It was at most one finger deep, and compared to his body size, it was certainly not fatal. It just made his muscles curl up and look more hideous.
If the wound was in the throat, it would definitely be fatal, but this was just a sparring match, and the Thirteenth Master would not use any killing moves. Moreover, Niu Benben was not so weak as to expose his throat to be stabbed by the Thirteenth Master.
So the scene was very tense.
The Thirteenth Master's sword moves were fierce, but every move hit the hard stone.
Niu Benben has an incredible defense, but it is difficult for him to cause any harm to the Thirteenth Master.
He got angry and yelled, "Do you dare to confront me head-on? I'll smash your ass!"
"Oh……"
Thirteenth Master lifted up his red shorts with an indifferent look on his face: "My sword is the hardest, not my butt!"
"hateful!"
Niu Benben shook the sweat off his head and said, "No more fighting! It's boring!"
Having said that, he walked out of the venue.
The people and passion outside the venue.
"Uncle Niu! The fresh grass I just harvested is juicy, sweet and delicious. Let's harvest my wheat field in a few days!"
"Oh! You have the nerve to give me such a small amount of fodder? Lord Niu, my little cow has just grown up, please be kind and show me some favor!"
"Get lost! Don't think I don't know that your little cow is the offspring of Lord Niu. What are you thinking?"
Niu Benben was originally a little lustful, but when he heard this, he was suddenly shocked and immediately followed the man who invited him to eat hay.
Ying Wuji: “…”
This bull demon is doing really well.
After not seeing each other for a few years, Niu Benben's strength has improved by leaps and bounds.
The Thirteenth Master's combat capability was considered top-notch in the realm of spiritual enlightenment, and he was especially famous for his fierce attacks. He might not be able to match a powerful killer like Nangong Yan on the battlefield, but in a one-on-one fight, Nangong Yan's chances of winning were no more than 30%.
But even so, the Thirteenth Master almost couldn't break Niu Benben's defense. There were even several times when the bull almost broke the Thirteenth Master's sword with its horns. If it weren't for the Thirteenth Master's powerful true energy, he would probably have been defeated.
Now Niu Benben is probably considered a good fighter among the demon kings.
The defense and hardness of the horns are abnormally strong.
Could it be... this is the fate of being an official?
Why does it feel like his improvement is greater than that of good ministers and powerful generals?
Is it because he has pulled too much and has too many political achievements?
"This is a hottie!"
From a big tree in the distance, Hu Huhu sneered, jumped down from the tree, and came towards them bouncing.
The big tree also turned into the appearance of a golden thorn and followed slowly.
"Ying Thirteen!"
Hu Huhu came up to him with a smile: "Thank you very much! If it weren't for you, I don't know how big this fool would be!"
The Thirteenth Master put away his sword and replied calmly, "My sword is suitable for killing people, not for teaching people a lesson. For your sister's sake, I will help you once, but if you come to me next time, it'd better not be for such a boring thing."
After saying that.
He chopped it in mid-air and went straight into the crack.
"Hey! You..."
It was too late for Hu Huhu to hold him back. He looked at the place where the crack disappeared with a bit of disappointment and snorted in dissatisfaction: "You are an old man, who would want to find you!"
dark place.
Ying Wuji grinned.
Then he locked onto the Thirteenth Master's aura and took a step forward.
The hillside of a low mountain.
A lonely grave.
A thatched cottage.
The Thirteenth Master wiped the sweat from his forehead, threw the wooden bucket into the well, and after it was filled with water, he lifted it up and poured it over himself. Only then did he feel that the scorching heat was diluted a lot.
After changing out of his flirty red shorts, he glanced towards the lonely grave.
Behind the grave there is a lush and green tree, which casts a cool shade on the lonely grave.
You can feel the coolness at just one glance.
The Thirteenth Master smiled, walked to the grave, lay down on the soft chair, closed his eyes and rested.
"This tree... is it a golden thorn tree that has been ripened? My goodness, it's too lush and leafy. And this grave is full of lush flowers and plants. It must be a level 10 gardening project. Is this something that happened randomly?"
"You kid!"
The Thirteenth Master laughed and scolded, "You came here without asking for permission, so you're asking for a beating!"
Ying Wuji appeared with a smile. He had been to this place ten years ago. There was only a half-dead tree providing shade, and it looked quite desolate.
The Thirteenth Master opened his eyes and asked, "Tell me! What are you doing here this time?"
"Um……"
Ying Wuji pondered for a moment and said, "Hua Chao's painting skills have improved, but he has not yet figured out reincarnation. I only used a drop of your blood to paint a picture."
As he spoke, he took out a scroll from his bracelet.
The Thirteenth Master quickly sat up and opened the scroll with trembling hands.
The woman in the painting is lifelike, her eyes are gentle yet playful. She gazes at Ying Shisan gently, her red lips seem to move slightly, as if she wants to say something but stops herself.
As if alive.
Just a moment.
The Thirteenth Master's eyes turned red and his breathing became a little disordered.
After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Very good!"
Ying Wuji apologized: "It's a pity that Hua Chao's cultivation is still shallow and he hasn't broken through to the realm of enlightenment. The person in the painting didn't come back to life after all!"
The Thirteenth Master forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter! After all, I have the right to look at the painting and think of her. I probably still have ten years to live, so maybe I'll have a chance to see her one last time."
"this……"
Ying Wuji looked a little embarrassed.
The Thirteenth Master raised his head and said, "If you have any difficulties, just tell me directly!"
Ying Wuji took a deep breath and then explained the matter of the art of reincarnation.
Finally, after hesitating for a long time, he added: "Master Thirteen, I may have to break my promise!"
Thirteenth Master smiled bitterly, but waved his hand: "It doesn't matter! In fact, I have already accepted this result the day I learned that Qingyi committed suicide. In the past, Cuihua and I almost destroyed the Zhuanxu Seal for our own selfish desires. She paid the price with her life for this, and I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.
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