Qin Mengyao stepped into the willow forest covered by starlight...,., first.

In her life dedicated to the kendo, there are not many things that can make her heart moved. Life and death are just different fronts for her. The journey between life and death is just a short journey. Everything will pass, and anything will eventually disappear without a trace.

In her heart, only swordsmanship is eternal. But "sword" is not an end, but a means, a means to explore the mystery of life and death and existence.

That is the nirvana of martial arts. No one knows when that will happen? Will it happen? And what will happen after it happens?

The eight masters of Mongolian a hundred years ago touched the ground in the meditation room of the Potala Palace and left with a smile; without a master's order, he came from the east, and disappeared in the room of the ten secret gates; the heroic hero, the genius, jumped away from the high cliff hanging a hundred feet away.

But the philosopher is gone!

How she hoped that they could return to the world and tell her what happened. But "ignorance" is the iron law of life. You don't know life or death!

Pang Ban is also groping on this road. Twenty years ago, Pang Ban had seen through the illusion of the world, otherwise he would not have retired for twenty years. He practiced the great magic of Taoist mind and even gave up Yan Jing'an and gave up the love and hatred that made people intoxicated. Who can really understand what he is doing?

Or only Lang Fanyun can understand him. If you add another person, the famous Xiao Yun may also understand.

Only these three outstanding people in this world can make her heart moved. She has seen her once. Although her face is ugly, she is a rare strange man in the world. Especially her free and unrestrained heart and sincere to the world, she is particularly moved.

There is also Xiao Yun. Some people say that he is free and unrestrained, born with a genius, while others say that he is strange and fickle. No matter what, this person has stood at the peak of martial arts and has a misty whereabouts. She doesn't know if she can see him in this life. Because so far, no one has been able to grasp his footsteps.

And today, she was about to see another strange man. Thinking of this, her speed gradually accelerated, and Liu Lin retreated on both sides.

The road to the forest is over, and the most famous "Liuxin Lake" next to the willow forest is in front of you.

A small boat slowly sailed from a distance. A majestic man sat stern like a rock, rowing the boat rhythmically with both hands. When the wooden oars hit the water, it made a gentle sound.

"Meng Yao said hello to the devil on behalf of his master!" Qin Mengyao gave a little blessing. Looking at the back of her eyes as steady as a mountain, her heart was as clear as a mirror, without any trace of dust, and gradually ripples rose. Just like when she first met Lang Fanyun. This is a kind of attraction naturally triggered by reaching the realm of heaven.

Pang Ban turned around, and his almost perfect face suddenly appeared. His eyes, which seemed to have infinite wisdom, looked deep at Qin Mengyao and said softly: "I'm having fun traveling to the lake late at night, Mengyao, please!"

Qin Mengyao smiled slightly, moved slightly, and was already sitting steadily at the bow of the ship. Pang Ban smiled happily, but he could not see how he could use his oars to move. The speed of the small ship suddenly increased and shot towards the center of the lake like an arrow.

"When Jing'an wrote back to me, only saying a few words, "I will give you a disciple, but I will also train a disciple to restrain you." Unexpectedly, this day will finally come." Pang Ban looked up at the starry sky, and a trace of unrecognizable pain flashed through his eyes.

Qin Mengyao's heart was trembling and said, "Where is my senior sister?"

Pang Ban's expression returned to Gu Jing Bubo's expression: "No one knows where she is. Since three years ago, I have never felt her aura again. Perhaps, when you see Xiao Yun, who is known as the "two major strange bars" with Lang Fanyun, the answer will be revealed."

"Xiao Yun... It turns out that senior sister is with him." Qin Mengyao lowered her head, thinking.

"Jing'an, Jing'an. Are you happy? Twenty years ago. That Langfanyun did not disappoint your expectations and was already on the same level as Pang... Not only that, the miracle you were looking forward to also appeared. As soon as he took action, he pointed directly at Pang's heart. The disciple you sent was taken away by him. At this moment, the good disciple you trained had been found. In this game, Pang lost." Pang Ban's eyes were covered with a layer of mysterious expression.

Mo Ming's expression gradually faded away, and his eyes suddenly glanced at Liulin beside him. The coldness flashed. "Mengyao is here. Pang is certainly happy. Some sluts fly around like flies. I wonder if it will be annoying?"

"Amitabha! The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore. Donor Pang, why not turn back early?"

A Buddha's chant rang in the willow forest where Pang Ban's eyes were everywhere, and was sent peacefully. Although it was not loud, it had a deep power, which made people feel willing to obey.

After the words came, a tall gray-clothed monk rose to the top of the Liulin: "I am a monk, 'Bodhi Garden', to pay homage to Mr. Pang." His whole body was undulating like a big leaf with the willow waves, under his long white eyebrows, his eyes seemed to open and close.

"Hehe. It's so lonely that I stay alone in the forest. The magician is in contact with each other, how dare I not follow him? The little Taoist in Wudang, please see the magician and Miss Qin." Liulin on the right moved again, and a smile seemed to be quite old, forty or fifty years old, but his expression and manner always had a naive and simple taste. The fat Taoist who attracted favor when he saw it came out of the forest.

The voice is still there, and three people walk out of the lake shore on the other side, from left to right, followed by the ancient sword pool master "banana rain" Leng Tiexin, the Izumo Temple master "Cuixi Shuangguang" Yun Qing, and the Xining master "Yangshou" Sha Qianli.

Pang Ban directly locked his eyes at the highest martial arts craftsman, and smiled slightly, "I didn't expect that several seed masters in the eight schools have reached the innate level. Especially, you, the young monk, you are only fifty years old and your eyebrows have turned white and long. You can tell that you have reached the 17th level of the "Bodhicitta Kung Fu". If I let you go, can you practice to achieve the innate level of white eyebrows and black, long eyebrows and shortness within a hundred days, and reach the innate level of the 18th level of the heart."

Fa Ke's whole body was shocked, and his body couldn't help but sink, and he almost fell off the willow tree. He didn't expect that Pang Ban could see through the depth of his skills in just one glance. According to his original idea, he could only sit in the 18th day of meditation to reach the extreme state of the 18th level of Bodhicitta practice.

When the local area received urgent news from the Twelve Elderly Association, the Supreme Command of the Eight Sects Alliance, asking him to come here to meet with other seed masters, he had thought of disobeying his orders and working hard for another hundred days to achieve complete success. However, in the end, he still thought about the overall situation and followed the orders.

But there was always a thorn in his heart. Unexpectedly, such a complicated thought was suddenly pointed out by Pang Ban. The opponent's eyes that were almost divine would not teach him how to almost fall from the tree. He originally decided that he would challenge Pang Ban when he came, but when he reached his throat, he suddenly couldn't say it.

The faces of the little daoist and others couldn't help but change. They naturally had a vague situation. However, they didn't expect that Pang Ban could tell them in one word. Judging from the appearance of Fa Ke, it was obvious that his ambition had been taken away, and it was good to be able to be half of his usual level.

With just one sentence, their main attack situation suddenly turned into a passive. Several people couldn't help but secretly slamming in their hearts: Pang Ban was so powerful before he could take action. If he did, wouldn't it be even more powerful?

Qin Mengyao looked at Pang Ban and said softly: "Master! Can you let them go?"

Pang Ban's eyes cold and said, "Mengyao! Sorry, I suddenly wanted to kill a few people to see them, so that they can know how powerful they are."

Qin Mengyao was shocked and knew that the eight-sected master of the Eight Sect Alliance, an unjust act of taking advantage of the dangers of others, had made the Demon Lord Gaidai, who always valued heroes and was very angry.

Pang Ban's mouth sneered, and his left hand was extended, and he stretched out his oar into the water and took a light stroke. The boat moved aside about a foot as if it was being held by someone in the water. At the same time, he waved his right hand, and another skill was flying out of his hand, as if it was like lightning, stimulating.

Going to the lake more than ten feet away.

'blow'!

A strong arrow broke out from the lake where the boat was just now, and the birds shot into the air like a slanted leaf of the water. At the same time, the sound of water sounded slightly in the direction of the oars flying. A man wearing black water leaned against him, carrying a big bow on his back and jumped out of the water.

The oar shot silently into his chest. The man was shocked and slashed out with all his strength, hitting the oar.

The paddle turned into pieces.

Everyone had just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly they were stunned again, and there was no time to scream.

It turned out that although the front half of the wooden oar turned into pieces, the second half was solid and continued to shoot at the man without any impact. Pang Ban threw it casually, and the beauty of working hard was indeed incredible.

The man used all his strength to the blow just now. But he didn't know that the oar head turned into pieces without any effort, which made him feel very uncomfortable because of his excessive force. Before the gulp of blood was spit out, the remaining piece of pulp had penetrated into his chest, brought a rain of blood, and then penetrated into his chest.

The man didn't even scream, but fell back into the lake and died.

The eight sects were clearly and secretly on the shore, and they were also frightened. They could not have imagined that the Shaolin master "Pengyun Arrow" Cheng Wang, who had used cold arrows in the water, ended Pang Ban as soon as they met. No matter how firm their minds were, they couldn't help but feel numb. The plan to use cold arrows in the water was proposed by Cheng Wang himself. In the end, he could escape calmly. Unexpectedly, Pang Ban could fully grasp the direction of his escape, and calculate the exact point of his leaping all his energy, and then use tricks to kill the enemy. They also thought of the dangerous task of besieging Pang Ban, but they never expected that it would be so dangerous!

The lake water has been dyed red.

A cold snorted from the other side of the shore, and three other figures flashed out. One of the tall, thin middle-aged men jumped off the shore and flew to Cheng Wangshen. He reached out and grabbed Cheng Wang, then pointed to the water surface, and flew back to the shore. His movements were like flowing water, which was very beautiful. It was Xie Feng, the father of Xie Qinglian, the deceased in the Han family murder case. Behind him was a man and a woman, the masters of the same school, Hongdacai, Hongdacai and Zheng Qingjiao.

"The long white 'clouds and rain' is not the case even if the immortal gods come in person." Pang Ban glanced at the three of them lightly, but set his eyes in the forest: "I guess the three in the forest are Shaolin monks and Xiangshi friends."

"The magician has good eyesight. Xiang Qingqiu and his wife Yun Shang, pay homage to you all the experts." A middle-aged man and woman, who were like gods, slowly walked out from the small path in the forest. The man was wearing Confucian uniforms, but his mind was majestic: the woman was petite and weak, but her temperament was noble and her expression was graceful.

"Amitabha." The sword monk reluctantly stepped out of the forest. His gentle steps were heard in the ears of everyone, sometimes high and sometimes low, as if the master of his footsteps was standing in front of him, and seemed to be invisible.

A bright light flashed in Pang Ban's eyes: "You are the disciple of Monk Jujie, Monk Rebroken. I once heard that you are the most outstanding figure among the eight sects. Today, you are indeed well-known. Among the eight sects who come here today, you are the only one who has reached the innate extreme realm. You are indeed outstanding innate. If you give you ten years, it will not be difficult to become the new generation leader of the eight sects. Unfortunately, you shouldn't look for Pang like your master! Hahahaha."

Speaking of the last sentence, a strong aura suddenly erupted from Pang Ban's body. The overwhelming pressure instantly covered everyone's space. The surrounding space suddenly became sticky.

"Puff..." The willow trees on all sides seemed to be suffering from a storm and fell to the ground one after another.

The faces of the Eight Sects changed drastically. They knew that the Great Demon Lord was finally going to make a move. They used their skills to resist the pressure from all directions in the air. However, in addition to being reluctant to leave, they could still stand firm, and the others couldn't help but retreat.

Qin Mengyao stood beside Pang Ban, not at all affected by Pang Ban's momentum. But looking at the people of the Eight Sects who were falling back one after another, a wave of surging waves broke out in her heart. She only heard that Pang Ban was severely injured by Li Ruohai and did not exert her usual strength. She thought that even if the Eight Sects lost this siege, she would have escaped unsuccessfully. But at this moment, when she saw the power that Pang Ban burst out, she realized how naive her thoughts were.

At this moment, she suddenly remembered what the master said to her: You can never imagine how powerful Pang Ban is if you don’t have the level of Pang Ban.

Now she finally understood. Pang Ban was already at a level that others could not imagine. Even if she was seriously injured, she was not comparable to those of the Eight Sects. Just looking at her now beside Pang Ban, but she was not affected by the slightest momentum, you can imagine that Pang Ban still has the strength to control her. If Pang Ban was really determined to keep all the people of the Eight Sects, I am afraid that no one can escape without leaving!

"The devil master. The family master died under the devil master. The little monk dared not forget it for a moment. Tonight, the little monk challenged the devil master on behalf of the devil master, and no one else could interfere. If the devil master wins, the other people would not dare to disturb the devil master Yaxing and retreat immediately!"

I reluctantly took the first two steps and stared at Pang Ban without a moment.

Pang Ban smiled faintly and said, "Monk, you want to exchange your life for the lives of the rest of the people. If you had said it for a while, Pang might have agreed. Unfortunately, it's too late now."

Qin Mengyao sighed lightly, and her mood calmed down in an instant, reaching a state of clear water. She had made a decision and decided not to borrow everything to save these white masters who had stepped into the gate of hell with half a foot.

Pang Ban seemed to have some sense, his eyes gradually became cold, and he turned to Qin Mengyao and said, "Has Mengyao decided to interfere in this matter? Ruo Mengyao practiced hard for several days and completely stabilized his own realm at the extreme. Perhaps you and Reluctant can still stop him. But now Mengyao is unstable. If you force yourself, you will not only not be able to save these guys. You may also regress your own mental state. Mengyao can consider it?"

A look of perseverance flashed in Qin Mengyao's eyes. If these eight elites cannot be killed in the hands of Pang Ban. If these people were not present in Bai Dao, the Bai Dao River, which had just improved, would be paralyzed again.

Just as she was about to reply, she suddenly saw Pang Ban's body pausing suddenly. She raised her head suddenly, and her eyes were filled with incredible expressions.

Qin Mengyao couldn't help but look at Pang Ban's gaze in surprise. But she found that at some point, another figure appeared on a willow tree on the shore.
Chapter completed!