The two great monks of Huikong and Huicong were besieged by three or four fierce spirits respectively, and their bodies were also opened by the sword There were many bloody wounds, several great monks fought and retreated, and the wolf was unbearable, and those fierce spirits had many moves, each with its own strengths, more than half of them were similar to the cultivation of Huikong monks, and at the beginning of the battle, the three of them suddenly fell into a predicament, and they only sought self-protection, and they were unable to fight back at all.

And those murderous spirits had no scruples, and their shots were all killing moves, and the moves had to take the lives of these great monks, and the three of them were soon forced to the vicinity of the rock where the little Zen monk stood.

Old Liu Tou hesitated again and again, but never left, he also knew in his heart that he might be able to escape a life if he left, and there was only a dead end if he stayed here, but once he left, if Wu Feng made a mistake, how should he face Qingfeng Dao Chang and Zhou Ming? What face does it have to face Guo Dacheng and others?

After living for a long time, Lao Liu Tou has long regarded life and death very lightly, although he doesn't want to die yet, but Lao Liu Tou is not afraid of death.

Old Liu Tou's cultivation is not high, compared to these murderous spirits released by the masked old Dao, he can't beat any of them, not to mention that he is now seriously injured.

Old Liu Tou's face changed several times, at first he was hesitant, then worried and panicked, and finally calmed down again, he trembled and touched his waist, pulled off his wine gourd, pulled out the stopper, raised his head and drank most of the gourd wine, and then threw the wine gourd aside, this time there was a calm and resolute feeling in his eyes.

The little monk of Zen Xin heard the movement of Lao Liu Tou, so he moved his gaze from his three uncles to Lao Liu Tou, and still said very calmly: "Old donor, you are seriously injured and can't drink. After a pause, he said, "The little benefactor just now asked you to leave, why didn't you leave?" ”

"Then why don't you leave, little monk?" Old Liu Tou was already a little drunk, turned his head to look at the little monk with Zen heart, and asked rhetorically.

"The little monk doesn't go and has his own reason for the little monk, he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to, he can't." The little monk replied.

"The old man has a reason for not leaving, so the little monk should not say more." Old Liu Tou was covered by the clouds and mountains of fog that the little monk said, and he didn't know what he wanted to express, and he was already a little impatient.

The little monk of Zen didn't seem to hear the old Liu Tou's teasing, he still looked light, and turned his head to look at the three big monks.

"Bang", followed by a mouthful of blood sprayed out, the great monk Huiming was kicked in the heart by a murderous soul like an old man, and his body flew out upside down, and fell heavily to the ground, landing at the feet of the little monk of Zen heart.

The great monk Huiming covered his heart, the Zen staff had long since fallen somewhere, he looked up at the little monk of Zen heart, and said breathlessly: "Zen heart...... Fast...... Come on...... The Sprinkle family and your master can't stand it, so you can run......"

Before he finished speaking, the great monk Huiming spurted a mouthful of blood, and when he turned his head, he didn't move, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

At the same time, the two old Taoists held sharp blades and ran towards the little Zen monk, with a fierce look on their faces.

Old Liu Tou took a deep breath, but he didn't panic, but struggled to the rock beside him, intending to pull out the seven-star dragon yuan sword.