In the inn, the atmosphere seemed a little gloomy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was getting dark, but the snow was getting heavier and heavier.

"Our Great Song Dynasty is not over yet, as long as that immortal comes back again, he will definitely be able to drive this group of Mongolian Tatars back to the grassland. I don't know who broke the silence first, and the eyes of the people in the lobby suddenly lit up.

"Is this brother right, three years ago, in front of Xiangyang City, he broke the Mongolian 30,000 iron cavalry, and the first rank of the enemy general commander among the ten thousand armies, and finally broke through the sky and soared up?"

"Yes, it's him, and as long as he can come back, we still have hope. A young man said with a resolute face.

"It's been three years, and in those three years, we've been suffering from death every moment, and if that immortal still cared about us, he should have come back a long time ago. A middle-aged woman looked at the crowd with a sad expression, folded her hands, and continued. "Now in this world, the only one who can save us is Zen Master Jueyuan, and only my Buddha is like a Buddha. ”

"Amitabha. As soon as the middle-aged woman finished speaking, several people in the hall followed and pronounced the Buddha's name, and these people were obviously also Buddhists.

......

At this moment, Wang Chan suddenly saw some scenery that he had not seen before.

He saw that the invisible energy of those who had hoped for him suddenly flew out of his body, and finally entered his body. And those devout Buddhists also had pale yellow energy flying out of their bodies, and finally broke through the air, and no one knew where they went.

"This is ......," Wang Chan's brows furrowed slightly.

Just as he was deep in thought, a rapid sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded outside the house.

Immediately after that, everyone suddenly heard a loud sound, and the door of the inn suddenly opened, and the north wind sleet blew in from outside, and in the fire in the lobby, sparks exploded.

A young woman in white fell from her horse and fell on the icy snow in front of the inn.

The woman's melon seed face was quite pretty, but her face was pale at this time, and there were scarlet blood stains on her white clothes, and she didn't know whether it was the enemy's or her own.

A few more hurried horses' hooves sounded, and the girl in white's face changed greatly, struggling to get on the horse and leave, but after all, she was still a step too late.

More than a dozen monks rode Mongolian horses to surround it in the center, and more than a dozen cold eyes looked at the girl in white condescendingly.

"The female benefactor honestly went back with us, and maybe she could still survive. The first monk snorted coldly.

"Going back with you will only be worse than life and death, if you want to kill, you will kill, why talk so much nonsense. ”

The woman in white sneered, brushed, and pulled out a thin and thin scimitar from her waist, like a curved eyebrow moon, in the snow, the silver light was dazzling.

In the face of heavy encirclement, the woman in white did not choose to retreat, but raised the scimitar in her hand and took the lead in attacking.

The blade slashed through the air, making a buzzing sound.

The group of monks saw a white shadow rushing towards them, and their faces were full of surprise. They didn't expect the other party to be so bold when they were alone and in danger.

At first, a monk didn't react for a while, but he really gave the girl in white a hand.

A terrible neighing of horses rang out.

The girl in white slashed the high-headed horse with a knife, and the monk was unstable under his feet, fell to the ground, and didn't have time to react, he was stabbed in the chest by the other party.

Crimson blood flowers bloomed on the white snow.

The corpse of a horse, the corpse of a person, and a young girl dressed in white standing next to it, the picture is indescribably poignant.

......

"It's still as good as ever. In the inn, Wang Chan looked at the woman in white, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he had returned to the scene when he first entered the Condor.

"It's Mongolian monks, how did they get here?"

"Who is this girl, the Mongolian Tartar is so excited. ”

In the inn, the atmosphere became oppressive again.

Everyone held their breath and watched the scene happening outside, and at this moment, someone shouted: "This girl has a wound on her foot, she can't be the opponent of these monks, let's go out together and fight with them." ”

The crowd looked up.

Sure enough, I found that the girl in white had a slight limp on her left foot, and it was not very convenient to jump.

And the situation on the field has also taken a sharp turn for the worse.

But seeing that the girl was dodging around, she was already blocking more and fighting back. Suddenly, one of the monks threw the hammer in his hand out, and the girl gave way to the side, and the iron rod in the hand of the other monk fell at this time.

The white-clothed girl's face changed greatly, and the whole person had to lean back, and the iron rod fell, and with a clear bang, the silver ring that bound her hair was broken, and half of her sideburns fell down. The girl's eyebrows were raised slightly, her lips moved, her face was covered with a layer of frost, and she returned a knife with her backhand.

Clang!

The interplay of gold and iron was loud, and two more monks joined the battlefield.

But seeing her left and right, her expression was very embarrassed.

"I'll give you one last chance, if you don't tie your hands again, don't blame us for not being merciful and killing the killer!" the leading monk said coldly.

"Okay, I'll go with you. The girl in white glanced back at the people in the inn behind her, turned to look at the group of monks, and said calmly.

Because there were many people gathered in front of the inn at this time, she didn't see Wang Chan inside.

Hearing the answer of the woman in white, the monk's face slowed slightly, glanced at the companion who fell to the ground in a pool of blood, and turned around and said a few words of Tibetan to a monk behind him.

The monk nodded and walked towards the woman in white.

"I also ask the female benefactor to hand over the weapons in her hands to us for safekeeping, and when they arrive in our temple, they will be returned to you. ”

The woman in white looked coldly at the monk in front of her, and handed over the scimitar in her hand.

Just as the scimitar was about to be handed over to the other party, the girl suddenly turned the scimitar back and slashed at the monk's throat.

The monk didn't expect her to make a surprise attack and couldn't block it.

"Be careful!" the leading monk shouted, and as he slammed his iron rod into the back of the scimitar, but he was still a step too slow.

Blood ran down the tip of the knife, dripping to the ground.

The leading monk's face became gloomy and terrifying.

"You are the person named by the monk, we really can't kill you, but the lord didn't say that you can't break your hands and feet. It's your own choice, and you can't blame others. ”

The remaining thirteen monks shot together, and they couldn't be merciful.

With the howling of the wind, heavy stick shadows smashed towards the girl, all aimed at her hands and feet.

The girl looked up, and the north wind ruffled the ends of her forehead.

She slowly raised the scimitar in her hand, a look of relief in her eyes, and just as she was about to make the next move, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

Look at this familiar and unfamiliar back.

The girl in white stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and crystal tears fell, dripping to the ground, and white smoke rose one after another...... (To be continued.) )