Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 245 - 224 White Dragon Temple_2

However, the Green Evil Sword Fire still wrapped around him like a meandering green snake. Once it bit into Monk Hu’s exposed skin and flesh, it would instantly char his bones and flesh, clearly showing that his sword power remained.

The other side also didn’t have a way to break the Fire of Breaking Sword Evil, but Tie Dan didn’t know what trick Monk Hu was using, allowing him to resurrect on the spot, nor what exactly Wuyi was, incredibly able to temporarily block sword fire tempered by Heavenly Ruin Sword Qi.

No matter! Let’s see how many times you can resurrect!

Leaping forward with a stab! The Xuanwu Sword pierced the left eye, penetrating the brain!

"Life and death are not the attributes of all lives. Benefactor, you are attached to appearances."

Resurrected!

"Damn your nonsense! Die!"

Kill!

"Life and death are as natural as day and night; it is the will of heaven." freewёbnoνel-com

Resurrected again!

"Stop talking nonsense! I say you die at midnight! Who dares to keep you until dawn!"

Kill, kill, kill!

Tie Dan turbocharged, his sword light dazzling, flying in all directions, leaping and assassinating, using all his strength, with countless sword skills, wielding the Xuanwu Sword as fast as light and shadow, wild as thunderbolt! Swift as wind and thunder!

That Monk Hu was killed and resurrected, killed and resurrected, in pieces, blood river flowing!

But that Monk Hu was indeed badass, instantly standing up no matter how he was killed. Regardless of being split, burned to ashes, or beaten to pulp, he could resurrect on the spot!

Even that Wuyi, clearly a strange object, would shatter with a sweep of Heavenly Ruin Sword Wind, unable to withstand, seemingly just an ordinary monk garment, but could still recover with Monk Hu, absolutely not a magic treasure in any normal sense.

What was more infuriating was that Monk Hu wouldn’t attack, just standing there letting you kill him, behaving as if nothing could hurt him, taunting you.

This pissed off Tie Dan!

Oh really! Someone challenges his expertise! Courting death! There is no one in this world who can’t be killed by a sword!

At this point, Tie Dan was facing him head-on, simply inhaled to gather the sword fire, stood face to face with Monk Hu, directly surrounding the sword tip with Heavenly Ruin Sword Qi, and every time Monk Hu stood up, he stabbed him in the heart before he could speak, killing him with each stab, to see who could endure longer!

Jian Jia couldn’t hold it any longer...

"Bang!"

A golden bullet shot close to his ear, which Tie Dan reflexively split with a sword, interrupting his sword dance.

"Imperial Guard! Aren’t you leaving yet!"

Tie Dan’s killing intent had not subsided, but he knew the opportunity was lost. Seeing Monk Hu resurrect again, he turned the sword light, blossoming into Sword Flower, slicing off his limbs, and kicked him into the fire with a flying kick.

Then Tie Dan rang his sword, put away the Green Evil Sword Fire, called back the Sparrow Fan, and with a few leaps, followed Jian Jia out of the temple.

After all, White Dragon Temple was an important place for hosting monk guests and ambassadors, and it was right outside Yong Gate. Getting burned under the City Guardian Immortal Soldiers’ watch immediately alarmed the whole city. People came from all directions to put out the fire.

Tie Dan mixed into the crowd and ran out, urgently asking on the way,

"Did you see how many times I killed him?"

Jian Jia remembered,

"Thirty-seven."

The same as what he remembered.

It couldn’t be an illusion trick; he was indeed killed.

Indeed, whether chopping humans or ghosts, even if Tie Dan couldn’t tell, his sword should know.

This ’My Sword’ wasn’t content with killing once every seven days; even missing a single day made it restless. By the seventh day, it couldn’t be restrained, truly merciless, wanting to slash any living thing it saw.

Previously, Tie Dan thought he could endure it, but he couldn’t; his character truly became a bit twisted, with the killer intent of bloodthirsty fighting and cold-blooded slaughter seemingly branded in his heart along with the manic fire within.

Seems this time, soaking in the bath daily with two women, really bottled him up.

Anyway, if randomly swinging at illusions could satiate My Sword, it would have been simple. Hence, it certainly wasn’t an illusion.

Hmm, this Monk Hu, really could quench the thirst for blood. And you don’t say, killing him was quite fun.

Every time he stabbed this guy to death, Tie Dan experienced immense delight from the depth of his heart. A sense of achievement like catching a fish, it just felt so good, which drove him into a frenzy, having to stab until death...

But what on earth is this guy? Definitely not human, right? Thirty-seven times of killing without dying? What kind of magical effect is this? Magic treasure? Secret Skill? Left Dao?

Moreover, thinking carefully, the Heavenly Ruin Sword Qi and Green Evil Sword Fire were defenses Monk Hu couldn’t withstand, completely piercing defense, if hit, he died, with no countermeasures. If Tie Dan hadn’t actively retracted the sword fire to hide his tracks, he could indeed let him resurrect and burn until death. So really, it’s not an issue of lacking attack power.

Perhaps it can’t be completely killed, rather it’s that he simply has too many lives?

For the moment, Tie Dan couldn’t figure it out, so he and Jian Jia temporarily escaped the fire scene.

Fortunately, this place, White Dragon Temple, wasn’t an essential military site, and although the Green Evil Dao Fire seemed fierce, due to insufficient innate fire power, it was just the size of a sparrow, and later the sword fire was controlled and retracted by Tie Dan, so it didn’t actually cause much damage to people or property.

The Imperial Guard made a show of using the Jade Purification Bottle to artificially rain, considered the fire extinguished. They casually arrested a few bystanders as arsonists, extorted some gold and silver, and that was the end of the case. However, as the victim in White Dragon Temple, the great rebel of Kan Country, Stone Dragon ambassador, Monk Hu’s Dao Jia complaints made the matter big.

At first glance, burning White Dragon Temple seemed less of a loss compared to burning the National Protection Temple, no one died, only a few monasteries were damaged, but the nature of the situation was entirely different.

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