As soon as these words came out, several people beside Yang Xiu suddenly didn't dare to move, but their eyes were still staring at Chen Yuan tightly, and the anger in their eyes seemed to overflow their eyes.

Then he turned his hopeful gaze to Senior Brother Yang Xiu.

Of the few people present, he was the only one who was a martial artist, as for them refining bones and blood...

With the demon in front of him, he is not an opponent of the same level at all.

Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, Devil?

Didn't they make the first move?

It's shameless!

"Use the Qinglian Sword Formation to kill this liao!"

After a moment of silence, Yang Xiu let out a low snort.

Although he is also a martial artist, he really can't understand the reality of this person, it is likely that he is not an opponent, it is better to be safe.

The death of the junior sister has proved this before.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Several people immediately responded, and their figures quickly dispersed, firmly surrounding Chen Yuan, and the atmosphere froze.

Yang Xiu's sword flower shook, and his eyes flashed with a cold light:

"Rise!"

He let out a low snort, and surrounded Chen Yuan's several people, the two of them jumped up and stabbed at Chen Yuan from the void like Yang Xiu, and the remaining two attacked Chen Yuan's lower three paths.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and looking from afar, the formation of several people really looked like a blooming lotus.

In this regard, Chen Yuan just chuckled, and a black evil qi erupted from the dantian, enveloping the entire sword body in an instant, as if it was contaminated with a layer of black flames.

"Condensation!"

Suddenly, Yang Xiu suddenly exclaimed, and was about to summon a few junior disciples to flee immediately.

The warriors can still fight, and there is almost no hope for condensation!

This is not something that can be done by simply a few foundation-building martial artists joining forces, the evil qi is released, and the strength is multiplied, which is completely different from the true qi.

However, he exclaimed that it was too late.

Chen Yuan held the knife in one hand, and slashed out with a knife.

"Huh!"

The black knife slashed the person on the left in half from the middle, and his body seemed to suddenly lose his strength and fell to the ground.

Separation of the body and head!

"Bang!"

"Bell!"

Chen Yuan slammed his palm on Yang Xiu's sword, and although he blocked it in time, he still endured a strong palm, flew out upside down, and fell to the ground with a 'boom'.

The other person raised the sword rung, but the sword body was divided into two halves under the Yanling knife, and the powerful force directly cut off the man's arm, and the slightest evil qi instantly entered the body.

In just a moment, there was only one person left, and the two of them saw that the situation was not good, and retreated again and again, but Chen Yuan also did not let him go, with a pick of his right foot, a short sword was provoked by this force.

Then it kicked it out, like a bullet into the back of a man's buttocks.

Chrysanthemum remnants, full of wounds.

Drops of blood dripped down the broken sword, and the man wailed in great pain, and lay on the ground, his face full of hideousness.

In the heavy rain, time seems to stand still.

Chen Yuan slowly wiped the blade of a white-clothed corpse on the ground.

Yang Xiu supported the ground with one hand and slowly stood up, his eyes were full of horror and inexplicable looks, he looked at Chen Yuan with some horror, some incredulous, the corners of his mouth squirmed,

But in the end, nothing was said.

Three-breath time!

From the beginning of the battle to the end, it only took three breaths, and the man only made a few swords, and he solved half of them like chopping melons and vegetables.

Including him, there were three people left, one seriously injured, one with a broken arm, one barely able to move...

The battle can be said to be over.

He now understood why Chen Yuan had a somewhat contemptuous look before, it turned out that he really didn't take them in his eyes.

"It's me who has no eyes and has offended Your Excellency."

Yang Xiu lowered his head and said softly.

Carrying a knife, Chen Yuan slowly walked towards Yang Xiu, and said as he walked:

"What's the use of talking about that now?"

"Please also leave a name, and let Yang be a ghost..."At this point, Yang Xiu basically had no hope, and from this person's eyes, he didn't feel a trace of pity.

Yes, just ruthless indifference...

He only hated himself for being impulsive now, relying on the identity of the Qinglian Sword Sect to feel that everyone had to endure himself, but he didn't find that this was not the realm of Yunyang Mansion.

The forces of the Qinglian Sword Sect couldn't reach here at all.

Thinking about the man in black in front of him, if he dares to act alone, he must have some strength.

It's a pity that it's too late for me to say more.

The guy in front of him won't give him any chance to survive, because if it were him, it would be the same!

"You'd better be a fool..."

Chen Yuan's eyes were calm, and he slowly raised the knife in his hand.

Yang Xiu closed his eyes and waited for death, he actually had some resistance now, but in front of a condensed martial artist, it was all in vain......

The cold wind blew a strand of hair on Chen Yuan's cheek, and the long knife in his hand slammed... Throw!

Not a split, but a throw, in the direction behind you.

The reason why he didn't quickly resolve the battle was that he sensed that there were people nearby, and he seemed to be walking towards Yang Xiu step by step, but in fact, he was perceiving the movements around him.

And when he raised the knife, the man finally revealed a hint of his own opportunity!

At the same time as Chen Yuan threw the Yanling knife, a dark golden Zen staff also broke through the air at the same time, smashing out towards Chen Yuan, with a fierce spirit, and he knew that it was extraordinary at a glance.

"Bang!"

The dark golden Zen staff and the Yanling knife collided together, making a muffled snorting sound, sparks splashed everywhere, the Yanling knife and the Zen staff both collapsed, Chen Yuan stretched out his hand, and the Yanling knife fell into his hand.

When the evil qi is released, Chen Yuan can already pull the blade within a short distance.

However, it is generally only possible to retract the blade, and it is not possible to kill with the sword or the sword.

On top of the ruined temple, a middle-aged monk in a gray monk's robe took back his Zen staff and put his hands together:

"Amitabha!"

The monk's gaze at Chen Yuan was extremely solemn.

With just the collision of Fang Cai, he could sense that the strength of the man in black in front of him was probably not inferior to him.

"Monk..."

Chen Yuan's eyes flashed with a cold light, after what happened before, he now had a very bad sense of the monk.

"Master Xuanci!"

Yang Xiu's eyes on the ground burst with hope.

He played the biggest role in injuring the people of the Hundred Variety Langjun Miao Renfeng before, and he was even more frightened that the Miao people fled in a hurry, and his strength can be seen!

Seeing him, Yang Xiu felt like he had been thirsty in the desert for three days and suddenly saw an oasis.

The look of surprise is indescribable. Gu Xuan

"Xuan Ci..."

Chen Yuan frowned, is this 'Xuan' character related to Jinshan Temple?

Xuan Ci, who was dressed in a green monk's robe, jumped up, and fell to the ground lightly, looking at Yang Xiu and the stumps and broken arms on the ground, his eyes showed a touch of compassion:

"Master Yang, the poor monk is late."

In this regard, Chen Yuan just sneered disdainfully, when he did it before, he had already sensed that this dead bald donkey was coming, but he just couldn't bear it.

Now it has appeared at a critical moment, and it looks like a savior.

However, Chen Yuan did not demolish him, since he came, then don't leave!

It just so happened that the interest of Jinshan Temple was recovered from him first.

"Master !!"

Yang Xiu's tears of excitement flowed.

"Master save me."

"Please also ask the master to help."

The other two also hurriedly begged for mercy.

They didn't speak before because they thought they were going to die, but now that Master Xuanci had arrived, they had seen the hope of life again.

In the face of life and death, few people can see it.

Xuan Ci nodded solemnly, then turned to look at Chen Yuan:

"This agent is a little too ruthless!"

"Are these people ruthless when they want to kill me? How... I'm going to be ruthless when I fight back? What is the truth of this, or is it ... This is just the bullshit of your Buddhism! ”

Chen Yuan snorted coldly.

Xuan Nu heard that Chen Yuan seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the Buddhism, and said in a low voice:

"They're just chasing the wicked."

"Huh, so what? Can you kill people at will? ”

"Your Excellency is a little dissatisfied with Buddhism?"

"yes!"

Chen Yuan looked directly at him and nodded.

"Poor monk Xuanci, from Jinshan Temple."

Xuan Ci frowned and reported to his home.

"Jinshan Temple... It's amazing, you're going to stand up for them? Yes, but you have to exchange your life, they all say that Buddhism is compassionate, so are you willing to change it now? ”

Chen Yuan was a little disdainful.

"I just want to save their lives, the Qinglian Sword Sect is a big faction in Yunyang Mansion, and they have always been people in the righteous path, since the poor monks have met them, it is impossible for them to retreat."

Xuan Ci looked at Chen Yuan flatly.

"It's still going to be a fight, so come on, I'll see if your head is as hard as your mouth!" There is no nonsense, Chen Yuan pointed at Xuan Ci.

A flame-like aura instantly filled the blade of the sword.

The powerful momentum rose from Chen Yuan's body, and the murderous intent in his eyes was fierce!

The monk of Jinshan Temple, he has wanted to kill for a long time.

Xuan Ci frowned, sensing the extremely cold yin and evil qi, and suddenly realized in his heart that it was probably a high-grade pure evil qi, and he didn't know how he got it.

Subconsciously touched the injury on his chest, Xuan Ci knew that he was very likely to lose.

"Donor, slow!"

Xuan Ci hurriedly said.

There was no fluctuation in Chen Yuan's eyes:

"You say slow and slow, you are the Buddha?"

"Fighting, killing, and killing will only hurt both sides in the end, so it's better to change the way..."Xuan Ci calmed down.

Why do the monks of Jinshan Temple like to play this tune?

Chen Yuan didn't answer and continued to walk towards him.

Seeing that Chen Yuan did not respond, Xuan Ci hurriedly said:

"Although the strength of the donor is strong, it is only at the level of condensation like the poor monk, even if you win, you will inevitably leave some injuries, it is better to listen to the poor monk."

As he spoke, Xuan Ci's hand holding the Zen staff shook suddenly, and a golden Buddha light appeared in his palm.

"Huh?"

Chen Yuan stopped, from this monk's body, he did sense a touch of danger, but... This is not enough.

Seeing Chen Yuan stop, Xuan Ci continued:

"The poor monk is forty-one years old this year, as long as the donor can guess whether the poor monk's toes are even or odd when he is forty-two years old, several donors of the Qinglian Sword Sect will be at the disposal of the donor."

"At the same time, the poor monk is also willing to cut off his own arm, but if the donor's guess is wrong, please ask the donor's subordinates to show mercy and spare their lives."

Yang Xiu and the others took a deep breath and looked at Xuan Ci with some panic, how could their lives be so child's play?

But at this moment, he did not dare to refute it.

If you don't leave them alone, there's really no hope.

"I guess... It's an even number. ”

The corners of Chen Yuan's mouth hooked, this scene seemed to have been seen in a certain TV series, but how could he follow the above cooperation?

Xuan Ci smiled and took off his two shoes, ten toes were exactly an even number!

Looking at his toes, Xuan Ci's eyes narrowed, this time if he saved a few people from the Qinglian Sword Sect, he would almost be able to get what he wanted.

Immediately, his eyes were cold, and he grabbed the Zen staff and slammed it into the big toe of his left foot.

"Bang."

Blood splattered, flesh and blood blurred, and there were still nine of the ten toes left, he looked at Chen Yuan and said:

"The donor guessed wrong, when the poor monk was forty-two years old, his toes were odd!"

Chen Yuan shook his head with his left hand behind his back, and the evil qi that had already been prepared suddenly erupted.

A cloud of evil qi suddenly slammed into Monk Xuan Ci's left foot, Xuan Ci was startled, but he didn't expect Chen Yuan to suddenly make a move and wanted to take a step back.

But after all, it was still a step too late.

The distance between them was already very close, and with Chen Yuan's sudden move, he didn't have much defense, and he didn't have time at all...

"Bang!"

In the moment of yin evil, all the remaining four toes of Xuan Ci's left foot were blasted into a blood mist, and a feeling of pain into the bone marrow surged into his heart, making Xuan Nu's face tense.

"If I say even, it's even! Do you want to keep guessing? Chen Yuan looked at Xuan Ci with a smile and said.

Now Xuan Ci still has five toes, which is an odd number......

If Xuan Ci could still have some resistance before, then now there is basically no possibility, and the bursting of five toes will greatly affect Xuan Ci's state.

Moreover, there is also a yin and evil qi entering the body!

It's fair to say that he has little hope of winning at the moment.

This is what Chen Yuan really promised him for.

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