When the visitor approached to a distance of two zhang, Murong Xihua and Hestia realized that the two women shouted at the same time: "Someone!"

Before the words were finished, the door of the Accord was kicked open, and several cold rays shot in, dividing everyone in the room.

Huangfu had expected it and shouted. Both palms were split out at the same time, knocking down the hidden weapon that was sprinkled on the glass, and the figure squatted, holding the curtain on the table with his left hand and rolling it towards the person on the left. Immediately after that, he spun his upper body and flew up with a punch to the right.

But listening to the "bang", the punch that the person from the right had not had time to throw was raised by Huang Fuyan's right elbow, and then he was firmly hit by the punch that Huangfu Yan had been planning for a long time.

All this was just between the flashes of lightning, and the emperor came out with all his might, and the person on the right didn't even scream, and the person had already flown upside down, hit the wall and slid to the ground, out of breath.

The man on the left was hurriedly reaching out to tear off the curtain on his head, and the emperor who turned around had already slashed it with a sword.

At this time, Murong Xihua and the others who reacted also raised their palms, and each attacked the person after blocking the hidden weapon. Needless to say, Murong Xihua and Hestia, Fang Ling and Yu Chi Liancheng are both experts in using hidden weapons, and the thunderbolt hand of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall and the Bodhi hand of the Sichuan-Shu Tang Sect have invisibly engaged in a contest.

Everyone is good at martial arts, after a few moves, there are seven strong men who died on the spot, and the rest of the people saw it, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the emperor killed them.

Almost at the same time, a harp chant resounded through the night sky.

Up and down the drunken fairy building, the lights were staggered for a while.

Suddenly, I saw twenty-four black-clothed girls coming in from all directions, scattered behind Dian Jing according to a specific position, each holding a long sword, with a strong temperament.

"Haha!"

A wild laugh came, and the roof of the Accord was broken open with a palm, shooting into two figures. A man and a woman, all dressed in weird ways.

The man is a middle-aged red-robed monk, and the woman is a bewitching girl dressed explicitly. Among the two, it is obviously this middle-aged man.

Flying in the air, the monk stared at Dian Jing with bright eyes, laughed wildly, and said: "The poor monk is late, please forgive the little lady!"

Dian Jing had goosebumps all over her body, her face was blue and purple, and she didn't know whether she was angry or embarrassed.

Murong Xihua frowned, obviously unable to imagine how his junior sister could provoke such a mad monk.

"What happened to Liu Yue to you?" Regaining his composure, Dian Jing stared at the girl behind him, his face extremely ugly.

"Haha, naturally it's Bliss, isn't it?" said the monk and looked at the girl in his arms with a smile.

The girl's expression was even more charming, and her eyes were full of spring, as if she was about to drip water.

Dian Jing's face was pale, as if she couldn't bear it, she looked at the man viciously, and shouted: "Demon monk, I am inseparable from you!"

As he spoke, Huangfu was shocked to find that her eyes had turned pure white, and the cold light was like water. But seeing her coldly swept around, a shallow smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth, and the night wind blew her clothes, which was as clear and audible as the wind whistle, but only slightly desolate.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

Three soft piano sounds flew out from the guqin in her hand, like flowing clouds and fine water, covering the entire Drunken Immortal Building in a piano rhyme.

This trick comes from the Eight Desolation Demon Sound, called "Heart Song", which seems to be elegant and dusty, but there is no trace of murder.

Unexpectedly, the demon monk suddenly made a move, and in the midst of her busy schedule, the mantra of the word "Om" blurted out and sprayed towards Dian Jing.

Although the skill he exerted at this time was only about three or four percent of the internal force at most, but the six-character mantra was originally a means to subdue demons and subdue demons.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a miserable sound came from the door of the Accord.

When everyone looked back, they heard a "bang!", and the villain who was leaning on the front suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his chest, and let out a few painful moans in a row, he raised his head with a frightened face, and looked at the Dianjing in front of him in despair.

The melodious sound of the piano had already attracted many young students and martial arts figures in the restaurant, but when they saw such a strange and terrifying scene, they immediately dispersed, leaving only a few conceited martial arts high-rollers, who were still shallow in the corner and watched the movement inside.

The demon monk frowned and said, "The heart vein has been broken, what a clever sound skill." ”

Seeing that Dian Jing ignored him, he was unmoved, but felt that his subordinates were too pustuent. Instead, he looked at the quiet guqin with burning eyes, and said coldly: "The little lady is even more beautiful when she is angry, and obediently go back with the poor monk to be a concubine, otherwise today is your death." Hmph, if your master Tianxiang Goddess is in person, the poor Dao will still be jealous, as for you, that little bit of Taoism is really not enough!"

"You!" Dian Jing's face turned red, but she also knew that she was not this person's opponent.

When Murong Xihua heard the words "Tianxiang Goddess", her face changed greatly, and she shouted, "Who are you?"

"Little girl, are these three people the concubines you found? If so, then they don't have to live in the world!" Although the demon monk saw that a few people had died, he didn't take a few of them seriously, but at this time he was jealous and said angrily.

Dian Jing calmed down, knowing that the person in front of him was too good to deal with herself. I was afraid that Murong would spend them to underestimate the enemy, so he said loudly: "This person is the outcast of Southern Shaolin thirty years ago, I don't want him to be dead, he appeared in Jinling a year ago, kidnapped and plundered many girls, and then I didn't know where to know my reputation, and actually ran to Jinling Flower Workshop to do evil, wanting to include me under his banner, so as to help him practice Huanxi Zen Gong." Liu Yue was kidnapped by him at that time, and he didn't want to ...... now."

Daomen cultivation has the theory of inner Dan and outer Dan, and those who practice qi refine and refine qi are inner Dan, and those who practice magic seek Outer Dan to refine and refine qi. People in the evil way are opportunistic, treat the opposite sex as a furnace, defile people's innocence, rob people's essence and blood, and cultivate Neidan. Although it is easy to achieve it quickly at the beginning, it becomes more and more difficult later, and even goes crazy. This demon monk's joyful Zen skill is obviously one of them.

Huang Fu Yan didn't know anything about it, but he also knew that this demon monk was a heinous big-lewd-thief!

Murong Xihua understood in her heart, remembering that her master, the goddess Tianxiang, had once told about a secret case of martial arts. Seeing that the emperor was puzzled, he explained.

The demon monk was also a big one, and he didn't rush to do it. When he heard from Murong Xihua's mouth about the big things he had done back then, he even felt a sense of resolute pride and inexplicable grievances in his heart.