My enemies became my companions

Chapter 225 Good Master

Above the broad river, the Medicine Buddha Pagoda of the Hehuan Sect had been lost among the colorful trees. A small boat was moving without wind, and a Taoist was rowing the boat at a steady pace.

This small boat was like a piece of duckweed, and it seemed to be drifting in the wind. However, there was no wind on the river for a long time.

The Taoist lowered his eyes, estimated the time, and then reached his hand into the water.

Above the river, the scene of the small world inside the pagoda appeared.

The huge demon collapsed, and Chen Yi's Houkang sword pierced the neck of the last successor of the Hehuan Sect.

The blood flowed down, symbolizing that the entire sect was completely wiped out from the world.

The Taoist reached his hand into the water and touched the demon, then he grabbed and pulled it hard.

Then, like a koi carp flapping out of the water, a black shadow leaped out amid the sound of splashing water, as if trying to struggle out of the Taoist's hand, but was trapped by the Taoist's five fingers.

The black shadow tried to charge, but as the Taoist clenched his five fingers, the black shadow seemed to let out a shrill scream.

Faintly, one could hear the miserable and unwilling voice:

"Why... can you decide my life or death?"

The Taoist was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Such a deep obsession, if it is not removed, and he is allowed to die with regrets, he might feed on this luck and turn into a ghost.

The pure luck of the Hehuan Sect over the past few decades cannot be wasted and must be brought back to Penglai Island.

"Why... can you decide my life or death?"

Zhao Bai's struggle and unwillingness were still evident in his words.

The Taoist said calmly: "We did not decide your life or death, it was God who wanted you to die."

Zhao Bai seemed to be stagnant, and then black flames surged, as if he was roaring in anger, as if he was questioning.

"The will of heaven is fixed. How can a cultivator of the Dao interfere with the destiny of the world?"

The Taoist calmly revealed:
"We just decided...you want to live, you don't want to die."

Zhao Bai seemed to suddenly recall the strong desire to survive he had at that time, and then he became silent. The Taoist didn't know whether he was in despair, pain, or a moment of liberation. He just clenched his hands and put the black shadow back into the water.

When it was lifted up again, it was no longer a dark shadow, but a ball of soft warm light, the halo was peaceful and calm.

The Taoist gathered this pure luck into his sleeves and gazed at the river.

The river is broad, with distant green mountains in the background. The night is quiet, and the sky and earth are all in a dark color. The Taoist priest is facing the breeze, and seems to have some feelings when he says:

"Someone asked me about the road to Penglai. The clouds are on the green hills and the moon is in the sky."

He rowed the boat leisurely and contentedly, and the moonlight in the distance seemed to have paved a path on the river.

However, a figure suddenly appeared on the moonlit road.

This figure was wearing a conical hat and the sword at his waist was a broken sword.

The Taoist stopped the oar in his hand, and a hint of stagnation appeared in his carefree expression.

Behind him, on the stern of the boat, a one-armed woman appeared at some point in time, and seemed to be gazing at the Taoist quietly.

"In front of us was the Broken Swordsman of the Western Jin Dynasty, and in the back was the Sword Armor of Yinjian Mountain."

Zhang Boduan seemed indifferent, but his sleeves fluttered in the wind.
"I never thought that after being enlightened for nearly a thousand years, I could still have such a grand ceremony."

"This is what the founder of the Quanzhen Sect's Southern School deserves." Zhou Yitang said calmly.

His appearance here proves that the one-armed woman won the bet.

In Taoism, Quanzhen Sect has always advocated the unity of the three religions since Wang Chongyang. There is a saying that "the three religions have always had the same ancestor." The Zi Yang Zhenren Zhang Boduan in front of him is regarded as the founder of the Southern School of Quanzhen Sect.

The one-armed woman looked past Zhang Boduan and towards the Broken Swordsman standing in the moonlight.

The Broken Swordsman's sword had already been unsheathed. It was an extremely ordinary sword, with an old hilt and an extremely sharp blade. Even if there was wind, it would be cut in two by the sword.

Zhang Boduan stood at the bow of the boat, his sleeves moving without wind, a golden light was faintly emitted from his dantian, and then the light gathered into a sword, and the moonlight also came, his form, energy and spirit became one.

True Man Zi Yang stared at the Broken Swordsman approaching and said coldly:

"I have cultivated my soul and life with this sword for nearly a thousand years, and have condensed my Yang Spirit to the point of being almost an immortal. You should understand that once this sword is out, it will decide the clouds above and the earth below." The Broken Swordsman did not reply loudly, but glanced at the broken sword in his hand and said slowly:
"I have only practiced this sword for thirty years, but in this sixty years, no one in the top ten in the world can match my sixth sword."

The surface of the river seemed to stagnate at these words.

The next moment, Zhang Boduan had already raised his sword.

The river water seemed to explode in an instant, the sound of thunder was endless, and the waves were turbulent and huge.

When the sword was raised, there was already a terrifying momentum.

The river water hit the shore, shaking the coast as if the earth was shaking. Zhang Boduan was in a lone boat, which was lifted up by the waves. A scene that ordinary people would never be able to imagine in their lifetime appeared. Half of the river was suspended like a waterfall. The sword energy rushed towards Douniu, as if it was going to soar thirty-eight thousand feet into the sky.

The waves were huge.

The Broken Swordsman also raised his sword at this moment, but he looked small and alone, and the moonlight under his feet seemed to be shattered by the waves.

Then he raised his foot and finally took a step forward.

The sword light flashed away.

As if submerged by the terrifying river water.

However, the one-armed woman on the solitary boat, who remained motionless despite the beating of the river water like duckweed, disappeared at this moment.

Just because of this sixth sword, no one in the top ten in the world can resist it.

Zhang Boduan was still standing on the boat, slashing the golden sword in his hand, which had been condensed for nearly a thousand years, in the air. However, when he was halfway through, he seemed to hit something and stopped suddenly. The hardest and most masculine part of the sword actually broke into a crack.

At first it was barely noticeable, then it shattered like a landslide.

Zhang Bo vomited blood and the entire golden sword shattered.

He suddenly clasped his hands together, chanted a spell, and his soul left his body, fleeing across the river with a group of luck.

The one-armed woman reappeared.

She stretched out her only remaining hand, clapped it, and closed it. The water on the surface of the river suddenly rose and condensed into a huge cage, which was a magnificent sight.

The cage tightened, trying to trap Zhang Boduan inside.

True Man Zi Yang shouted loudly, as if trying to break out of the water prison.

The one-armed woman suddenly shrank the water prison.

At this time, the Broken Swordsman handed over another sword.

boom!
After a long time, the world was silent.

The soul of a real person seemed to be trapped inside a small, round, crystal clear drop of water.

Zhou Yitang waved his hand casually, and the water drops fell into the palm of the Broken Swordsman.

After the Broken Swordsman took it, he crushed the water droplets without hesitation, and the water droplets turned into dust. A generation of immortals just disappeared between heaven and earth.

The one-armed woman narrowed her eyes coldly, and after a long moment, she said nothing.

This drop of water was given to Broken Swordsman with the original intention of having him take it back to Western Jin Dynasty for disposal. However, he never expected that he would be so clean and efficient, directly crushing the other person's soul without worrying about the retribution afterwards.

After a long time, the Broken Swordsman looked at the Medicine Buddha Pagoda from afar, his face expressionless for a moment.

It seemed as if he had gone there in vain.

"It seems that you made the right bet. There is indeed Quanzhen Sect behind the Hehuan Sect, and I have never gotten along with Quanzhen Sect." After a long time, Duan Jianke said.

Zhou Yitang remained silent.

"The reason I left this time was because I had made a promise to someone. I only wanted to rescue a descendant of the Hehuan Sect, but now all of them are dead."

The Broken Swordsman turned around and said calmly:
"Since my sword cannot save people, I will kill them and pay with my life.

So I want to know, who killed them?"

The one-armed woman spoke bluntly:

"My disciple's surname is Chen Yi, and his courtesy name is Zunming."

There will be more tonight
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(End of this chapter)