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The furious Buddha seemed to have come to life as the nine foot long ring blade in his hand slowly hacked towards Li Ye.

Accompanied by waves of strong wind, Li Ye's robe fluttered, making his whole body bulge.

The six words of the Tribute Temple shouldn't be as sinister as the one in front of him, instead, they should be kind and amiable. Perhaps this black monk's heart wasn't pure, or maybe he wasn't learned in the first place.

It was this unorthodox Buddha that gave Li Ye a lot of pressure, causing his heart to be in suspense and not dare to relax in the slightest.

As long as anything went wrong with his hand, he could only be hammered into a meat patty by the Buddha.

He held his blade with both hands, raised it high above his head, and intended to take the blow head on.

You say why he didn't dodge to the side, or why he fled backward.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but no matter how much he tried to dodge, he couldn't avoid such a long blade. No matter how much he tried to run, the blade would always hit him, so all he could do was receive it head on.

Looking at Li Ye, who was about to receive the blade head-on, both the Buddha and the Black Monk smiled sinisterly, as if they had already beheaded Li Ye.

With these six words, the black monk had killed at least seven or eight octopus, and only a few escaped. Li Ye had planned to take them head on, but after seeing them, they were all corpses.

When Li Ye's blade and the Buddha's blade collided, the Buddha's hand once again exerted force, smashing Li Ye's legs into a bend, kneeling down on one leg, smashing a huge spider web deep into the ground.

Song Huang Men, who was watching from afar, also knew that Li Ye's life was at stake. Just as he was about to make his move, a blood-soaked old Daoist appeared in the distance. He gave the old Daoist a deep look, then slowly put his hand back in his pocket and sat at the city gate to watch the play.

The old Daoist immediately saw the two people beneath his feet. He saw Li Ye, whose wounds were open and bleeding profusely, and became anxious. His expression gradually became cold as he flew towards the two of them gracefully.

"Where did this evil Buddha come from?!" "Scram!" Without even seeing the person who heard it first, a deafening roar passed through the Black Monk's head, giving him a headache. He held his head and kept rolling on the ground.

The Fierce Eyes Buddha also stopped his actions, slowly turning his head to look at the old Daoist. The entire Buddha was a bit illusionary.

The old Daoist looked deeply into the Buddha's eyes, his face had a hint of curiosity, and he roared: "Scram!"

While everyone was still in shock, the ferocious Buddha was frightened by this sound and trembled. The entire Buddha image turned into an illusion, only leaving behind a faint Buddhist light.

It didn't matter if you didn't obey the Envoy, or the Buddha. If I tell you to f * ck off, you have to f * ck off!

Why? This was all on the basis of him being the Green Bamboo Man that broke through ten thousand people in Chang'an!

Li Ye lifted his blood-stained head and opened his bloodshot eyes. He looked at the familiar figure in front of him through the blood and muttered, "Master?"

"Ah, yes!" The old man nodded in satisfaction. He reached out with his left hand and lifted Li Ye from the ground, while his other hand held Li Ye's pulse.

After finishing, the Green Bamboo Man's expression changed slightly. A strange light flashed, and his eyes turned cold. He looked at Black Monk as if he was sizing up a dead man.

After finishing his pulse, he gently supported Li Ye on the ground and slowly stood up. He shot a glance at the black monk, causing his entire body to shiver. That gaze was as cold as the passage of the north wind, causing him to involuntarily wrap his body tightly around it.

"Black Monk, I seem to remember I spared you once, right?" The Green Bamboo Man stared at the black monk and slowly walked forward as he spoke word by word to the monk in front of him who was at a loss as to what to do.

The Green Bamboo Man's words were like slicing meat on his body with a dull knife, causing his entire body to feel cold. Cold sweat ran down his body, and he was so scared that his legs went limp. He kneeled on the ground and hit his head on the ground three times.

"How did he provoke this evil star? If he knew that this brat was this evil star's disciple, how would he dare to make a move!" The monk was extremely upset with his previous actions and continuously kowtowed on the ground.

"Acknowledge your wrongs now? "Too late!" The Green Bamboo Man gave a slight smile and his voice turned even colder!

'Pa da, pa da … 'The old man's shoes lightly stepped on the ground and a clear sound rang out. This sound was like the Life Chasing Charms from a monk, causing him to stop and sweat profusely.

"Feng Lin, forget it, there's nothing wrong with you, isn't there?" Song Huang Men sighed, knowing that it was time for him to come out. He leaped up and his body floated to the front of the Green Bamboo Old Man, and said slowly with a face full of smiles.

"Forget it?" Zhu Yong's gaze swept across him, then he stamped on the ground and said: "In your dreams?"

A loud noise came from behind Song Huang Men. A cloud of dust rushed over from behind, he did not need to look to see the Emperor's Gate crumbling behind him. He smiled and joked: "It's been more than ten years, your skill has not decreased at all!"

"Don't tell me that you don't have this. My disciple got beaten up. I'm very angry right now!" The bamboo elder could no longer suppress his anger as he stared at his old acquaintances, and angrily said while blowing on his beard.

Song Huang Men knew this was not an easy task, so he could only wave his hand and helplessly asked: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Beat him up!" The bamboo shoot coldly snorted and disappeared in front of Song Huang Men. It reappeared behind Song Huang Men and stepped on the monk's forehead.

He stepped the monk's head into the stone slab. Seeing the monk spitting out blood with a few yellow teeth, he smiled with satisfaction and stepped on the top of Song Huangmen's head, stepping his entire body into the stone slab.

"My disciple has a few wounds, I will step on your head!" I don't care if you can survive until I finish stepping on you! " Zhu Rong's face was cold as he spoke, his feet didn't stop moving and once again stepped on the black monk's body.

"Old deity, when he came, he already had dozens of wounds!" The monk hurriedly explained as he heard the Green Bamboo Old Man's words.

"Oh? I don't care, I'll kill you anyway! " After hearing his explanation, the Green Bamboo Man muttered to himself for a moment before stepping on the Monk's spine and speaking cruelly.

Song Huang Men knew he could not disturb this old rogue's time to vent his anger, so he could only smile helplessly. His unreasonable and unreasonable manner made him look just like before.

"That swordsman, can you return the jade in your hand to me?"

"Return it to you?" "Young eunuch, it's mine now!"

"That was mine, how could it be yours!"

"I don't care, it's all mine anyway!"

"Why are you so unreasonable?"

"Logic, did you see the fist in my hand? It is the truth! "