"The little saint said that the security team is a soldier who protects the peace of one side." Everyone must answer this.

This has become a habit and has penetrated into the soul of their security team.

They are the invincible security team, they are the proud security team.

Now that he heard He Si'an's question, the other eight people immediately answered.

Not only did they answer, they also pulled out the sword in their hands and looked at He Si'an at the same time.

He Si'an raised the sword in his hand high and said in a deep voice: "Now the lama is peeling off the young lady of the Han family under our eyes. You and others say, what should we do?"

"Get into the temple and rescue the little lady." All the patrol members suddenly burst into blood and shouted loudly while waving their swords.

When Wan Hongzhuang heard this, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

I am a Han security team. If I cannot keep the safety of the country, what's the use?

Rumble, rumble, and ten war horses immediately ran up and waved their swords to kill them towards the temple.

The little yellow also ran along with the war horse, shouting horns behind him.

After seeing the gate, the lama was shocked when he saw the security team rushing over from the official road beside him.

Suddenly, a few lamas came out, and one of the strong lamas opened their hands to stop him: "Who is you? This is the Pure Land of Buddhism, and you dare to wield swords and guns here?"

Although He Si'an was anxious, he knew that etiquette must be taught.

"We are the patrol team of the security regiment. The Pure Land of Buddhism? Why is there a scream from the little lady (the little lady) inside?" He held back the war horse and pointed the sword into the wall to question.

The lama turned his eyes, looked at them, and sneered: "That's the master doing the rituals. How could these ordinary people understand?"

"The ritual actually said that killing people is so high-sounding. Let go, otherwise it will delay our rescue, and you will be killed as a rebellion." After saying that, He Si'an pointed at the lama in his hand.

His Husband Knife killed someone in Nanzhao Temple for a short time, and he didn't wipe it at all, and there was no time to wipe it.

Not only are there black blood stains on it, but there is also a strong smell of blood.

Seeing the blood stains on it and the strong smell of blood, the lama couldn't help but take a few steps back.

There was a wooden stick behind the door, and he wanted to take it off and stop it.

But the other party was a treasure sword. Although there was blood on it, it reflected sunlight under the sun.

Faced with this murderous sword, the wooden stick had no effect at all, and hesitated immediately.

His hesitation immediately made the door open, and the security regiment had already led the security regiment patrol to rush over him.

He knew he had made a mistake, so he hurriedly pounded the bell at the gate and shouted desperately: "The security team has come in, monk, monk."

The lama who was doing rituals inside saw the security team rushing over, picked up wooden sticks and even wood, and came out to stop the patrol team members.

He Si'an couldn't help but frown. There were many lamas, at least two hundred.

If they hold weapons, it is unreasonable, after all, they are just holding wooden sticks.

But it is impossible to say that they hold weapons, after all, wooden sticks are not weapons strictly speaking.

What to do? Time is very urgent, and the little lady's voice is getting louder and louder and more miserable.

Thinking of this, he was a little hesitant.

He hesitated, but others did not hesitate, it was the lamas.

An older lama looked at He Si'an and the others while waving the wooden stick in his hand.

Seeing He Si'an hesitating, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, knowing that the other party dared not do anything to them.

While he beat He Si'an's war horse, he shouted: "Stop them, they dare not kill us."

After saying that, he sneered, and swept the wooden stick in his hand towards He Si'an's horse legs.

As long as the horse is broken by his legs, the cavalry will become infantry.

With their number of advantages, they can even win this security team.

Thinking of this, the older lama was even happier and his hands were even harder.

No matter what, with the killing knife in He Si'an's hand, the wooden stick in a lama's hand suddenly broke into two pieces.

"Cut off the wooden sticks from their hands and rush in." He shouted loudly while cutting off the wooden sticks from the lama's hand.

The older lama couldn't help but retreat when he saw half of the wooden stick in his hand and the bloody stains of He Si'an's killing knife.

The security team members behind were overjoyed. These lamas seemed not monks, but were just stopping them.

Rumble, rumbling, rumbling sounds sounded from the temple.

Listening to this sound, there were at least two hundred cavalrymen.

It turned out that these lamas just stopped them and made time for the monks and the others.

He Si'an's face changed. There were more monks and soldiers here than Nanzhao Temple.

On one hand, many monks were stopped, while on the other hand, they were racing against time.

What should he do? Should he try his best to save the young lady without hesitation, or should he find a reinforcement before he talks about it?

This is a very difficult choice, but he has to choose.

He thought anxiously while desperately chopping the wooden stick in the lama's hand.
Chapter completed!