Seeing that his old friend was in a desperate situation, the old viewer standing at the top of the wall was dressed in a Taoist robe and puffed himself without wind, and it seemed that he could make a move at any time.

Liu Hao is also in a dilemma in his heart at the moment, long before Song Yuchen arrived at this Liuyun Temple, Wen Yongting explained to him, if the people from the soul mound find him, he Liu Hao should not make a move, so as not to attract the suspicion of the court.

Liu Hao knew in his heart that it was true that the Son of Heaven was respectful today, but this soul mound was a taboo institution of the dynasty, and it was the private soldier and confidant of the Son of Heaven, and it would be difficult to have a good end if he fought against it.

Originally, he persuaded Wen Yongting to hide in the Taoist temple, in this way, even if it was a person from the Soul Tomb, he couldn't be too nonsense, if the Soul Tomb really broke in, he Liu Hao also had a reason to help.

But what kind of temper is Wen Yongting, how can he let the entire Liuyun Temple fall into a crisis because of himself.

For Liu Hao, the old master, he himself is naturally not afraid of an old Taoist priest, but behind him is Liuyunguan, although it is not a major sect, but after all, it has been inherited for more than 600 years, and after such ups and downs, she Liu Hao can't let this incense be interrupted in her hands no matter what.

Now, what is convenient for him to do, and the only thing he can do, is to press the formation on the sidelines, and if his old friend is really in mortal danger, he will help again.

Song Yuchen, who was dressed as a scholar, took it with one hand, pinched a folding fan, and still stood still, not seeming to be worried about the safety of Mr. Wen.

Led by Liu Fengyuan, the other two soul mound ground-level masters interfered from the side, plus Wang Longhuan hibernated on the sidelines, such a battle, I'm afraid you are a half-step fairyland, and you will definitely not be pleased.

However, for the fatal blow that seemed to be a must-hit this time, Liu Fengyuan's face was not the slightest bit of certainty, but his expression was solemn.

has dealt with this thief surnamed Wen more than ten times, and similar situations have occurred more than three times, but the final result is often to fail and let the other party escape again.

Moreover, Liu Fengyuan's worries are not superfluous, after all, he himself suffered a penetrating injury to his left shoulder in the morning, although he applied the wound medicine used by the palace, it is obviously impossible to completely recover in just one day.

Enduring the severe pain of piercing his heart, this time Liu Fengyuan locked the tip of the sword to the back of the old thief Wen, and he must kill him with one blow.

Seeing that the tip of the sword was only less than five inches away from the back of the old thief Wen's heart, as long as it was delivered forward, it could end the arduous pursuit and killing career in the past three months.

However, the next moment, Liu Fengyuan's face changed suddenly.

As long as those present had cultivated internal strength, they could clearly feel that the air around them seemed to suddenly become heavy at this moment.

The kind of heaviness that weighs on everyone's body, it feels like God stretches out an invisible big palm and falls on the top of everyone's head, although it can't be seen, but that

The feeling of oppression can be clearly felt.

Looking in from the outside, I saw that the doorless and non-sectarian Taoist robe worn by this lonely Taoist priest suddenly swelled into a ball, and at the same time, the incomparably hard stone slab ground under his feet suddenly cracked, and centered on the place where he was standing, it continued to spread around at a speed as fast as lightning, and then formed a huge spider web.

Outside the court, Song Yuchen's heart sank, "The power of heaven and earth is exactly the same as what I felt by the river before." ”

When he was still Meng Changming, if he said that he was the second in the crowd, I am afraid that no one would dare to call himself the first, although the top schools of various sects on the rivers and lakes are not necessarily, but they probably know the essence of the mysteries, even if it is the Tao and the two schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, he has touched it to some extent, and he has to know more about Taoism, but only Confucianism is the most unfamiliar, and it can even be said that he almost does not understand.

The funny thing is that his own best brother Su Wenhao was a living Confucian saint, but unfortunately, this nerd just entered the reincarnation as soon as he entered the sainthood, so Meng Changming didn't have a chance to learn from each other.

It is said that Confucianism can exchange the power of heaven and earth for the power of heaven and earth, so as to do earth-shattering things to cry ghosts and gods, and the lonely Taoist priest in front of him, although he has not yet reached that level of horror, can also get a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg.

On the other side of the black chain, the soul mound ground-level master Mo Ran only felt that there was a shocking force coming from the chain, so that he did not have the slightest ability to resist, and his whole body fell suddenly.

"Boom"

With a loud bang, the ink dye slammed into the hard stone slab, and suddenly smashed into a deep depression.

And before he smashed it, the two "ink-dyed" black chains that he had never left his hand had already disappeared after cracking his tiger's mouth.

"Bell"

Almost the next moment when the ink dye smashed to the ground, there were three sharp sounds of metal colliding with each other, and the officers and soldiers who were closer had even more headaches.

Wang Longhuan, who was sitting on horseback and ready to deliver a tricky blow, had a burning look in his eyes.

The scene that flashed by just now, he could not see it very clearly, the old thief Wen who turned from Confucianism borrowed the power of heaven and earth at the last moment, and forcibly took away the two black chains forged from the black iron dyed by ink, but once again staged the "river tornado", which was different from the morning in the morning, this time the tornado was not a waterspout, but purely formed by interweaving the two black chains of dark iron in his hand.

White tornadoes on the river, black tornadoes on land.

Liu Fengyuan's weapons were about to stab this old thief Wen, but they were stopped at the last moment, which couldn't help but make people feel regretful.

Suddenly, Wang Longhuan frowned, looked his eyes to the side, and immediately a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, Wang Longhuan disappeared on horseback with a silver spear in his hand.

Song Yuchen, who realized it later, suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and his heart was not good.

On the wall, the old viewer also caught a glimpse of the young man holding the silver gun suddenly making a move out of the corner of his eye, but the old viewer found that this person was not supporting his partner to deal with Old Man Wen, but was heading towards the side door of his Taoist temple, which made Liu Hao a little puzzled.

But soon, he found out the clue, it turned out that the female doll with the surname secretly ran to the side door to peek.

After being alerted, the old watcher also had goosebumps all over his body at that time.

Although he didn't know why the other party suddenly wanted to move a weak woman to make a move, he couldn't allow him Liu Hao to think too much at this juncture, and he had to stop that person by all means.

But because he had just shaken his head, the young man in black with a very fast figure was already close to Huai Xiaoyu.

The old Guan master immediately made a decision, and the Taisu cultivation that was enough to make him among the top twenty in the world poured out in an instant, put his fingers together, used his fingers as a sword, and slashed out a sword in the air.

The nine-foot white sword slashed across the sky like a white rainbow and slashed towards Wang Longhuan.

And almost at the same moment as the old viewer slashed his sword, a red streamer more than a zhang long was like a bolt of lightning, instantly from far and near, and it was also heading towards the young man in the soul mound.

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