Ling Muyun endured his injuries and staggered slightly to Wu Lanfeng's side, only to see that Wu Lanfeng's eyes were wide open at this time, and his body was twitching slightly, but he was not completely dead. Seeing Ling Muyun, Wu Lanfeng's eyes, which were already a little sluggish, suddenly recondensed, revealing a touch of resentment, and at the same time, his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he obviously had no strength to speak, although he desperately wanted to speak, but he only let out two moans of "hoho".

"Ahem, old eunuch, aren't you dead yet? I'll help you, don't thank me. ”

Ling Muyun coughed, revealing a sneer, and reached out to grasp the sword inserted in Wu Lanfeng's body, the sword that belonged to him. Twist it hard.

The sharp blade suddenly stirred in Ulanfeng's body with his twist, and Ulanfeng's heart that had been penetrated was suddenly twisted into a mess of rotten flesh, and not only his heart, but also the wound was also twisted into rotten flesh, and the wound that was originally only a gap suddenly turned into a rotten blood hole. Blood flowed out like a stream, and the air swarmed in along the irregular wound, pouring into Wu Lanfeng's chest, Wu Lanfeng's face twitched twice in pain, and then his eyes were dilute and dim, and the last bit of vitality was gone, but a pair of eyes were still staring at Ling Muyun, not blinking!

Ling Muyun pulled it out of Wu Lanfeng's body and was about to put the sword into its sheath, when he suddenly heard a desperate roar like a tiger roaring from the monk's room, followed by a clearer scream, Ling Muyun knew that this was Lu Gaoxuan had finished the matter.

Sure enough, Lu Gaoxuan immediately walked out of the still dilapidated monk's room, holding a scripture book with yellow silk trim in his hand. Coming to Ling Muyun's side, he handed the scripture to Ling Muyun and said, "Young Master, the person has been solved, and the things are in hand, please take a look." ”

Ling Muyun stretched out his hand to take a look, and sure enough, it was the forty-two chapters, and nodded: "Okay, let's go back." ”

At this moment, I suddenly heard a noisy sound from outside the courtyard, and then I saw a group of monks with sticks rushing in from the courtyard gate, and the number of people was extremely large, and it seemed that there were not a hundred but eighty. Judging from the way they dressed, these should be the monks in Qingliang Temple, but looking at the demeanor and pace of these monks, these monks don't seem to have practiced martial arts.

In the small courtyard here, there were blades striking and shouting and screaming, and the entire Qingliang Temple was alarmed, not only the presiding abbot Chengguang alone. It's just that Chengguang has superior martial arts, and he quickly rushed over at the first time of the incident. Most of the other monks did not know martial arts, so they did not come immediately after being alarmed, but gathered a large group of people before rushing over.

"How did so many people die?" "The abbot is also dead!" "Abbot!" "Master!" …… After these monks rushed in, they saw Chengguang who died on the spot, and immediately screamed and cried. Immediately, someone set their eyes on Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan, especially after seeing Ling Muyun holding the long sword that was still dripping blood in his hand, his face showed surprise and anger.

It's not good, it's going to be troublesome!

Ling Muyun secretly screamed in his heart. It's not that he is afraid of the martial arts of these monks, after all, most of these people have never practiced martial arts, although there are many people, they are too weak for him and Lu Gaoxuan to be worth mentioning, killing them is like killing chickens.

It's just that Ling Muyun doesn't want to, after all, these people have nothing to do with this matter, they are just ordinary monks in the temple, and the only connection is that they practice in this Qingliang Temple, and Shunzhi happens to choose to practice here. So if he could, he really didn't want to kill any more. In the current situation, if he doesn't kill people, it will be difficult to get out of this place safely.

If it was before he was injured, he could have used light skills to fly away, and forgive these monks who didn't know martial arts could only watch and have no choice. But now that he has just been hit hard, although his surname is safe, he can't use his true qi for a while, otherwise it will definitely lead to aggravated injuries and trouble to recuperate. But without the true qi as a driving force, even if most of his light skills are wasted, it is impossible to easily get rid of these monks.

And things just developed in the direction that Ling Muyun didn't want to see, and I don't know which monk shouted: "Abbot, they must have been killed by the two of them, but you can't let them run away, go on, kill these two demons!" ”

"Yes, kill them!"

A group of monks were instigated by these words, and they were immediately excited, and they all waved sticks and rushed towards Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan, Hula surrounded the two of them at once, and the long sticks and short sticks rained towards Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan.

I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the ditch.

Seeing this scene, Ling Muyun couldn't help but sigh, the matter was now in place, even if he didn't want to kill more, I am afraid it would not be possible. In that case, let's kill! Casually put the forty-two chapters into his arms, dragged the injured body and walked forward, the bloodstained long sword in his hand shook, pulled out a few sword flowers, "poof" two soft sounds, two monks who rushed to the front of him with sticks to beat him covered their throats and fell.

Due to his serious injuries, Ling Muyun did not use his True Qi to avoid aggravating his injuries. However, to deal with these ordinary monks who have no martial arts, it is more than enough to use swordsmanship alone.

At the same time as Ling Muyun made a move, Lu Gaoxuan also shook a pair of fleshy palms and rushed forward. The power exerted by Lu Gaoxuan, who was intact and unharmed, was much greater than Ling Muyun, I saw him dancing with both palms, and there was a series of muffled sounds of "bang bang bang", and several monks had already spurted blood and fell out, and they all had air out but no air when they fell to the ground, and they were not alive.

"Two demons have killed again, kill them!"

However, these monks were obviously controlled by the anger of their brains, and they broke several companions in a row, not only did not scare them away, but made them even more angry, with sticks in their hands, and they hit Ling and Lu without a head or face.

Stubborn! Since you are looking for your own death, then no wonder we are spicy.

Ling Muyun's gaze gradually became cold, and he still walked forward unhurriedly, while his body shook slightly in a small area to dodge, and the sword light in his hand continued, knocking the monks who blocked his way and tried to attack him to the ground one by one, although the speed of progress was not fast, just like a normal walk, but the pace did not slow down in the slightest, let alone stop a step, always moving forward at a steady speed, and killing at a steady speed. When a sword is stabbed, a monk will fall to the ground screaming and splattering blood, and not a sword will miss...... Lu Gaoxuan killed even more ferociously, punching and kicking, but all the monks who were close to him were beaten by him to the point that blood sprayed wildly and fell out, and no one could live, and the corpses were flying around, but it was more shocking than Ling Muyun's style of play, and in terms of killing efficiency alone, he was also beyond Ling Muyun.

As the killing continued, listening to the desperate screams and screams of despair when they were dying, the minds of the monks of Qingliang Temple, which were controlled by anger, gradually sobered up, and at this time they were horrified to find that their number had been reduced by a small half unconsciously, and the original nearly a hundred people, at least thirty or forty people had fallen under Ling Muyun's sword and Lu Gaoxuan's fists and feet at this time!

It was only at this time that these monks realized the huge gap between them and Ling and Lu, this was not a battle, this was simply a one-sided massacre!

In the face of the threat of death, it is impossible for anyone to ignore it, not even a veteran of a hundred battles, let alone a group of monks who would have only eaten fasting and chanted Buddha? Although at the beginning, they forgot their fear under the control of their anger, but when Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan reawakened the fear in their hearts with a naked killing, the panic began to spread rapidly in their hearts like a plague.

The people behind stopped hugging forward, and the people in front also hesitated to stop, after all, their companions had verified a fact with their lives, and rushing forward was equivalent to death. No one wants to die, even these monks who eat fasting and recite Buddha's dedication, after all, there are only a few people who really have firm beliefs, saying that it is my Buddha's compassion and purifying all sentient beings, and they Buddhist disciples will be reborn in bliss after death, but who knows whether these are true or false? No one wants to test this with their own lives.

The monks of Qingliang Temple retreated, but Ling Muyun and Lu Gaoxuan would not stop their steps, and even accelerated the pace of progress, and there was still one word for the monks who stopped on the road, kill! In a moment, several more monks of Qingliang Temple who could not flinch died under the sword palms of the two.

"They're devils, run!"

The brutal killing finally caused the monks of Qingliang Temple to collapse, and a monk suddenly threw down his stick and turned around and ran. And with the first one to take the lead, the other monks also followed suit, shouting in panic and dropping their weapons, wolves rushing and scattering.

Why do people always know to turn back when they hit the south wall, and only when they see the coffin do they know to shed tears?

Looking at the monks of Qingliang Temple who fled in panic, and then at the dead bodies on the ground, Ling Muyun sighed leisurely, shook the sword in his hand, shook the blood stained on the blade, and then returned the sword into the sheath, turned his head to Lu Gaoxuan beside him and said, "Old Lu, let's go." ”

"Young master, shall I help you?"

Ling Muyun shook his head: "No, although I am a little injured, I haven't reached the level of being weak, let's go quickly." ”

(To be continued)