Chih!

The Fifteenth Sword of Death.

Bai Xiaosheng has held Master Xinhu in his hand and can use him as a shield at any time to deal with and resist all attacks.

In other words, Master Xinhu will always die before him, not after him.

But at this moment, Su Weiyun's sword had reached Bai Xiaosheng's eyes, but he woke up like a dream and barely reacted, and it was too late to make an action.

In the situation just now, except for Xiao Li flying sword, who is "the most powerful and unparalleled", perhaps only this sword can make everything silent and turn into winter and condense the long river to save Master Xinhu.

In fact, it was not just Bai Xiaosheng, but even Xinhu, Xinmei and Xinjian were shocked by this sword technique. However, Master Xinhu had extremely high Buddhism and profound cultivation, so he "wakes up" much earlier than the other three.

So he watched the sword pass by him and pierce into the Tianzong acupoint on Bai Xiaosheng's right shoulder, almost cutting off the muscles and bones connected to his right arm and shoulder!

Bai Xiaosheng's right hand shook and suddenly lost his strength. His left hand was still trying to use a move, but Master Xinhu hooked his fingers with his unique skills, used his unique skills to "Dragon Claw Hand", buckled his wrist, sank his body and twisted his waist, and threw it out with force.

"Amitabha!"

Bai Xiaosheng threw his body high, blood splashed out on his right shoulder, flew past Xinjian and almost fell into the cliff below the mountain.

Xinjian's face changed, and he was very anxious, and he jumped up to catch Bai Xiaosheng.

Master Xinhu took the opportunity to get to Xinmei and helped him untie the acupoints. His eyes were shining and his face was unkind and he stared at Bai Xiaosheng and Xinjian!

"I didn't expect that Bai Xiaosheng, who is famous in the martial arts world, has hid for so long. He was a wise and scheming hero!"

Bai Xiaosheng had no intention of answering Master Xinhu's words, but stared at Su Weiyun and said, "Why did you attack me?"

Su Weiyun smiled and said, "Bai Xiaosheng judged the weapon score. I have always been curious about your martial arts skills, so I tried it out."

Bai Xiaosheng snorted coldly and said, "If you finish the trial, you can use another sword to kill the two monks around you. Our original agreement will remain unchanged!"

"You join the Jinqian Gang, I recommend you as the deputy leader to the Shangguan Gang!"

He is indeed a hero, and at this time, he can still keep calm in lobbying Su Weiyun.

Master Xinhu clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, the donor is the pillar of the right path. A generation of hidden heroes must not enter the evil heretics!"

The mountain peaks stand, the cold wind blows by, and bells sound from the ancient Shaolin temple in the distant mountains.

The cold wind in deep winter is especially cold.

Xinjian tightened his robe and couldn't help but shrink his neck again.

Bai Xiaosheng continued: "You may not know how powerful the Jin Qian Gang is, and how powerful the deputy leader of the Jin Qian Gang has. I just want to tell you one thing..."

Su Weiyun suddenly interrupted him and said, "I just want to tell you a little."

"What you mean by the money leader, the glory and wealth, to me, is nothing to tempt me."

Bai Xiaosheng looked at him: "But you don't have to be an enemy of my money gang. Now you can pretend that you don't know anything and leave here, and our grudges can be written off!"

He took out a small bottle from his arms and poured some strange black powder on the wound on his shoulder. To be surprised, the sword wound immediately stopped bleeding.

Su Weiyun looked at the white clouds in the sky and was silent for a long time, and said, "You should have died under my sword."

Bai Xiaosheng frowned deeply.

The sword just now did have the chance to kill him, but at the last moment, the sword turned around and only injured his right arm.

Su Weiyun said: "But I deliberately let you go. I just wanted to hear which one you think the sword just now can rank in the weapon list."

Bai Xiaosheng let go of his eyebrows and laughed: "So what you value is reputation? Hahaha, don't worry, when I come out of seclusion, I will promote it for you, which will surely make you famous and become an important figure!"

Su Weiyun said lightly: "I only ask which sword can reach the weapon score?"

Bai Xiaosheng said without hesitation: "The leader of Shangguan Gang is second, and I can at most put you in the third place like Xiao Li's flying knife."

"The third place is enough."

Su Weiyun suddenly closed her eyes and quietly waited for something to come.

However, only white clouds float by in the mountains.

The white clouds change into various shapes, but there is no sound in the mountains.

Obviously, from Su Weiyun's expression, it can be seen that the things he wanted to wait for did not come.

Master Xinmei suddenly said: "The weapon chart written by Bai Xiaosheng was determined ten years ago. How can you compare the martial arts predecessors ten years ago with you ten years later?"

Su Weiyun nodded thoughtfully, looked at Bai Xiaosheng and asked, "You haven't seen that little Li flying knife in ten years, right?"

"this........"

Su Weiyun sighed disappointed and said, "No need to say more, I already know!"

He knew that Bai Xiaosheng's mouth could not really allow him to obtain the top three rankings of the weapon score.

The sword came out, and it was another dim river.

It was the old man with white hair on the boat again, and he hit the drowning man with wood pulp.

It was still the fifteenth sword that killed the death.

Bai Xiaosheng had clearly seen this sword just now, but he still couldn't avoid it.

Snap!

Blood splattered from his throat and his body slowly fell down.

Xinjian gritted his teeth and knew that it was impossible to survive. He actually jumped down the mountain with Bai Xiaosheng's body in his arms. He went to bet on the only chance of life.

The white clouds have passed and the wind is still blowing.

However, the fight and fighting in front of the cave facing the wall disappeared, and the peace was returned to Mount Song.

Master Xinhu, the head of Shaolin, was filled with emotion and didn't know what to say. Finally, he only said one sentence: "The donor's sword has become a demon, so it's better to use it less in the future."

Su Weiyun smiled and said, "If it weren't for the sword just now, I wouldn't be sure to save you, Master."

Master Xinhu said: "One thought is Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon. Who can observe the test of human heart?"

Su Weiyun said: "I used a sword technique to kill people and become demons, but I saved a Shaolin leader and a high monk; it could be considered that I indirectly saved thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple..."

"The sword intent comes from thoughts and changes from thoughts. The wonderful things are almost indescribable!"

Master Xinhu said: "You can't help the mind to be born. Since the donor has realized the connection between the artistic conception of martial arts and the thoughts, it must be not far from the distance to a higher level."

Su Weiyun said: "In the past, I only wanted to use Buddhist martial arts to check and balance the deadly sword technique to use Buddhism to resolve the murderous aura in my heart, but I didn't know that it was like this."

Master Xinhu smiled and said, "It was like this. The Buddha was originally in your heart."

"Donor, please go down the mountain."

"Master, please go back to the temple."

The three of them walked slowly and returned to Shaolin Temple.

Master Xinmei rushed to the Sutra Pavilion to deal with theft of Sutra; Master Xinhu ordered the monks in the temple for a while, telling them to remember to be a good person after he was worshipped by Su Weiyun as a guest of honor, and he would not leave behind the door to think about his mistakes.

Su Weiyun went down the mountain after staying for several days.
Chapter completed!