Zhibei did not hesitate, as soon as he turned around and unfolded his body, he approached the ranks of the monks and soldiers like a bird throwing into the forest.

In the desolate ancestral hall, the name of Di Renjie, the Duke of Liang of the Tang Dynasty, is still written on the main plaque of the enshrined gods, but the statue of Di Gong is only a broken pedestal.

"The thief monk is not fooled!"

Meng Yishan stood with his sword in his hand, and the ghost of the senior brother of Bishan who was slapped by Di Luo stood beside him.

This high disciple of the Ghost Ancestor said with some hatred, "I'll go and meet my senior sister and attack this monk together." ”

The two ghosts of Bishan are fighting together, but they are capable of fighting Zhang Fan, and they can't beat Diluo and can't kill you, Zhibei?

The ghost was eager to retaliate, and suddenly flashed out of the hole in the ancestral hall.

Before leaving, he glanced at a coffin in the middle of the main hall. It was a coffin that had been sitting for an unknown number of years, and the lid of the longevity was gone.

When the ghost went out, Lao Meng's most trusted confidant brother, Mo Kui Mo Tiexiong, sat up in the coffin.

Generally, the longevity material is a combination of the two layers of the inner coffin and the outer coffin, and the inner coffin has been cleared here, leaving only the wide outer coffin, which hides Mo Kui and a waist with the power of eight stones.

Lao Meng arranged one inside and one outside, unveiled the coffin and lifted Lu Yunpeng, and disemboweled Mo Tiexiong.

Lu Yunpeng successfully hit Master Wu Che of the Shaolin Supervision Institute with one shot, Mo Kui, who was ready to ambush, did not use his back hand, and grandmasters like Xue'an and Diluo couldn't shoot with crossbows.

The Zhibei monk has a suitable goal, and his vigilance is a little strong, and he is still worried that the formation of the monks and soldiers will be broken through by the cavalry, so he did not come in and make a move with Lao Meng.

If he really broke in, he would let the three of them join forces to plot in the ancestral hall.

Lao Meng, who was interested in fishing, was not discouraged, and said to Mo Kui with a smile: "Don't stay Tie Xiong, I'll help you shave your hair, you get a monk's robe and blend into the battlefield, and find an opportunity to kill the one with the most noble status in us." ”

What is Mo Kui's identity, a Shaolin outcast, good at mad demon warfare. The soldiers are fierce and dangerous, and the Shaolin monk mistakenly killed a person in the storm on the battlefield, which is very reasonable.

The two armies faced each other, bleeding and pestles.

This kind of close-range tragedy made Zhu Ju, the king of Yongning County, who had seen the mutiny scene, change his color.

Dressed in brocade, but the little county king with no style was forced to awaken the memory of the night of the bloody battle in the palace.

"Lone is the son of the dragon and the grandson of the dragon, and he is the master of this great tomorrow, he will definitely be able to get out of danger, he will definitely be able to."

At this moment, he was fierce and muttered.

Zhu Ju cheered himself up in a little panic. This Daming clan, whose surname is good and has been angry and resentful in the fiefdom, is very similar to the ancestor who had a bad reputation for killing innocents, and was personally condemned by Yongle Emperor Zhu Di as King Yili.

Song Jizu, dressed in green clothes, with a slightly hunched waist and a humble little official, stood behind him with his sleeves and hands, and a five-inch long short blade with two sides on his belt, commonly known as a pinch!

Old Song's eyes were slightly closed, and he looked at Zhu Ju's neck very maliciously, a good opportunity, as long as he poked it casually, he would be able to give this little county king a result.

The last time he was so excited, he succeeded the White Lotus Sect Wenxian Sect as the head of the first line, visited the five ancestors of the White Lotus, and swore that the silt came from the chaos Qi, and the White Lotus was in its prime.

Bullshit! After killing all these officials surnamed Zhu and the Manchu Dynasty, it is possible to have a peaceful and prosperous era.

I really wanted to stab Zhu Ju all at once, but now he had to listen to Meng Yishan, and he only felt unhappy in his heart.

At this time, Xiao Junwang happened to turn his head, saw this master under the inspection department, and said eagerly: "This strong man, Xiao Wang has you to protect him." Still not at ease, he took off a very good carving dragon jade pendant from his waist, and stretched out his hand to stuff it to Song Jizu.

Old Song didn't even dare to say it, his waist was hunched even more, and he took the jade pendant from the hands of the little county king with respectful hands.

Zhu Ju seemed to be relieved, but he knew Song Jizu, and during his house arrest in the palace, he even used some hidden people to investigate.

This is the killer who killed his mastermind Luo Pinghai, and directly caused his mutiny to fail.

Zhu Ju decided in his heart that if he was arrested this time, he would honestly confess his guilt to his father and eldest brother.

It's not a shame to cry bitterly, maybe you will be a monk for a few years and put it back in the fiefdom.

When the time comes, the revenge must be intensified, and this green-robed little official and his master Meng Yishan will both die!

If you want to chase away the light horsemen, the snow is full of bows and knives.

A group of cavalry guarding in Luoyang is still very powerful, after the battle is unfavorable, quickly turn the horse back quickly, take the initiative to get out of a distance, the cavalry's horses gallop in the slush, people pull the bowstring on the horse, a row of long arrows with barbs in the neighing of the horse shoot out, immediately shot wounded and killed several monks, a round down shot down seven or eight.

The foot soldiers lined up in a small formation, trotted up, raised the spears in their hands, and shot their guns together in the shouting and cheering, stabbing at the monks and soldiers, and continued to stab!

But the monks on the opposite side were extremely powerful, and the iron rods danced violently. Clang! They smashed their guns one after another.

The front row of several petty officers were still covered with iron armor on the outside of their battle jackets, but there was no safety in the face of blunt weapons such as iron rods.

The white-knuckle battle is still ongoing, several monks and soldiers have been wounded by arrows before, feather arrows are still stuck in their bodies, and they can't use their strength in battle, and they are covered by their companions wielding sticks, and there is also one who has not had time to rescue, and was stabbed in the chest and abdomen by several spears, and was stabbed to death on the spot!

A few of these monks and soldiers are masters of the sect, it is too easy to deal with this spear formation, and they can even hold the stick with one hand without moving, and the other arm is free, quickly grab the incoming gun, and grab the gun with one arm.

They also quickly turned the iron spear they had captured and threw it at the cavalry!

The real spear throwing requires special training.

These martial arts masters threw them out, and the strength was enough, but most of them were not very good and did not make meritorious contributions. But in the battlefield, these spears flew over with a sharp roar and nailed to the ground, and the sense of oppression brought by it was very great.

A monk who had his arm cut off by Meng Yishan quickly tied the wound with a monk's robe, and stopped the bleeding by clicking on the acupoint.

Jieyi stood up with a pale face, and there were already two fellow disciples lying beside him who had died in battle to protect him.

This disabled Dharma Lower House first-class master, staggered to dodge a few spears stabbed at him, took a golden rooster stake in one leg, and kicked out with lightning in the other leg, bang! Kicked two flying spears and stabbed him one after another, and as soon as his feet hit the ground, he quickly changed his posture, and with one arm probing his hand to catch the moon, he snatched a spear in front of him.

The owner of that gun was a veteran of the Ming army with a lot of experience in battle formations, and he reacted quickly and quickly withdrew his elbow and put away the gun!

But the monk was very quick to grasp it, and the gun was still caught right at once. Immediately, an irresistible force came, and the whole gun was snatched away by the Ring Anger. The monk quickly rushed up closely, leaned on his left shoulder violently, and hit the old soldier's heart, breaking his ribs in the blink of an eye, and he died of exhaustion.

He is a good knife in his hand, and he is a master of the Dharma Lower Court.

He was defeated by Meng Yishan, who was faster, but he was still definitely better than the elite of ordinary soldiers.

The monk put the spear in his hand full of true power, stood a horse step with a gloomy face, flicked his left hand, and threw the iron spear at the cavalry team fifty paces away!

The golden wind is rising, and the iron rider is wailing!

The shot pierced through the chest of one of the horsemen, penetrated through the body and then through the abdomen of one of the men in the back row, and the tip of the spear penetrated the backbone of the knight's horse with great force, nailing both man and horse to the ground.

Kill two people and pierce a horse. The Shaolin monks were invigorated.