"Poof!" the tall figure blocking the gate spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"What are you doing in a daze, don't you go quickly!!" Song Wenmao looked at the two children who were already scared silly on the ground, angry, and couldn't help shouting angrily.

The little boy came to his senses, struggled to his feet, took his sister's hand, and stumbled into the distance while crying.

"Do you think they'll be able to run away?" the bearded man sneered.

With just two little hairy children, can they run out of the palm of his hand?

"Bang!"

Song Wenmao looked at the two children who staggered away, and the expression on his face eased slightly.

"Feng, Fluttershy, you two must live well. He coughed up blood and whispered to himself.

Gasping and slamming the door shut, Song Wenmao clutched the long knife on his chest tightly with both hands.

"Then I'll take you on the road!"

The bearded man seemed to notice something, his face couldn't help but change, and without any hesitation, he directly let go of the handle of the knife in his hand and retreated quickly.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden explosion in the direction of the gate of the Song Mansion, and it was a mess.

。。。。。。

"I don't want to run anymore, I'm really tired, if God really wants me to die, then let it be. The little boy seemed to have grown up a lot suddenly, and muttered as he looked at the young monk.

"Fluttershy, you... The little boy hesitated for a moment, and glanced at his sister beside him, he didn't want her to die with him, he wanted her to live.

"Fluttershy will always be with her brother!" said the thin little girl, her body still trembling slightly, but her tearful eyes were firmly looking at her brother.

He was her only relative in this world, and she wanted to hold his hand even if she died.

The little boy was stunned, then pursed his lips, looked at the little girl with a complicated expression, and finally sighed deeply, touched her unkempt hair with some doting, and said softly.

"Then let's go down to Daddy and Daddy together. ”

"Bang!"

The young monk slapped his hand at the bearded man, who took a few steps back, but he retreated dozens of steps one after another, and his face became a little pale.

"Why don't you leave?" the young monk frowned slightly, looking at the two children sitting under the tree without moving, a little puzzled.

"Master, the two of us are not leaving. The little boy raised his head and looked at the young monk with a white face with clear eyes.

"Why?" the young monk was slightly stunned, a little puzzled.

"I'm tired of escaping, if my sister and I really die here today, it is God's will. The little boy's face was calm, and he didn't look like a four or five-year-old child, but like an old man who had read thousands of sails and seen all the vicissitudes of the world.

"It's just that you, Master, have been affected. The little boy looked at the young monk apologetically, if he hadn't involved the latter, he wouldn't have been in such a dangerous situation.

The young monk looked carefully at the little boy with an apologetic face, and the little girl who had been holding the latter's arm tightly, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

I originally wanted to save two people, but now I want to take the lives of three people, and I don't know if the Buddha will blame me.

The young monk's heart was a little crying and laughing.

"Hahaha!" a loud laugh came.

I saw that the bearded man patted the fallen leaves on his shoulder, with a sarcastic expression.

"Since you don't want to leave, then don't leave any of them, and save Lao Tzu the trouble to find them. The bearded man sneered, his palm was clenched, and suddenly, a sharp long knife appeared in his hand.

The long knife was across his chest, and the bearded man stretched out his bright red tongue and gently licked it on the sharp blade, and a cut quickly opened, and the piercing blood gushed out, filling his mouth.

There was a look of excitement in his eyes, and since that night, only the smell of blood could make him completely excited.

At this time, he looked like a vampire who had been hungry and thirsty for many years, and now he finally tasted blood.

Yun Fan, who was standing on the side, looked boredly at the bearded man who couldn't match the word handsome, and couldn't help muttering a sentence in his mouth.

"Is this guy imitating a vampire? But how can a vampire be so ugly?"

A drop of bright red liquid slowly slid down the tip of the long knife and landed on the ground, staining it red.

At the moment when the blood dripped down, a glint flashed in the eyes of the bearded man, and the burly body moved in an instant, and the long knife dragged on the ground, rushing quickly in the direction of the young monk.

"Woo-la-la!"

The long knife dragged on the ground, slicing through the fallen leaves, dirt, and grass, making a noisy sound.

"Stand back!"

The young monk let out a low snort, turned around, and greeted the figure dragging the big knife.

"Today, Lao Tzu will send you to the West Heaven to see the Buddha!" the bearded man sneered, and the long knife dragged on the ground was suddenly raised, and a lot of mud crumbs were immediately brought out.

The mud crumbs turned into black shadows and shot at the young monk.

The young monk's big sleeves were swaying lightly, and the clean linen clothes blocked all the mud crumbs.

It's just that after blocking the mud, the black shadow has never retreated.

An even larger black shadow had appeared in mid-air.

After the shadow there is the shadow.

"I haven't killed a monk in my life, but I don't think the legendary Iron Head Gong will disappoint me too much, and I don't know if it can withstand me a few times. ”

The bearded man made a sound when he drew his knife.

There was a biting chill in his voice.

The chilling sword qi slashed towards the young monk's head from top to bottom.

Feeling the cold killing intent coming from above his head, the young monk recited a Buddha horn lightly, and a golden light emanated from his body, as if the heavens and Buddhas were coming to the world.

The golden light turned into a golden light mask, enveloping the young monk's figure.

"Poof!"

The long knife slashed hard against the light mask, making a crisp sound.

"Could it be that this is the golden bell jar?" the bearded man's voice sounded, but the long knife in his hand showed no sign of withdrawing back, but instead bloomed with a more brilliant sword!

"Then I'll chop up your tortoise shell!"

As the bearded man's voice fell, the sharp tip of the knife swirled.

"Buzz!"

The blade trembled slightly, and the sharp blade was deeply embedded in the golden light shield.

The young monk's face turned a little pale, and the golden light on his body also became slightly dimmed.

"Break it for me!"

The bearded man roared angrily, and the momentum of the knife suddenly increased, and the weight of the knife suddenly seemed to be several times heavier.

The corners of the young monk's mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, and he tilted his head slightly, and the sharp blade could be regarded as worthy of slashing his ears and landing on his shoulder.

The golden light mask was completely shattered by Naha's fierce sword, and the sharp sword qi instantly tore the young monk's sackcloth, and scarlet blood suddenly oozed from his shoulder.

The original plain linen cloth shirt was dyed with a dazzling red at this time.