Xinhu said in a deep voice: "I don't know what Master Li means."

Li Zhichang said: "I mean I want this Bodhidharma Yijin Sutra, it's clear enough."

Xinhu said: "It's clear enough, but if the donor insists on doing this, then I have to offend him."

At this time, A Fei suddenly spoke, "You seem to have forgotten that I brought this Yijin Jing. I don't agree that no one is allowed to take it away." At this time, Xinhu and others were delighted. They had seen A Fei's sword just now, and it was a sword that human power could not avoid. If A Fei and Li Zhichang were against each other, they would have much more confidence to keep Li Zhichang behind.

Li Zhichang chuckled softly and said, "A Fei, how could I forget this? But I have something that makes you willingly give me the Yijin Jing."

A Fei opened his falcon-like eyes and said, "I don't want to know what can impress me, now I want to know one thing."

Li Zhichang said: "What's the matter?"

A Fei held the iron-like sword tightly and said word by word: "By the sword." During the days when A Fei and Li Xun were together, Li,** said that his sword might not be as good as Li Zhichang's sword. A Fei asked: Is Li Zhichang's sword faster than him?

Li Xun, Huan shook his head and said: No, A Fei's sword may be the fastest sword in the world, but it may not be the most powerful sword in the world.

It is difficult for A Fei to understand that the faster the sword, the better, so if he meets Li Zhichang again, he must see what kind of sword this sword is that is stronger than him.

Li Zhichang's expression was condensed and he said, "This is not a good place to compare with swords. Your swordsmanship is very powerful, but it is not yet at the point where I can draw my sword."

Ah Fei was silent, and he had said all the words, so there was no need to say anything more. The end of life is death, and the end of words is sword.

No one saw how A Fei's sword was drawn, and even Li Zhichang couldn't see clearly what A Fei's posture was when he drew the sword. He stopped talking after the sword had been released. The sword was the most profound language.

A Fei’s meaning is very clear. If you don’t shoot the sword, you will die!

Did Li Zhichang draw his sword? He didn't draw his sword?

A Fei's sword had already forced the air to kill, and seemed to have stopped time. No language could describe the speed of this sword, and no sword could describe the determination of this sword. Any sword technique in the world has changed, and A Fei's sword has not changed. Any sect in the world cannot do without the six characters of chop, stab, sweep, sweep, and hang, but A Fei's sword technique is only sting.

Li Zhichang was also surprised. A Fei's sword was a little faster than he expected. His martial arts tricks were always unable to escape the barriers of from simple to traditional, from complex to simple, but A Fei's sword could never change at a glance, and there was only a simple stab. He had practiced this stab more than ten thousand times, and this stab would only have one outcome if he used the opponent, and that was the sword. This sword was difficult for 99% of martial arts masters in the world to avoid, but this sword could not do anything to Li Zhichang.

When the sword edge was about to touch Li Zhichang, Li Zhichang moved. He jumped backwards, and his speed was faster than A Fei's sword. Li Zhichang retreated three feet in this moment, and A Fei's sword was always at the center of his eyebrows. But when A Fei's last sword energy was about to explode in Li Zhichang's eyebrows, Li Zhichang moved.

He gently stretched out his finger and bounced on A Fei's sword body. The wind of a yang finger fell on A Fei's sword, and a loud sound of gold and iron resounded in the Zen temple. The confrontation between the two most powerful masters in the world was in this pure Buddhist place, and even the heads of the Shaolin Temple did not have the ability to intervene, and of course there was no intention to intervene. Shaolin Temple has always produced many masters, but no one could reach the heights of A Fei and Li Zhichang.

Li Zhichang's yang finger did not take much time to practice, so even though he had extremely deep internal strength, he only practiced this yang finger to the third level, which was not as good as Yideng, a second-level realm that was unprecedented. Ah Fei was not only fast in the sword, but also not weak in the internal force. Li Zhichang's domineering finger did not completely bounce his sword.

At this time, Feixue fell down again, landed on the sword, landed on A Fei's thick eyebrows, and on Li Zhichang's robe as white as Feixue. A Fei stabbed another sword, which was faster than before. It penetrated Feixue, and stabbed Li Zhichang's chest straight and thrust.

Li Zhichang's face was calm, his heart was like ice and snow, and the sky was not shocked. The falling snow seemed to be bound by an invisible suction force, and soon formed an ice cone in Li Zhichang's hand. The ice cone in Li Zhichang's hand was an invincible weapon, with the tip of the needle facing the wheat, the tip of the cone facing the sword.

The ice chips exploded and scattered around, and A Fei's sword had stopped.

His cold eyes revealed his reluctance, but he said, "I lost."

For a real swordsman, admitting defeat is more terrifying than dying, but A Fei still faces it calmly. Being inferior to others is not as good as others. Only by clearly understanding the gap can the gap be made up. This is the truth.

Li Zhichang said: "You have no intention of killing, so this is not your strongest sword. You don't have to be depressed."

A Fei said: "If you lose, you lose." He turned around and wanted to leave.

Li Zhichang said: "Don't leave first, I have something to give to you."

A Fei said: "You know, I would rather die than owe others."

Li Zhichang said: "Maybe, this thing is worthy of your attention than your life, it is related to Shen Lang."

Ah Fei paused, and his body had already turned around and turned back. There seemed to be an undetectable wet feeling in his eyes. He was a colder person than Bing, but now there was a gust of blood coming up from his chest. He said, "Give it to me."

Li Zhichang said: "Take it."

A Fei took the object given by Li Zhichang, and the four words "Lianghua Baojian" were reflected in his eyes. A Fei looked at Li Zhichang deeply and said, "This is indeed more important than my life. This is what I owe you. No matter what price I pay, I will repay it. I hope you don't die when I repay this favor." Everyone in the martial arts world knows the relationship between Wang Lianhua and Shen Lang, and A Fei knows their relationship better than anyone in the world. A Fei is really polite to Li now.

Zhichang is very grateful, but he will not say that he will repay him when he should repay him, and will never owe him a minute. The people in Shaolin Temple cannot trap Li Zhichang. He knows better than anyone else, and now he is more eager to see if there are any clues about Shen Lang's whereabouts in Lianhua Baojian. He was originally a very patient person who could wait, but this time he didn't want to wait for a moment, so he left and left at a speed that ordinary people could not imagine.

Everyone knew that A Fei's sword was very fast, but at this time, the monks in the Shaolin Temple in the Zen temple saw that A Fei's light skills were no less than his sword skills. Just now, A Fei flew three feet away from the heads of the monks guarding the courtyard wall, and his toes touched the ground and flew up again. On the ground full of ice and snow, he could still use the ultimate light skills of "Dragonfly Three Water Copying". Even though the Shaolin monks were above the top, they couldn't help but be moved by it.
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