The monk of Mobei chose to work hard. The internal force was released, and the originally wide monk's robe swelled up like an inflatable ball, forming a large round ball. Whether it was Meng Qianqiu's palm or Du Feng's knife, they were all bounced away by the ball. Mo Beiye Monk's face was red at this time, and the green tendons on his bald head burst out, looking hideous and terrifying. He stared at Meng Qianqiu and Du Feng with blood-red eyes, and there was murder in his eyes.

"Hmph~ pretend to be a ghost!" Meng Qianqiu snorted, and hit the bald head of the Mobei Ye monk with his right palm again. Mobei Ye Monk suddenly bounced up and crashed into Meng Qianqiu with his body. Meng Qianqiu hurriedly changed his moves, and pushed the monk of Mobei Ye into a round ball with both palms. only heard a snapping sound, Meng Qianqiu was shocked and retreated, and the monk of Mobei Ye flew out without taking a beat. But the direction he flew in happened to be where Luo Ba and Zhou Ruotong fought.

Luo Ba relied on his own strength to sink the sword, and the big knife greeted Zhou Ruotong's body with the sound of the wind. Zhou Ruotong didn't dare to fight hard with him, so she had to dodge back and forth, and occasionally be able to counterattack with a sword, but as long as Luo Ba's big knife returned to defense, she had to change her moves, otherwise she would collide with his big knife. If she continues like this, she can only protect herself, but she is powerless to help others.

At this time, the Mobei Wild Monk flew suddenly and hit Luo Ba's back at once. A strong force came from behind, only pushing him forward. Luo Ba was confused by the sudden attack, and the big knife was sideways, and the empty door in front of his chest was wide open. Zhou Ruotong seized the opportunity to pierce his throat with a sword. Luo Ba let go of his big knife, covered his neck with both hands, and ended his life of sin with unwillingness.

"Ahh abandoned the empty road man, and stabbed Zhou Ruotong with a shot. But it turned out that although the gun demon Zhao Shijie was fighting with Luo Ba all day long, the relationship between the two was actually very good. Seeing Luo Ba die, Zhao Shijie went crazy and wanted to avenge him. Zhou Ruotong killed Luo Ba, and when he saw Zhao Shijie raising his gun to kill, he hurriedly shook his sword to parry. The monk of Mobei was still waiting to help, but was blocked by the spirit dog Du Feng. At this time, Meng Qianqiu rushed over, and the two surrounded him again.

The breathing of the monk in Mobei suddenly accelerated, and the green tendons on his head seemed to burst out. "The monk can't do it!" Meng Qianqiu was the first to notice the abnormality, and shouted loudly at the moment. Then he slapped Mo Beiye Monk on the chest again.

"Amitabha!" Monk Mobei Ye gritted his teeth and gave up the defense on his chest, and took Meng Qianqiu's palm hard. This palm hit the chest of the monk through the monk's robe, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the monk of Mobei. Before Meng Qianqiu could be happy, he found that his right palm was trapped in the monk's robe of the monk of Mobei Ye, and he couldn't pull it out for a while. The monk raised his right palm and smashed it on his arm in his terrified gaze. With a click, Meng Qianqiu's right arm was broken into two.

"Ahh At this time, the spirit dog Du Feng suddenly stabbed out from behind, and stabbed into the back of the Mobei Ye monk, and the tip of the knife came out from the front chest.

Mo Beiye Monk spurted out another mouthful of blood, turned around and slapped Du Feng in the chest, knocked him out, and fell to the ground for a long time unable to move. After being hit hard, the monk of Mobei Ye could no longer support it, and his body fell to the ground weakly. The monk's robe lost its internal support, and gradually shrunk and covered his body.

"Big brother!" the empty man shouted mournfully. He forced back with a sword, and the ghost hand Han Yu jumped to the side of the Mobei Ye monk, and reached out with his left hand to point at several acupoints on his chest, stopping the blood from gushing out. At this time, Zhou Ruotong also jumped over, and Zhao Shijie was still chasing after her. The sword of the empty man moved and forced Zhao Shijie to retreat. Zhou Ruotong knelt beside the monk Mobei with tears in his eyes, "Big brother, how are you!" The empty man glared angrily at the ghost hand Han Yu and the gun demon Zhao Shijie with his sword. Meng Qianqiu connected the broken arm at this time, tore off his clothes, made a bandage, and stood opposite with his arms hanging. Du Feng struggled to get up and stood behind the three of them.

"Third sister, I'm afraid I can't do it, the treasure map is in my arms, you must escape! cough~"

"Big brother, don't talk!, Xiao Huandan, and Xiao Huandan!" Zhou Ruotong hurriedly rummaged through the arms of the monk in the north and found the porcelain vase. She opened the vase and poured it out, only to find that there was nothing inside.

"Third sister, don't look for it. There are only three grains!" said the monk of Mobeiye.

"I also have wound medicine here!" Zhou Ruotong said, took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out several pills, and put them all into the mouth of the monk Mobeiye. "It's not as good as a small one, but it's a bit useful. Big brother, hold on a little longer, and we'll take you home!"

The empty man stared at the four people in front of him and he never looked back, but he heard Zhou Ruotong's words just now. "The third sister picked up the eldest brother and followed me!"

"Second brother!" Zhou Ruotong looked up and saw that the empty man was clenching his teeth, his eyes were wide open, and his hand holding the sword was also bruised. She stopped talking at the moment, handed over the sword to her left hand, lowered her body and used her right hand to pick up the monk Mobeiye, and put him on her shoulder. As soon as the monk moved slightly, a pain came from the wound. "Amitabha!" he couldn't help but whisper a Buddha name, sweating profusely from a headache.

"Big brother, how are you!"

"Third sister, I can still hold on!"

The Sky Man held his sword and looked ahead, his steps moving. Zhou Ruotong helped the monk Mobei to follow closely behind him. Zhao Shijie, the gun demon on the opposite side, narrowed his eyes slightly, and with a shake of the big gun, he stepped forward and stabbed at the empty man. The Kongdao people didn't dodge much when they saw him snatching it, but when the tip of his spear was about to stab his own dish, the tip of the spear slashed under his ribs, bringing out a blood groove in his left ribs. The sword of the Kongdao man slashed along the barrel of the gun, and a sword actually cut Zhao Shijie's right hand. Zhao Shijie hurriedly let go and retreated, but he was still swept by the sword on his wrist, and his entire right hand fell to the ground.

"Ahh The remaining three people had a hint of jealousy in their eyes, and they didn't make a move at the moment, silently watching the empty Dao people protect Zhou Ruotong and Mobei Yesheng and gradually walk away. They hung some distance behind, waiting for an opportunity from a distance.

Zhao Shijie stopped the bleeding of the broken wrist, tore a piece of cloth from Luo Ba's body, and tore another piece of cloth to wrap the broken right hand in his arms. After doing all this, he followed behind with a large gun in his left hand. It's just that without the right hand, the skill of the gun will inevitably be greatly reduced.

After walking for a distance, the empty road man saw that the few people behind him were far away, so he put the Mobei Ye monk over, and asked Zhou Ruotong to warn him in the back and walk in front of the Mo Beiye monk. At this time, the condition of the monk Mobei Ye gradually deteriorated, and his mind was no longer sober. After walking for a while, it gradually darkened. The two of them hadn't eaten for a day, plus they had another fight, and they had walked so far, and their bodies were extremely tired. The Kongdao man took the monk to the back of a sheltered sand dune, he gently put the monk on the ground, and found some dry grass nearby to make a small fire.

Zhou Ruotong took out the dry food and water bladder and handed them to the empty man. The empty man didn't take the dry food, but just took the water bladder, opened it, drank it, and returned it to Zhou Ruotong. At this time, the monk of Mobei Ye trembled, and his eyes suddenly opened.

"Big brother!"

"Big brother!" As soon as the two of them saw it, they hurriedly stepped forward, and the empty Dao man held the Mobei Ye monk in his arms, and Zhou Ruotong hurriedly handed the water bladder forward, and was about to feed him water. The monk turned his head away and said in a hoarse voice: "Amitabha, don't waste your efforts in vain. Big brother really can't do it this time. I am an orphan who was raised by Master since I was a child. Although Master is an abandoned Shaolin disciple, he still considers himself a monk, so I followed him into Buddhism. Five years ago, Master passed away as an old man. I also went down the mountain, and then I met you. cough~cough~"

"Big brother, don't say it!" Zhou Ruotong said crying.

"No, let me finish! I know that the second brother and the third sister love each other, and I hope that after I die, you will not avenge me. The two of you take this treasure map, dig out the treasure, and then go to find a place where no one is in peace and stay together for the rest of your life......" Before he finished speaking, his voice stopped abruptly, and the head of the monk of Mobeiye fell into the arms of the empty man.

"Big brother!

"Big brother!" the empty man closed his eyes and twisted his head to the side, tears streaming down his eyes.