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The rainwater that had accumulated on the roof crackled down through the leaky openings in the roof and fell into the house, and the raindrops fell on the wooden planks, making small splashes.

The sound of fighting in the house lasted for nearly half of the incense, and the beams and pillars in the house were already scars of swords.

"Senior, still don't do it?" Zong Zheng suddenly shouted,

The Tu Yuan Venerable made a timely move, using the Tu Yuan Gong method to gather the internal force of the whole body, and the wooden planks on the ground were gathered and went straight to the group of swordsmen, and the three swordsmen were shocked out of the inn.

Seeing that they suddenly killed an extremely powerful character, the leading two immediately turned to join forces to deal with the Tu Yuan Venerable, and the Tu Yuan Venerable only hit the two people in three moves and two styles, and beat the two of them to the point of serious injuries and vomiting blood.

The two of them never thought that someone would be able to injure themselves so sharply, perhaps, this was the tacit understanding between Venerable Tu Yuan and Zongzheng.

Let Zongzheng make a move with the enemy first, and the Tu Yuan Venerable will wait and watch the opponent's martial arts on the side, so as to find out the breaking point of the opponent's martial arts.

Several swordsmen in cloak stepped forward in time to support the leading two.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and the two leaders immediately gave the order to retreat, but Zongzheng and Xianjie did not pursue.

The group was about to assemble their troops to get out, and as soon as they reached the door, two swordsmen in swordsmen were shot back into the house by the sharp arrows that came from the heavy force.

The two leaders suddenly felt that something was wrong, and they retreated to the inn surrounded by a group of remnants.

Obviously, at the beginning, this group of people stepped into the trap set by others, as the so-called "praying mantis catches cicadas, and yellow finches follow." ”

Now that the two sides have been fighting for a long time, the victory and defeat are self-divided, and the people who are ambushed in the shadows naturally want to take the opportunity to make a move.

Under the astonished gaze of everyone, a group of people with yellow hair and yellow faces poured in with knives.

They were dressed in a rather strange way, they all wore their back bows, wore short sleeves, and held scimitars in their hands, which were slightly curved compared to the Mongol scimitars.

They habitually clenched the handles of their knives with both hands, in pairs, and the number of people who entered this time was no less than the first wave.

Xianjie and Zongzheng held swords in their hands, and they merged once again, next to the Tuyuan Venerable.

More than half of the people who had entered before had already been killed or wounded, and they supported each other, and were forced to a corner of the inn by the people who had just entered, and faced off under the organization of the two leaders.

From the appearance of those who had just entered, Zongzheng could conclude that these people were by no means from Middle-earth, but they were by no means from the same place as the previous waves, and they were slightly short in stature and had a very different appearance and demeanor.

Just as he was speculating and thinking, the roof cracked and opened, and five monks flew in, these five people had strong internal strength, and both hands and wrists carried golden demon steel rings, and their faces were solemn. Divide the five sides and surround the three of Zongzheng in the middle.

The sudden entry of these five people also made the leaders of the other two parties look shocked.

With the sudden influx of so many foreigners, Zong Zheng was a little messy, but it was certain that this group of people was definitely not sent by Beauty Valley.

But Zongzheng didn't understand what the purpose of these people was, and he didn't seem to have anything to do with them, but there seemed to be a contradiction between them.

In fact, the people who entered earlier were Persians, and the people who entered later were Orientals, and the five Tibetan monks were from Tianzhu.

The so-called praying mantis catches cicadas, the Persians want to strike first, but they far underestimate the strength of the three people in the inn, but they use static braking to try to take the lead in the Easterners and Tianzhu people temporarily pick up the cheap.

Before he had time to think about it, the head of the Oriental people pointed at him with a scimitar, and then the group of people went to Zongzheng, and the five monks also went straight to Zongzheng.

The Persians on the side were so badly injured that they were unable to fight again, so they had to stay aside and wait for an opportunity to escape.

Zong Zheng subconsciously guessed that the other party's goal was himself.

When it comes to fighting, Zong Zheng and Xianjie's double swords are invincible, and the Oriental people are not opponents at all, and soon, the Oriental leader found that although his plan was good, he estimated the strength of the three people in the inn far from the trough.

However, the five monks were difficult to deal with, their martial arts were too hard, and their internal strength was strong.

The golden steel ring that flew out of his hand seemed to be out of order, but it was like a bundle of immortal arrays, which made Zong Zheng and Xianjie tired of dealing with it and trapped tightly.

The two of them had to be careful to watch out for the steel rings that were whirling at any time, and on the other hand, they had to resist the joint attack of the five monks.

Fortunately, Zongzheng and Xianjie used the combined sword move to invoke each other, and there was no danger.

Dozens of golden steel rings swirled back and forth, making a crisp sound, and after being hit by Zongzheng and Xianjie's sharp weapons, they bounced back into the hands of the monk without any damage, only making a jingle sound.

Even peerless artifacts such as the Fire Flame Sword and the Water Ice Sword couldn't split the flying ring, Zong Zheng and Xian Jie couldn't help but be a little surprised, it seemed that these people were by no means ordinary people.

The five flying rings have their own whirls on the left and right, and when Zongzheng and Xianjie were dealing with the flying rings, the five monks were able to see the flaws of the two in five directions, and attacked in a timely manner, cutting straight to the key points and flaws.

Although the combined sword moves are extremely sharp, they can't break out of the formation, and Zong Zheng is dealing with it while looking for flaws in the formation.

In order to reduce the opponent's offensive side, Zongzheng hinted to Xianjie and retreated to the corner of the inn.

The five monks turned to form a semi-circular arc centered on the two Zongzheng, and although this time they were less exposed to the attack, they encountered a more dense and powerful attack.

Venerable Tuyuan wanted to help, but was stopped by the Orientals in time with ninjutsu.

The ninjutsu of the Oriental people is distinguished by the indistinguishability of false truth, and although the Venerable Tsuchimoto has profound martial arts, he is also trapped by this psychedelic technique for a while.

Seeing the enemy in front, but every time he shot deeply, it seemed to hit, but it was obviously missing, and it was just a black rag torn apart.

Everything was like a heavy fist on cotton, but Venerable Tu Yuan was not impatient, he was old and deep, and knew that there must be a mystery.

"Since the enemy is dark and I am clear, why not simply make the enemy dark and I am also dark. Venerable Tu Yuan thought.

Simply extinguished all the fire and candles in the inn with the power of the finger concentricity, and gathered the dust on the ground and scattered it with internal force.

In an instant, the inn was pitch black and dusty.

Now both sides are in the dark, this strategy invisibly supports Zongzheng and Xianjie, and the target of the attack is invisible, and the flying ring array of the five monks loses its effectiveness, and they can no longer accurately use the steel ring of their arms.

The ninjutsu effect of the Orientals to confuse the enemy is also greatly reduced.

Nowadays, a large number of people are blind people in the dark night, and the Vientiane Divine Skills that Zong Zheng and Xianjie have practiced since childhood have come in handy.

In the depths of Vientiane, Vientiane is clear, the heart is connected, and Vientiane is renewed.

Zongzheng and Xianjie simply closed their eyes and listened calmly, feeling all the vibrations from the ground and air.

Venerable Tu Yuan has been trapped in the dungeon for more than ten years, in the dark, many years of martial arts practice, in the dark, for him, what is the difference in the light, and the essence of Tu Yuan Gong is to hit the opponent with the help of Tu Yuan, and the dust in the air allows Tu Yuan Venerable to clearly sense the trajectory of the opponent's movement.

The night can only blind the eyes, but it cannot block the clarity of people's hearts, in the dark night, as long as there is a bright heart, the night is everywhere bright.

Zong Zheng and Xian Jie joined forces to defeat each of the five monks, while the Tu Yuan Venerable wantonly slaughtered, and the body and Tu Yuan Gong that had been bound for many years were fully displayed in the dark night and in the dust.

Taking advantage of the lights out, the wounded Persians knew that they were invincible and had already quietly retreated.

Seeing that the situation was greatly unfavorable and the situation was much more than expected, the Oriental people and the monks could only take the opportunity to escape.

When the candle flame was lit again, the candlelight illuminated the inn again, but the inn was in tatters, the beams and pillars were destroyed, and it was crumbling in the wind and rain.

These people fled in a hurry, and before they could take away the bodies of their companions, in the attic, in the stairwell, and on the ground, those corpses were scattered all over the place, which made Zong Zheng very curious.

He picked up the fire sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was still oozing red blood, I saw him use the sword to gently pick up the black cloth covering the faces of several corpses, looking at these unfamiliar foreign faces, he couldn't help but ask, "But I don't know, who are these people?"

Xianjie also glanced at the faces of these people in surprise, and suddenly her gaze stayed between the two corpses.

She saw a letter, the envelope could vaguely see the words "Zongzheng personally opened", she recalled that day when she was separated from Huang Materia Medica, Huang Materia Medica had handed a letter to her brother, if she was not mistaken, the letter with a slight blood stain on the ground was the letter that Dr. Huang gave him that day, and it must have been accidentally left by Brother Fang when dealing with the swirling steel ring.

She walked towards the letter, and was about to recite a reminder in her mouth, when she suddenly stopped inexplicably, and also stopped.

Maybe it's because of curiosity, when Huang Bencao handed the letter to Zongzheng that day, Huang Bencao told Zongzheng not to be a person, Xianjie was secretly curious, and now, a sense of exploration is even stronger.

She approached slowly, and before she knew it, she used her internal force to absorb the letter from the ground to her hand, and tucked it into her arms.

Zongzheng's mind was on those foreigners, and he didn't notice Xianjie's short silence and quiet subtle movements.

And the Tuyuan Venerable was in front of Xian Jie, so naturally he didn't notice Xian Jie's secret action.

The moment she put it in her arms, Xianjie was a little flustered, she didn't know if it was right to do this, and she didn't know if it was worthy of her upright heart to open the letter from Dr. Huang to her brother in this way.

Just when he was worried in his heart and his expression was entangled and dodging, Zong Zheng suddenly turned his body obliquely, hoping to find out a thing or two from the mouth of the well-informed Tuyuan Venerable, but he inadvertently noticed that Xianjie's expression seemed to be wrong.

"Xian'er, what's wrong with you, are you injured?" Zong Zheng asked with concern, while rushing to Xianjie's side, grabbing her little hand, he couldn't stop speculating in his heart if Xian'er was injured in the dark night, but he didn't know.

Zong Zheng could feel that Xianjie's hand was a little cold, and he asked more and more anxiously, "Xian'er, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, brother, don't worry about me, maybe I've just caught a cold. Xianjie replied, her eyes were a little evasive, and she didn't dare to look directly at Zong Zheng's concerned and nervous eyes.