"Withdraw, where else can we withdraw?"

Biqing Laodao's face was very strange, as if he was smiling but not laughing, and he seemed to be crying but not crying. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the fallen Taoist priests one by one, Biqing Lao Dao's heart kept dripping blood, these Taoist priests are the elite of the view, and they are also the seeds of the future.

Unexpectedly, here, being slaughtered by Situ like a pig and a dog.

Thinking of this, the qi and blood in his chest could no longer be suppressed, and Biqing Daoist only felt a deep pain in his chest, and a mouthful of hot blood couldn't help it, gushing out of his mouth.

"The Taoist temple was breached, the blessed land patriarch had no contact, and even the only remaining elite lost most of it. ”

"Can we still withdraw?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at the young Taoist priest lying on the side of the road, and he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. These people are the essence of the Daomen and the seeds of the future.

Now he has been killed by Situ Torture.

Even if he and Biqing were able to escape back to Yuqing Dao alive, I am afraid that they would also be severely punished.

"We have no way back. ”

"Today, if we kill Si Tu, we live. ”

"If you can't kill Si Tu, we all have to die!"

Biqing Daoren's eyes were scarlet, and he roared with a hideous face.

"Kill!"

The middle-aged Taoist who knew that he had no way to retreat, the color of Vino on his face was gone, and his eyes were scarlet, like a sleepy beast.

The other Taoists were provoked by the murderous aura, and their swords became more and more ruthless.

Situ Xing's eyes couldn't help but stare at it.

"I practiced swords at the age of three, condensed the sword heart at the age of thirteen, and became a master of kendo at the age of twenty-three. Because of his admiration for the sect's method of immortality, he worshiped under the Yuqing Dao sect and trained swordsmen for the sect. ”

The long sword in the middle-aged Taoist's hand slowly unsheathed, and a touch of azure looked particularly dazzling in the moonlight.

"Your martial arts are also rare in the rivers and lakes. ”

"But today I will definitely let the three-foot green blade cut off your head. ”

"What a quack!"

Situ Xing didn't look at the arrogant and stinky middle-aged Taoist, the long knife in his palm reversed, picked up diagonally, and stabbed the Taoist's waist and ribs.

"Kill!"

The middle-aged Taoist was a little bored. There was even more indescribable annoyance, and the long sword in his hand pierced out like a poisonous snake.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The two of them shot very quickly, and the long knives and swords left phantoms in the air.

"Kill!"

The other Taoist priests were also stimulated to be ferocious, their bodies rolling on the ground, and the long sword in their hands stabbed straight into Situ Xing's waist and abdomen. The cooperation of several people is extremely skillful, as if they have been rehearsed hundreds of times.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Situ Xing, who was surrounded by groups, and his eyes couldn't help but show a hint of joy.

Situ Xing looked at the approaching sword soldier and couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Bring to justice!"

I saw the figures of those young Taoist priests couldn't help but be stunned, and even the middle-aged Taoist priests felt that their bodies were bound by an invisible energy and became a lot sluggish.

Spell!

His heart couldn't help but chuckle, and he subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But the competition between masters is on the front line.

The difference between a line can determine the winner or loser, and it can also distinguish life and death.

His body hadn't moved yet, and Situ Xing's long knife had already drooped, as if it hadn't moved at all, but a trace of bright red blood dripped from the tip of the knife, which looked particularly dazzling in the rain.

"How is this possible?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes contracted, and he looked at the bright red blood on the tip of the knife with some fear, he knew that the blood was his. Because the blade of Situ Xing was too sharp, there was no pain.

A trace of red marks droops from the hall, through the bridge of the nose, chin, throat, and to the chest and abdomen.

Because Situ Xing's long knife was too sharp, there was no blood oozing out for a while.

Boom!

The middle-aged Taoist priest's eyes widened, and he fell down like rotten wood. Red blood flowed all over the ground with the rain.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

When the other Taoist priests saw the middle-aged Taoist priest killed, they couldn't help but feel worried, but they had to send it. You can only bite the bullet and make a sword.

"Kill!"

Situ Xing's long knife swept away, blocking the long sword in the hands of several people, and he didn't love fighting, as if he was a dexterous ape, advancing or retreating, and leaving as soon as he touched it.

Although there were many remaining Taoist priests, it was difficult to entangle him.

I could only watch as one by one the Taoist priests were injured on the long knife, or their heads were directly cut off.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and Situ Xing, who was wearing a hat and a hat, was like a fish in water under the cover of the rain curtain. The swordsman in the Taoist robe was soaking wet, and the cold rain was dripping down, making them all over the body covered with hunger and cold, and even their movements were inevitably stagnant.

One after another Taoist priests were killed by Situ's long knife.

But they didn't dare to stop.

Because they know that even if they surrender now, the best outcome will be to spend a miserable life in prison.

Yuqing Dao began on the day he planned the troubled times.

There is no way back for them.

The blessed land has been broken, and the patriarch and Yang Shi have lost contact.

Even if they wanted to close the mountain, it would be impossible.

Since they're all going to die, why not give it a go?

Thinking about all this, how could the Taoist priests retreat.

They only hoped that they would be able to kill Situ and gain the understanding and protection of the sect.

"Kill!"

Situ Xing was unusually ruthless and smashed the head of the Taoist priest with a long knife, and white brains splattered everywhere.

Biqing Daoist looked at everything in front of him with scarlet eyes, and the wounds all over his body cracked one by one because of his emotion, and the bright red blood stained the Dao robe red. It looks like a bloody man.

"Flash!"

Biqing Lao Dao's palm was slightly raised, and a white light suddenly shot out. The bright light was dazzling, and Situ subconsciously closed his eyes and retreated.

How could several other Taoist priests let go of such a good opportunity, it was like a bone appendage, the long sword cut through his robe, and even his underwear was pierced.

Fortunately, Situ subconsciously twisted his body and was not severely injured.

The wound cracked, as if a baby's mouth kept opening and closing, feeling the piercing pain, and Si Tuxing's eyes became colder.

"He's wounded, and the speed will definitely slow down, and everyone will be able to kill this guy side by side. ”

Several Taoist priests looked at Situ Xing being stained red with blood, and shouted with some excitement.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Taoist priest who was stimulated by this did not care about the fear in his heart, and poured out as if he was crazy.

"As a great cadre's people, you are a thief, according to the law of the great cadre, you should be beheaded!"

"As a great cadre's people, you are a thief, according to the law of the great cadre, you should be beheaded!"

"As a great cadre's people, you are a thief, according to the law of the great cadre, you should be beheaded!"

Situ Xing looked at everything in front of him with a cold face, and his words seemed to have touched some kind of rule, and became extremely grand, as if the gods of heaven and earth were announcing the sentence. The magic net in the air was suddenly activated, and a trace of dragon qi drooped.

Biqing Lao Dao's eyes contracted, and he looked at the air with some fear, the mana in his whole body was suppressed to the lowest by the dragon qi, no matter how he recited the spell, there was no reaction.

"What kind of power is this?"

The other Taoist priests were even more unbearable, and the mana of their whole bodies was instantly sealed.

They felt a majestic force descending from the sky, and their bodies involuntarily fell to the ground, revealing their white necks, like prisoners kneeling on the court waiting for the executioner's execution.

"Don't kill me!"

"We know it's wrong. ”

"We don't dare anymore. ”

looked at the Taoist priest with a desperate face and wept bitterly. Situ sneered disdainfully, and said a very classic sentence in his heart: Apology is useful, what else do you want the police to do.

Of course, if it's here, it's going to be said, if the apology is useful, what are you going to do quickly?

Break!

There are also Taoists who are unwilling to be killed, and use spells to break the shackles.

But they were doomed to disappointment.

Both the dharma field and the rope are transformed by dragon energy, symbolizing the majesty of the Great Qian's law.

How could they break free at will?

"To conspire against a thief is to forgive a serious sin. ”

"Slash!"

Situ Xing's expression was full of solemnity, and his voice was full of solemnity.

I saw the dragon qi in the air tumbling up, as if angered by everyone's crimes, and from time to time let out bursts of angry roars, and there was even a torture knife with a cold light hanging in the air.

It seems to be falling at any moment.

And the Taoist priests were bound by the Dharma rope all over their bodies, looking at the air with desperate faces, and screaming hysterically.

Biqing Lao Dao's whole body was also bound by the law rope, and this red rope was made of something I don't know, it was surprisingly tough, and Biqing Lao Dao thought of several ways but didn't break free.

On the contrary, a lot of mana was wasted, and the powerful mana that had been suppressed became even more stretched.

"Legalist!"

"You turned out to be a disciple of the Legalist family. ”

"Lao Dao should have thought of it a long time ago, no wonder the dragon qi backlash is so strong, because you are a disciple of the Legalist family, and you are favored by the dragon qi law network. ”

"No wonder, it turns out that you are not a Confucian disciple at all, but a descendant of the Legalist family. ”

"It all makes sense. ”

Bi Qing looked at the torture knife hanging high in the air, and the expression on her face suddenly became strange, some shocked, some incredulous, and some understanding.

"It's a pity that you realized it too late. ”

"When the country is safe and secure today, the people's hearts are even more determined. ”

"Anyone who is a thief is destined to end well. ”

"Not only you, but even your sects will be affected by Zhulian and be flattened by the imperial army. ”

Situ Xing looked at Biqing Lao Dao with a faint look in his eyes, and said with some regret.

"As a great cadre, why are you a thief? ”

"Biqing was the Biqing of the Daomen first, and then the people of Daqian. The sect has a great kindness to us, how can we not repay it?"

Biqing Lao Dao snorted coldly, and said with some resentment:

"The Great Qianguo Zuo is coming to an end, this is the number of days. Non-human can be redeemed, and Emperor Qianpan listened to slander and suppressed the sect. Trying to use the fortune to prolong the national ancestry, how can we sit idly by?"

"If you become a king or lose a king, it's useless to talk about it. ”

"As long as you let them go. The old way is at your disposal. ”

Looking at the Taoist priest who was tied by ropes, kneeling on the ground, exposing his neck, as if he was waiting to be slaughtered, and could be killed at any time, Biqing's eyes showed a heartache look, and he said very firmly.

"I am a sword, and you are a fish. ”

"If you were me, would you let them go today?"

Seeing that Biqing Dao had made up his mind, Situ Xing no longer persuaded him, his eyes were fixed, and he asked rhetorically with a smile.

"Situ Xing, Lao Dao fought with you!"

Biqing Lao Dao was stimulated by this, his eyes suddenly became scarlet, and he took out the sword he was carrying, and pounced on him like a madman.