"You are..."Zhao Yizhi was so surprised that he even forgot to control the Qilong Sword.

Lichen stood motionless, unconcerned about the dagger against his chest, still chanting in a low voice.

The assassin with the dagger jumped back, and he couldn't believe what had just happened, his dagger stabbed out, not to mention cutting gold and breaking jade, it was also sharpening iron like clay, how could he have no way to take this little monk?

Zhao Yizhi had experienced a shock in the end, but this time he quickly came back to his senses, stretched out his two fingers, controlled the Qilong Sword, and slashed down with a sword, heading straight at the three of them.

"Get out of the way!" The three of them reminded each other, avoided opening the dragon sword, each held a weapon, and scattered towards Zhao Yizhi. The Qilong Sword took off into the air and condensed his qi, frantically chasing and suppressing the three of them, under the moonlight, the sword light and sword shadow.

The three of them are strong in martial arts, and while being wary of the Qilong Sword, they constantly look for opportunities and get close to Zhao Yizhi. They also shot a few times, but they were all blocked by the dust one by one, and even Zhao Yizhi's fur was difficult to hurt.

"This bald donkey is so difficult, if only Kong Wen and Liu Bing were here!"

"They should have chased after them just now!"

"Don't complain, think of others whenever something happens, or think about how to break his golden body!"

The three people on the other side were helpless against the golden body of the dust, and they all complained at this time. The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional, and Zhao Yizhi grasped the key point in the other party's words.

"Kong Wen? The people surnamed Kong on the rivers and lakes are a little famous, but they are all in Donglu Kongmen..."Zhao Yizhi will not forget Kongmen, Yi Xiaodao has mentioned it since he came back from Donglu. Daqi was once very prosperous, and it also admired the way of Confucius and Mencius. It's just that later, the national strength declined, and the vassal kings had different intentions, and the people naturally left behind Confucius and Mencius, who respected etiquette and religion, and Confucius also changed from prosperity to decline along with the national strength of the Great Apocalypse.

"Yi Xiaodao didn't say... The Confucian family obeyed his words and intended to join the imperial court? Zhao Yizhi was full of doubts at this time: the name of this Kong Wen was unheard of, and he didn't know if it was from Donglu Kongmen...

The five of them have been fighting for a long time, although Zhao Yizhi's divine sense control Qilong Sword is precise and delicate, and the Qilong Sword is also sharp and unparalleled, but in the end, he lacks actual combat and experience, and he missed it three times and twice by instinctively killing, and he regretted it.

"It's such a small emperor, will it take so long? A bunch of waste. The two of them swept from a distance, a man and a woman, their demeanor was very elegant, fluttering like a fairy, and the speed was extremely fast, and the momentum was awe-inspiring.

"Kong Wen, why have you been delaying for so long? But about five hundred people, as for such a long time? One of the three complained dissatisfiedly.

The man named Kong Wen is about forty years old, not showing a trace of old age, but revealing the handsomeness and maturity of a middle-aged man, and he is also a handsome uncle who fascinates thousands of girls in the future generations.

"We have two pairs of more than five hundred people, and we have still solved it, and you three against two, even dragged it out until now? Do you want to wait for Chen from the guard? The woman on the side was only in her thirties, she was born with a charming face, and her words were smiling, but no one dared to have other thoughts about her. The three of them didn't dare, and it was even more impossible for Zhao Yizhi and Chen.

"Okay, we waste, you are amazing, you come!" Two of the three seemed to be quite at odds with Kong Wen and the woman, so they simply stood aside, hugging their arms to their chests, looking like they didn't care about themselves.

In the end, the person who persuaded was the most calm, and said in a low voice: "Now is not the time to play tricks, when the matter is over, there is a place for you to play!" If anyone is dragging their feet now, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

The other four people saw that this person lowered their voices, and did not continue to argue, they all knew that the lower this person's voice was, the more terrible it was...

Kong Wen slipped out of a box from his sleeve, and when he opened it, it was full of ink, and a smell of ink wafted out, causing everyone except the woman to frown and cover their noses. Kong Wen didn't care, stretched out a finger, inserted it into the ink cartridge, dipped a finger of ink, and flicked his finger, and the ink on his fingertips was actually sprinkled in the air, floating in the air.

Zhao Yi chuckled in his heart, all the techniques that can control things are his fierce opponents, and they need to be treated carefully.

Kong Wen looked at the ink dots suspended in the air, stretched out his hand and brushed them one by one, the ink dots began to slowly get bigger, and soon, one by one, they had a fixed shape. Some are like swords, some are like guns... After a while, Kong Wen's body was suspended with all kinds of weapons, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, and eighteen kinds of weapons.

Zhao Yi insisted on moving, and the Qilong Sword flew back upside down, hanging beside him, carefully guarded. It's just that no matter what, a Qilong Sword is a little thinner for this weapon in the sky.

"Little master, can you stop it?" Zhao Yi looked at the weapon made of ink dots in the sky, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked with some weakness.

Lichen slowly shook his head: "The little monk doesn't know. ”

Zhao Yizhi smiled bitterly: "Since this is the case, then you can run for your life." It's me they're going to kill, and it's none of your business. ”

Lichen smiled lightly: "Ha, forgive the little monk for being rude, Your Majesty was originally a person who was afraid of death, but today he showed rare courage three times and twice, why?" ”

Zhao Yizhi was helpless: "Can't you Buddhist people speak better?" Although I do have a fear of death... But one person dies and two dies. Since I am the emperor of the Great Apocalypse, how can I let my people die? ”

When Lichen heard Zhao Yizhi's words, he slowly turned around, turned his back to Kong Wen, faced Zhao Yizhi, stared at Zhao Yizhi's eyes, and said seriously: "Your Majesty loves the people like a son, has a benevolent heart, and is a wise monarch, so you can't let Your Majesty have anything to do." ”

"You..."

"Ten Thousand Ink Kill!" Kong Wen waved one hand, and all the weapons in the sky made of ink spots flew towards Zhao Yizhi, and in the dark ink, endless killing opportunities were hidden.

Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand and beckoned the Qilong Sword, and was about to resist, and by the way, he was about to drag the dust back with one hand, but he found that he couldn't drag this weak little monk!

"King Kong subdued the demon!"

Lichen's eyes widened in anger, and his simple robe was torn apart, turned into rags, and floated to the ground. Zhao Yizhi watched as a weak and fair-skinned little monk turned into a tall man of more than nine feet in front of him...

Seeing this situation, Zhao Yizhi only thought of the vajra wrestlers who were enshrined in the temple, enshrined in the main hall, and accompanied by the Buddha and Bodhisattva...

"Boom!"

Turning around, he smashed the ink dot weapons in the sky with one punch, and the weapons that were still extremely sharp just now, and the weapons that concealed the killing machine had all turned into a little ink on the dust fist, dripping to the ground little by little.

"How... How can it be! The five people on the other side were all shocked, and even Kong Wen, who was not shocked, widened his eyes and couldn't believe it. Just now, he was a weak little monk, and suddenly he became like this... This posture, to say the least, also refers to the realm of the medium-term...

A young monk in his twenties... Medium-term...

"Is this the Buddha?" all those present had this thought in their hearts.

Lichen smashed the weapons in the sky with a punch, without pausing, kicked the ground with his bare feet, and kicked all the green bricks on the ground to pieces, and the whole person pounced on Kong Wen and the others with strength.

Speed!

The man with the dagger was the first to be targeted, and in desperation, the two daggers staggered in front of his chest, trying to block the punch. When the punch arrives, people fly, and they can't be stopped at all.

"Liu Bing!" Seeing this, Kong Wen hurriedly shouted, and a trace of anxiety appeared on his calm face, and he overturned his ink cartridge, and all the thick ink in the ink cartridge was poured out.

Two white lines flew out of the sleeves of the charming woman, and they were entangled in the dust. Zhao Yizhi's divine sense swept over in a flash, this was not a vain practice, but two blank papers. Extremely soft, soft as a white cloth.

The two white papers in the sleeves had just been entangled in the dust, and before they could be recovered, they were broken by the dust with both arms, and the white paper was torn apart.

Liu Bing was not discouraged, the white paper still stretched out from his sleeve, especially the two dragons, circling towards the dust, but this time, all the ink in the air was stained on the white paper. The two lines of paper, which had just been as white as the first snow, were already pitch black at this time.

"Bondage!"

Two lines of ink-stained white paper tightly bound the dust, and this time, the dust was finally restrained. Although he struggled as hard as he could, the two pieces of ink became tighter and tighter, and he couldn't break them for a while.

"Kong Wen Liu Bing's black and white entanglement, once tied... Even I can't solve it, can you? The man, who was accustomed to whispering, was also a little louder at this time.

Zhao Yizhi raised his hand and waved, and the sword of Qilong was sheng, slashing towards the ink paper that bound the dust.

"Shhhh One layer of ink paper was cut open, and seeing that the dust was struggling hard, as if it was about to break free, Liu Bing waved his hand again, and added two more layers to the cut ink paper.

"Try again." Liu Bing glanced at Zhao Yizhi provocatively, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, charming and moving.

The ink cartridge in Kong Wen's hand was already out of ink, so he simply threw away the ink cartridge, took out a brush from behind him, and walked slowly towards Zhao Yizhi.

Zhao Yi retreated step by step, no one knew how many exercises and magic weapons there were in this Kongwen, and now even the dust was entangled by them, although they couldn't help anything for a while, but their goal was originally themselves.

Lichen stopped struggling at this time, bowed his head and chanted silently, and the golden light on his body was even worse than just now: "Renjun has come to the world, and all evils have retreated!" ”

The ink on the ink paper was illuminated by golden light, and little by little, it slowly fell off the white paper and dripped to the ground. The white paper is no longer tightly bound, but slowly loosens, and without the strength of the entanglement, it becomes extremely soft.

Liu Bing's face was solemn, and she stretched out her hand to clench it in the void, but she was surprised to find that this blank paper no longer obeyed her servants!

The white paper slowly spread out, floating around the dust, and was also shining with golden light, floating up and down, floating on the dust, as if the golden glow of King Kong's body, it was very beautiful.

Kong Wen held the brush in his hand, only felt that his heart was beating wildly, and he didn't dare to approach Zhao Yizhi anymore, so he retreated. Liu Bing followed, and the two were quite inseparable.

Dusty broke free from his restraints, lifted his kick, and kicked away the person closest to him. Crashed into an abandoned and dilapidated house, which collapsed with a bang.

The five people just now, now only the man who spoke in a low voice was still standing in place, Zhao Yizhi wanted to hear what else he had to say, but after waiting for a while, he suddenly found that he didn't speak...