Several black-robed men glanced at each other, and then moved in unison.

Four swarthy long swords came out of their sheaths, came out of their hands, and stabbed at Zhang Xuan.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

The long sword stabbed around Zhang Xuan's body was bounced away by the force.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Li Mingqi waved his hand and said in a low voice.

"Boom!!"

Dozens of sharp arrows erupted in an instant, as if a layer of arrow nets had been opened, and they shrouded towards several black-robed people.

It's a pity that although they panicked a little, they didn't suffer any injuries.

On the contrary, the four of them joined forces, like a formation, to surround Zhang Xuan, and for a while, it seemed that they had successfully trapped him.

Seeing this, the four of them joined forces, even a Tiangang master could solve it, but now, they could only trap Zhang Xuan, and they couldn't cause any substantial damage at all.

Glancing back at the direction of the back mountain, he took a deep breath, he must hold on!

As long as the Holy Messenger comes.

None of these people can escape!

The reason why he chose to do it was because he saw that these guys from the imperial court had already mastered the evidence, otherwise they would not have gone out to attack, even if he didn't give the order, the yamen would take the lead.

Doing it now can also give the Holy Envoy a time to react.

Thinking of this, he reached out and grabbed the long stick of a warrior monk beside him, and then threw it suddenly.

"Boom!"

Huge bells ringing!

"Kill them!"

Then, he shouted at the warrior monks.

"Vacuum hometown, no biological parents!"

"The heavenly soul is immortal, immortal!"

Dozens of warrior monks shouted slogans and tore off their robes, revealing the mysterious lines on their bodies, and their eyes were all unusually fanatical.

Then, each of them picked up a stick or a Zen staff, and killed the fast trappers in front of him without fear of death.

"Li Mingqi, stay here!"

Capture the thief and capture the king first, as long as Li Mingqi is killed, those quick servants under him will basically have no fighting spirit, and will eventually become lambs to be slaughtered.

The arms of the martial arts were shocked, the green tendons on his body burst out, and he jumped up in one step, the blood in his palms shone, and he suddenly blasted towards Li Mingqi.

"Condensation!"

Li Mingqi's eyes were shocked, and he was frightened, and immediately pulled out the long knife in his hand to block.

"Bang!"

The blood-glittering right palm of the ring slammed into the blade.

The Hundred Refining Knife bent instantly, and Li Mingqi was knocked back by this knife for several feet before he stopped his retreat, his face was very ugly.

There is a small gap between him and this eyebrowless monk, which is difficult to make up, and being able to condense means that his strength can surpass him several times.

"Several, join forces to block him!"

Li Mingqi looked at Yue Shan and the others.

On his own, it is basically difficult to stop this guy, and someone must contain him.

"Fuck, kill these wretches!"

Yue Shan nodded, and then moved.

"Kill!"

Chen Yuan pulled out the long knife on his waist and pointed at it, and another round of arrows was released.

In an instant, several people were put down.

There were also several people with arrows stuck in their bodies, and they rushed towards the officials without fear of death.

At this time, it was too late to come again, Chen Yuan took the lead in rushing forward, waving the long knife, the knife was shining, and directly cut off a person's arm, but the man's eyes were still fanatical.

I didn't care about the injuries on my body at all, as if I didn't feel any pain.

With Chen Yuan's leading soldiers, the officials did not dare to retreat, and rushed to kill them.

In front of the entire Temple of Mercy and Grace, there was a scuffle, and there were constantly monks in the temple to join the battlefield, although the number of people was much smaller than that of the officials, but the morale was very high.

And the strength is extraordinary.

Those white servants are basically sent to death, and only the old servants who have accumulated years can block their attacks.

Chen Yuan watched the situation in the field while fighting.

I have to say that Zhang Xuan's strength is really strong, with one enemy against four, he will not fall behind at all, and he can even knock back the four black-robed warriors, and he can only rely on joining forces to support him.

But Li Mingqi's side fell into a stalemate.

The strength of that eyebrowless monk is not at the same level as them at all, and they can only resist it if they join forces.

Although Li Mingqi is also a master of the Ning Gang realm, the gap is really a bit big.

"Die!"

A bald-headed monk with red eyes jumped up in the air and smashed into Chen Yuan's head.

"Get out!"

Chen Yuan came back to his senses, clenched the long knife in his hand, and the Liuhe knife method was vigorous, cutting off the wooden stick in his hand with one knife, cutting off his left arm with two knives, and with the third knife, a head rolled off the ground.

Blood gushed out of its neck in an instant.

Screams, roars, panic...

In front of the Temple of Mercy and Grace, there is an endless fight.

The place that used to be pure has become a purgatory on earth.

On the ground, blood pooled and was full of stumps and severed arms.

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he entered the temple gate with a warrior monk, and no one noticed.

......

Cutting off the warrior monk in front of him, Chen Yuan took a deep breath, and his figure quickly disappeared into a house in the Temple of Mercy and Grace, from looking for the people of the Heaven Survey Division to make a move on the Temple of Mercy and Grace.

Chen Yuan's purpose has never been to fight.

It is the 'bloody sword' guided by the altar of luck.

The Vajra Glazed Body and the Soul Bead of the Pulp Cleansing Spirit Bead had all been of great help to Chen Yuan, and he was looking forward to the help that the Blood Demon Knife would bring to him.

In the room, many believers who had not had time to escape were shivering and hiding in the corner, and in addition to that, there were some monks buried under them.

They are not lifeless people, but real monks of the Temple of Mercy and Grace.

Chen Yuan didn't pay attention to them, but slashed the house with a knife and quickly left.

Goal, main hall!

Chen Yuan didn't know how long the fight outside would last, so he had to do it as soon as possible.

Soon, Chen Yuan arrived at the front of the main hall, without the slightest stagnation, he directly entered a small ruined temple next to him, and as soon as he entered, suddenly a palm wind struck.

Chen Yuan's body was full of qi and blood, without the slightest stagnation, and he also punched out.

"Bang!"

The attacking man was instantly blown away, making a sound of broken tendons.

"Well, it's you!"

"It's you!"

Chen Yuan fixed his eyes and saw that the guy on the ground was the lame fat man before, and the guy on the ground was also stunned on the spot, staring at the official uniform on Chen Yuan's body with disbelief eyes, and said in a low voice:

"Did you bring the people from the Yamen?"

Chen Yuan glanced at him with a cold gaze and cut off his head with a knife:

"Do you have eyes on your ass?"

He also attracted the people from the yamen, and he was obviously a member of the yamen.

Without dealing with the corpses on the ground, Chen Yuan opened the curtain, glanced back, and walked in very resolutely.

Behind the ruined temple, there was a jungle that blocked the view, Chen Yuan didn't observe too much, and walked in directly, Chen Yuan walked along the path on the ground, as if there was a wind under his feet.

It took nearly ten breaths to get out of the jungle.

What caught his eye was a bare hill.

On the hill is a statue of a Buddha with closed eyes.