Xia do not stay

Chapter 426

They didn't expect this person's lightness kung fu to be so high. With their kung fu, they didn't realize it for a while.

"Quick, hurry up!"

The abbot said anxiously: "If you lose this knife, I, Shaolin, will not be able to explain it when Gu Daxia returns!"

The three performed lightness kung fu and quickly chased after them.

The lightness kung fu of the three of them is Shaolin's unique skill of crossing the river with a reed, and it is also the top lightness kung fu in the rivers and lakes, but it pales in comparison to that man in black. Seeing that the two sides are getting farther and farther away, they will soon be thrown away .

The abbot threw away the Jiulong Zen stick in a hurry, just to speed up a little.

Situ Zhaixing was flying fast in the air, and laughed loudly: "Go back and tell that Martial God that I want his saber, hahaha!"

Hearing this wild laughter, the abbot and his three blushed, and their hearts were filled with the anger of King Kong's conquest of demons, but their lightness kung fu was far inferior to others, so they could only watch the other party fly away with the magic soldiers.

Just when the abbot was about to give up, suddenly, a voice resounded between heaven and earth.

"You don't need to tell anyone, Gu is right here."

The voice pierced through the sky and the earth, echoing endlessly, as if it wanted to use the wind as a medium to spread across the four seas of Kyushu, and the blue fall and the yellow spring.

Situ Zhaixing was shaken all over. He, who was always used to seeing wind and rain, suddenly felt a great panic deep in his heart.

However, under the crisis, all his potential was forced out, and the operation of Qinggong became smoother and faster, and the speed increased again.
All of a sudden, his heart opened up, and he felt that the sky was high enough for birds to fly, and the sea was wide enough for a fish to jump. He had a faint premonition that if he could escape from Gu Yang's hand successfully this time, his lightness kung fu would definitely go one step further!
However, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

boom!
The figure of Situ Zhaixing running like lightning stopped suddenly, as if being crushed by a mountain, he fell quickly.

He gritted his teeth, dodged in the air again and again, and took out housekeeping skills, flashing dozens of afterimages in succession, trying to shake off the hand on his shoulder.

However, that hand followed like a shadow, no matter how hard he tried his best, he couldn't get rid of it, just like a monkey under the palm of the Tathagata Buddha.

Boom!

After a loud bang, the cloud and smoke dispersed.

Situ Zhaixing plunged straight into the ground, his hair was disheveled, and the black cloth covering his face was also torn apart. He was in a trance and was very embarrassed.

He seemed to have received a huge blow, and his expression was astonished, as if in a dream.

A handsome young man in white clothes stood in front of him. He was tall and tall, his bones were clear and strange, and he was extraordinary.

"Gu... Gu Yang!"

Situ Zhaixing's mouth trembled, and he called out the name tremblingly.

At this moment, his heart was full of remorse.

As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is one. Originally, he thought that even if he couldn't beat Gu Yang, it would be no problem to escape.

However, the experience just now slapped him hard!

Gu Yang easily suppressed him with only one hand, very relaxed and comfortable, as if he was just traveling in the mountains and rivers, and caught a small thief by the way.

At this moment, Situ Zhaixing scolded the old monk Liuyu in his heart, no wonder the old guy coveted this magical weapon so much, but he refused to take it by himself, but encouraged himself.

I also blame myself for being too conceited, knowing that Gu Yang might sit in Shaolin, but still take the risk.

"The Martial God's reputation is well-deserved, the old man admits it!"

Gu Yang looked at him and said with a smile: "Your lightness kung fu is pretty good, even for me, it took me three full breaths to catch up with you, which is rare."

What I said is killing people and killing people.

At this time, the three abbots also arrived and fell down.

"Amitabha, the old monk was ineffective in guarding and almost had the Thunder Knife stolen. I really feel guilty—"

Gu Yang stopped and said: "The abbot doesn't need to blame himself. This person is the master of the robbers. A generation of robbers, Situ, has reached the level of perfection. It is understandable that you can't catch up."

"Amitabha, thanks to Gu Daxia who came back in time, he was able to stop this thief!"

After a pause, the abbot said, "I don't know how Jingxin and Xuanji are doing now?"

Seeing the concern in his eyes, Gu Yang smiled slightly, no matter what, the abbot is sincere to Jing Xin.

"Don't worry, it's all right."

Gu Yang took out the letter from Xuanji Divine Monk, handed it to the abbot and said, "You can read it for yourself, oh yes, during this trip to the grassland, I also killed Basiba by the way."

The abbot's eyelids twitched.

By the way, kill a... Basiba?

That is Master Meng Yuan!

Just when he was extremely shocked, Gu Yang's voice sounded again.

"I also had a fight with West Kunlun. That guy barely fought me to a tie with his magic weapon. Hehe, after I subdue the Thunder Knife, I'll chop off that guy's head and kick it as a ball."

Gu Yang boasted that he didn't make drafts, and his expression didn't change.

No longer caring about the abbot, Gu Yang looked at Situ Zhaixing, and said calmly, "Where's the knife?"

Situ Zhaixing trembled all over. He heard what he said just now. At this moment, he realized how powerful Gu Yang is.

The great master said to kill, kill it!

Speaking of which, the three great masters of Meng Yuan, Ba Siba, Meng Chixing, and Er Ri Ti, all died at his hands!
And I... actually want to steal this person's weapon?
Situ Zhaixing didn't dare to crawl out from the ground, he stretched out his hand and raised the thunder knife high, respectfully said: "Here it is, it is here!"

"I think this knife is a bit dirty, and I'm about to clean it for Lord Valkyrie."

As the owner of the Thief Sect, he is completely shameless, an old man, very obsequious to Gu Yang.

But this is also the wind of stealing the door.

The strength of character is the stuff of scholar-bureaucrats, and there is a way for any thief. No matter how nice it is, it is actually a group of thieves.

There is probably no other person in this world who is as amazingly talented as Chu Liuxiang.

Gu Yang chuckled, took the knife, saw the black blood on it, his eyes were deep.

"The knife is indeed dirty, but why bother to look far away?"

Gu Yang put the knife on his neck, and said: "Gu has heard that sacrificial sword with the blood of the master can increase the sharpness, why don't we... try it?"

Situ Zhaixing's heart trembled, he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and said: "Gu Daxia...don't make fun of me."

"Okay, then tell me, who asked you to steal the knife?"

Situ Zhaixing struggled for a while, and finally compromised.

"It's that old monk from the True Demon of Six Desires, and I was also bewitched by him!"

Between his old friend and his own life, he chose the latter without hesitation.

"The True Demon of Six Desires..."

Gu Yang looked at the pitch-black blood on the knife, and with his spiritual cultivation, it was not difficult to perceive the filth and madness in it, almost full of all kinds of desires, greed, hatred, ignorance, and hatred, stirring people's hearts invisibly.

If it wasn't for the presence of all the masters, I'm afraid they would be in a state of confusion at this moment, bewildered by the five aggregates, and fight crazily.

With that said, Gu Yang turned his head and looked into the distance, his gaze seemed to pass through the barrier of mountains, and he saw a monk in black with a smile on his face.

The monk just glanced at Gu Yang from a distance, with deep fear in his eyes, he clasped his palms together, glanced at the Thunder Saber in Gu Yang's hand, and left resolutely, although he felt reluctant.

Gu Yang didn't pursue him. This black-clothed monk was a great master. He was hiding in a very well-measured place, just a thousand feet away from him. At this distance, Gu Yang couldn't directly injure the enemy mentally, and it was also difficult to catch up.

Gu Yang tapped the thunder knife in his hand, and sighed: "Brother Dao, you have just been born, and you are about to set off a bloody storm."

"Fortunately, you fell into Gu's hands. If you were someone else, you really couldn't hold back."

(End of this chapter)