In the night, this ancient barren mountain and ancient temple fell silent again, and only the cry of the nighthawk pierced the silent night sky.

Jun Buqi stared at the young man in front of him and chuckled, "Mole ant, Mengzi, you are not the first day to join Lantai, who in the world dares to regard the Changping Mo Sword Army as an ant?" Is it because you have lived too long?"

Huo Dameng didn't speak, how could he look at this Jun Buqi today, how did he feel wrong, seeing that he had already exposed his flaws, this kid not only did not panic at all, but in a few words, he actually provoked the relationship between himself and the Mo Dao Army and even Jian Dahu.

"Huo Shenjun is right, although these brothers of Jian still have some ability, but if they are against the high disciples of the Sword Peak, I am afraid that they are really a little inferior. Speaking of which, Jian was also very curious about how Jun Shao was injured at the hands of these brothers of Jian Mou?" "How could Jian Dahu not hear the meaning of Jun Buqi's words? Now that this young god monarch is obviously speaking to himself, how can Jian Dahu fulfill Jun Buqi's meaning."

"The two adults are worthy of being people on the official face, obviously the dog was injured, and Qingyun was even more killed in the hands of these sergeants, these can be seen clearly by looking at the scars on their bodies, and now the two of them want to push things clean up with just a few words, how can there be such a good thing in the world?" Jun Wuyi sat at the back of the Buddha platform with a calm face, and when he heard the two of them say a word, Jun Buqi was speechless, and then looked at his son so anxious that his face was red, tears were rolling in his eyes, and the anger that had just been suppressed couldn't help but rise again.

Tearing and pulling, hearing his father say this, Jun Buqi seemed to be unable to suppress the grievances in his heart, and reached out and tore the clothes on his body, revealing a hideous wound on his back. Yin Hong's wound rolled up, and although the medicine was applied, Jun Buqi suddenly exerted force, and blood still kept oozing out.

"The surname is Jun," Chu Huaichuan roared and stood up, "One person does things and one person is responsible, this matter is indeed done by Chu, it is a big deal that one life is worth one life, and Hugh wants to embarrass my general." This tower-like strong man was also upright, and he didn't say much, and before he finished speaking, the knife in his hand had already been thrust into his chest.

Everyone didn't expect Chu Huaichuan's temperament to be so fierce, even Jian Dahu didn't expect that a bloody light splashed in the square, and a tall figure had already fallen down.

"Brothers, what are you still doing in a daze? It's all the father and son surnamed Jun who forced the captain to death, copy the guy, and avenge the adult!" Seeing that his own captain was dead like this, Wang Zhisheng stopped doing it, roared, carried a knife, and rushed towards Jun Wuyi regardless of it.

At this moment, the whole square was in chaos, and dozens of Mo Dao soldiers were all red-eyed, holding knives like crazy and following behind Wang Zhisheng.

Before Jun Wuyi could move, the sky above the square suddenly became angry, and it was extremely dazzling under the moonlight.

Boom, the majestic sun fell sharply from the sky, and rushed towards Wang Zhisheng and the Modao army behind him with an indomitable momentum.

Wang Zhisheng didn't expect Jun Buqi to move his hand without saying a word, looking at the power of that round of the great sun, where could he resist? This is for his own life, clenched his teeth, since he wants his family to live with some face, how can he do it without paying some price? At this point, although he knew that he would die, Wang Zhisheng still couldn't retreat, but just glanced at Jun Buqi, hoping that this ever-changing Yin Demon Ji would be able to speak this time.

At this time, eight long knives appeared around the square, and the silver swords rolled over like a sword, slashing at the great sun.

The dazzling light illuminates the whole square like day, and the eyes of those who are shaking are painful.

Qiang—, the swords intersected, Jun Wuyi and Jian Dahu looked at each other, standing in front of Jun Buqi.

"No, don't retreat!" Jun Wuyi fought with Jian Dahu, only to know that this Changping God General is really not a waste of fame, if he can't block his sword, he doesn't mind taking him to teach him a lesson, anyway, today is his own reason, even if Jian Dashou finds him in the future, he has something to say. But now it's not good, the ability of this young man in front of him, even if he is himself, it is difficult to pick it up easily, not to mention that there are three thousand evil unicorns, if he really starts to do it, I am afraid that it will be a little difficult to end.

Jun Buqi also wants to retreat, he just wants to add a fire to the firewood that has been erected, and by the way, the image of Wang Zhisheng will be taller, he doesn't want to work hard, but now he suddenly found that he still underestimated the ability of this god general, even if Jun Wuyi intervened, he still couldn't move now.

"General—," Wang Zhisheng broke the deadlock at the critical moment, "Captain Chu is still breathing." ”

This sentence is really critical, Jian Dahu heard Wang Zhisheng's shout, without a trace of hesitation, he withdrew his knife and retreated, and the seven kills next to him took a step forward and blocked behind Jian Dahu, in case Jun Wuyi took advantage of the situation.

Sure enough, Chu Huaichuan's knife was not ruthless, the entire steel knife almost came in unison, the tip of the knife poked out from the back, and the blood was dripping down the tip of the knife.

"General," seeing that Jian Dahu was about to summon the healers who accompanied the army, Wang Zhisheng opened his mouth on the side, "The medical skills of Master Wuzhi, the presiding officer of this temple, are quite good, do you want to invite him to come and show the captain as well?"

Of course, Jian Dahu will not refuse such a proposal, in this situation, one more person will have more hope. Seeing Jian Dahu nodding, Wang Zhisheng slipped away.

There was not much time, and a middle-aged monk in a robe walked in behind Wang Zhisheng, hurriedly snorted at Jian Dahu, and then squatted down to check Chu Huaichuan's injuries.

"Master, what's the situation?" Jian Dahu invited the middle-aged monk aside to ask, and a man in a sword suit walked to Chu Huaichuan's side with a medicine box to continue to check.

"Don't worry, general, fortunately, this strong man's body is different from ordinary people, and his heart is not born on the left side, but on the right chest, so he escaped. Although the middle-aged monk's voice was gentle, his face was very serious, "It's just that if you don't rescue in time, if you are injured like this, you will still die." In this way, there is a kind of spiritual grass growing in the back garden of this temple, called "purple brocade", which has the effect of renewing the life of muscles, if the general is at ease, the poor monk will personally go to get some for this strong man to use, although there is no guarantee that it is still as fierce as before, but there will be no problem in keeping this life. ”

Zi Luo Jin, this name Jian Dahu had never heard of, nor had the military medicine practitioner who carried the medicine box heard of it, and even Jun Wuyi, who was one of the eight swords of Sword Peak, had never heard of it. But saving lives at the moment, so there is still time to entangle with the name of the elixir?

"That being the case, then Master Lao will heal Captain Chu as soon as possible, and later Jian will offer some incense money to express his gratitude. Jian Dahu saw that the monk did not move, thinking that the other party wanted some reward, and hurriedly ordered the sergeant next to him to fetch some silver money as a thank you.

Although the Shuangta Temple is not a big temple, the poor monks dare not call themselves masters. But saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and the poor monk still understands this truth. Seeing that Jian Dahu had misunderstood, the monk hurriedly explained, "It's just that the "purple brocade" has grown in this temple for many years, and it already has spirituality, and the poor monk's skills are low, so I am afraid that he will not be able to pick it, and I hope that the general can go with the poor monk, so as not to regenerate twists and turns, and delay the treatment of the school captain." ”

Jian Dahu couldn't help but feel a little hot on his face when he heard the monk explain, but right now, Jun Wuyi is still here, if he leaves, this old man will take the opportunity to make trouble again, who else can stop it?

"It's okay for the general to go, in my opinion, Jun Lao is just worried, at this time, people's lives are at stake, and the captain is a member of the imperial court, and Jun Lao will never know the priorities of doing things. Mengzi saw Jian Dahu's concerns, since the monk proposed to let Jian Dahu go with him, he naturally had his reasons, and now if you want to say that Jun Wuyi is anything else, there is only himself. Fang just saw Chu Huaichuan's heroic scene, although he was a little reckless, but it still made Mengzi sincerely admire, for such a strong man, Mengzi couldn't help but speak.

"Don't worry, Jun is not a person who is easy to kill, everything will be said when this kid is cured. "This Lantai's Divine Monarch opened his mouth, Jun Wuyi can no longer stay out of the matter, after all, Lantai is no better than the Jian family, Jianfeng is now an eventful season, where can he afford to provoke such an enemy.

Seeing Jun Wuyi nodding, Jian Dahu was finally relieved, turned around and said a few words to the Seven Kills, and followed the monk towards the darkness.