Seeing that his brother died, Qiu Tonghai and Qiu Tonghe immediately had red eyes, and turned around to come over and fight with Monk Huikong.

At this time, the great monk of Huikong, the body is strong on the outside, and the palm he made with all his might to save Li Gongzi just now caused the qi and blood to flow backwards, causing the poisonous gas to go up, and now he wants to parry only to feel that his limbs are weak, and he is already powerless.

He moved slowly on this side, and the Qiu brothers just took advantage of the loophole, and hit him hard in the back with a pair of guns, and the body of the great monk who shook stumbled for a while, if it wasn't for the hard support under his feet, he would have already planted his head.

"Master, are you alright?"

Seeing that something was wrong, Cui Shiyuan swept away the front and back attacks between the Iron Palm Daoist and the purple-faced Yama with his sword, jumped next to him with a "poof", held his arm, and asked with a concerned face.

"The poor monk has been invaded by poisonous gas and the meridians have been invaded, I am afraid that I will not be able to exert my internal strength for a while, at the moment, with your kung fu is by no means the opponent of this gang of thieves, while I can barely resist for a while, hurry up and take Li Gongzi to escape." ”

When Monk Huikong said this, his throat and eyes suddenly became dry, and he couldn't help coughing one after another, looking at his appearance at the moment, where is there still the majestic demeanor of the Shaolin monks in the past?

Now that there is no way to advance or retreat, Cui Shiyuan has also made difficulties for a while. There are four gangsters in front of him, and there are monks and Li Xiang in the back, one is sick and one is weak, which can really be said to be the most difficult choice he has faced since he broke into the rivers and lakes.

"Hehe, great monk, why don't you come and continue fighting?

Knowing that the poison on his silver needle had already worked, the purple-faced Yama Luo sneered, step by step, and slowly pressed towards the three of Huikong.

"Monk, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door in hell to break into, so let you know today what means our brothers have. Later, I will peel you and cramp you first, and then hang the corpse outside the door to expose the sun, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart. ”

The Iron Palm Daoist gritted his teeth and said, but he never dared to take a big step forward. Although the monk in front of him already looked like he was barely breathing, it was hard to guarantee whether he had left a back hand. To be on the safe side, it's better to let others test first.

Now the happiest thing is to say that the two brothers Qiu Tonghai and Qiu Tonghe left by the three owls of the Ghost Mountain, seeing that the enemy who killed his brother was close at hand, he only waited for them to deal with it in the past, and for a while all the hatred and anger turned into vicious flames, and he vowed to burn the monk Huikong alive to death.

"Bald donkey, have you ever heard of the phrase karma, tried and tested? I didn't believe it before, but now such a fair ending just proves that this is true. ”

Qiu Tonghai said as he gestured with a dagger knife in his hand. On weekdays, the relationship between him and the third child is much closer than that of Qiu Tonghe, and now it is even more important to have such a fast thing as stabbing the enemy.

Seeing these gangsters coming in turn from different directions, Monk Huikong also came to his senses. In ancient times, there was a story of the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle and sacrificing his life to the tiger, and now he died here for the morality in his heart.

"Amitabha. ”

A low but helpless Buddha name blurted out from the mouth of the monk Huikong, just like this round of red sun in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the world was immersed in darkness again, maybe this is his fate!

Helpless, helpless, with an inexplicable impulse gradually burning in Cui Shiyuan's heart. That was the heartache that he had seen many servants of the Li family die tragically under the butcher's knife, that was that he had experienced the chivalrous spirit of Monk Huikong who stood up to protect the common people, and that was that he remembered every sentence that Lu Qian had said to him before that as a person in the rivers and lakes, he should hoe the strong and help the weak, which was the most sincere thing in the depths of his soul.

"Stop, as long as I'm still here, I won't allow you gang of miscellaneous swordsmen to commit murder as long as I'm still here!"

Cui Shiyuan stepped forward and said the most serious sentence he had ever said to everyone. This time it is no longer a joke and boasting, it is no longer a bluff, and at this moment he is fully worthy of the name of this domineering side leak.

"It's up to you? hahaha, it's a big joke. But since you want to die so much, I'll give you a ride first!"

Qiu Tonghai said that, he flew up and stabbed Cui Shiyuan in the shoulder, and the hook and sickle spear was so fast that it didn't give him any chance to react before it was close.

Cui Shiyuan danced the playful sword in his hand across his chest, and slowly closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting for death, but there was another mystery.

Just when the sharp head of the hook and sickle spear was less than half an inch away from his body, Cui Shiyuan suddenly opened his eyes, at this time he was like a ghost and god in the lower realm, his two eyes were completely filled with ink, and he couldn't see a trace of white eyes at all.

The black qi flowing up and down Zhou's body tightly pressed the tip of Qiu Tonghai's spear, and even if he used all his strength, he couldn't sweat a little more when he was tired.

Everyone present was stunned by Cui Shiyuan's sudden change, even the Shaolin monk Huikong had never seen such a situation, so he had to fold his hands and silently recite scriptures to pray for Cui Shiyuan.

"Come on, come here, let me kill it!"

Cui Shiyuan, who was almost violent, was so angry that even the sword in his hand was covered with a faint layer of black gas, which was very terrifying to look at.

"Hmph, you kid don't pretend to be a ghost and bluff, I'll meet you later!"

Qiu Tonghe, who has always been a little stunned, saw that his eldest brother was stunned by Cui Shiyuan, and naturally felt very unhappy.

But he knew that such a brainless recklessness would eventually cost him his life. At the moment when he flew with a spear in his hand, Cui Shiyuan suddenly shook his head, and he didn't see any movement in his hand, and three sword qi slashed at him one after another, but it was a pity that this Qiu Tonghe was cut into several pieces before he even had time to shout.

"Second brother, you return my brother's life!"

Lost two siblings in a day, Qiu Tonghai's head was already a mess, due to the stimulation of grief and anger, he couldn't think about the disparity in strength, and stabbed over with a short hook and sickle, and took Cui Shiyuan's eyebrows.

With this stab, he gathered all the internal force of his whole body on his wrist, coupled with the already powerful hook and sickle spear, the power should not be underestimated. But when the head of the gun touched the outside of Cui Shiyuan's body half an inch, the previous obstruction situation appeared again. At the same time, Cui Shiyuan, who had lost his mind, smiled evilly at him.

The black qi flashed in front of his eyes, followed by three thunder sword qi, which hit Qiu Tonghai's heart and penetrated out from his chest.