In the face of Zhou Fei's almost crazy attack, the Yankong Master let out a light sigh.

In his opinion, any attack by Zhou Fei was doomed to be in vain.

The more fiercely he resisted, the more miserable the end would be.

is obviously a smart person, but he chose the most stupid way.

Master Yankong's expression had always maintained a sense of pity, and it was even stronger at this moment.

He slowly lifted the staff for a few minutes.

The tip of the staff emitted a soft white light.

The white light is beginning to appear, and the blade has arrived.

The light and the blade collided together.

Then the unexpected happened.

The blade of the blade is constantly cutting this light.

Everything suddenly fell silent at the same time.

The white light was still soft, but the blade was not sharp.

Zhou Fei felt that his hand holding the knife was trembling.

The trembling was not so great that outsiders could not even see it.

Only Zhou Fei himself can feel it clearly.

This tremor is not purely physical, but a deeper tremor.

Zhou Fei couldn't describe how he felt at the moment in concrete words.

Because the tremors continue to spread.

At first, it was just the hands, then the body, and finally the whole person trembled.

The snow knife made a buzzing sound, as if to tell of pain.

At the same time, Ling Zhaoyan, who was being carried by Zhou Fei, also felt his trembling.

Ling Zhaoyan wanted to ask what was going on, but he didn't have time to speak, and he trembled.

This tremor lasted for a cup of tea.

By the time he stopped, Zhou Fei had already lost his strength and knelt on one knee.

Burst......

The moment he knelt on the ground, Zhou Fei couldn't hold back any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Master Derivation stepped forward.

Zhou Fei looked up at him, and a chill spread throughout his body.

Can't win.

This was the only thought in Zhou Fei's mind at the moment.

Even if it is delayed, it will not be delayed for too long.

In the sky and on the ground, Zhou Fei has no way to escape.

Even if he died, Zhou Fei couldn't do it at this moment.

Because he can't move.

Master Yankong didn't give him any chance.

From the moment he appeared, Zhou Fei's end was already doomed.

Letting him slash thirty-six knives before was considered the last mercy of Master Yankong.

Now that mercy is over, it's time to kill.

Buddhas can also kill.

But for some reason, Master Yankong's pace was slow.

He seemed tired, tired.

Take a few steps and stop to catch your breath.

But the most tragic thing in the world is that there is nothing to be done in the face of death.

Zhou Fei knew very well that when Yankong walked up to him, everything would be over.

This short distance of two or three zhang is the last length of his life.

Zhou Fei is working hard, struggling desperately, desperately trying to extend the deadline of his life.

However, he couldn't lift a knife anymore.

Finally, after a cup of tea, Master Yankong walked in front of Zhou Fei.

His expression, which had not changed, changed at this moment, and his originally sallow face had become pale at this moment.

The word tired seemed to be engraved on the door of his head.

Zhou Fei knelt on the ground and looked up at him.

Neither side had any intention of opening.

After Master Yankong adjusted his breathing, he broke the silence: "Zhou Fei, the old man asked you one last time, did you give up?"

Zhou Fei smiled indifferently: "Give up your sister." ”

Master Yankong's eyes were a little cold: "To say such vulgar words, it seems that there is really no salvation." In this case, the old man has degraded you. ”

Zhou Fei said: "Monks are hypocritical, save me?

Master Yankong clasped his hands together, sandwiched the Zen staff between his palms, and slowly recited the Buddha's words.

Ling Zhaoyan was the first to feel the pain.

Zhou Fei roared and wanted to interrupt Yankong, but he couldn't do it at all.

"Old bald donkey, master, I won't let you go if I am a ghost, not only you, but also the monks in the world, Lao Tzu will be killed if he becomes a powerful ghost!"

Unable to interrupt Yankong with actions, Zhou Fei could only use words.

All kinds of vulgar words came out of his mouth for a while, and even a high-ranking monk like Yankong couldn't help frowning.

He didn't expect Zhou Fei to be so able to scold, and the scolding was so ugly.

Yankong naturally didn't know what kind of world Zhou Fei came from.

In that world, bar spirits are everywhere, and there will be bar spirits below any news, and the angles of the bars are full of tricks, Zhou Fei, who was an otaku in his last life, in addition to playing games and eating, the biggest fun is to quarrel with the bar spirit, or play the bar spirit.

It is only at this time that he feels that he still has a little meaning.

Otherwise, it will really become a piece of rotten meat.

Now, Zhou Fei has shown his extremely rich experience in the bar, and he is almost about to anger a high-ranking monk.

Fortunately, Master Yankong's concentration was not ordinarily strong, and although his anger almost erupted, it was finally pressed back at the most critical time.

At the same time, Ling Zhaoyan's scream also made Zhou Fei stop insulting.

The Buddha language worked.

Ling Zhaoyan's body was getting lighter.

Zhou Fei was terrified, he desperately wanted to keep Ling Zhaoyan, but sadly found that he couldn't do anything.

Just when Zhou Fei was at a loss and desperate, he suddenly felt a force emerge from the ground and transmit it to his whole body through his knees.

This power is very soft and warm, just like drinking a cup of milk tea on a cold day, which makes people feel more comfortable.

At the same time, this force also blocked the Buddha attack from Yankong for Ling Zhaoyan.

"Dissipation" slowly stopped.

Yankong sighed and stopped.

He didn't expect that at this juncture, someone would jump out and make trouble.

At the same time, it escaped his detection.

Someone who can have such strength is none other than Ye Xin?

Yankong looked around, but didn't see any figures.

He wanted to ask, but he endured it, and wanted to see what the people hiding in the shadows were going to do.

If he really wanted to keep Ling Zhaoyan, no matter who it was, he would be the enemy of Zhongling Temple and even the entire Buddhist Sect.

Contrary to Yankong's feelings, Zhou Fei was a little ecstatic at the moment.

He's been waiting for reinforcements, and now they're really coming?

How many brothers will it be?

In fact, no matter how many senior brothers came, as long as they came, he and Ling Zhaoyan would not be able to die.

Zhou Fei wanted to shout out loud, but fortunately, he told him not to do it at a critical time.

It was clear that the reinforcements were fighting against the Master of the Sky at the moment, and any sound could break the balance of victory.

Wait!

By the end of the first round of encounters between the two sides, most of the reinforcements will show their true colors.

Zhou Fei is not afraid of waiting, he has been waiting for so long, what if he waits for a while?

What's more, Zhou Fei was very confident in the senior brothers of the academy, and he was not worried at all that he would be defeated by Yankong.

Even if the hard power is so bad, the senior brothers of the academy are young.

Boxing is not an empty phrase.