Dream Picking Records

Chapter 147 Han Mouren and Ji Bude

The next day, when the sun was rising, a large group of people had gathered on the bandit mountain again.

Wang Xiao heard someone calling him while he was still asleep.

"Get out here, Murong! I want to learn from you whether your 'returning the favor' approach is as evil as the legend says!"

"Why are you yelling? Do you really think monks don't have temper?"

Wang Xiao was angry when he woke up, and now he just wanted to beat the guy up. He stretched and jumped in front of the provocateur, and his aggressive posture really scared the other party.

"You are the only one who wants to learn from me. I can't beat you to death."

He stretched out his arm, a black brick appeared in his hand, and he was about to slap the other person in the face.

It must be said that after yesterday's practice and the review and reflection at night, he has become more and more proficient in using the black brick. When swinging it, it draws various beautiful arcs in the air, which is as graceful as a startled swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon.

"Junior brother doesn't know how to speak. Brother Dao, for Han's sake, please forgive him this time."

The man who was speaking raised a folding fan to block, but the black brick went around at a tricky angle and hit the shouting man hard in the face.

This time Wang Xiao was more ruthless, and the man fainted before he could even make a sound. He threw the black brick a few more times, thinking about whether he had done something wrong just now.

The man with the folding fan didn't look very happy, and snorted coldly: "Brother Dao, you are too disrespectful to me, Han."

"Face is not given by others, but earned by oneself. Besides, who are you? I will give you face."

Wang Xiao looked impatient. You came to my house and still want me to be nice to you?

"In that case, no wonder Han's men are so ruthless."

"Wait."

"What, are you scared?"

Wang Xiao exhaled and wiped Erhei with his sleeve and said, "I, a poor Taoist, will not shoot for an unknown person."

Han was stunned for a while when he heard this. Wang Xiao saw that he was reluctant to give his name, so he really put away the black brick. In the eyes of the other party, his behavior was even more humiliating.

"I'm so angry!"

Han's teeth were about to break, and the fingers holding the fan were pinched purple. With one palm strike, the aura of the eighth level of Guiyuan was fully displayed.

"So-so."

Wang Xiao commented seriously.

"puff."

Han was so angry about this comment that he spat out a mouthful of blood, and all his momentum was gone. Wang Xiao seized the opportunity and kicked him, leaving a shoe print on his face.

"Bah, bah."

Han stood up and spat out two mouthfuls of blood and dirt mixed with his teeth, his face flushed with shame.

"A warrior can be killed but not humiliated! Destroy the demon and slash it!"

"Fancy."

Faced with a blade that was more than ten meters long, Wang Xiao condensed an identical blade with his backhand and destroyed it. It was only one meter in size.

"It's happened! The legendary "returning one's own way in your own way"!" the people watching the fight shouted.

"Haha, try to imitate it again, Wanxiang Moshang!"

As soon as the move was released, Wang Xiao knew which sect he came from.

Coincidentally, he had just learned this trick.

There was no fancy scene, the two of them just stood there motionless.

Countless humanoid phantoms appeared in front of Wang Xiao, holding thousands of weapons and slashing at his body inch by inch. The pain of Ling Chi continued and the pain was getting bigger and bigger.

The same situation happened to Mr. Han.

The ancients said that knowing yourself and the enemy will ensure victory in every battle, and its importance is perfectly reflected at this moment. After experiencing the moves, Wang Xiao, who was well protected, burned them all with fire.

On the other hand, Han had beads of sweat accumulating, blood dripping from the corners of his eyes, and his whole body twitching uncontrollably.

"What's going on? The former second senior brother of the Demon Slayer Sect seems to have fallen into an illusion."

"You read that right. Both of them were hit by the Myriad Demons, but Murong Bawang is clearly better."

"Brother Han, I'm here to help you!"

Before he finished speaking, another man entered with a sword in hand.

"what is your name?"

"Jibude."

Wang Xiao put his fingers together and pointed them at the tip of the sword, "You are quite aloof. Forget it if you don't want to talk about it. I can't remember it.

"No matter you are from the Qitian Sect or the Phantom Thief lineage, I will defeat you today and avenge Brother Han."

Ji Bude leaned sideways and pointed his sword at Wang Xiao, and the battle was about to break out.

"A sword of frost!"

"A brick is hot!"

The long sword hits the black brick, the raging fire faces the severe cold.

As they confronted each other, accompanied by a "bang", the two men retreated dozens of meters.

The next moment, the two men raised their swords and held bricks and collided with each other again.

As the two of them continued to transfer their spiritual energy, the energy accumulated between them became stronger and stronger.

"My Bihan Sword is actually broken?"

Ji Bude found that his sword had several cracks and immediately thought it was not good. At the same time, he was shocked by the opponent's weapon, which was ordinary but extremely strong.

Wang Xiao shouted loudly, and the opponent's sword shattered. The flying sword fragments cut several wounds on Ji Bude's body.

He kicked his feet, trying to take advantage of the situation to rush forward.

Ji Bude made sword gestures with his hands, and the broken sword was reassembled under his control. At the same time, the sound of sword buzzing filled the air.

Wang Xiao only felt that he was surrounded by invisible sword blades, and a reconstructed long sword above his head was enlarged more than ten times.

"Once this move is used, it will either kill or injure you. I advise you to admit defeat now, it is not too late."

Jibude wiped the blood from his cheek, looking very high-spirited.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you."

Wang Xiao was eager to try, showing no fear. He clenched his hands into fists in front of him, and the bright white light bloomed like the sun, illuminating the bandit mountain in the early morning.

The invisible sword rain arrived as expected, drawing streaks of icy mist.

Wang Xiao swung his fist, hitting each sword blade accurately. Facing the unstoppable Wang Xiao, Ji Bude remained calm.

Wang Xiao keenly discovered the problem. Although the invisible sword blade was broken by him, it did not dissipate and was added to the giant sword above his head.

"kill!"

For a moment, Ji Bude was like a sword god descending to the earth, controlling the Bi Han sword to descend and almost split the space.

Wang Xiao's fists suddenly changed from being strong and fierce as before. The scorching sun dissipated, and was replaced by a layer of soft gauze covering his palms.

Under the incredulous looks of the crowd, he grabbed the blade of the Bihan Sword with both hands and twisted it strangely on the ground. There was no fierce resistance, he seemed to be moving along with the sword.

Although Ji Bude strengthened his control and released stronger sword energy, under Wang Xiao's guidance, the sword energy was completely expelled.

"It's my turn, go ahead, Holy Brick!"

The black bricks are enlarged by the wind and shine with alternative colors in the sun.

Ji Bude was kneeling on one knee and spitting blood, but he propped himself up and released the sword curtain to resist.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao jumped up and stepped on the black bricks. With a force of his feet, the black bricks easily broke through Ji Bude's defense and pressed him under him.

"Han Mouren was too careless and fell to his best move. What a pity."

"Ji Bude was unable to defeat Murong Bawang even with all his strength, even if he was not careless."

At this time, Wang Xiao heard what others said and was stunned.

"Han Mouren? Ji Bude? I thought one of you called yourself Han, and the other couldn't remember, and neither of you wanted to reveal your name."

Wang Xiao silently put down his raised foot and stopped attacking.

He took a deep breath, looked around and said, "Ahem, who else wants to spar with me?"