"Hmph, don't you think we're idiots?" The man with the scar on his face in the Sky Turning Harrier sneered twice, and his gaze stopped on the Confucian for a moment, with a mocking look on his face. Suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed directly at him, and said, "Do you think I didn't see the official seal hanging on his waist? If such a court official is let back like this, where will there be a way for our two brothers to live?"

Hearing them say this, Sui Feng noticed that there was indeed a small red mark hanging on the Confucian student's waist, and if he didn't look closely, he would definitely not be able to find it.

"Sure enough, it's an official seal...... but the red seal is not big, and what this Confucian is wearing is very ordinary, and it is not a precious thing. Thinking about it, the official position he held was not very big, what Suifeng didn't expect was that although the Confucian had a look of horror on his face, he didn't retreat in the face of this sky-turning harrier, took a breath, looked at the monk in front of him, and said suddenly: "The master doesn't have to care about me, if it wasn't for the master's rescue before, he would have been buried in the mouth of the evil wolf." Also escorted all the way down here, today's master unfortunately met a wicked person on the road, how can Du have a reason to steal his life! On the contrary, it is the master's strong skills, if it is for Du to make a mistake, it is not worth it. ”

The monk glanced at him, smiled indifferently, and said calmly: "The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell." In the past, there was a Buddha who cut meat to feed the eagle, and back then, even a beast could get the Buddha's love. What's more, the benefactor is the palace of the imperial court that dominates the stability of the people, how can I, as a disciple of Buddhism, have the reason to see death and not save it? Even if I die, it is also an opportunity for a poor monk. Since you can't bear to send the poor monk to death in vain, it is the right way to leave quickly. ”

"Do you really think you two will be able to escape?" snorted the man with the scar. Look at them as if they were dead.

"Big brother, what do you have to do with them, just kill them all. The treasure on this monk is very rare, and after doing this vote, we can stop for a long time. The slightly taller man next to him said.

"It's okay, it's been delayed for so long, it's time to do it. The scarred man's face became more and more hideous, and as soon as the words fell, the arms of the two of them shook, and they heard a series of blades breaking through the air. The two of them flew up and down with two sharp knives in both hands. Brilliant golden sword light shone through the trees. It's like two poisonous snakes ready to attack, ready to strike at any time.

"Get out of the way!" the monk murmured, his robe spread. An invisible strong wind blew out, and the Confucian could not help himself at all. was directly shocked and took a few steps back. barely stood firm.

"Master. You ......" Confucius looked at the apricot yellow back in front of him, and only felt that this back was a little taller than before.

When Confucius spoke, the two of them were not idle. Qi danced the sharp knife in his hand, and the shining golden sword light was connected together, like a curtain, and shrouded the monk's head. However, in an instant, most of the monk's body fell into the coverage of the sword light.

The monk didn't bother to respond to Confucianism's words, chanted a Buddha horn, folded his hands, and took half a step back. Dodging the two vertical slashes, his brows twitched, and a solemn voice spilled out. Rao is the strength of the two harriers is only a step lower than him, but he can't help but pause in front of this prestige.

Taking advantage of their meal, they listened to the monk's voice in a loud voice: "God has the virtue of a good life, and the poor monk has been persuading the two with good words adhering to the will of the Buddha. However, the benefactor could not listen to the bitter words of the poor monks, so he had to do this perverse act. If the two of them still don't want to repent, although the poor monk is a disciple of Buddhism, he will also have to perform some demon subjugation methods!"

The monk's words seem ordinary but they are not ordinary, which contains Buddhist rhyme, and there is a bit of Buddhism's lion's roar. People with low strength are easily affected by the Buddha rhyme. It was the two harriers whose strength turned upside down, and when they heard these words, they couldn't help but be shaken in their hearts, and they had a sense of worship to the monk in front of them.

"The lion roars of the Buddha Gate?" the man with the scar on his face snorted coldly, and suddenly all the Buddha sounds around him dispersed, as if all the Buddhas in the sky had disappeared in one day.

The monk's face froze, and he turned a little iron-blue. Secretly there is something wrong, the strength of the two of them seems to be higher than he thought. Sui Feng couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he saw it on the side, but after thinking about it, he was relieved again. These two people must have been born and died many times, and their hearts have long been extremely resolute, and they have withstood the baptism of the Buddha's voice.

"Monk, if you want to fight, where did you get so much nonsense!" With a cold snort, the sword light that the two of them paused shone again, turning into two golden sword lights, and slashed down towards the monk!

The two crisp resonant sounds of "Dangdang" were extremely thick in the ears of Confucian scholars, like bells. My feet went limp, and I took a few steps back to get better.

A thick golden light rose from the palms of the monk's two hands, as if they were wearing golden armor, and slammed straight on the backs of the two sharp knives that came on. Although he avoided the sharp knife rays, the sharp knife qi that echoed around him still cut through the monk's thin clothes.

The monk's apricot yellow robe was originally a little ragged, but he was only able to wear it by fixing it with a knot. After these two sharp knives, it completely loosened, like a few strips of tattered cloth, hanging on his body.

And he is worthy of being a monk, and he is not an accident at all, and his robe was cut by a sharp knife, and he only pulled it slightly. Then, with another flip of his palm, he headed for the two thieves.

The two fleshy palms seem to be beaten with iron, and from time to time you can hear the whistling sound of their palms breaking through the air.

The sky-turning harrier missed a knife and quickly retracted his strength to change his moves. The two brilliant golden swords turned in one direction and slashed diagonally towards the monk again! The two golden rays of light were dazzling, like the light that lit up out of thin air in the forest. Although these two people are slightly inferior to monks, they are also thieves above the innate realm. is famous in the world, even if Sui Feng has heard of his name before, it can be compared with Liang Thief'er.

Although Suifeng was not on the spot, he saw the situation more clearly than everyone else. The two Harrier brothers have a very tacit understanding. These two slashes seem to be the same as each other, and on the surface, the monk only needs to use the same method to deflect the blade to break the siege.

However, Sui Feng knew that there was still a slight deviation in the timing of these two paths, one of which was a feint attack, blocking all the monks' retreats. And the other one contains killing intent, which is the real killing move. If this monk doesn't know what to do and wants to resist just now, a feint attack will directly turn into entanglement, and another killing move will be directly cut down, at least it will be a situation of serious injury.

Sui Feng's left hand pinched a finger print, and when the monk was a little weak, he immediately came to the rescue.

However, the monk's reaction was beyond Sui Feng's expectations, he didn't pay any attention to the feint attack, but turned sideways slightly, avoiding the vital point. Then, with a flash of golden light, his two palms shot out like lightning!

There was another crisp sound, and Scarface only felt that the blade in his hand suddenly sank, and he couldn't move a bit. When he opened his eyes and looked ahead, the monk's hands had appeared under the blade at some point, and his hands were folded, forcing the long knife to stop.

At the same time, the feint attack did not stop at all, and slashed at the monk's shoulder.

The monk snorted, and the knife didn't even cut it down.

"What a golden bell jar!" the man praised and shouted, and the sword light in his hand burst out, squeezing the blade into the monk's shoulder!

Soon, his shoulders were soaked with a red color. The monk gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain. Turning his head to the Confucian Sheng behind him, who was already stunned, he shouted: "Donor, run away quickly, do you have to see the poor monk die here?!"

The monk's words were already resolute, his head turned, and the wind finally saw his face.

It's him!(To be continued......)

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