Although the wind blade is invisible, but the sound of the wind and the movement of the monk's hand, even if it is invisible, the yacha can still guess the direction of the wind blade, holding the waist knife, right and left, "boring and boring" two sounds very calmly took over the two wind blades.

I don't know if it's the words before or the relaxed appearance when the yacha took the invitation stimulated the monk, the monk pinched the fingers of his right hand and swiped continuously, and countless wind blades were stimulated, and there was a feeling that he would not stop if he didn't split the yacha. With his amazing reflexes and concentration, he was embarrassed but still blocked all the wind blades.

Yacha breathed a sigh of relief, he followed so many attacks, but it didn't mean that he was easy to catch. 100% concentration, tight muscles show that both brain power and muscles are overworked. At the very moment when he relaxed, he blocked the air!

Oh no! The movement is always half a beat slower than I thought. He knew it was bad, but he couldn't turn back when the knife was out.

He blocked so many attacks, he was used to the pattern of monk attacks, who would have expected that the attacks would suddenly change, this is clearly a trap!

Yacha looked at the monk, and the corners of the monk's mouth went up slightly, looking at him contemptuously. Sure enough, the previous attack patterns were all illusions created by the monk, and the purpose was of course to make him let down his guard.

The monk was waiting for this moment, the Yacha's knife momentum was old, and the moment he blocked the air, he couldn't take it back at all, the tight knife net revealed a flaw, the monk quickly stepped forward, and with a stroke of his hand, the familiar wind blade was killed towards the Yacha's chest.

The wind blade that was originally killing and the acceleration of the monk's sudden advance just now, even the peak yacha may not be able to block it, not to mention that now that he is outside the waist knife, not to mention that he can't even dodge when he resists, and he is forced to suffer a wind blade in his chest.

Yacha pressed his hand to his chest, and the waist knife in his hand could no longer be held just now and fell to the ground. Although this wind blade did not hit the heart or other vital points, it left a wound in the chest that was two feet deep from the upper right to the lower left ribs, and the bone was visible. The Yacha's hands couldn't cover the wound at all, let alone stop the bleeding.

The massive loss of blood had caused him to have a golden star, and if it weren't for his amazing willpower, he would have fainted. Obviously, now he doesn't even have the strength to speak, let alone fight back.

"Click... Click. The monk approached step by step, avoiding the blood that flowed from the yacha's body, and came to the yacha's side. Although the expression on his face was not revealed, the yacha could feel that the monk at this moment was definitely very proud.

Squatting beside the yacha, the monk looked sideways at the yacha's chest, and made a "tsk" sound in his mouth, looking at the appearance of the yacha, he knew that if no one made a move, the yacha would only live for a few more moments, he smiled: "I said that I would let you go, why are you disobedient? ”

Yacha didn't have the strength to answer, and he inhaled heavily. The monk put his hand into the yacha's chest, avoided the bloody wound, and took out the official document just now and read it.

The drawings on the official document do not show anything except that he is a bald monk, but the characteristic is that it complements the obvious feature: dysentery on the head. That's why the yacha recognized him just now.

The monk also laughed at himself, the monk with dysentery seemed to be the only one in the whole world, and the things he committed were written under the characteristics, and the evil words confused the public and murdered dozens of families.

"Well, it's really happened. The monk sighed, but he also sighed, in order to cultivate for him, he had already lost his conscience, and sacrificed several families in exchange for his cultivation, he felt that they had died deservedly. He didn't care about the court's arrest at all, and if he didn't show his true face, he could still walk on the street with a swagger.

His only worry was that in the future, it would not be as easy for them to do things as before, and the imperial court would announce what they had done to the world, and anyone who cared about state affairs would know about them. They can't fool others as monks anymore.

The big families will not let others approach at all except as monks, and they hope that the Taoist friends have another way, otherwise their way to promote Jindan will be blocked.

"Demon Dao, stay away from my eldest brother!" The voice was the two yacha who were thrown down just now, and it was their heads that were seriously injured and fell to the ground. Not only that, he never oppressed the villagers, and because of his good kung fu, the gangsters in this area did not dare to go too far, so the villagers were very grateful to him.

Seeing that it was his defeated general, the monk didn't pay much attention, threw the official document in his hand on the ground, and wanted to say something very angrily, when he suddenly noticed that something was coming. The monk knew that it was the two officials who were afraid that he would be detrimental to the people lying on the ground, and intervened to stop him.

He smiled contemptuously, just because you ordinary people also want to save people from him? If he wants to kill someone, there is more than just a lie on the ground. For these people who don't think about themselves, they can only be used to pretend to be superior.

He didn't have to pay attention to what was coming, and without turning around, he raised his hand and swiped it, and a wind blade slammed into the attacking thing.

In his opinion, a wind blade will be knocked open and cut even if it is a stone, and the wind blade collides with that thing, he guesses the beginning but can't guess the end, and the wind blade directly cuts the thing in half as he expected, but the cut thing is scattered instead, and it is scattered on the monk's body under the monk's astonishment.

With a bit of warm liquid and the smell of urine, the monk quickly knew what was on his body, whether it was urine or freshly baked urine.

It turned out that the two yacha saw the monk's fingers scratching around, and then their heads were inexplicably seriously injured and lay on the ground. They didn't know the monk's methods, and thought that the monk would practice demon magic again. What are the kinds of folk dealing with demon laws, filthy things, black dog blood, and children's urine. They couldn't find the filth and the blood of the black dog for a while, but the child's urine was just caught and given to the child.

If the monk had just taken a look, he would have easily dodged with his cultivation, but unfortunately he was too big, so he would have made a fool of himself.

The monk's skin felt the warmth of urine, and his nose smelled the smell of urine, and he went crazy. He didn't expect that the person he didn't care about could give him such a big loss, and he looked at the two ants with angry eyes and looked at the people around him, these people were all proof of his ugliness, and he suddenly felt murderous when he thought of this.

He didn't pay attention to any rules, his hand swiped in the air, and countless wind blades shot in all directions, and the person who watched him make a fool of himself would not exist after today.