The black shadow tumbled down from the eaves of the wall, and the tip of the sword went straight into Xuanyi's eyes.

Sassy –

Xuan Yi didn't react, just hugged Shen Qingjun's hand tightly, and the bright red light in his eyes was even worse, almost touching the tip of the sword.

At this moment of lightning, Dian Zhen took off his monk's robe, and with a flick in the direction of Xuanyi, he wrapped the sharp sword.

With a thrust of his arm, the sword detached from the shadow's hand, clattered, and fell to the ground.

The black shadow tried to pick up the sword, but it was obviously faster, and with a kick, the sword was unsheathed from the monk's robe and flew in midair.

The cloth is torn. The monk's robe was torn into thousands of pieces.

Quan Zhen kicked the black shadow in the chest hard, causing him to fall straight for several meters. With this force, he bounced upwards and steadily caught the flipped sword.

Immediately after, he took advantage of the fact that the black shadow had not yet stood firm, brandished his sword, and rushed forward, without giving the enemy a chance, he directly slashed the throat of the black shadow.

A sword seals the throat.

Blood sprays.

The skin without monk's robe was covered with blood.

Xuanyi had never seen such a debate, and it was the first time he knew that this monk's monk's robe was covered with large and small scars.

A scar snaked from his lower abdomen to his shoulder, as if someone was trying to cut the monk in half. His healed skin was ugly, crawling like a millipede.

How can that muscle knot be cultivated by monks who eat fasting and read Buddhist scriptures?

He seems to be a master, and his body is in good shape. I ate chicken, duck and fish, and practiced swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks.

"Abbot......" Genichi didn't know what to say, he felt that something was coming to the surface little by little.

"Good boy, go away, go away!" Bianzhen's muscles trembled, and for the first time he lost his mind, he howled at the child.

Shi Jian took off the mask of the black shadow, which was a strange and slightly tough face. He was still very young, and he seemed to never expect that he would be defeated in the hands of a monk with only a few tricks, and the unwilling fire in his eyes would not be extinguished.

"A traitor to the party and a thief will not die well. Wait ...... They will be killed. The dirty blood in his mouth was flowing vigorously, but he stared at the person in front of him and tugged at the corner of his mouth, "They...... It's coming. ”

As soon as Shi Jian's hand was forced, before he could say more, he twisted the person's neck.

In the air, there seemed to be the smell of gunpowder. It is a sign that the smoke of gunfire is coming.

In just an instant, dozens of black shadows appeared in mid-air at the same time. They had only one goal, and the edges of those dozens of long swords were only aimed at Xuan Yi alone.

In all directions, there are long swords facing each other. The monk who was surrounded had no way to hide. Dozens of swords stabbed at the same time, even if the swordsman was not good, there was always one that could hit the bull's-eye.

Xuan Yi hugged Shen Qingjun tightly, his red eyes closed. He didn't open his eyes, and he couldn't see what was happening, only that the pain had not subsided for a long time, and the movement was not small.

"Hmm...... Hmm...... "Someone is moaning.

Clang—what seems to be the sound of a sword falling to the ground.

Woo - the cloth is torn into a corpse.

The raven weeps blood.

When Xuan Yi opened his eyes repeatedly, the picture in front of him seemed to freeze for a moment.

More than a dozen of his senior uncles suppressed the dozens of black shadows under him, and none of them fell.

Defending Zhen desperately grabbed the wrist of the black shadow beneath him, shackled him to the ground as he snatched the sword from his hand.

The sword rises and falls, without mercy. He cut off the black shadow's head as if he had cut a piece of tofu, so easily.

Xuanyi took a few steps back, incredulous.

The Buddha is compassionate.

The first precept is not to kill.

His uncles, the green light red fish, the wooden fish and the lotus flower, have been with the Buddha all their lives, and now they are actually killing.

The Buddha Shakyamuni and the Buddha of Longevity enshrined in this Buddha hall have never closed their eyes. This time, they saw all the blood in their eyes, and the dozen or so monks were all abandoned by the Buddha overnight.

It's all for him.

For this child named Xuanyi.

For this child, who is not related to them by blood.

At the end of the day, they were only for this child from beginning to end.

Bianzhen killed one person, and two ...... He stood up and walked around the circle, and where he could go, he would cut off a head.

The long sword had drunk enough blood, and it was vibrating slightly, as if it was resonating with the blood-colored moon halo, cleansing the fishy stench.

At the same time, Shi Jian also subdued a big man and snatched his weapon. He stabbed the big man in the chest, and it went to the bone. The big man spat out the red lotus and fell to the ground and convulsed.

"Xuanyi, what are you doing there? Why don't you leave quickly!

"Azhu, good boy, get out of here, let's go, let's go, let's go!"

Several calls rang in his ears at the same time, and they were all urging him to go.

There were bloody tears in Xuan's eyes, and his face was hideous, "For me, is it worth it?"

"It's worth it. ”

"It's worth it. ”

"It's worth it. ”

......

Shi Jian turned his back, "...... Worth. ”

Bianzhen raised his head, waiting for the blood on his face to fall to the ground, "...... Worth. ”

"At this point, I only ask you for something, go quickly!"

Shi Jian also took off his monk's robes, and more than a dozen of his uncles all took off their blood-stained monk's robes at the same time. It was as if the cocoon had been removed and transformed into a beautiful creature, a red butterfly.

Xuan Yi's steps were heavy, and it was only a moment, but he felt that Shen Qingjun in his hand had sunk a few degrees.

He began to hesitate.

"I didn't expect that this Garan Temple is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, just a few of these skills, isn't it condescending to be a monk?"

Huo Lanyuan was wearing a white shirt, and if it weren't for the green silk on his head, he would be almost the same as the dozen or so monks here. He walked towards several people from the direction of the main entrance, without a sword or sword in his hand, alone.

He sighed while applauding again and again, and as he walked, Yu Jue swayed, "When Your Majesty said that you would send me a hundred elite soldiers, I thought Your Majesty would do it too much." This time, it seems that just a few people, even if they are hundreds of elite soldiers, I am afraid that they will fall into a bitter battle!

I didn't expect that a few ...... It turned out that they were all Ouchi masters. Those tricks you made were all under Li Yansheng's tutelage?"

No one answered.

"This master is the first person in Ouchi, and it is no wonder that several people are skilled. It's just that how did I hear that this Li Yansheng and his disciples were both executed for betraying the party and plotting rebellion in the ninth year of Wude?

Huo Lanyuan laughed a few times, and for the first time set his eyes on Xuan Yi, when he saw Shen Qingjun in Xuan Yi's arms, he closed his eyes, "Sure enough...... You have come to him again. ”

He chuckled, but his face was crazy, "Xuanyi, I'm here to ask for your life." ”

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors