Seeing the last sword stabbed into his chest, Yuan Xiaoguan said secretly: "It's over!"

Murong Fu's expression was hideous, and there was a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen this hateful guy's heart pierced with six holes, and blood spurted wildly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But at this moment, countless strong winds rushed overhead.

"What's it!" Murong Fu glanced at the corner of his eye, and was suddenly taken aback. Seeing countless large and small hidden weapons coming all over the world, he couldn't care about killing Yuan Xiaoguan anymore, and hurriedly returned to the sword to protect himself.

There was a sharp sound, and Murong Fu flew back in embarrassment, and looked at it intently, where was the hidden weapon, but it was a lot of pots and pans and other things.

"Protect the Zen Master!"

"Kill the thugs!"

"Shoot him!"

......

As many believers approached, a wave of shouts came.

Murong Fu glared at Yuan Xiaoguan hatefully, and wanted to make another move to join his fingers, but found that his internal strength was no longer enough, so he scolded secretly, and flew away. Immediately behind him, another burst of pots and pans flew around.

Yuan Xiaoguan touched his chest, only to see that his hands were full of blood, he was suddenly startled, and when he looked down, he sighed secretly: "It's okay!" It turned out that although Murong Fu withdrew his sword move at the last moment, the tip of the sword still left 6 small scars on his chest. This time it was really a narrow escape, if it weren't for Murong Fu's unfamiliar swordsmanship in the Snow Mountain, if it weren't for his super high strength, or if it wasn't for the attack of many believers...... If any of these are not true, he is now dead.

"Scared out of the little master's cold sweat, as long as he doesn't die!" he shook off the blood on his hand and turned to check on Gamu's situation: "Gamu, how are you?"

"I ...... I'm okay!" Garmu struggled a few times but couldn't get up, he pointed to the side with his finger and said with difficulty, "Bye...... Please!" and then there was no sound.

When I turned my head, I saw a person who looked like Hatomo lying on the ground on the side, it was the master of Aoi Bukong Illusion. His chest was also pierced by his fingers, and the blood kept flowing out, and he was already out of breath and in.

No one must find out that this Hatama Chi is fake! It seems that he can only rely on himself. Yuan Xiaoguan gritted his teeth, leaned over and picked up the Gu Mozhi on the ground and rushed towards the back mountain.

"Stop, let go of the Zen master!" the many believers shouted, and chased after them. And those monks who were watching and hesitating on the sidelines saw that someone was going to take the abbot away, and they immediately blew up, and they all shouted and chased after them. A few people with good martial arts flew directly onto the roof and chased after Yuan Xiaoguan.

Yuan Xiaoguan's strength and physical strength are far beyond ordinary people, but unfortunately he has not learned light skills, and his foot strength is okay compared with ordinary people, but it is dwarfed by those who are good at martial arts.

"Stay with the abbot!" Before he had gone far, a lama had already chased after him, and the "Lotus Palm Print" of the big mudra slapped towards the back of the heart.

Yuan Xiaoguan didn't care at all, his feet kept rushing forward, and sure enough, the lama stopped immediately after slapping out his palm - Yuan Xiaoguan was carrying a person on his back, and the lama didn't know the details, so he didn't dare to attack Gu Mozhi.

Yuan Xiaoguan took the opportunity to grab a few steps and had already come to the back door of Dalun Temple. He bent down and slammed it, and the wooden back door broke in response, and his feet sank, and he was already stepping on the snow in the back mountain.

At this time, there was a sudden "whoosh" in the temple, and a fire meteor burst out, and the direction was the independent courtyard at the foot of the mountain. Yuan Xiaoguan's heart sank, and he secretly thought that after Murong made a comeback, did he want to mobilize the officers and soldiers under the mountain to slaughter the temple?

In any case, he must rush to the cliff of the back mountain! His plan is to pretend that Kumachi is dead on the steep cliff in the back mountain, and he can't bear to be trampled on his corpse, so he throws the fake Haumamochi down the mountain, then the corpse must be blurred with flesh and blood, and no one can distinguish the real from the fake. At the beginning, he also thought about the method of burning the knife and destroying the corpse, but unfortunately after a few contacts, he found that the illusion master still has many obvious differences compared to Kuma Zhilai, such as age, skin, bones, etc., and it is easy to detect the true image. If you want to create the illusion of Kumachi's death in public, you can only think about it and let his bones not exist. Originally, Jiamu was the best executor of this plan, but unfortunately now the plan can't catch up with the changes, and now Yuan Xiaoguan just wants to throw him down.

Rushing to the cliff in the back mountain is victory!

But now that his feet are on the snow, he will fall into the snow as soon as he steps on it, and his superhuman strength cannot be exerted at all. As soon as the speed slowed, the two warrior monks of the Great Wheel Temple behind him immediately caught up, one with a sword and the other with a stick, one left and one right towards him.

Yuan Xiaoguan couldn't avoid it, so he simply lifted the fake Gu Mozhi behind him upwards and shrank himself under his body. Frightened, the two masters hurriedly accepted the recruitment.

"Come on! Come and kill your master! Use your most powerful moves! You're welcome!" Yuan Xiaoguan moved forward with his strength while provoking the people behind him.

No one can bear the charge of killing the master and killing the virtuous monks, those disciples of the Great Wheel Temple threw rat bogeys, neither dared to use hidden weapons nor powerful tricks, so the fake Gu Mozhi behind it became Yuan Xiaoguan's talisman, once someone approached to attack him, he used the fake Gu Mozhi to block. Although the martial arts of those people behind him were high, they were helpless against him for a while.

After a while, we are not far from our destination. But at this time, a cold arrow of "whoosh" came and hit Yuan Xiaoguan's right shoulder, the arrow was so powerful, Yuan Xiaoguan only felt that the right side of his body was numb, and the whole person involuntarily flew backwards, falling heavily on the snow, looking down, a wolf tooth arrow was inserted in his shoulder, and the tip of the arrow had passed through the body.

Only then did I find that a large group of officers and soldiers suddenly appeared on the mountain range ahead. The first person shouted loudly: "Bold thief, dare to hold the wise Zen master hostage, soldiers, you must save the Zen master and kill me!"

Although he kept shouting "save the Zen master", the means he used were mad. When the bowstring sounded, I saw a field of arrows coming from all over the world.

"It's over! It's all in vain!" Yuan Xiaoguan sighed in his heart, "I still have a big hold this time!" I didn't expect that the eldest prince had already ambushed the officers and soldiers in the back mountain, and the fire meteor just now must have been a signal to mobilize the officers and soldiers. ”

He struggled to get up, half-knelt on the snow, and closed his eyes in pain: "Third brother, Xiaoxiao! I'm sorry, I can't fulfill my promise." ”

When I was grieving, I suddenly heard a wild roar in the air: "Who dares to kill me...... That little nephew!"

Yuan Xiaoguan's heart was shocked, and he looked up with joy on his face, only to see an old monk waving a big red robe falling from the sky, and arrows bounced off the sky.

"Division...... Uncle Shi!" Yuan Xiaoguan had never thought that this old monk was so cute, seeing his majestic appearance of a divine soldier descending from the sky, he was so moved that tears almost flowed out, and he just wanted to hug him and kiss him a few times.

At this time, a lama jumped in front of Yuan Xiaoguan and asked sharply: "Criminal, you didn't listen to your teacher just now, do you want to betray your teacher?" He thought that he could suppress Yuan Xiaoguan, and commanded his two disciples to take the opportunity to step forward and want to snatch back the fake Gu Mozhi.

Yuan Xiaoguan scolded: "Bah, neurotic! Who is your apprentice?"

When the ancestor of the blood knife heard this, he immediately became angry, Lao Tzu's apprentice, you dare to rob it!

Taohuasheng and the two apprentices only saw a flash of red light, and then a strong wind blew across their faces, and their bodies suddenly froze, and in the next second, the bodies of the three of them scattered into a puddle of minced meat with a "poof".

In fact, with Peach Blossom's martial arts, it is not a problem to make three or five moves under the Blood Knife Ancestor, but if you want to blame him, he is so good that he called Yuan Xiaoguan an apprentice. The Blood Knife Ancestor is now very attentive to his apprentice, how can he allow others to get involved? Therefore, in a fit of rage, he used the stunt of the sword technique hidden on the Blood Knife-Shadowless Divine Knife!

This Shadowless Divine Knife is a stunt at the bottom of the Blood Knife Gate, and the Blood Knife Ancestor has only just practiced it. This move wins with speed, can instantly split seven seven forty-nine knives, when the knife is out of the blade, only the sound of the wind can be heard, the person who is hit by the move often does not even feel the pain, and is cut into pieces when he feels the cold wind blowing on his face.

Peach Blossom is also the best among the warrior monks of the Great Wheel Temple, he grabbed it together with his two apprentices, but he was divided by the Blood Knife Ancestor just by taking a look at his face, this murderous meeting gift made everyone stunned.

"Little nephew, I'm late, are you okay!" The Blood Knife Ancestor stood in front of Yuan Xiaoguan, holding the knife in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand to pull him up.

"I'm fine, uncle, fortunately you arrived in time!" Yuan Xiaoguan saw that the master was holding a bloody knife in his hand, and guessed that Gu Mozhi and Huiguang must have escaped, and couldn't help but feel happy.

Sure enough, I heard the Blood Knife Ancestor say: "I waited for you in the inn for a long time, but the little master and nephew didn't wait, but waited for a hateful old monk." I'm glad you're okay, otherwise I'd have gone back and skinned the old monk - bear with me!"

As he spoke, he swung his knife and cut off the tail of the arrow on Yuan Xiaoguan's body, and with a slap of the blade, the bloody tip of the arrow flew out, and then he quickly took out the medicinal powder and covered the wounds on his shoulders and chest: "Hold the wound, let's go!"

Yuan Xiaoguan shook his head and whispered in his ear: "No, we must let this fake die without a complete corpse, otherwise there will be endless trouble! It is better to let him die at the hands of others, so as not to be hated by thousands of believers!"

After hearing this, the Blood Knife Ancestor frowned and said, "I want to let him die without a corpse, and I am afraid of being hated, it's so troublesome!" As soon as the words fell, another rain of swords hit the mountain. The Blood Knife Ancestor swung his sword and unleashed his arrows, shouting loudly: "You guys, all of you want this old monk to die!

After shouting, he kicked the fake Gu Mozhi on the ground into the air, and the blood knife in his hand was swung out, and the red light flashed, and the fake Gu Mozhi turned into a cloud of flesh and blood mist in the air.

With a flick of the blade, the blood beads were shaken off, and the Blood Knife Ancestor continued to shout: "Okay! Now that this old monk is dead, are you satisfied? You have to thank me, and you have to hate me, grandpa is called Blood Knife Ancestor, you remember!"

After shouting, the Blood Knife Ancestor pulled Yuan Xiaoguan up and swaggered out through the temple.

Whether it was the officers and soldiers, or the disciples of the Great Wheel Temple, they all consciously flashed to the side and watched the two leave.

Yuan Xiaoguan looked at the master's back, and the thousands of feelings in his heart turned into only one word: hang!