Well, the black-haired man who had previously smiled evilly was pricked by the fast and fierce Zen stick, and his eyes burst into pieces, and bloodshot. Before he could come back to his senses, he heard a copper ring sound, and he had already been cut by Maitreya's Zen stick on his shoulder. He could no longer hold the knife and fell to the ground.

"Little Bald Donkey." Facing his companion who was knocked down by two moves in an instant, the remaining two strong men changed their faces, and then they were about to rush forward to fight with their swords. Their movements were skillful and they seemed to be used to robbing.

Although the two strong men cooperated well, Maitreya was not a good person. He retreated tightly and withdrew from the two circles, he held the Zen stick in his hand and used the staff as a knife. He cut the Zen stick from right to left, but unexpectedly slashed on the shoulder of the man on the right, allowing him to abandon the knife and cover his arms and retreat. Only one of the three of them was left.

After a few strokes and two, after one round and one stroke, three strong men were knocked down by Maitreya with one move and were disarmed. Maitreya casually put the Zen stick aside, picked up a steel knife, rushed over and pressed the injured three people down. With their begging for mercy, they cut off their buns on their heads one by one.

"If you encounter someone like you on another day, I will kill you. But if you have something to do today, I will cut your hair and write it down first. When you meet the next day, you will be called to you and others in another place..." Maitreya used a steel knife to gesture on the neck of the three of them twice, which made the three of them shudder.

After a terror of power, Maitreya drove the three of them away, then threw the steel knife and the bun into the forest beside, and was about to go to Lanruo Temple behind the forest, but he didn't expect that behind the dense forest bushes, a man wearing a soft hat, armor and a long sword was turned out.

"I said, the little monk, the so-called murder is just a lie. If you want to kill them, you will kill them. Why do you have to humiliate them like that!" The man's scarf covered his ears, looking up and down at the handsome monk wearing a shabby monk's robe, with hair on his head and Zen stick.

"It's so that the donor knows that the little monk did not intend to humiliate, but was indeed going to visit the master today, so it was not convenient to kill him." Maitreya looked at the man who turned out from the bush and frowned slightly. He didn't notice this person, and his aura and expression were different from those strong men with evil eyes. He was a tough character.

"The little monk used sword skills just now. He was going to Lanruo Temple, but he was visiting Yan Chixia?" The man looked slightly.

"That's right, the little monk Zi Mi came from the Fusang land in the east to ask for a visit to the great hero Yan and learn the art of subduing demons and eliminating demons." Maitreya nodded to the man. Because his current name is a bit offensive to the Buddha from the East, he often walked in the Central Plains with his previous name, and the same was true for the certificate of decree.

"Fusang people, the art of subduing demons and eliminating demons?" The man was a little surprised. He thought that this monk was here to compete in Yan Chixia with swords!

"That's right, I don't know the donor's name? I'm also looking for Hero Yan?" Maitreya nodded. The popularity in front of him was calm and peaceful, but his words were arrogant and unhappy. It seemed that he was here to trouble Yan Chixia. And as the situation seemed to be a sword-like person.

"There are really demons in this world? My surname is Xiahou and my name is Rang. I came to find Yan Chixia to compete in swords." The swordsman Xiahou Rang raised his chin slightly, expressed some suspicion, and then reported his name and purpose.

"Yes, the biggest demon is in the heart of a person." Maitreya nodded with a smile.

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost. Judging from your skills just now, I originally planned to compete with you. Now it seems that there is no need." Xiahou Rang looked at the young monk who was laughing with a hint, with a slightly disdainful expression.

"It's true that the monk is definitely not a match for Brother Xiahou." Maitreya didn't care about Xiahou Rang's disdain. He had already seen the gap between him and the other party, so he didn't need to fight at all, because he couldn't beat him at all.

"I told you, monk, not to pretend to be a ghost. I said you don't need to be beaten because the person who beat me has arrived." Xiahou Rang was so angry that he pulled out the sword in his arms, let out a long roar, and then he jumped up and stabbed a big tree with his sword.

"Brother Xiahou..." Xiahou Rang's long sword pierced into the tree, and a figure flashed behind the tree, and he made a quick call and stopped, but Xiahou Rang didn't want him to speak.

"Yan Chixia, don't talk much, let's talk about it after you fight." Xiahou Rang exclaimed with a long exclaim, his momentum was like a rainbow, and the sword in his hand was not useless. He pulled out of the tree and then jumped to chase the man again.

The man was unable to chase after Xiahou, so the man could only draw out his long sword. The two of them fought in the woods. The two swords made a crisp sound in the interweaving battle. The splashes of Mars made Maitreya feel very satisfying.

Just as Xiahou Rang fought with the man, Maitreya retreated to the side, watching the strange man Yan Chixia while watching the battle. He saw that he was wearing a gray dress, his hair was tied around his head, his two thick eyebrows were shiny, and his chin was covered with a circle of curly beard. He looked like Zhong Kui was alive, but his hairline was quite high on his forehead.

Yan Chixia not only had a clear and beautiful appearance, but also had a particularly amazing sword technique. Although she was suppressed by the powerful Xiahou, she was not confused at all. The sword blade in her hand was freely resistant to it, and the sword walked with her, unconsciously moving the battlefield away. The two of them fought from the woods to the open space, and from the open space to the broken Lanruo Temple.

Maitreya followed the battlefield, watching the two of them competed with each other while comparing Chinese and Japanese swordsmanship. Japanese swordsmanship is a derivative of Bushido, and it is important to fight against the enemy on the battlefield, straight, fast, accurate, and ruthless, and the battle between momentum and sword blades. Chinese swordsmanship emphasizes the unity of body and swords, which is a resilience of Shin Yada.

Maitreya stood on the edge of the ruined ancient temple, looking at the guy who had already entered the corridor and had two swords fighting ping-pong, and began to have some fresh insights, but after watching it for a long time, he became tired of it. He was not a sword fool, so he looked up at the sky again and it was already dark.

"When will this be fought?" Maitreya no longer followed in and watched, and only let the two of them fight.

The sky gradually became dark. Yan Chixia and Xiahou Rang fought from the front to the back of the yard, and from the back to the front of the yard. The sound of the sword blades collided everywhere, breaking through several temples and cutting several stone mounts. Maitreya was so sad that he saw it, but fortunately, Xiahou Rang's aura gradually became chaotic and his expression was almost anxious.

With less breath and less physical strength, and anxious, Xiahou Rang's swordsmanship began to show flaws, but Yan Chixia was at ease and followed the sword and avoided Xiahou Rang's sword blade. She did not fight back with Xiahou Rang's flaws, but was just slowly consuming with him.

Just as Xiahou Rang was gradually losing support, Yan Chixia raised her sword to counterattack, and Maitreya was about to come forward to tell Yan Chixia about his purpose to become a disciple, suddenly a poor scholar with a broken box cage was inserted into the battle between the two from the front yard. By chance, he met Yan Chixia's sword blade that slashed towards Xia Hourang.

"It's not such a coincidence!" Maitreya looked at the scholar who suddenly inserted into the battlefield and met Yan Chixia's long sword, and couldn't help but glared slightly. Lanruo Temple, Yan Chixia, the swordsman Xiahou, the scholar was Ning Caichen? Why did he come so coincidence?

Because of the sudden appearance of the scholar, Yan Chixia had to withdraw the sword, and Xiahou Rang also had a moment of breathing, cleaned up the mess again, stepped forward to fight Yan Chixia again.
Chapter completed!