"Oh? I'm still panting. ”

When the smoke and dust cleared, the black-clothed young man standing proudly on the treetops couldn't help frowning when he looked at the figure that gradually emerged. I thought that under his own attack, this little Taoist priest with less than a little strength would have no chance of survival, who would have thought that his vitality would be so tenacious, and he was not completely dead.

Covered in blood, injured, the young Taoist's vision has blurred, and even the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand has been broken inch by inch, but the blood-stained palm holds the severed blade tightly, and he will never give up his last faith. In the face of an enemy that he could not match, the distance of the ladder at the gate of the mountain was longer than that of the previous life and this life...... This tortuous mountain road is like a cruel battlefield!

"Ha ......" The Taoist priest had a wound more than a foot long torn open on his chest, the skin and flesh rolled hideously, and the blood continued to gush out, but he didn't care, lowered his head and said with a smile: "Behind the poor road, there is the boundary." ”

"You can't get by!"

"Courage is commendable. In addition to admiration, thinking of the purpose of this trip, the young man in black turned his mind and frowned between his eyebrows, "It's a pity that you can't be left." ”

"The last move, let you brothers meet!"

The black-clothed young man stepped on the branch, jumped up suddenly with the momentum of recoil, and a slender chopping knife appeared in his hand, raised it high above his head, and then fell, and the Taoist priest in front of him who had no power to fight back slashed hard!

"Is that all there is to it?"

Trying to raise the broken blade, but there was nothing he could do, the young Taoist priest gritted his teeth and sighed, but deep down he was quiet.

"At least, the child is fine......"

Thinking of this, he relaxed his tense consciousness and slowly closed his eyes. Even if he was unconscious, he knew very well that at that time, the senior brother died tragically at the hands of this person with hatred, and this knife was all done without reservation, no matter how strong and accurate it was.

One hit is sure to hit, and there is no life!

"Qiang ——!"

At the moment of life and death, a cold light suddenly flashed in the sky, and it fell straight to the top of the Taoist priest's head like a star, and then only heard a clear and loud sound like thunder in mid-air, and the fast and ruthless chopping knife seemed to hit a wall, and the black-clothed young man missed a blow, and retreated backwards with the power of the shock, raising his dim heavy pupil eyes to look in front of him.

What caught my eye was a big red tassel gun more than three feet long, the black and heavy barrel was the thickness of a teacup, and it was held in a thin palm like Mount Tai at the moment, and it was it that appeared out of thin air to block the killing blow of the young man in black!

"When the distinguished guests came to the door, they never greeted them from afar, and the old way was not well greeted. ”

With the breeze coming from the face, a tall and thin figure caught the young Taoist priest who couldn't support the fall, slowly put away the gun, and stood silently on the spot.

The mountain wind rose suddenly, and the rolled leaves and pine needles smashed on the face of the black-clothed young man, faintly painful. He raised his head slightly, his sharp gaze penetrated the rich night, not far in front of the mountain gate, there was a seemingly thin figure, standing straight as a gun under the wooden pillar, a tattered and dirty robe danced with the mountain wind hunting, with the two spears in his palm, the Tao is not vulgar, no matter how you look at it, there is a strong sense of disobedience.

"Hit the small one, come the old one. The black-clothed young man was angry in the dantian, and his voice was like a tangible arrow like a man's insinuation, "I am not guilty of handing over the baby." ”

"Oh, are young people so angry now?"

The man's voice was not loud, but it came from all directions like a tide, surrounding the young man in black.

"Hmph, toast without eating and drinking!"

The young man in black opened his eyes lightly, flashed a trace of anger, jumped up, and the arc knife in his hand drew a gorgeous trajectory, using the power of the blade to sweep around quickly, and his light and elegant body method was matched with the most ruthless knife, just like the god of death in the world!

"Young man, have you ever heard a word......

"Die!"

"The wicked have their own wicked people. ”

As soon as the words fell, the figure of the old man was awe-inspiring, and Zhou's body suddenly erupted endlessly, such as the sea and waves, such as mountains and mountains, and the whole person was like a spear that broke the sky.

The two figures staggered for a moment, the cold light flashed away, the eyes of the young man in black were round, the hand holding the arc knife trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"How... Probably ......"

"Click. With the light sound of the spear, the black-clothed young man behind the old man covered his neck weakly, his body fell suddenly, and a little blood mark between his throat burst open, forming a blood hole the size of a chicken egg.

What's even more terrifying is that he was left to breathe so that he could listen to his deathbed sentence!

"Hurt my apprentice, insult my mountain gate......"

Lifting the front of the shabby Taoist robe, the old man wiped the tip of the snow-bright spear without any traces of blood, and his cloudy eyes burst out with a sharp light like a falcon, and his fighting spirit was awe-inspiring, and the lingering bloody killing intent lingered around his body, and the image of the thin and elderly old man before was actually like two people!

"Who is it, give your dog guts!"

………

"Hmm......"

The young Taoist priest struggled to open his eyes and found himself crouching on the backs of others, being carried forward slowly. At the foot, it seems that I have walked from a small to a large mountain road.

At the end of his eyes, there was a familiar figure wrapped in a tattered robe, as well as the sleeping baby in his arms, stunned for a moment, Gu Jing Bubo's mood was no longer calm: "Master, senior brother, he ......"

"Thankfully, son. The old man calmly patted the apprentice behind him who had worked hard so far, a trace of relief and regret flashed in his eyes, but his tone was indifferent: "It's home, let's go home." ”

“…… Be. ”

The Taoist priest clenched his back molars and secretly wiped his red eyes.