In this battle, Rao is physique has increased greatly, and Zhang Yuan is almost exhausted.

As a martial arts master, what he is most afraid of is not that he is cultivating to be higher than his peers, but that he will be besieged and killed by the soldiers in the army unconsciously.

To prevent falling into this kind of crisis again, we must flee away before the other party encircles, give full play to the essence of martial arts, avoid the enemy's strengths, attack the enemy's shortcomings, and deal with it in a guerrilla way than a head-on hard shock.

After a moment of pranayama, Zhang Yuan looked at the wound of the arrow on his body again, and saw that the flesh and blood at the wound were contracted, and the arrow was tightly wrapped, and there was a sign of recovery of blood clotting, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly at the magic of the Buddhist scriptures.

If I hadn't somehow become smarter, I guess I wouldn't have been able to balance Buddhism and martial arts.

Just as he was about to go out to find some wound medicine, he saw a fire not far away, and looking at the direction, it seemed to be the residence of the abbot Fang Yuan.

Could it be that the Xiangguo Mansion sent someone to kill Fang Yuan at the same time?

Zhang Yuan thought about it, broke the three crossbow arrows on his body, and only kept the arrows in his body, presumably it would be fine in a short time.

He hastily wrapped it in his hand, and then swept towards the flames with his sword.

This night, it looks like more people will die!

......

"Fang Yuan, bald donkey Fang Yuan...... Hehehe, where are you hiding?"

The meditation room of the quiet courtyard was on fire, and a charming woman sat leisurely on the treetops, under the reflection of the firelight, her charming and delicate face was smiling like a flower, and her beautiful eyes seemed to be dripping water.

"Fang Yuan's old bald donkey, don't you still want to come out? That girl can only burn the fire to your Daxiong Treasure Hall, tsk, the thousand-year-old temple was destroyed like this, isn't it a pity?"

Many monks in the temple surrounded them from afar, not daring to take a step forward.

And in a sandwich wall, Fang Yuan and Fang Tai were huddled inside, chanting the Buddha's name non-stop.

Hearing this, Fang Yuan's body moved, as if he wanted to go out, but he was pulled tightly by Fang Tai, his little face was full of horror: "No, senior brother, the house can be rebuilt if it's gone, but if the people are gone, it's really gone!"

"Amitabha, the house can be rebuilt if it is gone, but the scriptures left by so many generations of patriarchs can't be without!" Fang Yuan's expression was depressed, and he looked a little older.

Mrs. Fang looked angry: "What is the origin of this female benefactor, how can she do this to us?"

Fang Yuan shook his head: "It's the business of those people in the rivers and lakes, you don't understand." ”

"People in the rivers and lakes?" Fang Tai's eyes rolled, "Ah? Could it be the one that Senior Brother treated last time...... What kind of person is he called, and he has something to do with him?"

This son is intelligent, but he has no roots...... Fang Yuan sighed secretly and said, "Wuxiangzi and this woman belong to two hostile sects, last time the poor monk saved Wuxiangzi, he didn't want to provoke the other party, it was really ......." ”

"It's really a disaster!" Fang Tai said indignantly: "We people in the Buddhist sect have a lot of work to do to treat injuries and diseases, how can we come to find trouble just because our senior brother saved their enemies? This is too much, it's really lawless!"

"You don't understand, this woman is a Shinto holy woman, people of their sect, never talk about the rules and reasons for what they do, they have always been used to doing whatever they want, even the people of the family dare to kill if they say kill, how can they care about the poor monk and the old age. ”

"Shintoism, is there a Phaseless Sword Sect?" Hearing the anecdote of the rivers and lakes, Fang Tai's eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice became louder.

Fang Yuan hurriedly covered his mouth, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard the sound that seemed to be wheezing almost close to his ears.

"Hehehehe, it turned out to be hiding here, such cunning two bald heads. ”

As she spoke, the woman stretched out her hand to support the wall, and with a shock, the entire wall collapsed, smashing the two people inside.

"Sure enough, it's not bald, it's not slippery, it's not bald. The woman picked up Fang Tai and looked at it with a smile, then threw it aside disinterestedly, looking at Fang Yuan, who was coughing.

"Old monk, how dare you save someone we Shinto want to kill? If we kill one, you save one, aren't you against us?"

The woman said unhurriedly, but she kicked Fang Yuan's body, kicking him five or six feet away, vomiting blood.

"Tut-tut, it's such a hard body, but it's a pity that it can't be killed, and it's just meat on the chopping board. ”

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been kicked to death by this skill-infused kick.

"You dare to save the person who wants to kill the sect! When you get to the Yellow Spring, don't blame the slaves. The woman smiled on her face, but her eyes showed cold murderous intent.

Just as he was about to kill again, he suddenly felt a cold sword qi pointed directly at the back of the heart, stabbing the skin there with goosebumps.

Hurriedly turned around to look, only to see that the sword light had unconsciously approached within a zhang, coming sharply and quickly, and hurriedly clapped his palms together and clamped the sword body tightly.

"Poof!"

The blade of the sword still pierced into the shoulder a little, but the sword qi that came out of the sword made half of her body almost paralyzed!

The woman was shocked: Damn! How can this monk temple have such a master?!

"It's a pity! I still haven't been able to completely restrain the sword qi and sword intent!" Zhang Yuan saw that he had made a move, then drew his sword and retreated, and once again swung out a handful of sword light and shrouded it.

With that blow, if Zhang Yuan practiced the Phaseless Soul Destroying Sword to the perfection realm, he would definitely be able to pass this woman through his chest unconsciously!

The so-called phaseless soul destroyer, the highest essence is to take people's lives quietly, ignorantly, and unconsciously, and will never teach people to discover in advance, which is the best martial art in all swordsmanship to attack and kill in secret!

Zhang Yuan's sword was like lightning, and the sword body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of faint clear light, attacking the other party like a storm, and the woman was holding a small knife shaped like a crescent moon, and was beaten back again and again.

"No phase...... Soul Destroying Sword!" the woman said word by word, gritting her teeth, her eyes no longer charming, with a hint of shock.

"Are you a newly accepted apprentice of Wuxiangzi? No! No! The swordsmanship is so proficient, and the cultivation of the exercises has also entered the hall, at least ten years of cultivation!"

"Okay, good! Wuxiangzi is really cunning and cunning, but do you think that if you expose your identity, you can still escape the pursuit of my sect?"

The woman felt that her body was becoming weaker and weaker, and Zhang Yuan's strength and physical strength had not recovered, and she was wounded by three arrows, which was already the end of her strong crossbow.

"You're no match for me. Zhang Yuan said lightly, as if he was sure to say it, and with a flick of the long sword in his hand, there was another blood mark on the side of the woman's neck.

"Your Yuan Yin has been lost, your skills are not pure, you can only burst out with critical attacks, and you are the most indurable and hard-working. ”

Zhang Yuanmu made a face and continued to hit the other party's confidence with his words: "If you continue like this, within twenty moves, you will definitely die under my sword." ”

Burst!

The woman's face turned pale, slightly distracted by his words, and she was hit by another sword in the shoulder, causing a cloud of blood mist.

In the end, it is already a contest of wills!

The figures of the two of them jumped and moved, the sword light and the sword shadow were compelling, but Fang Tai watched it with relish from the sidelines.

The woman was hit by Zhang Yuan's words, and she was more and more defenseless, and she became more and more powerless to resist, only to feel that the knife in her hand was extremely heavy, and she couldn't support it, so she glanced at Zhang Yuan viciously, retreated three times in a row, swooped up, and disappeared into the vast night.

Zhang Yuan didn't pursue, he stood straight in place with his sword, slowly breathing his body that was almost exhausted. After a series of hard battles, if the woman insists on not retreating, it is very uncertain who will live and who will die in the end!

He was dressed in black clothes and black clothes, full of holes and scratches, and his originally weak and delicate face, after several life-saving battles, added a bit of heroism and dust, and the whole person finally began to transform in another direction.

However, the long night was still not coming.