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Chapter 75 Bloodstained Buddhist Temple (Part )
Everyone present was originally full of confusion and bewilderment, not knowing where this guy came from, but when they heard these words, they all raised their eyebrows and became furious.

Even though they looked like little minions when gathered together, who in the field was not a giant? Wherever they went, they were respected and admired by the world's famous people.

Even if Master Dongwen came in person, he would at least show them courtesy and be friendly... Who does this straw raincoat guest think he is? He dares to speak so arrogantly.

Do you think you are the emperor?

One of the men in a gorgeous robe sneered, "What kind of rogue dares to act so presumptuously in Xiaoxitian? Don't you think the Buddha statue in Xiaoxitian is made of clay?"

Hearing this, the man in the straw raincoat tilted his head slightly to look at him, with his hat slightly tilted, probably because he didn't expect this man to say such shameless words.

You came here and spread rumors in an attempt to force Xiao Xitian to hand over the pearl relic pagoda, and now you want to rely on Xiao Xitian's protection?
Kang Guangyuan, the head of Baojian Sect, narrowed his eyes and wondered if this person was a thief who had sneaked into Xiaoxitian, but he quickly denied this answer... Xiaoxitian is one of the three major sects, is it so easy for someone to sneak into it? Moreover, even if it was a thief who sneaked in, why didn't he go to the Glazed Tower to steal the martial arts secrets and the Pearl Relics Treasure Tower, but came to Wutai Peak to fight against them?
Then he was just like everyone else present, a guest that Little Western Paradise could not refuse... He was probably here for the Pearl Relic Pagoda, and just wanted to get rid of his competitors in advance so that he could enjoy the Nine Bells alone.

His eyes were slightly cold, and he said, "From your voice, I can tell that you are very young... It's normal for young people to show off their edge. You are so young that Xiao Xitian let you go up the mountain, so you obviously have some real skills. Although I don't know why you want to be an enemy of us, it's better for you to restrain your edge at this moment... Get out of here, and we can pretend that we didn't hear your arrogant words before."

Zhao Wumian was too lazy to talk to these people. He changed the position of his hand on the hilt and grasped the hilt instead, saying calmly:
"Third time is better than last time. I remind you again. Either you go down the mountain on your own, or if you see blood or someone dies, don't cry and beg Xiao Xitian for protection."

When these words were spoken, everyone present laughed out of anger. Some of those who came with weapons had already grasped their weapons tightly, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

They exchanged glances with each other. To be able to make a name for themselves in the underworld, they must be decisive in killing. They were all thinking that Zhao Wumian was the one who started the trouble first, so even if they killed him later, it would be in line with the rules of the underworld.

Only the Taoist Ling Xu had the most experience in the martial arts world. He thought to himself that this man in straw raincoat came alone and spoke arrogantly, which showed that he was fearless... But everyone present was a well-known figure in the martial arts world. If they were picked on, even if Xiao Xitian pursued the matter later, they would be in the right. Therefore, it was impossible for them to show weakness before the fight even started. As the leader, if he showed any sign of giving in, he would have no chance of staying in the martial arts world in the future.

Therefore, Taoist Lingxu still maintained his calm attitude while holding the teacup, and said with a smile:

"As a Jianghu person, no matter how eloquent you are, how powerful the forces behind you are, or how high your martial arts skills are, when you encounter something, it all comes down to two words: 'horizontal' and 'vertical'... You came in vertically, but can you leave vertically?"

"Let's meet Zhenzhang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Taoist Lingxu casually placed the teacup in his hand on the carved wooden table beside him. With a slight "pop" sound, some scalding hot tea spilled out.

wipe----

At this moment, the house was torn apart by strong wind and a chill was felt. Kang Guangyuan, the leader of Baojian Sect, slammed the armchair beneath him. The tremendous force was transmitted downward, and the armchair immediately turned into debris. The floor tiles under his feet cracked on the spot, and then the long sword leaning against the chair was shaken out of its sheath by this force and flew out.

Kang Guangyuan raised his hand slightly and grasped the hilt of the sword with his backhand. Everyone present saw Kang Guangyuan, who was lazily sitting on the armchair just now, disappear in the blink of an eye. When they came to their senses again, Kang Guangyuan had appeared beside the man in the straw raincoat. He swung the sword with his backhand like a dagger and slashed it towards the man in the straw raincoat's neck. The speed was so fast that most of the candles in the room were instantly blown out by the strong wind caused by the sword.

Everyone present laughed coldly, having already guessed what would happen to the man in the straw raincoat: he would be beheaded on the spot.

There was even a hint of amazement in their eyes, secretly praising what a great move 'Sun and Moon Flow' was. Kang Guangyuan's famous battle was a year ago when he fought a sword master from the Sword Sect for a hundred moves without being defeated... He only needed to be 'undefeated' to become famous, which was enough to prove that the sword master was extremely powerful and was a recognized first-class master in the martial arts world.

Being able to withstand a hundred moves from a first-rate master, even if the sword master was not at his full strength at the time and just wanted to observe other people's swordsmanship to prove his way, it was enough to prove that Kang Guangyuan was not a third-rate warrior in name only, otherwise he would not have been able to establish his own school.

Now, three years have passed, and Kang Guangyuan has obviously improved a lot. It is expected that he should have entered the realm of a sword master. By the way, who was the sword master of the sword sect at that time?

The master of the current Yan Wang's daughter, the master of the "Sword Here", Mu Lier.

The long sword came with a chilling coldness. The man in the straw raincoat lowered his hand that was pressing on the hilt of the sword slightly and grasped the scabbard wrapped in black cloth. He raised his hand upwards, and the Kunwu sword bounced upwards by inertia and blocked in front of his neck. His every move was full of calmness and indifference as if he was strolling in the garden.

Kang Guangyuan was stunned, and then filled with boundless anger at being humiliated. This man in straw raincoat actually tried to block the sword without even drawing his sword! ?

Anger rose from his heart and strength came from the ground, and the speed of the sword in Kang Guangyuan's hand increased a little.

clang----

The sound of metal clashing rang out, and veins bulged on Kang Guangyuan's forehead. His right hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but the Kunwu sword that was ejected from the scabbard did not move at all. The man in the straw raincoat tilted his head slightly, and even though his expression could not be seen because of his hat, one could tell that he was sneering at the moment.

There was a visibly dull look on Kang Guangyuan's furious expression, and everyone present was in an uproar. It was obvious that the Straw Raincoat Man's posture was not good at exerting force, but he was still able to block Kang Guangyuan's sword... This was not just a difference in martial arts... In terms of muscles, strength, and internal energy, Kang Guangyuan was not as good as him in everything, and the gap was huge.

The amazement in their hearts had not yet shown on their faces, and the next moment the expressions of everyone present instantly turned into horror.

After the man in the straw raincoat blocked Kang Guangyuan's sword, he slightly flipped his wrist in the next moment, and the scabbard turned from vertical to horizontal. He used the long sword that Kang Guangyuan swung horizontally as a support under the scabbard and slid forward in a rotation. At first glance, he looked as graceful as a butterfly flying among flowers, and as sharp as a maggot on the tarsus, but he was full of murderous intent. In the blink of an eye, the long sword that had not yet been sheathed was in front of Kang Guangyuan's neck.

Kang Guangyuan felt a sudden chill on his neck that went straight to his bones. His pupils shrank, but before he could react, the man in the straw raincoat raised his foot and kicked his calf. With a "click", Kang Guangyuan's leg bone broke and he fell forward.

The next moment, the scabbard in the straw raincoat man's hand was like flying petals, spinning and lightly passing over Kang Guangyuan's neck, and then he stretched out his arm and turned the scabbard from horizontal to vertical again.

The door frame behind the man in the straw raincoat faced the Pingyang City at the foot of the mountain. At this moment, a setting sun was slowly falling towards the city. The blood-red rays of light rushed into the house through the door frame and sprinkled on the long sword that had not yet been sheathed, making it reflect a scarlet color.

The scarlet sword slowly sheathed under the force of gravity with a slight "click" sound. Kang Guangyuan then covered his neck with both hands, looking at Zhao Wumian in disbelief, wanting to say "how dare you kill people in a Buddhist holy place like Xiao Xitian", but his throat was cut, and he could only make a weak "ho ho" sound, and then he took a few steps back weakly and fell to the ground, with blood flowing from his neck.

It was really ridiculous. Zhao Wumian's original idea was just to expel them from Xiaoxitian, but Kang Guangyuan pointed his sword at Zhao Wumian's neck, intending to kill him. If Zhao Wumian had not been able to block it, would Kang Guangyuan have spared his life? So who could he blame for being killed now?

At this moment, a few drops of tea from Taoist Lingxu's teacup just fell on the floor tiles of the house.

There was silence.

The man in the straw raincoat raised his eyes slightly and lifted his straw hat slightly. He did not say anything, but everyone present could understand what he meant.

Am I lying horizontally or vertically at this moment?

(End of this chapter)