The fire was blazing, shining like day.

On the wall, Zhao Yu saw through the firelight that everyone at the Golden Gun Gate was in a circle, digging up sand to cover the flames, and there was a tendency to not give up until the goal was achieved. In particular, there are a few martial arts masters, and when the spear is thrust into the ground, a large canopy of dirt is lifted up and thrown on the fire, and a road to the sea of fire can be paved soon!

In the ruined temple, except for a few who started the fire, the rest of the Mingjiao disciples stood under the wall with their weapons, their faces tense and waiting for Zhao Yu's next order. Zhao Yu glanced back, and his eyebrows drooped. It turned out that most of the weapons prepared by these Ming Christians were bamboo guns and wooden knives, and occasionally a few iron tools were actually hoes and farm tools! How could such a weapon, such a rabble, rush out and fight!

It turned out that the Mongolian court was wary of the Han rebellion, and had always pursued a ban on the private possession of military blades. Although these people have entered the Ming Sect, their essence is still to fight small people, not to be counted as people in the rivers and lakes, how dare they hide weapons privately on weekdays, and even these bamboo guns and wooden knives are made in the past few days.

At this time, a young man from the Golden Gun Gate outside was already holding a golden spear, and was about to rush into the temple through the thick smoke. didn't have time to think about it, Zhao Yu jumped off the wall, grabbed a wooden knife, and rushed out of the temple gate.

"Little brother, ...... you" The burly man wanted to call Zhao Yu back, but before he could say anything, he saw that Zhao Yu had already jumped into the flames to meet the young man. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Come and rush out with me to save this little brother!"

As soon as the young man from the Golden Gun Gate passed through the ring of fire, he saw the young man rushing with a wooden knife, he raised his eyebrows, shook out a bright spear flower, stabbed Zhao Yu in the chest, and shouted: "Look at me to pick through your demon cub with one shot!"

Zhao Yu swung the knife in a square, his short body avoided the sharp blade, his hand grasped the barrel of the gun, and the internal force suddenly spit out. The young man suddenly felt that the spear in his hand was blazing, and he surged vigorously to tear open the tiger's mouth! He snorted, his hands were slammed apart, and then he was kicked in the chest again, and his body soared into the air and fell backwards!

Starting with the spear, Zhao Yu was slightly stunned, this spear seemed to be shining with golden light, but the weight of the spear was quite light. After a while, he came to his senses, and it turned out that the so-called golden gun was just a mulberry pole painted with a layer of gold paint, which had no shape, which made Zhao Yu's plan to make a windfall fall in vain.

He threw the wooden knife back at the ruined temple, and shouted at several Mingjiao disciples who rushed behind him, "You guys have guarded the door, wait for me to grab some more blades!"

Seeing that the young man was so sharp, the people of the Ming Sect still obeyed him, retreated to the temple gate, and shouted loudly to cheer for Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu held the golden lacquer gun, his body was agile through the flame gap, his arms were pierced, a gun trembled like a golden dragon out of a hole, and the gun shadow and fire tongue were mixed together, and it was difficult to distinguish each other!

The people of the Golden Gun Gate were struggling to kill the demons of the Ming Sect, and when they saw Zhao Yu throwing himself into the net, they became excited and rushed here. But because of Zhao Yu's gun, the water was impenetrable, and he couldn't do anything for a while.

"The young master was killed by the demon sect!"

Suddenly, a man in the Golden Gun Gate shouted loudly.

What the!

Zhao Yu was slightly stunned when he heard this shout. He kicked the young man out of the way, but he didn't use any extreme force, and besides, the young man's martial arts skills were quite hot, how could he not help this kick? He followed the prestige, only to see the young man lying horizontally between the cracks in the stones, half of his skull was blurred with flesh and blood, and it turned out that his head hit the sharp stone when he fell.

"Kill this demon cub and avenge the young master!"

Brush!

The wind was cold, and the people of the Golden Gun Gate, who had some scruples, launched a frenzy, and more than ten spears stabbed at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu turned around to avoid its edge, and the spear was raised horizontally to parry many guns. These people attacked fiercely and fiercely, as soon as they touched Zhao Yu, they felt that there was a thousand strong forces pressing down, and more than ten strong forces were borne, and their arms suddenly hurt.

The internal force in his dantian quickly flowed and rushed to the back waist, and the strength at the waist and eyes burst out, and he stood up, his arms were pierced, and the golden lacquer spear slammed upward.

Call!

The sound of crackling wood was endless, and the few people who surrounded Zhao Yu's strong attack only felt that the tiger's mouth was tearing and cracking, and the force sent out was like the sea water hitting the reef and surging back, shocking their eyes to black and blood surging.

At this moment, Zhao Yu was sideways involved in the forest of guns, threw away the gun that had been broken by the huge force, and put more than ten spears under his armpits with a stretch of his arms, and suddenly exerted his strength, directly shaking open the hands of everyone holding guns in the golden gun gate, and then turned back to the fire circle, threw all the weapons he grabbed into the temple gate, and held a stick in his hand and killed it again!

The Ming disciples saw that Zhao Yu was powerful and powerful to overcome more than ten people, and their blood was ignited, and they applauded, and there was no cowardice. The burly man distributed his weapons to the people around him, and shouted: "Brothers kill the enemy side by side, and it is at this time to clear the evil gangsters of the Golden Gun Gate!"

Jianghu weapons fight and kill, the first momentum. The people of the Golden Gun Gate came sneak attack, which should have been like a bamboo, but they were blocked by the fire, and the momentum was already leaked, and they were severely defeated by Zhao Yu's majesty. The most important thing is that the unexpected death of the leading young sect master made their momentum leak to the bottom, and at this time, when they saw a large group of demon sect demons swooping down condescendingly, they were even more shocked, and they couldn't exert ten percent of their strength, and turned around and fled to the bottom of the mountain.

Zhao Yu rushed behind everyone at the Golden Gun Gate, and the wooden stick spirit snake in his hand went out like a hole, all going to the acupoint where the qi and veins around the person converged. His internal strength became more and more exquisite, and his strength struck the opponent's acupoint through the wooden stick, and all of them fainted due to blood blockage. Several Ming disciples hugged behind him, and the shrimp soldiers and crabs shouted and cheered, such a smooth battle really made people feel refreshed, and it was several times more comfortable than the last time they were chased by the Yuan soldiers!

If they are brought out individually, these people from the Golden Gun Gate have practiced martial arts and marksmanship for several years, and they are better than a single Yuan soldier. But when they get together, they fight in a disorderly manner, and once they are frustrated, they will collapse, and they are a real rabble. Zhao Yu chased and killed at the end, but there was a thought in his heart, if a group of people with superb martial arts were gathered together and practiced the technique of group killing and joint attack with the art of war and military regulations, I am afraid that it would not take long to train an invincible team!

His thoughts were spinning, but he was not slow, and people kept being knocked to the ground by him. At this time, all the Ming Christians in the ruined temple also rushed out, and went all over the hillside to hunt down the scattered Golden Gun Gate people. At this time, the people of the Golden Gun Gate still had the arrogance that originally rushed to kill, and every time they were caught by two or three Mingjiao, they would throw away their weapons without even fighting, and hugged their heads and begged for mercy.

After nearly an hour of pursuit, except for a few who had to slip away early when they saw the opportunity, most of the disciples of the golden gun who attacked were captured, and there were as many as fifty or sixty people in the inventory. Although the Mingjiao people won a complete victory, a few of them were killed and injured by counterattacks. Everyone embraced Zhao Yu in triumph and cheered.

The burly man who was hidden as the leader came out of the crowd and bowed to Zhao Yu and said: "If it weren't for the little brother's great display of divine power and skills this time, it would be difficult for us to have a chance to live." Whether you are a brother or not, you are our great benefactor!"

Before he could finish speaking, everyone knelt down one after another.

Zhao Yu jumped away, waved his hand and said: "I just happened to bump into this thing, and I should give it a go for others and myself." Don't be busy thanking, it's better to think about the aftermath as soon as possible. ”

After bowing three times, they stood up, tied their hands and feet of the Golden Gun Gate, and drove them into the main hall of the ruined temple, and then treated their injured companions. The bodies of several dead Mingjiao were also carried together, their clothes removed, and burned in flames. Everyone sat in a circle, their expressions solemn and solemn, their fingers parted and raised to their chests in the shape of flames, and chanted in a deep tone: "Burn my body, the flame is blazing......"

Zhao Yu was watching this naked cremation ceremony unique to Mingjiao, and when he heard the low scripture in his ears, he couldn't help but feel sad. When he saw that even the seriously wounded were gritting their teeth and reciting this scripture, and when he saw this group of lowly people finding peace and tranquility from the scriptures, his heart churned even more, and he could not help but open his mouth and chant along with it: "Joy and sorrow are all dust." Have mercy on the world, there are many sorrows, and pity the world ......"

Thinking like this, Zhao Yu finally had a deep understanding of Mingjiao. Just as in the scripture, "For the sake of good and evil, only for the sake of light", most of these Ming believers in the ruined temple came from humble backgrounds, and their desire for the truth and goodness in the world was a little stronger than that of ordinary people.

Although the scriptures are solemn and depressed, and there is a transparency to see through the world, people's hearts are unwilling after all. Their fiery enthusiasm for a bright and unsullied world, in the eyes of ordinary people, they have entered the demon barrier, which may be the origin of the name of the Demon Cult.

Zhao Yu has read a lot of books since he was a child, and knows that from the Buddhist family, this world is also called the world of Supo, a place of sin under the Pure Land of Bliss, where all sent beings have many sins and are born to endure a lot of pain and suffering. In Mingjiao, there is also a Maitreya sect to which Chang Yuchun belongs, Maitreya Buddha is the future Buddha, not without seeking fruitless in this life, hoping for the meaning of the next life.

Soon, the people of the Ming sect finished praying. The burly man walked up to Zhao Yu, pointed to the people of the Golden Gun Gate who looked terrified, and said, "I also want to ask the little brother, how to punish this group of villains?"

Zhao Yu shook his head and said: "This is your own business, I only coincide with the meeting, and it is not easy to call the shots." Now that this place is no longer dangerous, I'm leaving. ”

As he spoke, he walked out regardless of the crowd's retention. Fang stepped out of the temple gate, but heard the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the dark, he thought that there was another fish lurking through the golden gun gate, holding a spear blade and jumping up the wall lightly, and under the moonlight, he saw a figure curled up in a ball and squirming.

He stared intently for a moment, and when he heard that the man's breath was scattered, he seemed to be seriously injured, so he didn't have to worry, so he waved his hand and let the Mingjiao people approach with torches.

The man was carried into the temple, a man in his thirties in a strong suit, and his shirt was torn to reveal a bloody wound that was more than a foot long. His face was pale, and there was still a trace of clarity in his eyes. Zhao Yu caught a glimpse of the man's temples slightly convex, it should be that his internal strength was already quite hot, his heart moved, temporarily gave up the plan to leave, and followed into the main hall.

As soon as Zhao Yu stepped into the palace gate, he heard the burly man's anxious voice: "Wu Qi envoy, which one can hurt you so badly?"

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