There were people lying outside the temple gate, and it was Wu Cong who was them. Ximen Jing turned around and shouted at the little hot girl, save people! Chasing out of the temple gate, Yang Zhong's master and apprentice had already run to the edge of the grove, seeing that the figure was about to disappear into the woods, and it was no longer easy to find traces.

Ximen Jing is still in a drunken state, his heart is as clear as a mirror, but his body is not very commanded, and it is unlikely that he wants to catch up with them who are walking like flying in the current state, so he couldn't help but scold, this old donkey is running like a rabbit without arms and legs.

It just so happened that the direction of Yang Zhong's escape reminded Ximen Jing, and he waved his hand suddenly, and a ray of silver-white light suddenly jumped up in the snow under Yang Zhong's feet, which was the bone needle that was controlled before being tied, and this needle was like an assassin who had been in ambush for a long time and was only waiting for Bo Lang to strike, and went straight to Yang Zhong's thigh.

Yang Zhong, who was running wildly, suddenly felt a numbness on his thigh, as if he had been bitten by a mosquito, and as soon as this leg fell to the ground, it seemed to be stepping on a cotton stack, and his feet were not hard, and he fell out with a pop.

"Master!" Xiaocheng turned around and pulled Yangzhong's arm, wanting to pull him up, and when he turned around, he saw that Ximen Jing, who was drunk with a horse knife and gun, was getting closer and closer, and the cold light on the knife was dazzling and terrifying, and its momentum was like a tiger predatoring.

A few minutes ago, Xiaocheng still looked down on Ximen Jing, thinking that he was just a dish, after seeing his fierce momentum of slashing Luo Mingjun, a fear rose in his heart, and he withered!

"Let's go out and fight, maybe it's not his opponent!" Yang Zhong found that there was a bone needle stuck in his leg at this time, and his heart suddenly felt a lot easier. Dixianmen has been exposed to poisons for a long time, and his own anti-poison ability far exceeds that of his peers, and he also has an antidote, as long as it is not a hit, he can basically recover as before.

Yang Zhonglian swallowed a few pills, stood up with the strength of filial piety, raised his hand and played a few talismans, and shouted: "You fight with him in close combat, I will attack from afar!"

Xiaocheng had no choice but to fight his spirit, pull out a soft sword from his waist, and ravaged himself to block in front of Ximen Jing. This guy's swordsmanship is biased towards the feminine system, his body shape flickers left and right, and his sword moves are erratic.

Ximen Jing was dizzy, he could only see a shadow of a sword, and Yang Zhong was sneaking up on the side, so he was really overwhelmed by the rush when he came up, and there was a cut on his leather jacket, and he almost saw blood.

If you continue like this, let alone catch them, you may be planted in them if you are not careful. This damn drunken spirit, not drunk in the morning, not drunk in the evening, but drunk at this time. This kind of drunkenness is not really drunk, but a kind of drunkenness that seems to be drunk but not drunk.

Remembering the word drunk but not drunk in his heart, suddenly Ximen Jing was excited, which reminded him of drunken fists, drunken swords, and drunken sticks.

The world's martial arts have the same origin, the moves are just side details, the internal force is the body, and the artistic conception is used, which is the so-called double cultivation of body and use. Since there is the most rare artistic conception, it is enough to play with the topic.

Thinking of this, Ximen Jing, who was in a hurry to deal with it, suddenly changed his moves, and turned his knife into two hands. For many days, his arm strength has grown, and he has long been accustomed to holding a knife in one hand, but at this moment, the momentum on his body suddenly changed.

He walked with the knife, the knife walked at will, his steps were staggering, his eyes were drunk, and he seemed to be about to fall down at any time, but he was like a boulder rooted in the bottom of the river, and I did not move even if the tide was surging. Look at the knife again, the wind is out of thin air, the cold light is dazzling, and the knife is extremely weird.

The original moves have long been forgotten by him, chopping, cutting, stabbing, chopping, wiping, chopping, picking, these basic knife techniques have also become point, poke, scratch, hook, teasing, drilling, and shooting. The knife is like mercury pouring into the ground, pointing to the east and west, and the guide to the north, which seems to be a mess, but it is always easy to get to the top.

Ximen Jing didn't know that he had gone from a lame practitioner to the path of a grandmaster at this moment. There are no tricks to win, it is to return to the basics, it is to see through the detachment of the world's moves, and non-grandmasters cannot reach such a realm. And Ximen Jing has only been practicing martial arts for a few days, and he doesn't have many moves in his heart, but he frequently encounters life-and-death situations, and the moves in his hand are not enough.

At the beginning, Xiaocheng was barely able to cope with it, and after a while, Ximen Jing even gave up the basic posture, the whole person was like a mad tiger, a knife would be used as a sword, a gun for a while, and when he was happy, he would also be a hammer to smash people, and the knife was like an antelope hanging horns without a trace.

What's even more infuriating is that the master's long-range sneak attack was used by Ximen Jing with a drunken pace, which was used as a weapon against himself. Xiaocheng's last shred of courage was completely broken by the back of Ximen Jing's slash on the back buttocks. He screamed and fell out, originally thought that he was going to die on the spot, but who would have thought that people didn't bird him at all, but walked upside down like waves and rushed to Yangzhong.

In Ximen Jing's heart, all this was caused by Yang Zhong, and the hatred was also deeply rooted, who would he find if he didn't look for him?

Yang Zhong saw the fight just now, and he was afraid in his heart, but after a long time, this kid has undergone earth-shaking changes, and he has been insulted by a thousand miles in a day. If Ximen Jing had such skills in the first fight, he would have died long ago if he lacked arms and legs.

The talisman seal in Yang Zhong's hand will also be exhausted, Ximen Jing's black clothes will gradually enlarge in the perspective, Yang Zhong can no longer raise his desperate thoughts, turn his head and run.

"Stay!" Ximen Jing strode forward, rushed to the front, and picked up Yang Zhong's only arm with a backhand knife from the bottom to the top. This knife is clean and neat, and if there is a master present, it will definitely be applauded. Ximen Jing knew bitterly, in fact, he was aiming at his head.

The one-armed old man, completely armless, fell in the snow, his body writhing like a maggot, making a useless dying struggle.

Ximen Jing's hatred turned into a knife momentum, he staggered behind Yang Zhong, flipped the blade, and smashed it on him with only the back of the knife. Yang Zhong, who was smashed, was flying in rags, spitting blood from his mouth, and was about to die.

Xiaocheng, who was not far away, couldn't afford to save the master at all, so while Ximen Jing was not paying attention, he got up, turned around and ran in the opposite direction. Suddenly, I heard a bang behind me, and subconsciously looked back, and was stunned.

It turned out that Ximen Jing was mixing garlic at his feet, and he slipped in the snow, and happened to hit a stump of a tree, and the goods fainted.

Xiaocheng was overjoyed, holding a soft sword, and was about to pick up a bargain, but he heard Yang Zhong's hoarse voice coming: "Leave him alone, be careful of deception, it's important to escape!"

In fact, Yang Zhong was also beaten and frightened, at this time, Ximen Jing's drunken spirit and external injuries had no power to resist, and a three-year-old child could kill him with a knife. Yang Zhong was afraid of it, for fear that Ximen Jing would suddenly burst out again and stew their master and apprentice.

Xiaocheng had less experience, believed it, hurriedly ran over, set up the master who had almost become a human stick, and disappeared into the dark forest.