Ling Yun fell to the ground with his face red from the slap, his elbows hurt in pain, and he said aggrievedly: "It was the fat monk who said it, and it wasn't me who said it, why did you beat me?"

"Who knows if you didn't orchestrate it, deliberately trying to provoke me, and then borrow a knife to kill people and help you get rid of those yellow-robed monks?" Xin Ci said, exposing Ling Yun's conspiracy with one word.

Ling Yun didn't blush, endured the pain in his arm, stood up, and said angrily: "You don't dare to fight those yellow-robed monks, you don't dare to take revenge if you are scolded, and you still come to make me angry, don't I know the identity of you and Qiu Ying, what can you do if you are a mother and daughter, you are about the same age, can this make you angry?"

"Hmph, whether you said it or what they said, we'll know later, they're here. Xin Ci was unmoved.

The group of yellow-robed monks rode horses and approached at a rapid pace.

Ling Yun is not afraid to confront the group of yellow-robed monks, although this sentence was made up by himself, but the insulting words of the yellow-robed monks are probably even more ugly, as long as Xin Ci confronts them, he is not afraid not to get angry and kill this group of yellow-robed monks.

"Dog man and woman, I can be regarded as having found you!" the fat monk took the lead and came to Ling Yun and scolded.

"Who do you say are dog men and women?" Xin Ci asked with a gloomy face.

Where would the fat monk be afraid of her, he was indignant because of the death of his second brother, and said angrily: "It is you three dogs and men who scold, killing my brother, I can't wait to pick your skin and eat your flesh!"

"Keep your mouth clean!" Xin Ci's hand couldn't help but hold down the hilt of the knife.

"I'm going to scold you for being dogs and men, what can I do, I'll strip off all your clothes and drag you to the ground to parade the streets of the county seat!" said the fat monk hatefully.

Xin Ci was silent, pulled out the knife, threw it at Ling Yun with his backhand, and said, "You are a man, go and kill this pig!"

Ling Yun thought that when she drew the knife, it was when the fat monk's head hit the ground, but she didn't expect the knife to be thrown to herself, and she took the knife in a hurry, not knowing what to do, and said in a low voice: "Let me kill them, you have to give me a little aura!"

"Life and death are fate, you haven't learned swordsmanship, today is the time to show your strength. Xin Ci said.

The fat monk came with a knife and a horse, he would not wait for the two to discuss a countermeasure, and the rest of the yellow-robed monks also came in a rush, thirty-six horses rushed together, but this horse's hooves were enough to trample people into flesh.

Xin Ci jumped on his horse, took the reins, and fled forward, leaving only Ling Yun, holding the knife with her residual warmth on the hilt, and dealing with the thirty-six horsemen in a hurry.

"I'll hack you to death!" The yellow-robed monk hated Ling Yun the most, because the second brother died in his hands, but he never took Ling Yun in his eyes, thinking that it was just the second brother who was accidentally killed by his conspiracy, a little beggar, how powerful his martial arts can be, so he waved his knife and wanted to cut off Ling Yun's head on horseback.

Ling Yun wanted to chase Xin Ci and escape, but the yellow-robed monk came too fast and didn't have time to escape, not to mention that the kung fu of the stunned god had already arrived in front of him, and the fat monk's knife was about to slash at his neck, and there was no chance to escape at all.

In desperation, he had to fight, Ling Yun raised the knife in his hand, he has experienced no less than 100 large and small fights recently, he is not an inexperienced fledgling boy, rarely uses a knife, but the principle of the weapon is the same, the important thing is to be fast and ruthless, the knife blocked the fat monk's slash.

Ling Yun took the opportunity to take a step back, the fat monk was also shocked, the blocking knife was extremely heavy, it was a rare sharp weapon, he was slightly surprised to withdraw the knife, he didn't expect that this little beggar actually had this kind of magic weapon, able to block the power of his own sword.

Ling Yun was afraid that the thirty-six horsemen would come with the impact of their horsepower, knock themselves to the ground and trample on them, so they had to turn over and flee to the side of the road, and reuse the previous method of killing the tall yellow-robed monk.

The thirty-six horsemen saw Lingyun jump into the stream beside the road, trekked past, and wanted to escape, so they turned their horses' heads and waded into the water to chase after them.

Ling Yun looked back and saw that this group of people actually rode off the official road, chased after him, and raised his sword and shouted: "If you are real men, you will fight me one by one, and rush up, what kind of ability is it?"

When the fat monk saw him stop, he reined in his horse, dismounted with a knife, strode across the muddy stream with a big belly, pointed the tip of the knife at Ling Yun and said: "I don't even need a little finger to kill you, and we still use us to rush up? Don't come here, let me personally avenge my brother today and chop up your little bastard!"

Ling Yun was happy in his heart, this fat man's strength is average, his knife skills are loose, and he fights alone, even if he doesn't have aura, he has the possibility of winning, but the remaining thirty-five people on the other side, if he sees his eldest brother dead, he will not be miserable.

"Okay, let's say it first, you and I are fighting alone, others are not allowed to interfere, even if you are going to be killed, don't ask for help and call others to help!" Ling Yun deliberately agitated.

"Cut, how can I hack you to death a hundred times by myself, and do I need someone else?" said the fat monk with a disdainful expression as he raised his knife.

The weapon in the hands of the two is also a knife, but the shape is very different, the knife used by the fat monk has a very thin back and a very sharp blade, it looks like it can be hacked to death on both sides, the shape is like a round of the crescent moon, and the angle of bending is almost close to a semicircle, which is related to the martial arts practiced by this group of yellow-robed monks, they are good at the method of knife formation, and they often rush up when they meet strong enemies, the important thing is that everyone can cut the enemy, and the wounds are enough to kill the enemy, without considering the heavy knife to hurt people, a knife is fatal.

What Ling Yun holds in his hand is Xin Ci's saber, the knife itself is extremely heavy, like a boulder in his hand, once the knife is danced, but it is a scene, as long as the person who is good at using the knife can follow the weight of the knife to exert force, all the weight of the knife will be used on the chopping of the enemy, the back of the knife is extremely thick, the blade is extremely thin, almost similar to an axe, this heavy knife is the most deadly, a knife down, the enemy's bones must be broken clean.

Because the fat monk didn't put Ling Yun in his eyes, but hatred made him burst out with desperate strength, so he swept across the air like a spinning round knife, constantly cutting everything that entered the trajectory of this scimitar, especially Ling Yun's body.

The scimitar was fast, but Ling Yun felt that the power of the knife was not amazing, because he was looking for light and sharp, the scimitar was too light and thin, and the strength was insufficient, so he boldly raised Xin Ci's heavy knife and slashed it fiercely, directly hitting the scimitar.

Listening to the sound of gold and stone, the fat monk's scimitar was slashed by Ling Yun's heavy knife at once, and the difference in weight made the fat monk almost lose his steady, and the scimitar, which danced like a flower, suddenly lost the ability to attack.

"Little crumbs, but there is a brute force!" The fat monk held the scimitar steadily, and the fat hands felt a little numb, which could not subside for a long time.