In the splashing flames, the projectile swirled and tore through the air, leaving a circle of ripples in its tail, which gradually enlarged in Luo Mingjun's pupils. The distance was too close, so close that it exceeded the length of Luo Mingjun's nerve reflex arc, and he received this shot motionlessly.

Until the aftermath of the gunfire dissipated, Luo Mingjun, whose face was stained with gunsmoke, his beard was curled and his hair was black, he let go of Old Man Zhao's cane, and the wooden man slowly stepped back, one step, two steps......

Old man Zhao still maintained a hunched assassination posture, he suddenly rushed forward and shouted: "Kill!" The cane drew a sharp straight line, with full of anger and iron-blooded majesty, and picked into Luo Mingjun's chest.

That shot didn't hit, it just rubbed a groove on Luo Mingjun's scalp, he was stunned by the fierce flames and gunfire at close range, this stab was the key to death. The splattering blood and the bonfire reflected the wrinkled cheeks of the old man Zhao, his halberd opened his eyes and breathed fire angrily, his arm retracted and withdrew his cane, and he shouted again-Kill!

The tiger is majestic, and at this moment, the old man who is more than a few years old has burst out with the courage of the year, and used his own hands to protect the safety of his family.

With a muffled pop, Dr. Lee fell to the ground, the wooden staff on his chest gone, blood gurgling out of the wound, staining the snow around him.

The wooden staff that disappeared suddenly appeared behind Old Man Zhao's legs, and a thin palm like an eagle's claw grabbed it tightly and slammed into the crook of Old Man Zhao's legs.

The old man snorted, knelt down in the snow, and kicked on his back, Luo Mingjun's voice came: "Get up, get up, the old man will let you stab a few more times!"

Luo Mingjun, who was stabbed, turned into a robe and fell to the ground. An intact Luo Mingjun appeared on the spot, holding a wooden staff, kicking the back of the old man Zhao hard, and shouted: "What about Zhao Zhenbei, who is holding a heavy soldier and scolding Fang Xuan, hey, bad old man, tell me, what about the brave Zhao Zhenbei?"

Old man Zhao's heavy breathing was like a bellows, and every hair was rubbed up like an angry hedgehog, he supported the ground with one hand and a cane with the other, and refused to lie down.

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and a puff of dust splashed on the back of Luo Mingjun's head, and a half-cut brick fell into the dust. Luo Mingjun's body was crooked to one side, and he turned around suddenly, only to see a middle-aged man standing behind him with a brick in his hand, it was Zhao Zhenbei's son Zhao Yunsheng.

Without waiting for his hand to turn his head and fall for the second time, Luo Mingjun laughed wildly, raised his leg and kicked Zhao Yunsheng, and roared: "Death, I don't want you to die easily, the old man wants to play with your woman in front of you, and then find out your daughter......"

"Zhao Zhenbei is here!" Old man Zhao turned over suddenly, half-lying in the snow, aimed at Luo Mingjun's lower abdomen, and stabbed out a cane.

Luo Mingjun had already taken precautions, flashed sideways slightly, he raised his foot and stepped on the old man's injured leg, slowly crushed, and joked like a cat and mouse: "Come on, come again, see how many more stabs you can have!"

Old man Zhao looked like a mad tiger, and struggled several times, but he couldn't get up anymore because of a knee injury.

"Hahaha!" Luo Mingjun glanced around, the father and son of the Zhao family fell to the ground, Mrs. Zhao hid in the corner and shivered, Old Man Zhou looked at him with a flushed face, he shook his clothes and laughed wildly, and strode towards Mrs. Zhao.

Old man Zhou suddenly rushed out like crazy, and his head was hammered, hitting Luo Mingjun's chest.

Luo Mingjun made a hand like a claw, grabbed Old Man Zhou's neck, slammed it on the ground, and said: "You also want to watch a play, don't you?

Luo Mingjun's figure swept quickly, pulled out Mrs. Zhao from the shadows, pushed her to the edge of the bonfire, and reached out to tear the beige tweed coat. Suddenly, he was alarmed, and suddenly pulled Mrs. Zhao in front of him, a small scalpel, which was hanging in the air and trembling slightly.

Dr. Li, covered in blood, leaned on the corner of the wall and said angrily, "Old beast, there is still me!"

Before the words fell, the scalpel pierced through the flowers and butterflies, and wiped it towards Luo Mingjun's neck. This knife is different from other knives before it, and it exudes a light and lively charm, like a living thing.

With a soft sound, Luo Mingjun's wooden staff pulled away the knife, pushed Mrs. Zhao away, and went straight to Dr. Li on tiptoe, and said with a smile: "Half-dead, also come out and jump, the old man will send you on the road first, and when he finds your son, he is asking him to go down to accompany you!"

Dr. Li sat cross-legged, the ten fingers of his hands changed endlessly, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and pushed his palms forward violently, and a spiritual aura shot out like a sharp blade.

The sound of the air tearing shocked people's eardrums, and the blade of the aura was like a crescent moon, cutting through the night sky like water, hitting Luo Mingjun's heart.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, Luo Mingjun fell into the dust like a kite with a broken string, he coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood again and again, turned the wooden staff in front of him, and looked at Dr. Li in the distance with a frightened face. This attack was not only domineering, but it also went straight to the Yuan Shen, causing Luo Mingjun to suffer unprecedented damage.

Looking at Dr. Li again, his head was on one side, and his body slowly slid down the corner of the wall. At this moment, the knife also flew in front of Dr. Li, and slowly fell without a sound. Luo Mingjun breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that this was his desperate blow, and he had dried up the lamp!

With a wooden cane in hand, Luo Mingjun slowly stood up, staggered, staggered to the bonfire, stared at Mrs. Zhao's white cheeks, and said with an evil smile: "It was just a joke just now, but this time it's true!"

His Yuan Shen was injured, and he must immediately collect yin and yang, otherwise it will be difficult to further practice in the future, and the best supplement should be the twenty-eight girl, but at this time, only Mrs. Zhao can solve the immediate urgency.

Mrs. Zhao smiled bitterly, turned her head to look at her fainted husband with great affection, and suddenly threw herself into the blazing bonfire.

How could Luo Mingjun let her succeed, his shot was like the wind, hitting the phoenix eye point on Mrs. Zhao's back, and pulling her over.

At this moment, a girl at the temple gate screamed: "Mom!"

"Wan'er, run!" Madame Zhao cried out miserably.

The old man Zhao on the ground also roared angrily: "Girl, run!"

Luo Mingjun was stunned for a moment, and then laughed wildly: "The old man is very blessed today, there are two peerless beauties, it's worth this trip!" He was like a hyena, and suddenly rushed towards the temple gate.

A black shadow flashed at the temple gate, blocking the little hot girl, and sneered: "Old guy, you are still quite flowery, have you taken too much stupid medicine?

The person who spoke, with ragged clothes on his body, a big cut on his leather jacket, holes in his pants, a big bag on his forehead, and a broken branch in his hand, if he was given a basket, he would definitely be a flower child, this person was none other than Ximen Jing!