After missing it, Zilong finally stopped his figure, stopped within the past three steps, turned around with a shocked face, looked at the back of the man in white, but found that the man in white turned around, looked at himself with a smile, and then said evilly: "Little guy, your Wuji swordsmanship is good, but if this sword can be faster, maybe it can be a little threatening to me!"

"This ...... Who the hell are you?" "Zilong's sword just now is not said to be fast, but at least it is also his best sword at this time, in the martial arts, it is not a first-class realm, and no one can take this sword.

But this person didn't take it, but let himself float over in his body in an extremely weird way, which made Zilong not surprised, could this person have a demon law?

"You don't deserve to know my name!" the man in white said proudly, "When will you learn the Wuji Sword Method, come and ask my name again! I will take this tripod with me today!" After finishing speaking, the man in white held one hand on one of Ding's feet, and with a slight move, the bronze tripod, which weighed no less than a thousand catties, was lifted by him casually.

Zilong was shocked when he saw this, knowing this person's martial arts, he was afraid that he had reached the realm of supernatural powers, and he was not his opponent anyway!

But even so, Zilong was not ready to let this person go.

At that moment, Zilong was on the ground again, and he still used a dragonfly to point water, and the whole long sword stirred in front of him, stirring up countless sword lights, and roared towards the man in white.

These sword lights were still scattered, as if they were completely irregular, but after the man in white was completely enveloped in the sword light, these sword lights suddenly retracted, slowly turned into a dragon, and rushed towards the man in white with teeth and claws.

"What a dragon fighting Xuanhuang!" The man in white waited for Zilong's move to succeed before he took a bronze tripod and smashed it towards Canglong, making a mediocre "Tuotian style", the sword light Canglong smashed on top of the bronze tripod, as if with a low roar, and burst open.

After the dragon burst, Zilong also spit out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, and fell to the side at once, and was seriously injured by the man in white with one move.

"Haha! Originally, for the sake of your use of Wuji swordsmanship, I would spare your life! I don't want you little guy to be too ignorant, and you want to be tough, so I will accept you today!" The man in white defeated Zilong with one move, and after looking up to the sky and sneering to himself, he held the bronze tripod, and smashed Zilong with a move "Mount Tai pressed the top" to smash Zilong's head and face.

At this moment, Zilong was already seriously injured, and in order to save Ouyang Jin, he had to cultivate for two years.

This move, "Mount Tai Pressing the Top", pressed Zilong with extremely strong internal strength, and the space within a radius of three steps could not move a single bit, and at the moment Zilong seemed to be able to close his eyes and wait for death.

Zilong saw that he was going to die not far from Wan'er, and he sighed slightly in his heart, and couldn't help but close his eyes in despair.

Unexpectedly, the imaginary scene of becoming a puddle of meat did not appear, but a loud "boom" sound was heard, Zilong couldn't help but open his eyes, and saw a thin figure, I don't know when he actually came to his side, holding the sky with both hands, and took the extremely domineering move of the man in white.

"Kexin old bald donkey, are you also worthy of fighting with me?" As soon as the man in white named the identity of this person, he saw that the huge bronze tripod was suddenly retracted, and then swept over heavily, like a hurricane, and swept towards the old monk and the dragon lying on the ground.

Zilong saw that the ground around the old monk's feet had cracked, and knew that the attack of the man in white was extremely terrifying, and felt the earth-shattering hurricane stirred up by the whining sound of the bronze ding, Zilong found that the old monk was standing motionless.

At that moment, his body moved, and he circled the old monk, and exclaimed, "Master, be careful!"

Although Zilong tried his best to rescue, he was already injured, and secondly, the martial arts cultivation of this man in white was really terrifying.

Seeing that Zilong interrupted his momentum because of the appearance of the old monk, causing Zilong to be able to move, and then to save the old monk, the man in white couldn't help but feel a little angry.

At that moment, I saw that the bronze tripod in the hand of the man in white had sped up a few points, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder on the already huge and friendless bronze tripod. Zilong held the old monk in his arms at this moment, ready to jump on the roof and flee for his life.

Unexpectedly, this bronze tripod accelerated so suddenly, although Zilong tried his best to avoid it, this bronze tripod still dangerously blurred the flesh and blood scraped on Zilong's back, and the shirt or something naturally turned into dust.

After dodging this blow, Zilong finally jumped to the roof with the hearty old monk in his arms, spit out a mouthful of blood, and wanted to run again, but felt that above the wound on his back, there was a faint trace of extremely strange true qi.

This true qi can be yin and yang, it seems to be rigid and soft, sometimes soft and weak, sometimes irritable and impermanent.

Before Zilong could come up with a solution, he felt that his true qi was restless, so he had to stop, hugged the old monk, and stopped on the roof.

"Guy, kid, can you dodge my blow, Dugu really didn't find the wrong heir!" The man in white stood below and looked at Zilong and the old monk Kexin, and he didn't mean to chase and kill again, and Zilong took the time to look at the old monk at this time, but found that the old monk had already closed his eyes tightly, and he was shocked to death by the blow of the man in white just now.

Zilong felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, and wanted to go down and fight with this man in white now, but the alien true qi in his body made him extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't move even a bit.

"Lord, can you kill this kid?" Huang Yi came to the man in white at this time and said respectfully.

"No!" The man in white lifted the bronze tripod, looked at Zilong's face with a burst of blue and red, and immediately mocked and said, "My five thunders are really enough for him, kill him now, it is inevitable that Dugu will face me in advance, let's let it go first!" After finishing speaking, the man in white shook his clothes, and the whole person carried the bronze tripod and flew away, like an immortal.

Huang Yi got the order of the man in white, and after glancing at Zilong resentfully, he beckoned his subordinates and slowly withdrew from the patio of the Daxiong Treasure Hall and disappeared into the darkness.

Zilong had always been worried that these people would take advantage of the fact that he was trapped by the true qi of the alien species to deal with him, but when he saw these people retreating, Zilong couldn't help but relax and slowly fell next to the corpse of the old monk.

Before he fell into a coma, he faintly saw Wan'er running from the backyard, faintly as if there were tears flashing in the corners of his eyes, although Zilong didn't want to be unconscious, but he couldn't help but pass out like this.

......

When Zilong woke up, it was already noon on the second day.

At this time, he was in the room where he had slept before, and not far away, it was Wan'er's charming face.

As soon as Zilong woke up and moved a little, Wan'er reacted and said with a look of surprise: "Zilong, you're awake!"

While speaking, Wan'er stretched out her hand and helped Zilong up.

At this moment, Zilong's back was almost completely eroded by the man in white, so he was lying on the bed.

Wan'er came to help, but she could only pass her jade hand through Zilong's chest and slowly help Zilong sit up. Zilong's mouth and nose are full of Wan'er's virgin fragrance, which makes Zilong infinitely intoxicated.

Although Wan'er was extremely gentle, she still inevitably pulled the injury on Zilong's back, and when Zilong reflexively moved, Wan'er immediately frowned lightly, and couldn't help but say distressedly: "Does it hurt?" Zilong ......

"Hmm" Before Wan'er's words were finished, Zilong happened to be helped to Wan'er's lips, and when he didn't hold back, he kissed Wan'er's red lips directly.

Wan'er couldn't help but be intoxicated, and she also wrapped her hands around Zilong's shoulders, hugging Zilong and kissing.

After a long time, Wan'er was even more charming, Zilong saw it, and his index finger moved, and he couldn't help but come to kiss Wan'er again, but Wan'er couldn't help but be like this, and felt sorry for Zilong's serious injury, so he immediately refused: "Don't!

"Eh!" Zilong came to his senses at this time, remembering what happened before he fell into a coma, and couldn't help but say with some sadness, "Before I fell into a coma, Shaolin Temple was still in chaos, and Master Kexin also died next to me, where are we now, how is Shaolin Temple?"

"Hey!" Wan'er also looked sad, and said with some sneering, "Brother Jiang came in time, and finally repelled the attack of those people, although the Shaolin Temple was saved, but the front yard was also burned by the fire, Master Kexin has died, and the master in the temple has just held a super ceremony for him and other fellow disciples who died!"

Hearing that Master Kexin was really gone, Zilong's heart couldn't help but darken.

This Kexin master is the master of the master of no immortals, and he is one of the people with the highest ranking in contemporary Shaolin, but now in order to protect the Shaolin Temple and save himself, he died in front of his eyes, but Zilong felt extremely guilty.

Thinking of the tragic situation of being shocked and bleeding before he died, Zilong couldn't help but hate the man in white in his heart.

At that moment, Zilong asked, "What about the loss of the Shaolin Temple this time?" What about the loss of the Hetao brothers?"

At this time, the master of no immortals was still in danger, and the Shaolin monks and the brothers of Hetao were the key to rescuing the master of no immortals this time.

That's why Zilong asked about this, wanting to clear the situation as soon as possible so that he could rescue Master Wuxian.

"More than half of the 100 left-behind warrior monks in Shaolin Temple were killed and wounded, even ordinary monks, and more than 100 people were killed or wounded! The Hetao brothers are okay, they are skilled in martial arts, and they know how to form a formation against the enemy, plus when they came, those people were ready to retreat, so except for a dozen or so brothers who were injured, no one was killed!" Wan'er immediately replied, although she had been by Zilong's side since Zilong fell into a coma, she was also extremely concerned about the aftermath.

"How long has it been now?" Zilong heard that the Shaolin Temple had suffered such a heavy loss, and the anger in his heart increased a little, and when he heard that the Hetao brothers had not suffered much loss, Zilong also admired Jiang Yunsong's method of leading the troops, and he really didn't choose the wrong person!

"It's been seven hours! Just now, Senior Brother Zhou You came to ask me, are you awake? They are all six gods and no master now, but Master Kexin is sitting down again, counting on you to go out and give them ideas!" Wan'er said with some pride.

"Hey, I don't want the Shaolin Temple to be the first in the world, but it was attacked by Xiaoxiao and fell to this!" Zilong said with emotion, Shaolin Temple has been established for more than a thousand years, and there are many capable people in the temple, countless masters, and they have a high status in all dynasties.

After the Yuan Dynasty, it slowly developed into the first sect in the world.

If it weren't for the fact that Master Wuxian took away the main force of Shaolin Temple for the sake of the righteous demon war, I am afraid that those black-clothed masked people would not be able to succeed in the sneak attack.

"Okay, my big brother Zilong, now is not the time to sigh, now that the Shaolin Temple has just suffered a catastrophe, and the Immortalless Master and the other righteous paths are still in danger, you should go out as soon as possible and solve these crises!" Wan'er said a little coquettishly.

"Since Wan'er said so, then I'll go out!" Zilong was also happy to see Wan'er return to normal, and immediately prepared to get up.

He had already discovered that before he fell unconscious, the alien true qi left in his body by the man in white had disappeared, and he thought that Tong Xinhai might have helped him eliminate it.

Although the dantian meridians were empty at this moment, and the injuries on his back looked extremely amazing, Zilong's ability to move had not been lost, and he was immediately ready to stand up and walk out.

Although Wan'er wanted Zilong to recuperate quietly, she knew that the responsibility that was now on Zilong's shoulders, and this was also an opportunity for Zilong to atone for her sins and return to the righteous martial arts.

Zilong was originally thinking about how to deal with the current situation at this moment, but suddenly heard what Wan'er said, and immediately couldn't help but be stunned, and said with a little ignorance: "What?

"You ......" Wan'er said, naturally, when she was unconscious, she couldn't open her eyes, but she could hear what Zilong said to herself, and she couldn't help but feel a little anxious when she saw Zilong as she didn't know.

"Eh?" Zilong saw that Wan'er's beautiful big eyes were full of tears for a while, and he immediately reacted, his face turned red, and he nodded and said seriously, "This is naturally true!"

"Can we really get married?" Wan'er asked happily, turning her anger into joy. This is the question she wants to know the most.

"Hmm!" Zilong also nodded happily, took out the letter handed to him by Master Wuxian from his arms, handed it to Wan'er, and said, "This letter was told by your father to give it to you! You take a good look at it, and you will understand! Okay, I'm going out to deal with things, I'll tell you later!"

Wan'er thought that the father Zilong was talking about was King An, so she couldn't help but take Zilong's letter in confusion at the moment, and then nodded and said: "Well, you can go! But you are injured, don't stay too long, Doctor Tong said, you have to recuperate more." ”

"I know, you can see first!" Zilong nodded, then pushed open the door and walked out.