On the far side of the street, four monks came on foot.

They were shrouded in golden Buddha light, which was extremely conspicuous in the night. Along the way, pedestrians avoided and pointed at their backs.

A group of people who were talking about the "Red List" on the street corner also stopped talking and followed the four monks curiously.

The monks stopped near the inn.

"The cause and effect cards are here." The white-eyed and white-bearded old monk at the head looked at the inn and said.

Another tall monk wrinkled his brows, looked at the two swordsmen fighting fiercely at the door of the inn, and said in a deep voice: "I'll go and persuade these two people to leave!" ”

In this sword battle, the situation is already very clear.

Ye Xingsoul, a young man in black, had a short lead at first with his tricky and vicious moves, but as soon as he passed a hundred moves, he fell behind.

The elegant son Zhao Ying's figure was erratic and treacherous, and the folding fan in his hand was like a butterfly flying like a flower, calmly defusing Ye Xingsoul's offensive, and even beating with a beating, forcing Ye Xingsoul into a desperate situation step by step.

After two hundred moves, Ye Xing's soul came out of the sword slowly, panting like a cow, his whole body was soaked with sweat, and his red eyes showed a look of despair.

He was not reconciled!

However, the gap between the combat power of the two sides is very obvious, even if you are unwilling, even if you are angry, you can't save the defeat!

Once you lose, you have to die.

The revenge of more than 300 members of the Ye family can no longer be avenged!

Even Yin Meng could see that Ye Xingsoul's defeat was doomed.

She bit her lip and reminded, "Brother Ying, be merciful!" ”

Zhao Ying didn't seem to hear Yin Meng's voice, but suddenly made a ruthless move.

The silver folding fan drew a circle of fan-shaped cold light, and burst into the afterimage of the flying sword qi, and the black mangs in the sky suddenly dissipated, Ye Xing's soul snorted, and the whole person was shocked and staggered back.

Zhao Ying's pupils revealed a murderous intent, the silver fan swept a circle of air waves with a cold mang, and the water light gathered into a huge fan surface that flowed with his right arm, and the sky became hazy, unrelentingly wrapped around Ye Xing's soul's body.

This move is "ten thousand days of silence", which is not only a difference between victory and defeat, but also life and death.

Ye Xing's soul was stunned, and he was powerless to resist, watching the silver water light spread over.

At this moment, Zhao Ying's complexion suddenly changed, he forcibly withdrew his moves, turned around quickly, and looked at the door of the inn in horror.

It was as if there was an icy cold current pouring out of the inn.

Ye Xingsoul first felt the pressure on his body loosen, and the terrifying feeling of imminent death gradually disappeared. But then, an even more astonishing cold aura swelled and enveloped the entire street, causing him to shiver.

Everyone was amazed by this inexplicable feeling, and the noise and whispering came to an abrupt end, and the whole street fell silent for a moment.

A young man with a pale face and a white shirt, with an almost sluggish and indifferent expression, walked out of the inn alone under the gaze of everyone.

The moment people watched him walk down the stairs and step into the long street, they felt as if the whole street was shaking, and the vision became blurred and hazy, and the already dim night became deeper and deeper, and even the lights along the street were squeezed into tiny points, and they could no longer illuminate the road.

What a terrible momentum! Before he could make a move, the cold pressure was already breathless!

Even a master like Zhao Ying felt a tightness in his chest.

He could see the young man's face clearly, and he felt his scalp tingle with it.

'How is he?' ’

Zhao Ying gasped, stiffened, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Tai also wants to interfere in my discussion with Brother Ye?" ”

Jiang Chen didn't look at him, his gaze crossed Zhao Ying, and fixed on the four monks not far away.

Under his awe-inspiring gaze, the golden light of the four monks' protective bodies seemed to dim a little.

A tall monk couldn't hold back the heavy pressure and took the lead in shouting, "Demon! Sure enough, you're here! Hand over Her Highness the Jade Maiden! ”

Jiang Chen tugged at the corners of his mouth and showed a smile: "There is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell for you to throw yourself in." Since it was sent to the door, I laughed at it! ”

His smile fell in the eyes of everyone, but it was more terrifying than not smiling.

The temperature in the air is getting colder and colder, almost freezing frost.

An old monk with white eyebrows and white beard folded his hands and pronounced a Buddha name: "Nanwu Futu King Buddha!" The donor has such a heavy murderous aura at such a young age, if he does not take refuge in my Buddha, he will become a disaster in the future! ”

As he chanted the mantra, a sacred and magnificent momentum rose all over his body, and the golden Buddha light shone in all directions, giving people the feeling of seeing the Bodhisattvas and Buddhas, and they couldn't help but be in awe.

In a trance, people heard a magnificent and majestic sound of Buddha chanting in their ears, as if there were thousands of monks chanting in unison around them, dispelling a lot of the cold atmosphere on the street.

Only then did someone recover from the cold hallucinations of the darkness of the day and the freezing of the blood, and couldn't help but lean closer to their companions, snuggle up for warmth, and whisper.

"I was scared to death just now, who is this guy?"

"Why do I look at him a little familiar, have you seen him somewhere?"

When you say that, it seems really familiar...... My mother! The top of the bonus list, cherish the playboy! ”

In the inn, Xining wanted to go out, but was stopped by Su Yunqing.

"You'd better not show up." Su Yunqing said in a low voice.

Xining looked at the monks from afar, her eyes lit up with hope, but then she was overwhelmed by more fear. The tragic situation of Zhang Ping'an's death once again appeared in front of her eyes, and she was afraid that these people would fall into the same fate as Zhang Ping'an.

In the corner, Nalan Catcher under the table struggled: "The senior monk of the Futu Sect is here, let's go and cheer for the master!" ”

He Asheng was a little hesitant, but Xu Shaohong refused to let go: "Uncle Nalan, wait a little longer, when a few masters win, it's not too late to celebrate them!" ”

Nalan caught his head and scolded: "You little rabbit cub, it's the other way around-"

Jiang Chen silently looked at the four monks in front of him.

The white-eyed and white-bearded old monk led by him was the pinnacle of the sixth-order "blood transfer", which was similar to the Chiyang and martial arts in Western Liaocheng at the beginning.

The other tall monk is a fifth-order "marrow washing" physique, which is equivalent to the "Five Tigers of Western Liao".

The remaining two are all fourth-order "quenching bones", and they can be regarded as masters with names and surnames in the worldly martial arts.

These four monks were originally not to be underestimated, if they were placed in Xiliao City, they would be enough to form a great hunting group, which was no worse than the double wolf hunting group.

But now Jiang Chen is no longer the immature boy who is just starting out, but a strong man who is enough to suppress one side!

Under Xuangang, if it weren't for the formation of a battle formation, there would be nothing to be afraid of in front of Xuangang's strong people!

The white-eyed old monk stepped forward, sealed his hands, and shouted: "Don't take refuge yet, but when!" ”

As he roared forward, his burly body seemed to be a little taller, as majestic and dazzling as King Kong.

The magnificent and vast Buddha light that spread out in an instant engulfed Jiang Chen's figure.