Chapter 118 Snow Blade (Guaranteed First Update)

"The Dharma name is Zhending."

These four words were like thunder, pouring into Che Wanxiu's ears. Even with her master's self-control, she couldn't help but change her face and couldn't speak.

It's not that she is quick-witted and reacts very quickly, but this name, this Dharma name, has been known to everyone in the martial arts world for more than a year. Killing the master, destroying the god of appearance, one knife to the gods, breaking the void, all kinds of descriptions are like thunder in people's ears, it's hard not to remember or react!

Her husband, Mr. Xiang, has always been dull. At this time, he was shocked and changed his face: "Master Zhending?"

Didn't he say that he had broken the void and ascended to the Pure Land of Buddhism?

On the second floor, all the people in the martial arts world who heard Duan Xiangfei's answer were stunned on the spot. "Luoxuedao" is a well-known master in the nearby martial arts world, and a beautiful woman. They can't fail to recognize her, and she will naturally not mistake Mr. Xianyin. As a person who experienced it at the time, Mr. Xianyin will definitely not mistake Master Zhending!

Duan Xiangfei laughed and said, "Madam Che, it is not impossible to return after ascending. Master Zhending is kind-hearted and knows that it is difficult to break the boundary between humans and gods in the world, so he returns to find people with predestined relationships and give them some pointers."

A clear answer, an affirmative answer, Duan Xiangfei told everyone without a doubt that this is Master Zhending who broke through the void with a single sword.

Dongdongdong, countless wooden chopsticks in the hands of heroes fell on the table and on the ground, and claps, claps, claps, countless wine bowls and rice bowls were smashed to pieces.

They were extremely shocked and turned their heads to look at Duan Xiangfei's table. They saw a young monk sitting next to Mr. Xianyin. He was wearing a white monk's robe, spotless, handsome and solemn, with a calm face, smiling and holding a teacup, and he really had the style of a transcendent monk.

So young? Isn't he a monk with a beard hanging down to his chest?

It seems that there are also rumors that he is a young monk!

Che Wanxiu suppressed her inner turmoil, put away her half-sarcastic expression, and said tentatively: "I have heard for a long time that Master Zhending is a master of swordsmanship. I have also been praised by my friends in the martial arts world and have the nickname of 'Falling Snow Sword'. I am itching to show my skills, so I hope Master will teach me a thing or two."

Whether it is true or not, you will know after trying it!

Meng Qi originally wanted to spar with her, so he put down the teacup in his hand, drew out the Red Sun Demon-Suppressing Sword, and showed the back of the sword to others: "Master Che, draw your sword."

"You just sit there?" Che Wanxiu's face sank. Isn't it too contemptuous of my "Falling Snow Sword"?

Of course, I have to maintain the demeanor of a master. I am such a face-saving person! Meng Qi smiled and said: "I am a guest from afar, so I will give way to you."

As soon as the voice fell, the martial arts heroes on the second floor who were shocked on the spot came to their senses one after another, and someone shouted loudly: "Falling Snow Sword is going to compete with Master Zhending!"

With a bang, the crowded first floor made an explosive noise.

"What? Master Zhending?"

"Could it be the Master Zhending who can break through the void with one sword?"

"Senior Luoxuedao wants to fight Master Zhending?"

...

For a moment, questions, exclamations, and vibrations merged into a buzzing noise that made people's ears buzz. Some people seemed to be in a dream and did not move. Some people ran up to the second floor to watch the fight. In just a moment, except for the area where Meng Qi and Che Wanxiu were, this floor was full of people, and some even squeezed onto the table.

Che Wanxiu's face changed repeatedly. In this situation, it was already difficult to get off the tiger. She had to fight. As for the fact that Master Zhending was sitting, she didn't care so much. He was a fairy who broke the boundary between humans and gods. It seemed normal for him to sit and fight with her.

After thinking about it, she took off the Falling Snow Blade, turned the blade upside down, gathered her spirit, and held the Yuan and guarded the Oneness, and took the starting posture: "Please teach me, Master."

"Please, benefactor." Meng Qi replied with a smile, and he was also a little nervous. Sitting and fighting with a master was also a rare tempering.

Che Wanxiu stopped talking. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, she took a deep breath and slashed out with the thin Falling Snow Blade.

The blade light was like falling snow, falling piece by piece, which was very beautiful, but she was a master who had opened the secret of Yuan Qi and energy. The blade was sharp, and the wind blew in her face. The beauty contained a strong murderous intent.

The Falling Snow Blade was indeed well-deserved. Meng Qi secretly praised it, and without moving his body or feet, the Red Sun Evil-Suppressing Blade drew an arc in front of him, as if it encompassed everything here.

When the two swords collided, Che Wanxiu took a half step back, but her face was not angry but happy. The sword of Master Zhending was really wonderful, which she had never seen before. After a competition, her sword skills would definitely improve greatly and go a step further!

She no longer kept her skills to herself, and her body skills were unleashed. The sword light rolled, just like a blizzard, cold and sharp, wonderful.

Meng Qi sat upright on the chair, and his body skills were difficult to use. He could only try his best to integrate all the sword skills he had learned in his life to deal with the sword light falling on the snow.

Mr. Xianyin Duan Xiangfei had already left the table with a teacup, watching the two people compete with a smile, the sword light was like a practice, and he carefully savored their wonderful sword skills.

"Good sword skills!" Most of the people who watched the battle around were dazzled and intoxicated by the exquisite changes and the interweaving of sword skills with hidden charm.

Che Wanxiu didn't open the secret of spirit, but she could be compared with Duan Xiangfei and others. Her swordsmanship was naturally a bit magical. After the secret of vitality and energy was opened, her internal strength was abundant and continuous. She became more and more courageous in the battle, and the sword light was like a heavy snow covering the sky.

Under such pressure, Meng Qi gradually mastered his own swordsmanship. Whether it was the Five Tigers Breaking Gate Swordsmanship or the Blood Sword Swordsmanship, which was derived from the changes of "Breaking Qingjing", he could do it easily. Every response made Che Wanxiu secretly applaud.

However, Meng Qi was trapped in the situation where he could not move his body or his feet. Under the increasingly fierce force of Che Wanxiu's sword, it gradually became difficult.

He took a breath, his mind was immersed, and the Red Sun Suppressing Evil Sword suddenly retracted.

If this continues, he will either be forced to leave the table or have to admit defeat, so he has no choice but to use a trick.

How can you admit defeat in front of everyone?

When we have a choice, we are such face-saving people!

If there is no choice, how much is face worth?

Even if the heroes who were watching were not good at martial arts, they could still barely see that Cha Wanxiu had the upper hand, and they began to whisper:

"Master Zhending's sword skills are really wonderful, but it's still a bit difficult to sit still."

"Yes, even an immortal who breaks the boundaries between humans and gods cannot defeat a grandmaster just by sitting down."

"But 'one sword can reach the gods' shouldn't be like this..."

At this moment, a blade of light lit up and jumped into their sight.

Thousands of gold, fame in the martial arts, fine wines and beauties, indulgences in life and death, all of them smiled as if they were enjoying these.

Even if the angle is changed, from an opponent to a bystander, Duan Xiangfei's eyes are still confused, thinking about the beautiful scenery when the Snow God Palace reappears in the future.

When the sword light went out, Che Wanxiu stood frozen on the spot, breathing rapidly, her mature and charming face was so red that it was bleeding, and her chest was rising and falling violently, which was particularly eye-catching.

With a sound, the Falling Snow Knife fell to the ground. Meng Qi also withdrew the Red Sun Evil Suppressing Knife, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. With this look on Che Wanxiu, what kind of "unwanted" desire was aroused by Che Wanxiu in "falling into the world of mortals"...

He didn't think much and quickly calmed down his body and mind, because only by falling into the world of mortals could he bring others along with him. Therefore, Meng Qi was also filled with desires at this time and had to do his best to surrender.

The sound of the Luoxue knife falling to the ground made everyone who was deep in their dreams and showing their ugly faces come back to their senses, each and every one of them feeling lost.

After a while, someone was amazed and satisfied: "One sword can reach the gods. Just now it was really a sword technique that can reach the gods!"

"Sure enough, the skill of the sword can reach the gods, no wonder it can cut through the void..."

"Such sword skills are simply beyond imagination."

"Master Zhending is truly a divine figure."

"He is a monk, I should say he is a Bodhisattva-like figure."

The praises came from the bottom of his heart. Meng Qi smiled and said nothing, put back the sword, picked up the tea cup and took a sip.

"Tsk, Master Zhending has an extraordinary demeanor and deserves his reputation!"

They were all reminiscing about the sword strike just now and praising Meng Qi's magnanimity and martial arts. However, they did not laugh at the failure of Luo Xue Dao. It was normal for him to lose to Master Zhending, who "can reach the gods with one sword"! It doesn’t matter which master!

Phew, Che Wanxiu let out a long sigh, without bending down to pick up the falling snow knife. She cupped her hands with a flushed face and said, "Today I know that there is a sky outside the world, and there are people outside the world. The master's sword skills are extraordinary."

She is about forty years old, with beautiful appearance, good temperament, excellent figure, plump and sexy, and her face is blushing and charming, which makes everyone watching the battle feel thirsty.

After Meng Qi recovered from the backlash of "falling into the world of mortals", he looked at Che Wanxiu but didn't have any similar feeling. He calmly said calmly and calmly: "Donor praises you greatly. You can learn from many things, and the benefactor's sword skills are also impressive." The poor monk gained a lot."

Che Wanxiu picked up the falling snow knife and tried her best to regain her composure: "My husband and I have a village outside the city. I wonder if we can invite the Master to visit us."

She can become a master, and she loves martial arts and sword skills, so she wants to learn more about it.

Meng Qi smiled and said: "The poor monk has a place to stay. If the car donor wants to find the poor monk, he can go to Changhua Temple tomorrow."

He planned to stay in Changhua Temple for a while to investigate "Yuanmeng".

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He was a normal man. He was well-versed in people's affairs in his previous life. In this life, he was also vigorous. In normal times, he would have some daydreams. Just look at the "fantasy" caused by the demonic stone gate. But now Facing the rather touching Che Wanxiu, although I would definitely not think of that aspect, I should still have a normal feeling of appreciation, unlike now that my heart is still and my heart is still, like a truly enlightened eminent monk.

Well, Ananda's sword technique is really "vicious". With such a slash, as long as I don't go crazy, don't destroy my purity, and can control myself, sooner or later I, a fake monk, will turn into a real monk... Meng Qi will soon... What I understood was that I couldn’t help but sigh. Ya, no, I have to think of a way. Well, next time I’ll discuss it with Zhiwei and the others and see if they have any enlightening opinions. If it’s unavoidable, I’ll probably switch to other outdoor sword techniques in the future, such as the one I’ve longed for. Seven strikes of purple thunder!

Che Wanxiu agreed, and she and her husband, Mr. Xiang, accompanied Meng Qi and Duan Xiangfei to have dinner before returning to the city. She had heard from her subordinates that she had met Mr. Xianyin in the city, so she came here to express her friendship as a landlord.

However, the reputation of Yi Dao and the master's prestige made those watching the battle dare not approach, so they could only go back and brag.

There was no talking all night, and early the next morning, Duan Xiangfei led Meng Qi to Changhua Temple.