"Sai Zai, you have hit a killing star this time, so please ask the Patriarch for blessings."
Lan Po murmured, remembering the past when she met the master of the ninth level of Xuan Guan again, but that was already sixty years ago.
Although she was already a half-grown girl at that time, it was so long ago that many things were blurred.
The only thing I remember clearly is that the knight was tall and tall, wearing a green shirt and a bamboo hat. He looked like he had stepped out of a martial arts novel.
At that time, in the entire south, no matter whether it was the Thirteen Taibao or the Five Tigers of Guangdong Province, they seemed to be unable to lay a finger on the green-shirted guest.
She also forgot whether the guest in Qingshan's surname was Chen or Li.
She only remembered that since the guest in green shirt left, the entire world had quickly retreated from her world and disappeared, never to return.
Just like the short Spring and Autumn Period in Lingnan, it passed by in the blink of an eye.
In addition to the green shirt, another thing she still remembered was that the man in the green shirt was the ninth level of the entrance!
Some people also say that he has actually touched the three secret treasures, but more masters think that person has not reached that level. After all, according to some elders, people who have unlocked the three secret treasures have a glow on their heads. Generated.
There are different opinions on the characteristics of the three secret treasures. Even the halos on their heads are said to be red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and there are different opinions.
But regarding the ninth level of Xuan Guan, there is a conclusion, that is, the masters who have reached the ninth level of Xuan Guan have already become full of energy and energy, and can circulate and repeat it many times in an instant.
For example, just now, Mo Kongtong's back fist changed the rhythm and trajectory three times in a row, and the strength was proof that he could perfectly control the blood energy.
Although Lan Po has never practiced martial arts, she has never eaten pork and has seen pigs running away. After seeing the ocean, she will never be scared by lakes again.
The realm of the ninth level of Xuan Guan cannot be deceived or hidden.
Lan Po watched the fierce battle with a myriad of thoughts, but to Yin Xiu, everything happened in just a few breaths.
He stood up from the shattered door panel, rubbed his shoulders that were completely numb and almost broken, and let out a sigh of relief.
As long as Mo Kong didn't slap him to death at that moment, Yin Xiu felt that this didn't seem to be a big deal, it was just a slap from him.
When fighting, either you shoot me or I shoot you. There is nothing strange about it.
It's just that Yin Xiu has also noticed that there seems to be an obvious gap between the two, so that this cannot be bridged by hard work or some small tricks.
In this case, the only thing we have to rely on next is our human courage.
Mokong was still speechless and walked forward slowly. Even his walking pace was so shallow at the moment, like an old farmer walking in the countryside, but with a certain sense of oppression.
Mokong had deep pity for Yin Xiu, and only hoped that he could use these fists to send him to the West as soon as possible, so that this evil-doing Taoist priest could reach bliss as soon as possible and avoid a lot of pain.
But now it was obvious that despite Mo Kong's good intentions, Yin Xiu had no intention of being grateful and only wanted to fight him to the death.
If that's the case, don't blame him for using vajra methods!
With a sudden step on his feet, the bluestone beneath Mokong's feet sank into a deep pit. His whole body leaped out, bringing up a series of afterimages. The ferocious beast on his chest seemed to come to life at this moment, turning into teeth and claws, revealing a basin of blood. The beast with a big mouth rushed straight towards Yin Xiu.
Yin Xiu's eyes were full of rage, and flames and smoke surged out from her left hand, like a small sun in the dark night, emitting blazing light.
When Mo Kong started to throw out a palm, Yin Xiu finally took action.
The red scales of his left fist stretched out to block Mo Kong's palm, and suddenly fire splashed out and crackled.
At the same time, Yin Xiu's right fist also reached towards Mokong's throat. When Youlong Jin was activated, his palm seemed to grow out of thin air, growing rapidly.
Mokong's whole body was full of energy, and at the same time he fist bumped with Yin Xiu, in the firelight, he dodged Yin Xiu's right fist, and struck out with lightning speed with his other hand. Not as good as covering your ears.
Youlong Jin is back!
Yin Xiu suddenly retracted his right fist, and at the same time, he quickly turned around and put an elbow towards Mo Kong's temple.
The old ape hangs his seal and looks back!
Mokong had already understood the power of Yin Xiu's strange and freely retractable means before, but he did not expect that at this moment, Yin Xiu could actually regenerate one breath and completely change the direction of the attack.
He immediately leaned back to avoid the elbow attack without hesitation, and the ninth level of Xuan Guan's ability to control blood energy was activated. For the second time, an iron mountain supported Yin Xiu's side.
Yin Xiu retracted his hands, twisted his ankles, took half a step, and changed his footwork and posture for the third time in the electric light and flint, allowing him to rely on the iron mountain that could destroy the mountain with his air force, causing him to miss with one blow.
But Yin Xiu's half step was not to avoid, but to fight back.
Almost as soon as his footsteps fell and the strong wind brought by Ren Mokong barely passed by him, Yin Xiu turned around again and kicked Mokong in the back.
As soon as Mokong missed Yin Xiu, he felt a chill on his back and the terrifying sound of breaking wind.
He had already used the move at this time, and his energy was too much, but he missed the target, so he couldn't help but fall forward.
At this moment, Yin Xiu stepped very close to him, and the energy in Mokong's body began to flow again.
Over and over again, Mo Kong's body shape and steps changed again, and he forcefully twisted away from Yin Xiu's pedaling. At the same time, he turned around and stretched his fists forward to reach Yin Xiu's face.
The third flow of energy is the peak of Mokong's energy. It is also the ultimate explosion and sublimation of a warrior!
At this time, it no longer matters what moves and techniques, and the key points of Tongbei Quan, "cold, crisp, fast and hard", have become no longer important. At this time, only the fist is real! Do whatever you want!
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Mokong rarely shouted loudly and hit Yin Xiu with a ferocious face.
Yin Xiu's kick was now in the air, and the middle door was wide open, so he could only be beaten.
Mokong's eyes met Yin Xiu's eyes at a certain moment. At this moment, he only saw perseverance, bravery, and the courage to not flinch from those eyes!
How is that possible? Is this the look in a person's eyes and the light that should appear when he is about to be killed by his opponent?
Not at all!
Yin Xiu's qi and blood surged, You Long Jin aroused, and her whole body's qi and blood circulated to the extreme for the fourth time!
He twisted his waist and retracted the kicked kick, but it popped out again halfway and hit Mokong under the armpit with three points of force.
This move was not intended to kill Mokong, but it actually slowed down his figure and speed, slowing down his fists attacking Yin Xiu's face.
However, those fists were still running towards Yin Xiu's face. Although they were half a beat slower than before, they were still as fast as lightning.
Yin Xiu naturally knew it, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he turned his hands into claws. Without looking at the pair of fists, he used both hands to slap Mo Kong's temple.
【This guy wants to die with me! ? 】
At this moment, in Mokong's eyes, Yin Xiu was no longer the young promiscuous young man, nor the ignorant scholar who was severely punished by him.
In the eyes of this old monk, Yin Xiu was like a dragon in the form of a dragon, with white lin Qi visible to the naked eye exuding from her whole body!
[We can’t die here with him! ! 】
Mokong separated his fists and changed his trajectory to block Yin Xiu's claws.
But his energy has climbed to the top. Many times, the good scenery is only at the top of the mountain. After the top, the rest is boring.
Mokong's Qi circulated again, but this time the majestic blood and Qi in his body showed signs of drying up. His whole body was like a taut steel wire that suddenly disconnected and lost its connection.
Just when he felt bad, Yin Xiu's claws struck down Mo Kong's temple without hesitation, faster than his fist.
Blood spurts!
Mokong subconsciously took a few steps back, and when he was about to escape, Yin Xiu used her last strength to kick him out. Mo Kong flew out, and Yin Xiu half-knelt on the ground...
This terrifying, unfamiliar and unexpected scene immediately stunned Lan Po and the monks.
This is a result that no one can imagine, and the people here will never dream of it even if they have nightmares a hundred times.
But it did happen at this moment.
In this deathly silence, a few slightly mature and cold voices finally came out among the monks. Although they were just whispers, they seemed particularly clear and loud in the night wind.
Master Mokong, is he dead?
It's unclear, but he's still breathing, so he's probably not dead.
Master Namokong, he lost?
He lost, but no one would know except the monks in the temple.
you mean?
I said nothing.
But you've already planned to do it, haven't you?
Anyway, it is a very simple thing, so there is no harm in giving it a try. A master, but exhausted, and a grandmother, with one foot in the coffin, these two people are the easiest to kill.
Kill them, aren't you afraid that someone will come to take revenge?
If I am not as good as hell, who will go to hell?
After a slight murmur, several monks stood up from the crowd, followed by more people, standing side by side with them.
It is obvious that they are all conveying a message to each other, that is, people must be killed, whether it is to survive or for the reputation of Hongde Temple.
As for the subsequent sins, they will naturally have to bear them together, no one can be left behind.
They took one step forward, then another, gradually approaching Yin Xiu.
Lan Po stood on the Sutra Pavilion. She didn't feel much at this moment. She couldn't say how much despair or helplessness she felt.
To her, death was something that had been predetermined, just waiting for it to happen, and it was imminent.
It was not a big deal whether he died a few days earlier or later, whether he died at the end of his life or suffered a serious illness, fell into the water or burned to death, or died at the hands of these monks.
The only thing that made her feel regretful was that Yin Xiu had to be implicated by herself and die here.
But Lan Po is really powerless to do anything. She has dealt with the dead a lot, and she is tired of seeing the bull-headed horse-faced and seducer people who make people hear legends and stories, let alone just look at them.
But there was nothing she could do against living people, especially hundreds of monks, otherwise she wouldn't have been kidnapped so easily.
"You want to prevent me from leaving peacefully before I die, Mokong, you are such a serious bastard."
When Lan Po sighed, Yin Xiu turned around, waved her hand and smiled.
That look and expression clearly had the word "it doesn't matter" written on his face.
After comforting Lan Po, Yin Xiu turned her head. When she was about to take a look at the monks, her eyes were blocked by a shabby blue monk's robe.
Looking up along the dirty ankle, he saw that A Dian was looking back at him with a silly smile.
"A epilepsy?"
"That's right, it's me. The monk just brought you to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Why don't you recognize the monk so soon?" he asked.
"That's not the case." Yin Xiu shook his head, "I'm asking, what do you want to do?"
Ah Dian grinned, "Obviously, the monk wants to help you block these people and prevent them from killing you and that grandma. You said that your friends are also the monk's friends."
Yin Xiu couldn't help but be a little surprised, "You know how to fight?"
"No."
Ah Dian shook his head, "In this temple, I have only been beaten by others. I have never beaten anyone."
After saying this, he seemed to have finally discovered the problem. After a pause, he asked again: "Yin Xiu, is it too late for you to teach me now?"
Poof!
Yin Xiu couldn't help but laugh, opening his mouth and spitting out a cloud of blood mist.
In Ah Dian's puzzled eyes, Yin Xiu said: "You want to learn? I'll teach you, but not now, you have to wait until later."
Hearing Yin Xiu's words, Ah Dian's face dropped. He thought for a while with a dark face, and then said seriously: "Yin Xiu, I have thought of a way."
"Oh?"
"Wait a minute, I will hold these guys back, whether it's reasoning with them, debating scriptures, punching, kicking, or biting them with my teeth. Anyway, the monk will try his best to hold these guys back so that you and grandma can have a good time. Opportunity to escape.”
Yin Xiu was stunned for a moment, "More than a hundred people? Their relationship with you is not good. If you go against them, will these people let you go?"
Ah Dian shook his head, "No, I'm dead, monk."
Yin Xiu couldn't help but was stunned again, "Ah Dian, are you stupid?"
Ah Dian turned around, his dark face a little unhappy, "Ah Dian is just a lunatic, not a fool."
Then he stopped talking and turned around, using his body to hide Yin Xiu behind him as much as possible. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the approaching monks.
"I know, I know, I didn't say you were stupid, and being a naughty guy is not a bad thing. There are a few lunatic people in this world, so I feel like I'm not normal."
Yin Xiu stood up holding A Dian's shoulders, with a calm smile still on her face.
"It's just that I really don't need you to fight for me this time."
When Ah Dian heard this, he turned around and said, "Yin Xiu, do you have any tricks?"
"The last resort."
Yin Xiu pointed at the sky. Ah Dian looked up and saw a huge and round white jade plate hanging in the sky.
He didn't know what it meant at first, thinking that Yin Xiu was really crazy like him and wanted to look at the moon when he was about to die.
After a while, he realized that today was not fifteen.
"It's stealing the sky to change the day, it's stealing the sky to change the day!" Ah Dian clapped his hands.
As soon as he finished speaking, a continuous sound of bubbles sounded in the solemn square, as if someone had opened a bottle of soda, which was refreshing. (End of chapter)