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Chapter 39: Fighting Evil Monks and Wounded

Xuan Ming ran wildly in front, and in an instant, he ran out of the old man. The pen is interesting and the pavilion is www.biquge.info, Zhi Yan's "ethereal step" and Feng Rui's "Wild Goose Gong" are also good, and in a short time, the distance between the two and Xuan Ming is less than two zhang.

Xuan Ming suddenly stopped, turned around, swung his long stick, and said, "Good boy, tonight this messenger will have a life-and-death duel with you!"

Feng Rui's figure was deflected, he avoided the stick, and then fought with Xuan Ming. With a flick of Zhi Yan's wrist, she wanted to join the battle circle, but she suddenly heard Feng Rui say: "Zhi Yan, you take a rest first, and then fight this evil monk later!"

Zhi Yan realized when she arrived, knowing that no matter how high this Xuan Ming's martial arts were, he would never be able to resist the attacks of the two of them, and he would eventually be killed after a long time, so he immediately put away his sword and retreated aside.

At this time, Xuan Ming's wrist flicked, and the momentum of the stick changed again, although his move was not as fast as before, but the move was directed at the opponent's vital point, and the move was fatal, and the move was ruthless. Feng Rui had to launch the "Surprise Goose Gong" to fight with him, Rao was like this, and he was also attacked. The fight in the field was very fierce and thrilling, and Zhi Yan watched the battle from the sidelines, looking at her face and her heart beating suddenly.

Unconsciously, the two fought for more than 100 moves, and Xuan Mingwu could not submit Feng Rui to himself. Although he has profound internal strength, after all, he is old, not to mention that he was injured, he was already sweating and wheezing, but Feng Rui became more and more comfortable with it, and he did not slack off at all.

In the fierce battle, Xuan Ming suddenly roared, and the long stick suddenly picked up, and a move "Angry Dragon Soaring to the Sky" hit Feng Rui's throat. This stick is powerful and lightning fast, and it is really difficult to dodge.

However, Feng Rui did not dodge, but twisted his waist and kicked out with a sudden leg. This kick is an extremely sharp and swift move in the "Whirlwind Infinite Leg Method", called the "Infinite Whip Dragon Leg". Hearing a crisp sound of "click", the iron rod in Xuan Ming's palm was already bent and fell to the ground.

Xuan Ming's heart froze, and he hurriedly connected the dots under his feet and retreated backwards. Feng Rui snorted coldly and forced himself to attack. At the same time, Zhi Yan let out a clear whistle and drew her sword to join the battle circle. After a few battles, Xuan Ming was already embarrassed, and the monk's robe was stained with blood.

Xuan Ming struggled to support more than ten moves, suddenly shouted violently, shook his palms, and immediately pushed out towards Feng Ruiqi. Feng Rui saw that the momentum was fierce, and he didn't dare to take it hard, so his footsteps slipped and he took three steps back. At this moment, Zhi Yan's sword was already capable of piercing Xuan Ming's lower back. Xuan Ming was too late to dodge, only to hear the sound of "Zheng", and the sword in Zhi Yan's hand had already penetrated through his clothes. However, how can a sharp sword stabbing a person make a metallic sound?

Zhi Yan couldn't help but be stunned.

At this moment, Xuan Ming suddenly turned around and slapped Zhi Yan with a palm, and with a loud bang, Zhi Yan was shocked out of more than two zhang before falling to the ground, followed by a mouth, a bloody arrow shot out, and her cheeks were as pale as paper.

Seeing this, Feng Rui's heart tightened, screamed, and flew to the rescue. Xuan Ming smiled, took out two copper cymbals from behind his waist, touched his hands, and there was a "clanging" sound, and then his arm was raised and thrown towards Feng Rui.

Feng Rui instinctively dodged to the side, and wanted to rush up to kill Xuan Ming. Unexpectedly, the two copper cymbals spun around in mid-air, collided with each other, drew arcs left and right, and then rushed towards Feng Rui.

Feng Rui hurriedly slipped his footsteps and avoided the side again. However, the two bronze cymbals struck towards Feng Rui as if they had eyes, and they swore not to stop if they didn't kill Feng Rui. However, after all, the cymbals are dead things, so how can they chase after them?

It turned out that Xuan Ming's best blade was cymbals, and one day he had a whim, so he spent several years and created this set of "cymbal turning methods". Once the cymbals are thrown, if the opponent just blindly dodges, then they will eventually die under the pair of cymbals. However, if the opponent is armed with a weapon, blocking or striking, then this "cymbal magic" is useless. Therefore, this "cymbal turning method" can only come in handy when the opponent is bare-handed.

However, how could people in the rivers and lakes be defenseless when facing the enemy? Xuan Ming's creation of this set of "cymbal turning Dafa" was originally just his own whim, and he had never used it before fighting with others, if it weren't for Zhi Yan's fast sword stabbing the copper cymbal on his waist, I am afraid that he would not be able to remember that he would still have such a "stunt" in the end.

At this time, Feng Rui had avoided more than a dozen times, but he was still in the shroud of this pair of cymbals, and he could worry about his life at any time. This pair of copper cymbals is like a shadow, and they can't get rid of it, and Feng Rui can't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Seeing this, Xuan Ming couldn't help laughing wildly: "The boy surnamed Feng, you are slowly suffering under this pair of cymbals, and I will give you another gift, a green black gauze hat, I hope you can like it." Hey, hey, haha. After the words fell, he turned around and walked towards Zhi Yan step by step, a pair of triangular eyes flashing with hideous and obscene light.

Feng Rui roared: "Evil monk, you dare?!"

Xuan Ming smiled, "If you dare, you will know soon, don't worry, I promise to let you feast your eyes!" The words fell, and he had already arrived beside Zhi Yan. Zhi Yan fell to the ground, her expression was languid, her cheeks were pale and bloodless, and the cold lightning sword had already fallen out of her hand. At this moment, I'm afraid that she doesn't even have the strength to speak, and it is impossible to talk about standing up to fight.

Xuan Ming squatted down, looked at Zhi Yan who fell to the ground in a daze, and said with a lewd smile: "My beauty, don't be afraid, I will make you **** soon, haha, baby, I'm here!"

At this moment, Feng Rui was trapped by these two bronze cymbals like soul envoys, and he couldn't get out of each other's eyes, and he was furious.

Zhi Yan looked at Xuan Ming's old face that was getting closer and closer, her eyes were full of panic and disgust. She is like a lamb to the slaughter, and she will be saved from this misfortune unless a miracle happens.

A miracle happened, and it happened suddenly.

Fundamentally, the person who made this miracle happen was actually Xuan Ming. He only thought of the beauty he wanted to hug immediately, but he did not think of the instinctive reaction of people to protect themselves in extremely dangerous situations.

To be precise, Zhi Yan's next move was not a completely instinctive reaction. However, no matter what, if Xuan Ming had attacked her acupoint first when he approached Zhi Yan, this miracle would not have happened.

Just as Xuan Ming's mouth was about to touch Zhi Yan's lips, Zhi Yan's wrist suddenly lifted, and a ray of lightning flew out of her hand.

At this time, Xuan Ming was squinting, full of ecstasy, waiting to know the danger, and it was too late to dodge. Hearing only a terrible scream, Xuan Ming jumped up violently and retreated backwards, until he was more than three feet away. I saw him covering his left eye with his hand, and between his fingers was a shining needle, a steel needle.

Zhi Yan and Xuan Ming were so close to each other, if she hadn't been seriously injured and weak, the steel needle she sent out would have shot through the other party's skull and put the other party to death. Rao is like this, and he has also shot Xuan Ming's left eye.

At this time, Xuan Ming gritted his teeth, forcefully pulled out the steel needle from his left eye, and then threw it to the ground hatefully.

Zhi Yan stared at it, but saw that his left eye was high and bulging, and it was already a blur of flesh and blood, blood flowed all over his face, and his face was hideous, and under the reflection of the dissolving moonlight, he looked like a demon in hell.

Xuan Ming snorted coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Little Lang Hoof, dare to plot against me, I will definitely make you beg for death tonight!" As soon as the words fell, he suddenly heard Feng Rui shouting: "Evil monk, suffer death!"

Xuan Ming raised his eyes when he heard this, but when he saw the two copper cymbals roaring towards him with a whining wind, his heart was shocked.

It turned out that Feng Rui had dodged for a long time, and he already knew the way of the operation and attack of the two copper cymbals, and when the copper cymbals flew closer, he hurriedly made a "iron plate bridge" body lean back, and kicked out of the air with a "sky-high foot", and with a "dang" sound, the pair of copper cymbals were in the middle. The cymbals spun around in the air, and then struck at Xuan Ming.

Xuan Ming smiled coldly, followed by a kick on the ground, a "dry land onion" jumped up more than two feet, at this time the two copper cymbals just flew to his feet, he hurriedly sank his waist, only to hear the "bang", he had fallen to the ground.

At this moment, Feng Rui shouted loudly, swept over, and slapped his palms in the air towards Xuan Ming's head, and the palm wind was dignified and very vicious. Xuan Ming was too late to dodge, and when he gritted his teeth, he exhaled and raised his palm to meet him.

With a loud bang, Feng Rui's figure shook, but Xuan Ming staggered back more than ten steps before he stood firm, followed by a mouthful, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and his face turned sallow. Feng Rui didn't give him the slightest respite, and flew away and slapped him.

Xuan Ming has been fighting for a long time, his true qi has been lost a lot, and he was blinded by shooting, and he suffered severe pain, and he followed Feng Rui against him, and he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

Feng Rui was worried about Zhi Yan, so he had no intention of chasing after him, floated back, leaned over and hugged Zhi Yan tightly in his arms, and said in a Qi voice: "Zhi Yan, you, what's wrong with you?!"

Zhi Yan smiled reluctantly: "Brother Rui, I'm fine." With that, he closed his eyes. However, the willow eyebrows tightened, obviously enduring severe pain.

Feng Rui stared at Zhi Yan affectionately, his face was full of concern, he looked around, but saw a few vigorous and tall trees not far away standing in this dark night, and immediately picked up Zhi Yan and ran away.

He leaned Zhi Yan against the tree, sat cross-legged on the opposite side, took a deep breath, pressed one palm on Zhi Yan's heart, and the other on her lower abdomen, diving into internal strength. In an instant, a dense and continuous flow of air was slowly injected into Zhi Yan's body.

After touching the two pillars of incense, Zhi Yan let out a "wow" and spurted out a mouthful of blood, but her face had improved significantly.

Feng Rui said softly: "Zhiyan, it should be no big deal to raise it for two days." However, I won't allow you to use your internal strength again these two days!"

Zhi Yan smiled sweetly, and then threw herself into Feng Rui's arms. Feng Rui hugged her tightly in his arms, smelled the faint girlish body fragrance emanating from her body, and couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her deeply on her soft and white neck, but heard Zhi Yan say: "Brother Rui, Lady Li is still in that calm inn!"