Boom!!!!!

A loud bang rang through the valley, rubble and smoke all over the ground.

"Let's go !!"

Lu Wuji grabbed Han Xiaoyu, who was flying upside down, threw her out, and then manipulated the eight flying needles around his body, stabbing into the smoke and dust in a row.

Ding Ding!

The sound of flying needles piercing the air and the sound of iron colliding came from the smoke and dust.

The wind suddenly rose, and a wave of air swept away from the center of the smoke and dust, scattering the layers of smoke and dust in an instant.

After the air wave, a tin ring sounded.

I saw a person standing in the middle of the scene, with a white face and beard, and his appearance could even be said to be handsome and extraordinary, with four ring scars on his head, a cloth robe, holding a four-ring tin staff, one hand and in front of his chest, looking at the embarrassed two people with a smile, and the tin ring of the tin staff in his hand was jingled by the wind.

"Demon Monk!!" Lu Wuji clenched his teeth and looked at the handsome monk with a friendly face with angry eyes.

"Amitabha, the donor is angry, the little monk and his junior brother passed by the border of the Song Kingdom this time, because there was a matter of asking the female donor, the donor didn't agree, but he also killed the two junior brothers of the little monk, and the little monk just wanted to seek justice, and.... Accomplish what is required of the benefactor. The monk bowed his head slightly towards Lu Wuji.

"Justice, demon monk!!, I want to double cultivate with Xiaoyu, and use Xiaoyu as a furnace, what's the matter? Absorb yin and supplement yang, and say that the head is the way? Bah!! don't read your scriptures well, and do something that monks shouldn't do all day long!! Demon monk!! go back to your western wilderness!!"

Lu Wuji's eyes were red, his hair was scattered, and the blood hole on his right shoulder kept dripping blood, staining the white jade shirt red.

"Oh~ I forgot, your Western Wilderness Buddhism Gate was wiped out by the Central Plains four hundred years ago, phew!

Lu Wuji spat at the monk with bloody saliva.

The monk listened to Lu Wuji's words and frowned slightly.

"What the donor said is not too much, let's not talk about the Western Wilderness, just what our senior brothers did, it is very beneficial to the female benefactor, everyone makes progress together, isn't it. ”

The monk's head lowered and deepened, and his tone became deeper and lower.

"Hmph, I'm phew!!"

Lu Wuji was almost not amused by what the monk said.

"Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, if the donor is willing to take refuge in my Buddhism, the little monk is also..."

Before he finished speaking, eight small silver whirlpools appeared in all directions, drilling towards the monk in the center.

The monk looked at the flying needle before the sharp weapon arrived, and the cold wind had come, and snorted coldly.

The four-ring tin rod rattled, raised the tin rod with one hand, shook on the ground, and a swastika stretched out under the feet of the monk, as if it turned into a piece of pure land within three zhang, and the flying needle rushed into its body and was entangled in a cloud of golden light, and began to be unable to move.

Seeing this, Lu Wuji had no intention of fighting, so he quickly retreated, and helped Han Xiaoyu, who was lying on the ground with a pale and bloodless face, and wanted to leave.

"Where are you going? Since the donor has been obsessed, the little monk has no choice but to do the right thing for heaven!"

The monk's cloth flew lightly, striding towards the two of them, the tin staff rattled, and a cloud of golden light flew out of the four rings in the tin staff, wrapping the tin staff.

The tin staff was about to arrive in front of Lu Wuji, and when he saw Lu Wuji take out an item from the storage bag, the monk instantly felt that something was wrong.

Bang !!! bang!!!!

The loud bang echoed through the valley again.

The two of them were thrown out by the explosion of air, Lu Wuji's abdomen was already blurred with flesh and blood, and he fell to the ground, holding Han Xiaoyu who was already confused in his arms, and stared closely at the deep pit thirty zhang away in front of him.

The deep pit was just blown up by Lu Wuji, and it was a small gourd, and that small gourd was the thing of the Wushan double thieves.

"It should be dead, right?" Lu Wuji looked down at Han Xiaoyu in his arms and said, "If this is not dead, then why are they going to die today." ”

The spirit runes of the two have been used up, and the spiritual power will be exhausted, and now even a three-year-old child can solve the two of them with a knife in his hand.

Han Xiaoyu heard Lu Wuji's self-talk, and forced himself to look up at Lu Wuji, but the increasingly heavy eyelids made Han Xiaoyu's eyes blurry, and he could only grin reluctantly and make an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

"Oh, don't sleep! Don't sleep!

Lu Wuji's right arm was almost half-useless, so he could only use the left arm holding Han Xiaoyu to turn her upside down, but it didn't seem to be useful.

"Ahem, ahem, donor, that female benefactor seems to be going to see my Buddha soon. ”

A slightly hoarse voice came from the dusty pit.

Lu Wuji was shocked, and turned his head to look over there tremblingly.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the smoke and dust, but the monk did not have the dusty appearance just now, but was covered in a mess, his robe became tattered, and his handsome face was slid into a big gap, and the blood flowed and stained the collar red.

"But it doesn't matter, although after the female donor arrives in the West Heaven, the widow will become cold and stiff, but the little monk will not dislike it. The monk began to laugh, and more blood flowed from his mouth, but the blood on his face made the monk's smile look more like a demon in hell, and I am afraid that except for the lack of hair and the monk's robes, there was no other appearance of a monk.

"You.... You...."

Lu Wuji was speechless, and suddenly he was angry, lying on the ground, holding Han Xiaoyu in his arms, looking at the cloudless sky.

Lu Wuji realized that the weather was actually good today, "It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to see it anymore." ”

The monk slowly raised the tin staff, and a little golden light gathered from all sides to the tip of the zhang.

"Donor, let's go, the little monk will recite the mantra for the donor. ”

The golden light flew towards Lu Wuji with the sound of the wind.

Lu Wuji seemed to hear the sound of the tin rings colliding, and seemed to feel the silence of death.

Close your eyes and feel the arrival of death in silence.

The golden light was about to hit Lu Wuji.

Boom~

Suddenly, Lu Wuji seemed to hear something else, a little... Like a bowstring.

Boom!!!!!!

The violent wave of qi exploded not far from Lu Wuji, and instantly lifted the two people who were about to die.

"Wow~ I'm sorry, the bow and arrow used in the first actual battle, the accuracy is not very good, and it should have been put earlier. ”

A somewhat lazy voice stood out in the valley.

Hearing this voice, Lu Wuji, who was swept away by the air waves, lay on the ground, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and finally cracked his mouth and laughed silently.

"Li Qingxuan.... You almost fucking killed me. ”

For Lu Wuji's silent laughter, the monk didn't want to laugh at all.

Looking at the golden bow and arrow that was inserted there, an arrow scattered its golden light, the monk clenched the tin staff, the green tendons on his neck burst out, and shouted towards the place where the arrow feathers were shot: "What person, come out!!"

Seeing that he was about to solve these two people, who would have thought that he would kill another trip to bite the gold halfway?

"Don't worry, grandpa is here, don't go. ”

Li Qingxuan walked out of the hiding place slowly, looked at Lu Wuji and Han Xiaoyu on the ground, and couldn't help but say: ", why are you two so miserable?

Hehe, one? Lao Tzu has already killed both.

Lu Wuji reluctantly pulled his mouth and couldn't say a word.

"Alas, good brother, you are miserable. After speaking, Li Qingxuan stuffed a pill into Lu Wuji's mouth, and turned Han Xiaoyu out of Lu Wuji's arms.

looked at Han Xiaoyu, who was already unconscious, and touched her pulse, which was very faint, only a little.

As soon as the pill was stuffed into his mouth, the spiritual power was quickly transported into Han Xiaoyu's body, and he would hang his life first.

"This benefactor, you seem to have forgotten me. ”

The monk's voice sounded not far away.

A half-human-high palm print with a swastika on the palm of his hand quietly hit Li Qingxuan.

The flames rose instantly, forming a wall of fire, blocking the golden palm, the flying swords moved, and the red lotus appeared.

The red lotus stabbed on the palm of his hand, and the swastika suddenly swelled with golden light, shooting out one golden light after another, and this golden light did not shoot towards Li Qingxuan, but towards Han Xiaoyu and Lu Wuji on the ground.

"Hmph. ”

Li Qingxuan snorted coldly, and dozens of sword shadows appeared out of thin air, blocking the golden light.

"I didn't expect the monks to be so despicable. ”

"Amitabha, this is not called despicable, this is called eliminating demons for my Buddha, the little monk looks at the donor, you are the devil. ”

The monk's robe agitated, a dazzling golden light swastika appeared on his forehead, the golden light wrapped the monk inside, and he couldn't see the figure clearly, the four-ring tin staff hung in front of the monk, and even the head of the tin staff also appeared a dazzling swastika, the head of the cane pointed to Li Qingxuan, and the tin ring rattled.

"A sanctimonious bald donkey, it's quite dazzling to get things done. Li Qingxuan squinted his eyes that were a little unable to open the golden light, and said.