In an instant, the feather arrows and throwing knives suddenly froze. Immediately after, cries and roars alternated.

"Senior brother is dead in battle!" "Master of Determination was killed by a demon!" "Kill that demon and avenge the Master of Determination!" "Kill him, Demon Killer ......"

The other four evil monks with sallow faces and meaty faces, abandoning their respective opponents, roared and rushed towards Zhang Qian. One of them didn't even bother to find a weapon in his hand, but only plucked the rosary around his neck as a multi-section whip.

And those monks with bows and arrows and flying knives, regardless of the soreness of their arms, aimed their arrows and the tips of their knives at Zhang Qian, eager to shoot him into a hedgehog immediately.

Looking at Zhang Qian again, after a tube turned out to be an evil monk, it was as if he had been cursed, and his movements became obviously sluggish. There were even several times when he was too slow to move, and he died in an instant under the feathered arrows and throwing knives.

Thanks to Wang Maobo's timely assistance, he pulled over a war horse that had lost its owner, and used the horse's body to cover him for two rounds, so that he would not bleed five steps on the spot. However, because the war horse was too badly wounded, he fell down with a scream, and the blood flowed like a waterfall!

"Looking for death, I'm in a daze at this juncture!" Quickly loosening the reins of the horse, Wang Maozhong grabbed Zhang Qian with one hand, ignoring the disparity in status between the two sides, and shouted in his ear.

Growing up, it was the first time he had seen someone slip away at a critical moment of life and death! Hence the rage. And Zhang Qian, however, was still unrelenting, and was pulled by him to stumble, and almost fell headlong.

Not looking for death, but because the psychological shock [567 Chinese] blow was too great, the hands and feet suddenly began to wood, unable to fully grasp the instructions issued by the brain.

In another time and space, although Zhang Qian practiced free fighting, it was mainly for self-preservation, physical strength and handsomeness, and he did not take the initiative to hurt others with the skills he had learned.

After crossing over, whether it was to Wang Maozhong or to Xiduo Meat, he didn't really think about killing each other. Even if he knew that Wang Maozhong had come to assassinate him that day, he couldn't be ruthless enough to end up with this person's life. can only pretend to accept Ren Quan's advice, find a step for himself, and then take the opportunity of Wang Maobo to admit his mistake and let the other party leave.

And now, he personally knocked a monk into the brain. How could his heart possibly withstand it?

"Be careful with Zhao!" Wang Han saw it really from a distance, and he was sweating profusely. wanted to snatch it up and save him, but the road ahead was sealed to death by the monks with bows and arrows.

"Senior brother be careful—" Ren Cong and Guo Nu also rushed forward desperately with their own families. Halfway through, he was hit by a round of flying knives head-on, and he had to wield his weapon to dodge left and right.

"Fix the dust, fix the quiet, and entangle this one who makes the horizontal knife. I and Dingzhong came to surpass the demon surnamed Zhang! ”

"Second Senior Brother, just go, this knife will be handed over to me and Dingchen!"

The four evil monks with sallow faces and meaty faces also quickly discovered that Zhang Qianshen was not guarding. Immediately shouted and made a division of labor. Two of the monks, with a sword and a rosary, attracted Wang Maobo's attention on the front. The other two monks outflanked Zhang Qian from the side.

"Dangchang, dangchang!" Zhang Qian barely parried a few times with a bronze pipe, but his movements were still slow and staggering. And the law of the "Mojia" sage Murphy has been fulfilled again. Just as he was in danger, a cold arrow roared and hit him in the left leg with a "poof".

Although he was covered with a thick silk robe (cotton pants), the position of the middle arrow was also very close to the edge, and the sharp arrow cluster still penetrated all the clothes, directly poking the skin on the outer edge of his left leg.

Blood, along with the tip of the arrow, immediately came out of the back of the left leg. He was trying to move his body, but suddenly he stumbled and almost fell down again. And the evil monks Dingchen and Dingjing, who rushed over, saw the opportunity, one slapped with a shovel, and the other swept with a knife, vowing to kill him on the spot.

"Ahh Immediately after, all the lost souls suddenly returned to their original places. His body quickly rolled up from the ground, landed on one knee, and used his left and right hands and waist rod at the same time, using the bronze pipe as a big stick, and swept against the ground.

The evil monks who were wielding a crescent shovel and pounced on them were caught off guard. The ankle was firmly struck, and the whole body instantly lost its balance, and with a "poof", it fell half a foot away.

Another evil monk with a knife saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly slashed his sword to protect himself. was stabbed by Zhang Qian with another stick, right at the center.

"Poof-" The sword-wielding evil monk spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, turned around and ran. Zhang Qian, who got a chance to breathe, grabbed the arrow shaft on his leg with one hand and pulled it out with all his might. Immediately, gritting his teeth, he limped behind the knife-wielding evil monk Dingshi, and chased after him.

"Shoot him with arrows, shoot him with arrows! Don't let him hurt the second senior brother! Dingchen, Dingjing was worried about his accomplices, so he hurriedly left Wang Maobo, and rushed over to rescue him, while giving orders to the monks who were in charge of remote suppression.

The monks also found that the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse. They turned their corner bows and throwing knives one after another, and once again aimed at Zhang Qian to shoot.

The arrow wound on his left leg hurt his heart, and there were flying knives and feather arrows around him one after another, but Zhang Qian suddenly seemed to be a different person, ignoring the pain and danger. His eyes were fixed on the evil monk with the knife, and the copper pipe in his hand was smashed and stabbed, but if it didn't work, he would change his tactics and come again immediately.

At this time, the monks who are responsible for remote suppression are a little embarrassed. If you want to shoot the "demon" Zhang Qian, you have to aim at his body and estimate the amount in advance. And the "demon" Zhang Qian, who is solid with their second senior brother, is only a stick away. If the feather arrows and throwing knives they send out are a little off, I'm afraid they will take the life of their second senior brother first!

Fortunately, Dingchen and Dingjing rushed over in time and jointly launched an attack on Zhang Qian, forcing him to give up the pursuit of the Dingnan monk. The archers finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned their necks again, looking for a suppressive target.

However, before they could catch their breath, two round figures suddenly jumped out of the trembling ranks of the people on the side of the official road not far from them.

One of them grabbed a wooden basin as a shield in his left hand and a wooden spoon as a sledgehammer in his right hand, and went on a rampage. The other person shook the half-full buckwheat noodle bag against the cold wind. In an instant, a mighty cloud of buckwheat flour covered the heads of the archers and knifemen, turning them into a white expanse in front of their eyes.