The target he chose to divide was Liu Yu, although this young man with hair had good martial arts and successfully avoided a round of peony rain from King Kui, but he had been silent since they met, and he should be an honest person, far easier to deal with than Hua Liuyu and Feng Po. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The old monk took his robe, walked up to Liu Yu, folded his hands, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, this benefactor, this place is really the Longtan Tiger's Den, why don't you and I join forces to resist the enemy together?

Feng Po was the first to laugh after hearing this, "Old bald donkey, your death is not far away, do you still think that you can live a hundred years if you find a backer, you want to be beautiful!"

Hua Liuyu thought farther and touched him with her arm, "Feng Gongzi, the current situation is unclear, you and I should say a few words." ”

Feng Po stopped stupidly, "Okay, Flower Woman, I'll listen to you." ”

Hua Liuyu didn't answer him, but looked at Liu Yu anxiously, and he got a few affirmative answers from his mouth.

As an elite disciple of the Poison Holy Sect, she has always done her own thing, except for the high-ranking gangsters, she is not afraid of erecting a few more enemies on this rivers and lakes.

Even so, she was unwilling to be the enemy of the hair-clad young man in front of her. Just like a person who likes flowers, he must be reluctant to pluck the branches of his favorite flowers.

There is no other explanation, if you talk about the cause, there are only two words - like!

Liu Yu was silent after listening to the words of Monk Fayuan, and Monk Fayuan thought that he had not heard, so he repeated the above words again.

Only then did he raise his head and sighed deeply, at this time, a cold air blew through the corridor, blowing everyone into a cold war, "Master, this tomb is eerie, it is not easy for us people to get out alive, why bother fighting, you are a monk, you should understand the truth of compassion better than me." ”

The monk smiled hehehe, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger's son, if the donor is really afraid of death, then why do you want to come to explore this tomb? The Buddha said, don't talk nonsense, don't say things that deceive yourself." ”

Liu Yu shook his head, "I'm not afraid of death, but if you look at him, you will definitely be afraid of death." He stretched out his hand to the corner of the corridor on his left, where a figure shimmered in the glow of rockets above the dome.

Monk Fayuan, Feng Po and Hua Liuyu looked in the direction he was pointing, but they were taken aback, and Monk Fayuan was even more frightened and almost collapsed to the ground, standing in place with trembling hands.

King Kui is not dead, not only is he not dead, but he is alive and well.

What fell under the Fayuan monk's fire staff was just another fake body of his, an extremely realistic fake body, so realistic that it was difficult for the old rivers and lakes to distinguish.

"Fa Yuan, are you done with your tricks, is it time for me to speak?" King Kui sneered, his thin cherry red lips slightly white from anger.

He picked up his jade fingers, took pity on himself, and sang: "The concubine has no intention of having a husband, but the bright moon shines on the ditch, but it's a pity that the spring water of the river is all in vain......"

He sang beautifully, but he heard that the monk Fayuan trembled.

"Your Highness, the poor monk is confused, the poor monk knows that he is wrong, he knows that he is wrong, and he asks His Highness to spare my life!"

"The sin is unforgivable!" King Kui reprimanded coldly, "Even a scum like you still want to live!?die!"

However, before he could finish speaking, Monk Fayuan had already put his feet on the ground a little, and his body flew backwards backwards, shouting: "Li Zi, you deceive people too much!"

The old monk had been in battle for a long time and understood that if he waited for King Kui to draw his sword, he would have no chance of winning.

In a desperate situation, the old monk decided to make a desperate gamble and make a last ditch effort. He raised his hands at the same time, and two iron rods flew out of the drumming monk's sleeves in unison, burning red all over his body in the whistling wind, like a blood rainbow in the night sky, cold and magnificent.

After the two stray fire rods slashed through the air in two red arcs, they struck King Kui with a fierce hot wind.

The situation is changing at a dizzying pace.

"Ignorant Xiaoxiao, you still want to use the same trick in front of me a second time!" King Kui grinned thinly, and although the words in his mouth were slow, his right hand had already been buckled to the hilt of the sword at his waist. He nudged the hilt of the knife with his thumb, and a white rainbow popped out of the sheath, heading straight for the two red flames in the air. It's so fast, it's dizzying.

Only heard the sound of "ding" twice, and the two flowing fire rods were cut off by the sharp sword and fell to the ground.

While King Kui was busy dealing with the two stray fire staffs, the monk Fayuan backflipped backwards, above the heads of the two bronze figures. He slammed on the shoulder of the bronze man on his right. The two bronze men reacted immediately, and swung the copper whip and copper chain in their hands at him together, rolling straight towards him.

This is exactly in line with the old monk's thoughts, I saw him shout, blood spurted out, even so, under the serious injury, his body is still very agile, he grabbed the whip head and the chain head with his left and right hands respectively, and his body swung a swing in the air, jumping in front of the large array with the power of the bronze man's combined attack, trying to escape through the large array to the depths of the road.

Seeing this, King Kui smiled slightly, and sang: "It's a good year today, but it's a pity that tomorrow will go with the autumn rain!" He waved the sword horizontally in his right hand, and the white sword turned into countless extremely small rain of arrows, all of which went straight to the back of the Fayuan monk.

Secret Sword: Autumn Rain, the sword momentum is like autumn rain, Xiao Leng kills, and those who touch it are all dead.

Monk Fayuan heard the wind behind him, hurriedly turned back, and used Shaolin's "iron sleeve skill". Under the agitation of true qi, the sleeves of his robe swelled and bulged like an iron wall, trying to block the large white sword light attacking behind him.

Unexpectedly, these white rays suddenly slammed into the air, and they all changed direction and flew above his head. Monk Fayuan was shocked and wanted to wave his sleeves to cover the top of his head, but it was too late.

Dozens of white lights bloomed in unison in the air, dazzling and dazzling.

In the dazzling light, the old monk's severed limbs and head flew wildly, and were cut by the extremely powerful sword qi, and finally left a pool of blood on the ground.

Seeing that the old monk was dead, King Kui suddenly felt a lot happier, his steps were brisk, and he came to Liu Yu in an instant, like a ghost, and said with a smile: "You can see through my fake body just now, you are indeed very capable, I still look down on you after all." ”

"Your Highness has overestimated me. Liu Yu smiled innocently, "I just think that a powerful person like His Highness shouldn't die so easily." ”

King Kui shook his head, apparently not believing his words, "No, no, you are really a dangerous person, and it is a big risk for me to keep you alive, and I must rethink whether I should take this risk." ”

"Life is an adventure, isn't it?" asked Liu Yu rhetorically, with a smile on his face.