troubles, but she did not expect that she had made so many deployments, and she was still a game player. one move.

"Trash!" With a cold snort, Zhao Bingmo's anger started from her heart, and she forced Sekong with a knife and whistle. However, the old monk had chased her with a punch, forcing her to change her palm to take it. fist.

The palms of the fists, rigid and soft internal strength stalemate, Sekong whispered: "Helian Yu is not dead, there must be a back hand, instead of staying here and making casualties, you should withdraw quickly to avoid teaching both All lost."

"You are right." Zhao Bingmo sneered, "but I always...bump through the south wall without looking back, and I won't cry when I see the coffin."

The two of them are on the roof, you come and go, Chu Xiwei is quiet as a chicken behind, while quickly scanning the battle below.

The battle in the martial arts field inside the wall has basically been brought under control. More than half of the white Daoists were killed and injured. Most of the people who were still breathing were taken down. The remaining few were still fighting, but they would not be able to jump for long.

In contrast, there is much more to live outside. The flames of war stretched from the gate of the temple all the way to the outside of the martial arts arena. Chu Xiwei stood tall and looked far away. As far as he could see, the whole Wuxiang Temple was messed up into a pot of porridge. Many courtyards were lit up with fire, and the black and white corridors were under the walls. Meet the former soldiers. Although the incident happened suddenly this time, fortunately, the methods laid down before were also brought out. Although Bai Dao had casualties, it did not touch the root cause. At this time, the strength was rolling and anxious.

At this moment, Sekong flew up suddenly, and hit Zhao Bingmo's Tianling with a punch like Mount Tai.

When Zhao Bingmo fought with Sekong, he naturally did not dare to be lighthearted at all. At this time, he was not flustered. The scimitar cut through a treacherous residual mark, blocking Sekong's punch from the bottom up, and groaned. , The surrounding tiles were shattered and I didn’t know how many, and while retreating, she attached her inner strength to her feet and swept away. The shattered tiles hit Sekong with her head and face. She also seized this opportunity to gather her breath in her throat and shouted: "Who dares No matter how rashly I act, I will kill all and let no one live in the martial arts field!"

She contained internal force with this sound. As soon as she slammed into her ears, it was like an ice cone, and her head was tingling and buzzing. Several people who were close and shallow, vomited blood on the spot, and performed the martial arts field. Both inside and outside became silent, no matter if he listened or was angry, he suppressed his actions first.

Although Chu Xiwei and Sekong are close, they are both highly skilled people. The magic sound pierced their ears and did not shake them. Sekong listened to the pretense from noisy fighting to mixed whispers below. Calm, sighed, and said: "Donor Zhao, how are you doing?"

Zhao Bingmo's eyes fell on him: "You break your arm, and then tell them to retreat and let me lead people out."

Chu Xiwei frowned. Based on his current experience, he can naturally hear that Zhao Bingmo's words are not joking, and even entrained indescribable annoyance.

Sekong doesn’t know if he has cultivated into a temperless mud bodhisattva. He is not angry at the moment. He just said: "The body is skinned, for Buddhist disciples, it’s just a smelly skin. Donor Zhao wants it, so naturally you can take it. Go, it’s just this retreat, not Lao Na alone can tell the truth."

"Is it because you said that it doesn't count, or are you unwilling to take the responsibility?" With a sneer, Zhao Bingmo cast his eyes on the people outside, "Wait, how do you decide?"

The words of her aptness were also an internal force. People who were closer outside the court heard them really. For a while, they spread word of mouth, and most of the people who should know have already heard it.

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in Bai Dao scolded "the enchantress madness", wishing to immediately copy the knife and let her punish her on the spot. However, as soon as the blade came out, some people were faster than them—a piece that was just cut off. The arm was thrown out from behind the courtyard wall, and hit someone on the head unexpectedly.

"I'm threatening you, not doing business with you." Zhao Bingmo curled up her mouth and looked at the controlled people in the martial arts arena, with sarcasm, "What do you do? The predecessors of the same kind, regard the face of the fight between good and evil more important than your lives, hate is not hate?"

An older man opened his mouth and cursed: "Wonders don’t have to say much! For a cruel and cruel woman like you, I just hate that you didn’t kill you early, which caused today’s disaster! God has eyes, now Teach you to die..."

Before he finished speaking, he was heavily kicked behind his back. The man was stomped on his face and stuck to the ground, but his eyes happened to see his son who was full of horror.

Besides them, besides the corpses, there are the people left behind in Baidao who were detained like prisoners waiting to be slaughtered in the execution ground. Now facing the tension, some people are full of resentment and would rather die than surrender, while others are full of eagerness and eagerness to survive.

His son did not have the weakest title this year. This time he followed him to the martial arts conference for a long time to learn, but he did not expect to suffer a catastrophe. Right now, Liushenwuzhu has long been seen. Seeing his father, he finally couldn't help crying:" Dad! I don’t want to die! I, I miss home! I miss my mother!"

This cry is like a hammer smashing open the cracked shell of a walnut, revealing white or black flesh inside. For a while, the venue became noisy, crying and cursing endlessly.

"Don't worry about us, everyone! It is my mission to eliminate demons and defend the way, don't let these demons leave!"

"Don't do it! I don't want to die!"

"Let the tiger go back to the mountains, there are endless troubles! Don't hesitate, do it!"

"No! I beg you, help!"

"..."

A louder than a louder sound, in addition to crying and shouting, it is also mixed with mutual scolding and scolding. Such a messy sound makes people even more dilemma.

Chivalrous, moral, which is more important?

Overall, personal affair, right and wrong?

Zhao Bingmo laughed, the haze on her face seemed to be shaken by the shout, she looked down at the struggling man, and said: "I remember you, Wushuang sent Feng Ruogu Feng Daxia, back then I I was pregnant and fell in the cold sky. I begged you to help me when I saw you passing by. But unfortunately, you insisted on righteous and evil views. Not only did you not save me, but you also killed me on the spot to gain fame... At that time you failed to kill. I, have you ever thought that there will be today?"

As soon as the words came out, everyone was in an uproar. People in Bai Daozhong believed in justice, and always regarded their reputation and face more than their lives. At this time, Feng Ruogu was exposed by Zhao Bingmo. For a while, he was embarrassed and angry, and shouted with a lack of anger. : "Wonderful nonsense!"

"Neither nonsense nor the truth, I am not justifying myself and begging for your sympathy, but..." After a pause, Zhao Bingmo sneered, "Shicai, you said I deserve to die, but you thought about yourself. 'S son will not survive today?"

Before the words were over, a killer got the order and swung a knife to the frightened young man. Seeing that she was about to cut her head off, Chu Xi frowned, and lifted a shattered tile under her feet into the wind. When the blade cut her skin, it hit the assailant's head, and she immediately shed blood on her face and fell to the ground. The blade fell against the person. , Only cut open a **** skin.

"The crime is not as good as the innocent, and the misfortune is not as much as women and children." Chu Xi looked at Zhao Bingmo coldly, and said coldly, "Senior Zhao, don't go too far."

Zhao Bingmo didn't expect that he would try to stop him, and immediately smiled: "Okay."

The words are not finished, the assassin who stepped on Feng Ruogu raised his foot and stomped heavily. This time he stepped on his neck, and only heard a "click", the neck bone broke, and the person died on the spot.

The young man saw his father die tragically when he was still in shock. For a while, he cried and burst into tears. The hall calmed down and the people outside were panicked.

Qu Jin said on behalf of the people outside the venue: "Stop! Zhao Bingmo, can you really do what you said?"

"Sekong, one arm, you make a way, I will let these people go and do what I say!" Zhao Bingmo took a knife and said coldly, "I don't have much patience, don't you think Procrastinate, make a decision quickly."

There was a lot of discussion outside for a while. There were some people who were filled with righteous indignation, and they looked forward to the latter. It was noisy. The three of Chu Xiwei were standing on the roof, as if listening to a farce of laughter and laughter.

Zhao Bingmo looked at Sekong and said in a sarcasm: "Old bald donkey, I only hate you for blinding too early, otherwise you will look at these people with your own eyes and don't know how good it should be!"

Chu Xiwei was shocked. Zen Master Xifo Sekong has been in retreat for many years, and the blindness is now known. Now I heard that there are articles in it.

However, Sekong was brought up with the old wound, and he touched his eye socket with only his hand, and said: "Seeing or not, yes or no, the heart is open and clear, everything is normal."

Chu Xiwei furrowed her brows, raised her qi to gather her internal strength, and said through the voice: "Senior Zhao, no matter what private feuds you have with the Zen Master, now is not the time to resolve these. Helianyu is not dead, you again Transferred away from the magic scorpion, these people may be out of your control at any time and be careful of being hurt by the double-edged sword."

Zhao Bingmo chuckled, but didn't answer. Fortunately, everyone on the sidelines finally made up their minds, barely suppressing the disagreement, and Qu Jin said: "Okay! We can leave you and wait for the temple, but I will never agree with the Zen master's arm, and you don't have to mention it again! "

"Then I can't agree?" Zhao Bingmo refused to give in. She looked straight at Sekong, "Old bald donkey, the Buddha is willing to give up his body to feed an eagle. Are you willing to give up your arm to save these fellows today? If you are willing, I will recognize your name as "West Buddha"; if you are not willing, you might as well stand still and avoid pretending to be compassionate, and at any rate you will have a true temperament!"

This time she didn't use any internal force, she spoke lightly, and she was torn apart by the wind as soon as she said. If it weren't for Chu Xiwei's strong ears, she could hardly hear what she said.

Sekong naturally heard it clearly.

Zhao Bingmo's gaze fell on him and did not move away for a moment. The time seemed to be extremely long at this moment, although it was only three short breaths.

"Amitabha, goodness is good!"

With the sound of the Buddha's horn, the old monk rubbed his left hand into a knife, and without hesitation, he moved down to his right elbow. Zhao Bingmo's ever-changing sneer finally broke down, her face suddenly changed, her lips were pale, and she lost all her blood at this moment.

Chu Xiwei was close, and the Sekong Buddha felt bad when she got up. She immediately raised her hand to pick Xiang Sekong's left hand with a sheath long knife. However, the old monk had already prevented him from blocking it, and turned around to avoid it. Down, the palm is about to cut the joints!

A voice suddenly sounded between the electric light and flint: "Slow!"