Kacha ~
Chi ~
Hong ~
In the end, the sword light swept across the sky. Yan Chixia rushed out from a dark corner of the pavilion and struck out twice. Sword Qi filled the air with a dense coldness. However, Xia Hou was not an ordinary person. His eyes were sharp. He suddenly roared and slashed at the sword Qi.
Xia Hou successfully blocked the first strike, but the second strike left a bloody wound on his right shoulder.
Now, victory or defeat was clear at a glance!
"Brother Xiahou, you've lost. We've been fighting for thirteen years, and you've lost for thirteen years. But you're really patient, chasing me wherever I go.”
Yan Chixia said to Swordsman Xiahou.
Yang Bufan shook his head and looked over. The two of them landed on the ground. Yan Chixia held a long sword and pointed it at Xia Hou. His face raised.
"Yan Chixia, I didn't expect that not only did I not break your spirit in Lanruo Temple, but I also sharpened your sword.”
Xia Hou's expression was not good. Anyone who wanted to defeat their lifelong enemy only to find themselves getting further and further away from that person would feel bad. Moreover, he had already lost too many times, so many that he could not count them. How could he be willing?
It was said that the one who knew him best was always his enemy or opponent. As Xia Hou had just expressed his displeasure, Yan Chixia spoke up.
"It's not that I've become stronger, but that you don't seek improvement. You're too impatient, your sword is fast but not accurate, and you want to win too much. You're too sharp, your competitive spirit is too strong, and your moves are unpredictable. You have another problem. You are too materialistic and have lost the heart of a swordsman.”
"Yan Chixia, I'm here to compete with you, not to listen to your reasoning."
Xia Hou was furious. In the end, he turned around and left, ignoring Yan Chixia who was behind him.
"Hey, Brother Xiahou!"
Yan Chixia shook his head and walked into Lanruo Temple as well.
"What a good pair of gay friends!"
After the two of them left, Yang Bufan walked out from the side. It had to be said that although Yan Chixia and Xia Hou had fought for so many years, they seemed to have developed feelings for each other. Although Swordsman Xiahou was defeated, his martial arts skills were not fake. Moreover, the reason why he was defeated today was not entirely because of the reasons Yan Chixia had mentioned. It was also partly because Yan Chixia was a Taoist priest after all. His strength was definitely not as simple as one plus one when he practiced Taoist skills and martial arts at the same time. The two complemented each other, and his strength naturally increased more. Therefore, Swordsman Xiahou's defeat was not unjustified.
Yang Bufan looked in the direction where Xia Hou disappeared, then turned around and walked into the temple. He knew that if he followed the plot, that guy would be sucked dry, but he didn't have the time to care about so many things.
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The night was getting darker. The bright moonlight shone around the temple, but with the desolate ancient temple and the tall trees around it, everything looked very strange.
It was quiet at night in Lanruo Temple. Although the rain had not stopped, it had become much lighter. Outside, the wind began to howl, shuttling through the forest like a ghost crying. If a timid person was here, they would probably have peed their pants.
In a dilapidated hut, an oil lamp was flickering. The dim yellow light illuminated the room. Yan Chixia sat cross-legged next to the oil lamp with his sword case beside him.
This was his life. One man, one lamp, and one sword. He had been in this state for several years in Lanruo Temple. He liked to stay in Lanruo Temple. It was far away from the court, far away from disputes, and far away from the many schemes and deception. Although there were demons and ghosts in Lanruo Temple, there was a clear distinction between black and white. Demons were sometimes easier to get along with than humans.
Clang clang....
Suddenly, a crisp bell rang in the empty temple outside. It was so crisp in the middle of the night that it entered Yan Chixia's ears clearly along with the whistling wind.
"It's getting dark. Looks like the tree demon is coming out again." Yan Chixia opened his eyes and muttered to himself."Not good. Brother Xiahou and that scholar.”
"Ah!"
At the same time, on the east side of Lanruo Temple, a shrill scream rang out by a small river pool.
At this moment, if someone was here, they would find a scarlet tongue extending into Xia Hou's mouth. Xia Hou's body was also changing at a visible speed as if his flesh and blood had been sucked out. Finally, he only had a layer of bones and coarse skin.
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