At the entrance of the secret passage, Mingkong was wearing a pure white robe, his face was expressionless, and he looked at the two old men in front of him motionlessly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After being silent for a long time, the old man suddenly said, "Little monk, do you have to meddle in this matter?" ”

"Amitabha!" Mingkong lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Two donors, turn back to the shore." ”

The old woman sneered and said, "The old man hates you bald asses the most in this life. ”

When the words fell, the old woman had already taken the first step, and the dragon head crutch that she was originally holding in her hand suddenly slashed towards Mingkong.

Seeing this, the old man sighed helplessly, so he could only stick out his palm and attack Mingkong.

In the face of the attack of the two masters, Mingkong was still indifferent, and stepped forward to meet him.

Jing Ming could see Xinghuan's weaknesses, and the two old men could also see it.

Therefore, when Mingkong was ready to meet the attack, as if he had practiced countless times, the two old men suddenly turned around and attacked Xinghuan together.

Mingkong didn't seem surprised at all, and as soon as he stepped back, he stopped the two old men again.

For a time, the three of them were entangled in the secret passage.

Mingkong's strength is obviously not weak, even in the face of the attacks of the two old men, he is still at ease.

Of course, this is also deliberately done by the two old men, their purpose is very simple, they just want to see if Xinghuan can still use a flying knife.

Without Mingkong's support, Xinghuan could only helplessly lean on the stone door, he was not pretending, but his health was really poor.

With a chuckle, an Ice Spirit Flying Knife emitting a faint blue light slowly condensed and appeared in his hand.

He just wanted to give it a try and see if he could scare the two old men away, but unfortunately not only did he not scare them away, but instead let the situation change abruptly and ignite the fire.

At the moment when the flying knife was condensed, the two old men finally took out all their strength and attacked him at the same time again.

At the same moment, Mingkong let out a low shout, and the sound resounded in everyone's ears like thunder.

Xinghuan didn't have the slightest defense, he was suddenly hit, spitting blood from his mouth, and the whole person almost fainted, feeling a splitting headache and in a trance.

At the same time, the two old men were also affected, and they attacked in their hands.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mingkong wanted to stop the two again.

It's just that if you delay any longer, when that flying knife shoots out, someone between the two will inevitably die.

So after gritting their teeth, the two old men ignored Mingkong's attack and resolutely continued to attack Xinghuan.

Between life and death, Xinghuan was awakened by the killing intent that was close at hand.

Is this a pig teammate?

didn't have time to think about it, Xinghuan's figure suddenly folded, and the Ice Spirit Flying Knife in his hand was thrown casually.

Of course, there was no spirit on the flying knife.

Originally, he didn't have much spirit left, but now he was accidentally injured by Mingkong, and he didn't dare to consume it at all.

Even so, his flying knife scared the two old men for a moment.

Casually, the old woman used the dragon head in her hand to fly the Ice Spirit Flying Knife, and said in surprise: "Old man, his flying knife is not good." ”

The old man resisted the strong Vajra palm of the bright sky, spat blood in his mouth, and said strongly: "Old woman, be careful, I will deal with this monk." ”

Mingkong's face sank, his white robe fluttered, and the attack in his hand was a little more fierce again.

For a while, Mingkong was entangled by the old man and couldn't get out.

Coughing bloodshot in his mouth, Xinghuan pressed his palm on the sword box behind his back, as if he was about to draw his sword, ready to attack.

Inside the sword case, the delicate mechanism suddenly activated the moment the palm of the hand pressed.

The next moment, Xinghuan "pulled" out the fish intestine sword.

Although his face was pale, it was still indifferent and calm, untouched by external objects.

During a leisurely stroll, he took nine steps and took out nine swords.

Nine steps and nine swords, only nine steps, only nine swords.

However, under the mechanism of the sword case, the fish intestine sword was changed.

He still walked nine steps, but the difference was that he came out with nine hundred and eighty-one swords, and each sword was certain to die.

One step and one sword, one sword into nine swords, nine steps, eighty-one swords.

The whole process is only a blink of an eye, and everything is settled.

The sword stops, and the sword box returns.

Xinghuan was powerless and fell, and he was about to land, but he was held in his arms by Ming Kong, who came in time.

The living room was full of mess, and the bodies of the old man and the old woman slowly fell.

The warm sunlight sprinkled in the living room, shining clearly on the bloodstains on the two corpses.

Every streak of blood is fatal, caused by the blade of the sword.

Mingkong wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth for Xinghuan, took the wine jug on his waist and fed it carefully.

After a while, Xinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, his body slowly recovered, and sighed: "Monk, remember to give me some time to prepare next time." ”

Mingkong said warmly: "There will be no next time." ”

The situation was urgent just now, and he had no choice but to do it, and he had tried his best to control and reduce the power and scope of the Lion's Roar.

didn't stay, Mingkong left here with Xinghuan on his back.

Out of the house, the two walked through the alleys and rushed to the Zhennan Palace.

There are many tall lofts in the county town, which are very iconic, so it is not difficult to find the palace.

While walking, Mingkong suddenly said: "Why does the donor have to go to the palace?" ”

Xinghuan knew what he was worried about, so he lay lazily on his stomach and smiled reluctantly: "Don't worry, I just look miserable." ”

His body was recovering slowly, but it was recovering.

The wind passed, and the clear sky stopped.

Because suddenly a man in the alley blocked the way of the two, a man with a grimace mask.

After taking a sip of wine, the Ice Spirit Flying Knife in Xinghuan's hand slowly condensed.

Whether it's useful or not, scare it first......

The grimace man didn't make a move, didn't speak, just stood quietly, as if waiting for something.

Mingkong said: "He's waiting for your flying knife." ”

Xinghuan took a sip of wine and said, "No, he's waiting for someone." ”

When the words fell, Mingkong suddenly strode forward.

Seeing that the grimace man's purpose was shattered, his figure suddenly retreated, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of the trend, Mingkong turned his steps and disappeared into another alley with Xinghuan.

In another alley, the grimace man stopped, thoughtful.

Instead of taking advantage of the victory to pursue, he chose to flee with the trend...

Is it showing weakness to the enemy, or is it really already vulnerable...

Turning around, the grimace man continued to chase after him.

One wave, two waves, three waves...

Along the way, as Xinghuan and Mingkong got closer to the palace, the more people who blocked them.

Some were scared away by the flying knives, and some started without saying a word.

The end of the person who did it was miserable.

Because Mingkong is a monk and can't kill, he can only be injured.

The injuries were not miserable, but the tragic thing was that Xinghuan easily condensed the blood of those injured people, and in the end, he didn't even leave a corpse.

In this regard, Mingkong did not have any obstacles, but kept chanting Amitabha, Amitabha...

With the help of these people's essence and blood, Xinghuan's body barely recovered somewhat, at least enough to use his essence and spirit once.

Finally, the palace is close at hand.

The palace covers a wide area, the gatehouse is tall, and the momentum is brilliant.

At this moment, the entire palace was surrounded by countless Xuanjia soldiers and martial arts people who stayed nearby.

Everyone's choice is different, some people choose to wait in Chunfeng Tower, some people choose to wait in the palace, and some people choose to wait on the road.

There are a lot of people in the county at the moment, really a lot...

Looking at the countless ill-intentioned martial arts people in front of him and the Xuanjia army who were guarding the palace with expressionless faces, Xinghuan suddenly smiled and said, "Monk, if I am a demon, will you continue to protect me?" ”