Volume 16: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword (Part 1) Chapter 372: Fifteen Deadly Swords
Chi!
The fatal fifteenth sword.
Bai Xiaosheng has captured Master Xinhu in his hands and can use him as a shield at any time to deal with and resist any attacks.
In other words - Master Xinhu will always die before him, not after him.
But at this moment, Su Weiyun's sword was already in front of Bai Xiaosheng, but he woke up as if from a dream, and just reacted, but it was too late for him to take any action.
Under the circumstances just now, apart from the "unparalleled and incomparable" Xiao Li Feidao, perhaps only the fatal fifteenth sword that can make all things return to death and turn the winter cold into a long river can save Master Xinhu.
In fact, not only Bai Xiaosheng, but also Xinhu, Xinmei and Xinjian were shocked by this swordsmanship. However, Master Xinhu had a very high level of Buddhist knowledge and profound cultivation, so he "woke up" much earlier than the other three.
So he watched helplessly as the sword passed by him and pierced into the Tianzong acupoint on Bai Xiaosheng's right shoulder, almost severing the tendons and bones connecting his right arm to his shoulder !
Bai Xiaosheng's right hand shook and suddenly lost strength. He was about to use his left hand, but Master Xinhu linked his ten fingers together and performed the "Dragon Claw Hand" skill. He grabbed Bai Xiaosheng's wrist, lowered his body and twisted his waist, and threw him out with force.
"Amitabha!"
Bai Xiaosheng was thrown high into the air, blood splattered from his right shoulder, and he flew past Xinjian, almost falling into the cliff below the mountain.
Xinjian's face changed and he became extremely anxious. He jumped up and caught Bai Xiaosheng.
Master Xinhu took the opportunity to go to Xinmei and help him unblock the acupuncture points. His eyes were shining and he stared at Bai Xiaosheng and Xinjian with a bad look!
"I never thought that the famous martial artist had been hiding for so long. He turned out to be a cunning and scheming tyrant with a beastly heart and human appearance!"
Bai Xiaosheng had no intention of responding to Master Xinhu's words. Instead, he stared at Su Weiyun and asked, "Why did you attack me?!"
Su Weiyun smiled and said, "Bai Xiaosheng is judging the weapon list. I have always been curious about your martial arts, so I drew my sword and tried it out."
Bai Xiaosheng snorted coldly and said, "If you are done with the test, you can strike with your sword again and kill the two monks beside you. Our original agreement will remain unchanged!"
"If you join the Money Gang, I will recommend you to Gang Leader Shangguan as the deputy gang leader!"
He is indeed a hero. Even at this time, he can still remain calm and lobby Su Weiyun.
Master Xinhu clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, you are a pillar of the righteous path, a hidden hero of your generation, you must not enter the evil sect!"
The mountains stood tall, the cold wind whistled, and the sound of bells came from the ancient Shaolin Temple in the distant mountains.
The cold wind in late winter is especially cold.
Xinjian held his monk's robe tightly and couldn't help but shrink his neck again.
Bai Xiaosheng continued, "You may not know how powerful the Money Gang is, and how much power the deputy leader of the Money Gang has. I just want to tell you one thing..."
Su Weiyun suddenly interrupted him and said, "I just want to tell you one thing."
"The so-called money, glory and wealth you mentioned are nothing but clouds to me. They can't tempt me at all."
Bai Xiaosheng's eyes were fierce: "But you don't have to be an enemy of my Money Gang. Now you can just pretend that you know nothing and leave, and our grudges can be written off!"
He took out a small bottle from his bosom and poured some black strange powder on the wound on his shoulder. Miraculously, the sword wound stopped bleeding immediately.
Su Weiyun looked at the white clouds in the sky, remained silent for a long time, and then said: "You should have died under my sword."
Bai Xiaosheng frowned deeply.
The sword just now did have a chance to kill him, but at the last moment, the sword tip turned and only injured his right arm.
Su Weiyun said: "But I let you go on purpose. I just wanted to hear where you think that sword strike would rank in the weapon list."
Bai Xiaosheng's frown relaxed and he laughed, "So you value reputation? Hahaha, don't worry, when I come out of seclusion, I will do my best to promote you. I will definitely make you famous and become a big shot!"
Su Weiyun said calmly: "I just want to know which rank that sword can be ranked in the weapon list?"
Bai Xiaosheng said without hesitation: "Boss Shangguan is ranked second. The best I can do is put you in third place, the same as Xiao Li Feidao."
"Third place is enough."
Su Weiyun suddenly closed her eyes, quietly waiting for something to happen.
However, there were only white clouds floating across the mountains.
The white clouds changed into various shapes, but there was no sound in the mountains.
Obviously, from Su Weiyun's expression, it can be seen that what he was waiting for did not come.
Master Xinmei suddenly said, "The weapon list written by Bai Xiaosheng was established ten years ago. How can you compare yourself ten years later with the martial arts predecessors ten years ago?"
Su Weiyun nodded thoughtfully, looked at Bai Xiaosheng and asked, "You haven't seen the Little Li Flying Dagger for ten years, right?"
"this……"
Su Weiyun sighed in disappointment and said, "No need to say more, I already know!"
He knew that Bai Xiaosheng's words alone would not allow him to truly obtain the top three rankings in the weapon list.
The sword came out, and there was that dark river again.
It was the white-haired old man on the ferry who hit the drowning man on the head with the oar.
It was still the fatal fifteenth sword.
Bai Xiaosheng had clearly seen this sword just now, but he still couldn't dodge it.
Snap!
Blood spurted from his throat and his body slowly fell down.
Xinjian gritted his teeth, knowing that he had no chance of survival, and jumped off the hill holding Bai Xiaosheng's body. He was going to gamble on his only chance of survival.
The white clouds have passed, but the wind is still blowing.
However, the struggle and fighting in front of the cave where Bodhidharma faced the wall disappeared, and peace returned to Mount Song.
Master Xinhu, the head of the Shaolin Temple, was filled with emotion and did not know what to say. In the end, he only said one sentence: "The sword of the donor has been possessed by the devil. It is better to use it less in the future."
Su Weiyun smiled and said, "If it weren't for that sword strike just now, I really wouldn't be sure to save you, Master."
Master Xinhu said: "One thought can make you a Buddha, one thought can make you a devil. Who can measure the human heart?"
Su Weiyun said: "I used a sword technique that could kill people, but I saved a Shaolin head and a senior monk. I also indirectly saved thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple..."
"The sword's power is born from the mind's thoughts, and changes with the mind's thoughts. The wonder of it is beyond words!"
Master Xinhu said: "It is not the will that moves, but the heart that gives. Since the donor has realized the harmony between the artistic conception of martial arts and the mind, it must not be far from reaching a higher level."
Su Weiyun said: "In the past, I only wanted to use Buddhist martial arts to counterbalance the deadly swordsmanship, and use Buddhism to dissolve the murderous aura in my heart, but I didn't know it was like this."
Master Xinhu smiled and said, "That's how it is. Buddha is already in your heart."
"Donor, please come down the mountain."
"Master, please return to the temple."
The three of them walked slowly and returned to the Shaolin Temple.
Master Xinmei first rushed to the Sutra Library to deal with the matter of the stolen scriptures; while Master Xinhu gave some instructions to the monks in the temple, telling them to remember to treat Su Weiyun as a guest of honor and to reflect on their mistakes behind closed doors.
After staying for a few days, Su Weiyun went down the mountain.
He planned to find a disciple so that he could fight with Li Xunhuan in three years.
