"Where's that stinky boy?" Ezhe squinted, trying to see the monk's face under the umbrella.

The monk and the bamboo Buddha numbered a dozen and said calmly: "I don't know." However, Lord Yang has come down here to persuade you, hoping that you can go back. ”

"And then?"

Dozens of meters away from the rain, even Ezhe felt that his voice was a little small, but Yizhu holding the umbrella still heard it clearly, "Then?" Then the little monk came. ”

The rain was still falling, and Ezhe smiled: "Haha, do you really think that you are a god in the world?" Even if the gods come today, can they still be worthy of my 30,000 horses? ”

Yizhu, who was holding the umbrella, came over slowly and said firmly: "Maybe not, but, Prince Ezhe, if you lack an arm and a leg, the little monk can't afford it." ”

The horses of the two were unconsciously separated from the army by a hundred meters, and they could only see a piece of black oppression. Ezhe didn't realize it, and now he was in an extremely dangerous situation, if Seng Yizhu wanted to kill someone, he could definitely kill Ezhe, and then before the army arrived, he would leave abruptly. It's also considered that Yizhu doesn't have the intention to kill, otherwise, it's definitely okay.

The rain was misty, there was no green grassland, barren and bleak, the bazaar drew a knife, and the rain line was cut in two sections, directly to the umbrella holder. "Khan be careful, this monk is cheating!"

Hearing the sound of Bazaar drawing his knife, Ezhe sneered, "No need to do it. I want to see how this monk can resist my thousands of troops. ”

The horse's hooves clattered and came up quickly.

In the rain, the monk Yizhu's pupils shrank, and his figure rushed over, shouting: "Be careful! ”

Sitting on a high horse, Ezhe sneered: "Be careful? Do you really think you can hurt me? "Ezhe turned his horse and wanted to go back to the camp. However, the moment he turned his head. His pupils narrowed.

Rain streaked across his face, this time. There was a slight pain running through his neck. He saw the familiar face. At this time, he was looking at himself fiercely, with an ugly face, and said jokingly: "It's you who should be careful, my good nephew!" The scimitar cut at Ezhe's neck, and Ezhe never dreamed that he would die like this at the hands of his own uncle.

The knife is merciless, like this cold rain, ruthless. "If you want to blame, blame you for being stupid!" Bazaar sneered. Monk Yizhu flew in, slapped the bazaar off the horse, and hurriedly supported Ezhe.

Bazaar got up and ran towards the army behind, shouting as he ran: "Ezhe Khan has been assassinated!" Ezhe Khan has been assassinated! ”

He smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he finally succeeded, and finally killed this big nephew who was in the way. Originally, he was also worried that killing Ezhe in the army would cause dissatisfaction among some tribes. After all, many tribes are still willing to follow Ezhe. He was ready to let his henchmen after entering the canyon. For the purge of the army, in the end, it is completely in their own hands. Unexpectedly, Ezhe cooperated so much and broke away from the army alone, which was really to his liking.

Even the last. Turning around, he was still worried about making a knife from behind. Be suspicious. Now on the front, a monk rushed up. Now he is lying in the arms of the monk again. The army was already less than fifty meters away, and they had already seen the monk and Ezhe who had fallen to the ground. was also taken aback, and hurriedly rushed up.

Seng Yizhu was careful this time, in order to save people, but he was still a step late.

The oil-paper umbrella is closed, splashing water droplets. Seng Yizhu stood up, and the Ezhe on the ground had already lost his breath, and he muttered: "I don't kill people, but people die because of me, Amitabha, good, good." ”

He waved the Buddhist beads in his hand and silently recited the scriptures. The army stopped, less than ten meters away from Seng Yizhu. Bazaar, who was standing on the grass, froze and said, "This man assassinated our Khan, kill him!" ”

Just as he raised his hand and pointed at Seng Yizhu.

Yang Fan, who was a little farther away, finally picked up the gun and aimed at the bazaar, and the trigger was pulled.

Bang!

After a muffled sound, Bazaar's head, right in front of the eyes of about 10,000 pairs of people, exploded strangely. No one expected it to come so suddenly.

Seng Yizhu understands that he doesn't need himself anymore. He propped up the umbrella again, plucked the Buddhist beads, and overtook the dead.

Yang Fan was covered in mud, Ya, it turned out to be too far, just took out the gun, looked left and right and saw no one, the rain affected the vision very much, in desperation, he was wearing yellow turf and climbed nearly 100 meters on the ground, before he barely hit the fool-like bazaar.

Yang Fan immediately changed the magazine, aimed at the head of a random person in the first row, and fired with a bang. This bullet is now hitting one, one less. Of the original 50 rounds, there are now more than 30 left. If Yang Fan wants to deter this army, he can't be stingy.

After one shot, before the army could react, another shot was fired.

"Dead ...... He's dead? "A man in the prime of life who was standing at the front suddenly saw his leader, and he fell down for no reason, and his head bloomed.

In a row, with more than ten people apart, someone's head blossomed and the knife fell to the ground. After the fight, Yang Fan finally got his bullets in pain, and the twenty-five rounds left behind were never fought again. He shoved the penultimate round into the chamber of his gun. Such a high-tech heavy sniper is no longer rainy. If modern warfare is going to rain or not, it will be too low-end. This gun will not be dumb even in the water.

That group of people, looking at the monk Yizhu with a compassionate face holding an umbrella, when the Buddha beads were flicked, someone's head blossomed, and they were really shocked.

"Amitabha, turn back to the shore. If you turn back, the little monk will not care about the past. He was afraid that those people would not understand, so he swept the hand with the Buddha beads in front of him.

The army on the opposite side, perhaps because there was panic in their hearts, or because the dragons were leaderless, turned around and ran away under such an invisible killing.

A whistling sound sounded in the rain.

"The gods, they must be the gods of the steppe, are punishing us for our betrayal!"

"Oh my God, I actually saw with my own eyes that a man's head exploded invisibly! It's incredible! ”

"Let's go back and ask the old Khan's forgiveness! God, God is punishing us! ”

Like a tidal wave, the army retreated, moving into the distance like a dark cloud that had not dispersed for a long time. Only a dozen horses and a dozen corpses were left behind, and they fell forever in this pool of blood.

Monk Yizhu sat down, his robes and Buddhist beads were stained with blood, like an evil Buddha who had just come out of hell, sitting cross-legged on the ground and chanting sutras. Yang Fan got up from the mud, his body staggered, his consumption was definitely much more than that of the little monk. (To be continued......)