Full of stabbing scriptures, white silk blindfolded.

The person who appeared was the heart of the Lianhua Sect.

After not seeing him for many days, his complexion was slightly haggard, and there was a small scar on his neck, which seemed to be burned by something.

As the sun set, water dripped, but he didn't care about it, greedily taking a few breaths of fresh air.

In the ancient well, there are still people who keep crawling out.

They are all yellow-robed warrior monks, all of them have yellow faces and thin muscles, like evil ghosts, and they squint their eyes when they come out.

It seems that this sunset is a little dazzling.

Bang Dang!

The old man in the house came to the backyard to fetch water, and when he saw a group of strange monks, he was so frightened that the bucket fell.

"Don't implicate the innocent..."

Seeing the monk's head, he didn't reply.

A warrior monk who had already rushed out turned his fist into a palm when he heard the words, and gently knocked on the old man's neck.

The old man fainted suddenly.

The warrior monk grabbed the collar of the old man and put it down, without making a sound, and rushed into the courtyard again, putting down an old woman and two children.

The hemp rope is tied up, and the rags are gagged, which is very neat.

Seeing the monk sighed, "Fashan is a lay disciple after all, and his mind is not strong... Prepare lotus incense. ”

Several warrior monks didn't say a word, and took out a bamboo lotus flower from their arms.

Although this lotus flower is made of bamboo, it is very exquisitely made and lifelike, with a wooden stick as the stem below, and the lotus platform is composed of a circle of incense.

The monks lit them with fire folds, and then rubbed their hands together, and these lotus flowers buzzed up like bamboo dragonflies, whistling towards the six doors.

Seeing that the monk waited for a few breaths, he spoke:

"Do it!"

……

Six doors, inside the main courtyard.

There are already a lot of people gathered here.

Wang Zhutou was absent-minded, and asked a person next to him: "Hey, I said, what happened, the people gathered on this big night did not show their mouths." ”

"I heard there was a clue."

Another silver medal catcher said with a smile: "Once you find the traces of those thieves, the left and right Xiaowei will gather, and the autumn stove festival is imminent, so it's better to do it early." ”

Wang Zhutou sighed, "Yes, this day..."

"What's that?!"

"Fight down!"

Before he finished speaking, he heard the commotion outside.

Most of the people in the courtyard are silver medal catchers, and they can be said to be the backbone of the six doors, and they are all experienced.

If they didn't hear it right, they drew their swords and came out, and some people carried bows and arrows, and jumped onto the roof with a few steps.

When they came out, they happened to see a wooden lotus roaring towards them.

The gatekeepers have spotted their darts.

"Don't fight!"

Someone was alert and hurriedly reminded.

However, it was too late.

Darts are like locusts, detonating lotus flowers.

Bang bang bang!

With a roar, the colorful smoke and dust in the air exploded, spread rapidly, and there was a strange fragrance.

"Beware of poisonous smoke!"

The catchers were also alert, and while retreating, they pulled up the black curly collar around their necks.

This thing is also a six-door equipment, with charcoal, peilan, wormwood, and suhexiang powder sewn in the middle, which can temporarily resist poisonous smoke, lift spirits, and maintain combat strength.

However, there is something strange about this smoke.

It continued to spread, getting thicker and thicker, and in a short period of time, the entire street and the courtyard were no longer visible.

Not only that, but everyone felt weak and had illusions in their minds.

Hee-hee-hee-hee......

Their eyes were dull, as if they heard the joy of silk and bamboo, flying back to the pipa, and the streamers were flying.

"Illusion..."

There was a silver medal catcher who forcibly stood up, stumbled, and waved the horizontal knife in his hand indiscriminately.

At the same time, the heart monk also rushed straight to the scene with more than a dozen warrior monks.

But in the eyes of everyone, it is a solemn King Kong, stepping on the golden lotus and flying over.

The warrior monks of the Lotus Flower Sect shot mercilessly.

They were bare-handed, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, and their fists were so fierce that those who stood in their way were slaughtered.

Click!

Someone was hit in the head, and their brains were splashed.

Click!

Someone broke his neck and instantly fell to the ground, out of breath.

Wang Zhutou has always been cautious, and he also rushed to the rear, but after the smoke, he happened to be in the way.

Sensing the crisis, he staggered back and staggered, trying to avoid it.

Boom!

A huge force came, and he immediately spurted blood, rolled to the ground, and stopped moving.

"Demon Monk!"

The masters in the six doors also heard the news.

Seeing this, Zhuge Shenzhu immediately rushed into anger, shook the folding fan in his hand, showed a row of blades, and whistled out.

The one who came out of the smoke was the monk of the heart.

His face was calm, and his footsteps did not stop, and only when the iron fan was approaching, did he stretch out his hand and wave.

Such as waving mosquitoes, just hit the fan bone.

Boom!

The iron fan shattered and fell apart, debris roared out, and several catchers fell to the ground in response.

Zhuge God's anger came from it, but he became more and more calm, and drew the long sword at his waist to meet the enemy.

But at this moment, the heart saw the monk's footsteps, and it seemed that he only took one step, but the person accompanied by the sound of the wind came to Dao Zhuge in an instant.

The end of the world is just around the corner!

Zhuge was shocked.

He had heard of this martial arts, but it was an illusion created by a very fast pace, and it was said that someone had learned it from the Xuandu Temple, the holy land of martial arts, which was very profound.

Could it be that the demon monk has a connection with the Xuandu Temple?

These thoughts are just a turn in my mind.

Zhuge gritted his teeth, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out instantly, regardless of the empty door, pointing directly at the key point of the monk in his heart.

It's a mental game.

Unless the other party wants to die together, he can only retreat, as long as he forces the other party to stop, Xu Bai's magic arrow will definitely arrive as soon as possible.

The two of them cooperated tacitly, and with this method, they didn't know how many martial arts giants they had killed.

But what scared him was.

The blind monk suddenly clasped his palms together, as if he was worshipping the Buddha, but he happened to grip his long sword.

Laugh at!

A piercing sound sounded, and the giant palm slid down the long sword with a click, imprinted on his chest.

Zhuge collapsed his entire chest, blood spurted from his mouth, and his vision gradually darkened.

The moment his consciousness disappeared, he suddenly understood that this monk was by no means human.

Fang Ying, probably died like this...

"Scholar!"

With Xu Bai's roar, the wolf's tooth giant arrow roared and went straight to the forehead of the monk.

Not only that, but several silver medal catchers who rushed out also threw out the pipa iron hooks.

The horror of this monk's skills is something they have never seen in their lives, and I am afraid that those so-called grandmasters will not be able to withstand a few moves.

However, a wonderful scene happened.

Seeing that the monk seemed to be possessed by a god, his huge body advanced in a strange posture.

With a twist of his neck, he avoided Xu Bai's sharp arrow.

Tucked in his abdomen, he twisted suddenly, avoiding all the iron hooks of the pipa, and at the same time rushed into the crowd like the wind under his feet.

Bang bang bang!

He flew with a pair of giant palms, and beat people along the way to the back of their horses, and the huge force was amazing, even if he blocked it, it was a broken tendon.

Such as King Kong descending to earth, showing invincible momentum.

Eagle Eye Xu Bai, as one of the few grandmaster masters of the six gates, was already furious, and he was about to step forward with the horizontal knife at his waist.

"Don't be impulsive!"

The chief catcher, Guo An, finally arrived, and shouted angrily: "This monk is weird, don't get close..."

Guo An is old, and he has left a secret wound in the army, and his skills are not as good as before, but his vision is even more vicious.

As he spoke, he took out three iron pills in his hand, and black smoke came out with a light rub behind his back, and then waved his hand and threw them out.

Hall of Fire, Thunderbolt of Fire.

This kind of thing can no longer be called a hidden weapon, the explosion is extraordinary, because of the cumbersome production, only the elite in the army can afford to use it.

Of course, there are also rumors on the rivers and lakes.

Hearing the three strong winds coming, he saw that the monk was going to use his hand to dial it, but there was a warning sign, and as soon as his body turned, the wide monk's robe swollen out and blocked in front of him.

Boom Boom!

Only three loud noises were heard, and the rubble in the courtyard shook, and even the poisonous smoke was dispersed.

With the pungent smell of sulfur and black smoke, the monk's robe fluttered like butterflies.

Then, the monk walked out slowly.

Although his face was scorched and there were many wounds on his body oozing blood, his face was expressionless.

At the same time, those warrior monks also rushed out.

Behind him, there was a moaning crowd all over the ground.

Everyone's hearts sank.

This demon monk is simply not human...

"Stop!"

At this moment, there was an angry shout from behind Guo An.

I saw Qiu Chenyi walking out with the Fashan monk in his arms, holding his throat with his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "You are here to save him, today's killing is heavy enough, I will hand over the person to you, can you leave?" ”

Guo An was stunned for a moment, and then instantly understood.

It is naturally impossible to let go of the criminals, but the six gates have suffered heavy losses today, and they are powerless to stop this group of mad demon monks.

The movement here is not small, as long as it delays time, the army of Jin Wuwei will be able to arrive, and then ten thousand arrows will be fired at once, no matter how high their martial arts are, they will not be able to dodge.

Thinking of this, he also cooperated and reprimanded angrily: "No, let people commit crimes privately, we are all capital crimes..."

Qiu Chenyi said righteously: "There are not enough people who died today, and I will bear this matter alone!" ”

Seeing that the monk ignored the two of them, he looked at Fashan indifferently, and said in a deep voice: "Fashan, you have already said it?" ”

Fashan lowered his head, unconscious, and kept muttering: "Anabhatatta is wailing, demon, coming, coming..."

Seeing that the monk sighed, he suddenly took out a pill from his arms, stuffed it in his mouth, and then raised his right hand in front of his chest, stretched his fingers, and turned his palm outward, forming a fearless seal.

As his chest rose and fell, there was a loud noise in the courtyard of the six gates, stirring up the poisonous smoke.

"Zha!"

A roar of anger was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Everyone intuitively felt that their heads were confused, as if they had been knocked hard, and they couldn't stand steadily.

And Fa Shan, his pupils bleed, and he lost his breath in an instant...

The monk sighed, turned around and disappeared into the smoke with the monks.

Soon, the streets outside were filled with the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of armor, and the flames of fire.

"Surround Fang City, don't let go of the murderer!"

"Quick, call the doctors!"

Looking at the dead and wounded all over the ground, Xu Bai roared angrily and broke his horizontal knife with a click.

Guo An, the chief catcher, walked in the moaning crowd, seemed to have aged a lot, and his face became hideous.

Qiu Chenyi, on the other hand, looked at the direction in which the monk disappeared, his eyes were full of brilliance, and he muttered:

"That's... A real spell! ”