Zhang Yuan stepped forward and said, "Feng Wanli, it's still too late to surrender to Cheng." ”

Feng Wanli's eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "Zhang Yuan, not everyone is like you, who likes to sell the country for glory. Dead this heart is. ”

"Okay." Zhang Yuan's palm instantly condensed his true qi, and he slapped it out with a palm.

The palm wind was strong, Feng Wanli didn't dare to respond, leaned over to dodge, and took the opportunity to fight back with a stab.

Zhang Yuan clamped the blade of the knife with both palms, poured his whole body cultivation into the palm of his hand, and shook it hard, wanting to break it.

Unfortunately, although the blade of this horizontal knife is slender, it is rigid and soft, and it carries Feng Wanli's internal force, which was bent in an instant, and the prototype was restored in an instant, and it failed to do what Zhang Yuan wanted.

Feng Wanli clenched the handle of the knife and stirred it hard, stabbing forward with all his might, Zhang Yuan was not quick to let go, and jumped back to dodge in time, not only his palms were going to suffer, but he was afraid that he would also stab a hole in his chest.

"Evil beast, don't be caught yet!" Zhao Mingxiu shouted angrily, and frightened many people outside the courtyard gate.

Liu Zhongtian stepped forward quickly and said, "The disciple is willing to clean the door for the master. ”

"Go ahead, don't think about the same thing." Zhao Mingxiu saw that Feng Wanli was injured in many places, and his right arm holding the knife was bleeding nonstop, and he felt that Liu Zhongtian should be his opponent, so he casually agreed.

Liu Zhongtian bowed down and said, "Yes, Master." He drew his sword and was about to go forward to fight, but was stopped by a voice.

Zhang Yuan said: "Zhao Daxia, such a good thing to clean up the portal, why not hand it over to Sect Master Dong to do." ”

Zhao Mingxiu turned to Dong Xiaowan and said, "Xiaowan, what do you think?" ”

There are many disciples in Biluohumen, and Feng Wanli is a decent person, and he values love and righteousness the most. In the past 20 years, Feng Wanli has not only given her Dong Xiaowan more guidance in martial arts cultivation, but also cared for her in life. In such a situation, how dare she, Dong Xiaowan, take advantage of the danger of others, take revenge and harm his life.

Dong Xiaowan stepped forward and said hesitantly, "Master, I ......"

Feng Wanli knew that it was impossible to escape death today, and he was already ready to die, seeing that Zhao Mingxiu's eyes had fangs, he hurriedly shouted loudly: "Dong Xiaowan, you dare to stand in the same column with the person who betrayed your ancestors, you and I have already broken off our righteousness, and we are incompatible." If you are not afraid of death, come forward, if you are afraid of death, roll aside, why bother to show off your feelings in front of others. ”

Dong Xiaowan is a woman, more affection than wisdom, she knows that Zhang Yuan and Zhang Mingxiu have murderous intentions towards her, and she doesn't know that killing Feng Wanli is the only choice for her to show her loyalty. Fortunately, Feng Wanli's words poured at her like a basin of cold water, and she suddenly sobered up and knew the seriousness of the matter. Seeing that Master Zhao Mingxiu was about to speak, he hurriedly turned around and stepped forward with his sword, and shouted angrily: "Feng Wanli, forget it if you live up to your master's order, you are still here to speak out and be disobedient, and slander your master, you are really a great rebel and a deceitful to destroy your ancestors." I, Dong Xiaowan, broke off with you today, and I am incompatible. Suffer death. ”

Feng Wanli laughed: "Come on!" Those who betray the country and seek glory, I Feng Wanli can be afraid of them. "Came forward with a knife and called for battle.

Dong Xiaowan did not show weakness, drew her sword out of the sheath, and bullied her to face the battle.

Suddenly, the sword light flashed, the sword shadows flew, and the sound of the sword collision was crisp and pleasant, it was really a good fight.

Although Feng Wanli's martial arts are slightly better, he is injured, and although Dong Xiaowan's martial arts are mostly instructed by Feng Wanli, they have already passed without a trace.

After more than a dozen strokes, the two were evenly matched, and there was no victory.

Immediately after more than a dozen strokes, Feng Wanli gradually lost his opponent, and several new sword wounds were added.

I don't know if Feng Wanli collapsed due to excessive bleeding, or because of the unbearable pain, which made his move slower, or because Dong Xiaowan's skills were extraordinary...... No matter what the reason is, it is most likely that Feng Wanli knows that he has no hope of survival, and he doesn't want to hurt this little junior sister, and he feels that her life is bitter enough, clean enough, and not easy enough.

Zhao Mingxiu saw that Feng Wanli's pace began to be chaotic, and his action was sluggish, and shouted: "Xiaowan, kill him." ”

Dong Xiaowan accepted the master's order, quickly stabbed Feng Wanli's abdomen with a sword, and then slapped Feng Wanli's chest and shoulder with a palm.

Feng Wanli didn't dodge, the sword in his abdomen, and then he was shocked by Dong Xiaowan's strong palm power, floated out and fell to the ground, struggled several times and failed to get up, his whole body was covered with sunlight, he writhed a few times in a pool of blood, closed his tired eyelids, said goodbye to those extremely ugly faces, and really came out of sight.

Seeing this, Liu Zhongtian flashed over, squatted down with his back to everyone, and secretly slapped his palm on Feng Wanli's chest, seeing that Feng Wanli was motionless, he stood up with confidence, walked back to Zhao Mingxiu's side, and said, "Master, it's dead." ”

Zhao Mingxiu knows Feng Wanli's personality very well, it is impossible to pretend to be dead and fool himself, and he also knows that Liu Zhongtian is a human being, and it is impossible to let Feng Wanli live. In view of this, the pilgrims said, "Go, get out of here." He strode towards the courtyard gate, and the doormen followed.

Zhang Yuan took a good look at Feng Wanli's corpse, shook his head slightly, and let the two subordinates carry the two corpses on their backs, walk out of the courtyard gate, go out of the temple, and go down to Debai Mountain with Zhao Mingxiu, and disappear out of the sight of a small monk.

The little monk saw off the traces of Zhao Mingxiu and the others, ran into the temple, rushed to the door of the east wing, and said to the old monk who was sitting and reciting the scriptures: "Master, it's all gone." ”

"Amitabha!" The old monk got up, took the little monk to the westernmost courtyard, looked at the corpse of Feng Wanli on the ground, and unconsciously recited: "Amitabha, sin, sin." "I walked over with the little monk.

The little monk saw that Feng Wanli was covered in blood, and there were several wounds bleeding out, which was very strange, and he looked up at the old monk and asked, "Master, this benefactor is so strange, obviously dead, why is it still bleeding?" ”

After hearing this, the old monk looked at Feng Wanli's corpse, and saw that although Feng Wanli's face was pale, there was still pain between his eyebrows, so he leaned down, grabbed Feng Wanli's pulse, and listened.

The little monk asked, "Master, is he still alive?" ”

The old monk let go of Feng Wanli's wrist, put his hands together and said, "Buddha blesses, there is still a glimmer of life." ”

The little monk asked, "Are we going to save him?" ”

The old monk patted the little monk's head lightly and said, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and there is a reason not to save it when you see death." He helped Feng Wanli to sit upright, slowly helped him to his back, and walked towards the east wing.

The little monk followed behind and whispered, "Master, what if those fierce donors come back to ask for someone?" ”

The old monk said as he walked: "When I go to the back mountain and bury his bloody clothes, I will treat it as a mound of clothes." ”

Entering the east wing, the little monk helped put Feng Wanli flat on the ground, and whispered: "Master, he is obviously not dead, isn't it good to do this?" ”

The old monk folded his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and said, "Break the bad relationship and regain your life." Amitabha. ”

The little monk has the same example: "Amitabha." ”

The old monk took out a set of old monk's robes from the closet, took off Feng Wanli's bloody clothes, and the little monk brought clean water, washed Feng Wanli's body, and helped the old monk apply plaster powder to the wounds on Feng Wanli's body, and put on monk's robes.

After everything was dealt with, the master and apprentice moved Feng Wanli to bed, took Feng Wanli's bloody clothes out of the east wing, took a hoe, came to the back mountain, found a flat place to dig a pit, threw the bloody clothes into the pit, piled up a mound, and Feng Wanli's mound was completed.

The master and apprentice went down the back mountain, returned to the temple, used a hoe to remove the blood stains on the ground in the west courtyard, and then washed the ground with water before returning to the east wing. Seeing that Feng Wanli was asleep, he sat aside and meditated and meditated.

The thick sound of chanting drifted around, resounding all over the room, wrapping around Feng Wanli's body, for fear that he wouldn't be able to listen to it.