The mountain wind was blowing, the woods were swaying, and eight or nine men rushed over, and the two leading people were Erguotou and Wu Cong. The helper came, Ximen Jing was mixed, happy that there were many people with great strength and his small life was saved, and worrying that these people were ordinary people, even if they were fully armed, they might not be able to leave the two old men.

Ximen Jing has his plan, of course it is important to save his life, and more importantly, he wants to take this opportunity to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and completely get rid of the scourge of the Earth Immortal Gate.

In the open space in front of the small temple, there was a click of a pistol loading, and the nine men were divided into a tactical team of three, and the muzzles of the eight pistols were aimed at Yang and Luo. Wu Cong roared: "Ximen, retreat!"

Ximen Jing was like a mirror in his heart, at this time to retreat, it was difficult for the nine of them to leave two people, if they didn't retreat, they were afraid that the gun would not be long-sighted, and they were accidentally injured by the gun and had nowhere to shout injustice, so they had no choice but to jump out of the circle and shouted: "Be careful, the idea is piercing!"

Luo Mingjun, who stopped the offensive, squinted his eyes and looked at the comer, slowly raised his hands, turned his head and glared at Yang Zhong, who was like a goose, his eyes were full of complaints, his meaning was clear, how could he involve the officials, this matter is going to make a big fuss.

Erguotou had already seen the little hot girl next to him who didn't know whether she was alive or dead, but this was not the time to check her injuries, it was the top priority to control the two enemies of unknown origin first, and at the same time, he had to guard against the enemies in the shadows. Because in his eyes, this old man who is over the age of sixteen may be planted by the wind, and he will never be the murderer who hurt the little hot girl. If Wu Cong hadn't stood on Ximenjing's side, he would have suspected that Ximenjing was the villain, and the two old men were good people who pulled out their swords to help.

"One group reconnoiters the periphery, two groups are on guard, and three groups are ......" The second pot head assigned the task according to the routine, and as soon as the words came out, Luo Mingjun also spoke.

Luo Mingjun roared in a low voice: "Wind, fire, family! earth, fire, Mingyi!" These two sentences are not the black words used in the Tao, the bottom of the sea. Rather, it is two of the sixty-four hexagrams of Fuxi, family and Mingyi, which refer to the six directions, the two directions from the northeast to the east, which means to let Yangzhong go to these two directions.

Yang Zhongjing's old fox was like an old fox, and he immediately realized that the cat's waist was like a cheetah pounced on the place where the little hot girl fell to the ground.

The team led by Erguotou, whose duty is to protect the Zhao family, how can he tolerate the little hot girl being hurt under his nose, and immediately raised his wrist to Yang Zhong and pulled the trigger, and at the same time roared out with a "fire".

In what should have been a peaceful and quiet night sky, a gunfire rang out, and the muzzle flame flashed like a flash on a camera. I have to praise that this group of men has first-class marksmanship, Yang Zhong who was running wildly was shot again and again, his body trembled, his body was full of sparks, and he didn't even scream and fell down five steps away from the little hot girl.

Ximen Jing secretly said that it was broken, this was a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, Yang Zhong was the target to attract firepower, and the old man with a long beard wanted to do it.

"Brother Wu be careful!" With the voice, the straight knife turned into a match, and Ximen Jing's figure rushed away, and the five bone attachment needles were put away from four, leaving only one like a meteor that went straight to Luo Mingjun's eyebrows.

Controlling five flying needles at the same time seems to be magnificent, but in fact it is not as powerful and flexible as one attack. It's better to be fine, this is also the experience that Ximen Jing summed up in the fierce battle just now.

Before Ximen Jing rushed to Luo Mingjun's side, Luo Mingjun had already made a move, and his raised hands suddenly flicked his fingers, and wisps of white smoke shot out, like homing missiles, and went straight to everyone present.

One of them was hit by a flying needle and turned into flying smoke, Ximen Jing closed his breath, and the straight knife in his hand slashed at the wisp that shot at Wu Cong, and the rest was not wasted, just hitting the remaining eight people, including the second pot head.

These eight fierce men, as if they had drunk too much wine, spun around in half a circle on the spot, and fell to the ground with a brush.

Is this a biological weapon? Wu Cong was still stunned, only to hear Ximen Jing shouting: "You one, I one!"

This is not Ximen Jing's nonsense, but concise and concise in his busy schedule, he asked Wu Cong to deal with the half-dead Yang Zhong, and he went to entangle Luo Mingjun first.

For Ximen Jing's order, Wu Cong absolutely blindly obeyed, even if he was asked to jump into the oil pot without blinking, he immediately shook his hands and threw out two throwing sticks from his sleeves, and the hungry tiger rushed towards the old man who didn't know life and death.

Seeing Ximen Jingying coming like a long shot in the sky, Luo Mingjun stood with a smile on his face, as if he was not an enemy, but his own child. Only waiting for the knife wind to pave the surface, he shook his head slightly, avoiding the first knife.

Ximen Jing has a knife in his hand, chopping, cutting, stabbing, chopping, wiping, chopping, picking, one move and eight styles like mercury pouring cold light, enveloping Luo Mingjun under it.

Looking at Old Man Luo again, sometimes bending over, sometimes turning around, sometimes tilting his head, as easy as shopping on the street, he dodged all the fast knives that Ximen Jing used to eat milk, and he didn't even hurt a single beard.

At this moment, only to hear Wu Cong's scream, Ximen Jing's eyes swept away, and he saw a piece of yellow paper on his face, falling to the ground like a zombie, but Yang Zhong, who was like a dead dog just now, stood up and watched Ximen Jing fight with Old Man Luo as if nothing happened.

Wu Cong also fell on the road, completely without backup, and he became a situation of being attacked by the enemy on his back again, Ximen Jing's heart immediately cooled half, it seems that Lao Tzu is going to die in Liumang Mountain today.

When some people encounter desperate situations, they often give up on themselves and have no fighting spirit. Ximen Jing's temper and personality are just the opposite, knowing that today is a death, so he simply let it go, put life and death aside, kill one is enough, kill two to earn one.

Half of his sword skills were taught by Wu Cong, and half of them were figured out by the bloody people who fought hard at Wang Xiaogang's house that night. There are no flashy moves, and there are no cumbersome and fancy shelves, the knife is straight, it has to be fast, accurate, and ruthless, and the offense is sharp but the defense is very little.

At this time, he was desperate, and he gave up his defense, and greeted Luo Mingjun as if he was not fatal, and secretly hid a bone needle in the thin snow, as if the fish was secretly going to Yang Zhong, the culprit.

Luo Mingjun didn't fight back and blindly dodged, because he wanted to see the power of the machine spirit, seeing that he had never revealed the machine spirit, he felt bored in his heart, it had been delayed for too long at this time, and he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble to outsiders, so he found a flaw and raised his hand to create a white mist.

At this time, Ximen Jing had not yet opened the second pulse of Ren Du, and could not enter the realm of inner breathing, and between the fierce fights, he also needed to take a big breath, and he happened to be sprayed by the white mist, and suddenly a wave of dizziness hit, and his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness. And the bone needle that died before leaving the school was also quietly buried in the snow.

ps: It's a chapter today.,I really can't keep up the spirit.,The head is like a lead.,Try to make up for it tomorrow.,Hey.,This damn cold.,When will it be better!