Liu Xiaoyi didn't expect that the monk also had night clothes.

When the robe was changed, the black clothes were taken out of the baggage, put on, and the headscarf was put on, no one knew from the eyebrows alone, this was a monk.

"Monks also do the thing of killing?"

"That's called excess, not killing, and Master always taught me to distinguish clearly. ”

In the White Clothes Hall, more than a hundred disciples of the Holy Monarch Hall dressed in white gathered, and the puppet master was also there, but he was the first on the left-hand side.

His Royal Highness the Holy Monarch has the entrance of the Eight Colors Hall, and the Baiyi Hall is mostly a swordsman, hidden in the town outside Sanshan City, and most of them are performing some secret spy tasks on weekdays.

On the wooden frame erected in the courtyard, a girl in a long blue dress was tied, and there were blood marks on the corners of her mouth.

"Are you sure they're coming tonight? I've mobilized a lot of people on my own, and you'll have to follow if you miss. The hall master sitting in the middle looked at the bright moon in front of the hall and had some doubts.

A few crows suddenly flew in the sky outside the courtyard, and there was a sudden chaos under the slope outside the courtyard, and the sound of clanging weapons colliding came from the night.

Hearing the sound, the courtyard door suddenly opened, and the white-clothed disciples rushed out, fighting with the invaders outside on the spot.

Gao Yingkui didn't know when, squatted on the roof of the hall, and the halberd lit some tiles, "What about me?" ”

The puppeteer sneered twice and said: "Jingqi Mountain, come out, as many as you come today, I will take as many as Fan!" From behind him, eight black-robed puppets came out, crashed into the roof from the internal test, and rushed into the air.

On the roof of the contiguous room, I don't know how many people are fighting, and the two people in night clothes trot against the wall, dodging several battlefields outside, and taking advantage of the chaos to touch the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the hospital, I saw that the snow tied to the wooden frame was still there, and the thick hemp rope strangled the skin with blood, and it looked like it was already dying.

There were three guards left in the courtyard, one standing on the left courtyard wall, and two squatting behind the wooden frame.

Qingkong didn't bring a cane, and for fear of being recognized, he pointed to the left courtyard wall and touched it.

This is certainly not the first time this monk has done this, and he rubs his feet against the courtyard wall, which faces the moon, and the moonlight is white.

A black shadow jumped out of the corner, stretched its body in the air more than a meter high, and gently struck the two slender palms behind the guard, and the guard fell to the ground with a pop.

"Who's there! Hall Master, there is a ......" The two guards on the side of the wooden frame raised their long swords when they heard the voice, and a cold light swept through the necks of the two of them, and the wounds were sealed by the cold air, and no blood flowed out.

Xue still woke up quietly, feeling that his body was loose, his feet fell to the ground weakly, and his feet were weak and he was held in his arms.

"Sorry, it's late. Liu Xiaoyi couldn't hold her breath and felt a little difficult to breathe.

"Good boy, I've been chasing you for so long, I've thrown myself into the net!" The puppeteer didn't know when he pulled out of the rooftop scuffle, with two puppets by his side, but his left arm was empty, and blood was dripping.

Liu Xiaoyi stood up the iron sword, the tip of the sword against the tip of his nose, and took deep breaths one after another to keep himself calm.

Two identical puppets, both with dual-wielding blades, floated to the left and right sides, blocking all the way, "I didn't run away this time, little mouse, if you want to escape, it's really hard to catch you." ”

The iron sword trembled slightly, and the moonlight tonight was very similar to that in the courtyard of the weapons shop.

Jingkong didn't know these things, but he only knew that this was a strong enemy, and he put on a formation with his palms to block the front door, and retreated to Liu Xiaoyi's side.

"You take her to stay away, I'll come. Liu Xiaoyi motioned for him to dodge, and at the same time, he felt that the air was cold, and he subconsciously turned his face sideways and flashed a sharp blade.

The puppet's crunching body movements were very fast, and four sharp blades surrounded Liu Xiaoyi, hitting him back again and again.

Feeling the tremor coming from the tiger's mouth, Liu Xiaoyi calmed down instead, he was going to be beheaded today! The sword blade blocked the sharp blade that came over the sword, and while flicking it upwards with skill, he slid his legs and shoveled, and got out of the puppet encirclement, and the long sword with a cold glow approached the puppet master himself!

The puppeteer was not in a hurry, he did not choose to dodge, and saw that the blade of the sword was slashed on his neck, and from the black robe in his abdomen, three iron darts suddenly shot out!

Three times flew out with Liu Xiaoyi's body upside down, and the two puppets behind him twisted their bodies in place one hundred and eighty degrees, and four sharp blades came towards the body.

There is no way to avoid it! Liu Xiaoyi gasped and shrunk his body as much as possible to avoid the vital point.

Despite this, three wounds were left on the body. The sharp pain sharpens the vision, and the horizontal sword spins in the arms of the two golems, forcing the golems to jump away.

There were a few more wounds on the body, from the back to the chest.

Liu Xiaoyi's whole person was like a cat, he was frightened and jumped under the wall, panting against the wall, his left arm was inlaid with three iron darts, plus the wound just now, Liu Xiaoyi was bleeding all over his body.

The puppeteer's open black robe revealed a metallic luster, and he used the puppeteer's technology to transform his body beyond recognition.

Seeing that the sneak attack of the iron dart did not work, the puppet master was a little unhappy, rubbed out a serrated short knife with one hand, and slowly walked in front of Liu Xiaoyi, "Both the master and apprentice died in my hands, which is also a good story." ”

His words were interrupted by the white mist, and Liu Xiaoyi pinched the water droplets with two fingers behind his back with his left hand, scattering the white mist and blocking his vision.

"The bloody qi on your body is too strong, this trick is useless!" the puppeteer laughed sharply, and suddenly slashed the serrated knife to the left side of the back of his head, the blade came with a soft touch, and the puppeteer pulled down hard, and the white mist was suddenly stained red with blood!

The puppeteer was stunned for a moment, and slowly looked down in some incredulity, and a severed sword sank into his chest.

The white mist gradually dissipated, and the sawtooth knife was stuck in Liu Xiaoyi's right shoulder, and at a critical moment, he had to twist the iron sword, and his hands were stubbornly resisting the sawtooth knife.

"Hey...... Hehe......" Liu Xiaoyi fell on his back, the excessive blood loss made him a little dizzy, his heart was stabbed, and it was impossible for him to survive.

"Lord Liu, be careful! He's not dead!" the clear shout startled him, and he struggled to roll his body to the side, and the serrated knife slashed into the ground, sparks flying.

The puppeteer walked to the side with a gloomy face, put down the blade, and pulled Liu Xiaoyi's face up with one hand: "If it weren't for the transformed body, the gutter would capsize today." ”

Looking at the broken sword in his chest, it was stuck in the twisted muscles, and it didn't bleed.

"The top puppet technique is so magical!" From the open mouth, a crossbow arrow poked out and aimed at Liu Xiaoyi's eyebrows.

It's over, I'm going to die.

Liu Xiaoyi's barely open left eye gradually blurred, and when he saw the sword light in his father's hand when he was five years old, it seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

The sword light passed through the puppeteer's neck from behind, and the big head slipped off his shoulders, rolling a few times on the cold ground, and was trampled on by the cloth shoes that came from outside the courtyard gate.