On the road to escape at night, when the dim light of the torch reflected the expression of the monk Zhasu, the members of the Sun and Moon Gods who were beside Deng Yuanjue also began to disperse and surrounded him, vaguely trapping the other party.

The toes twisted on the ground, and a layer of soil was accumulated to cover the steps. Niu Yi knew that the person, the Tathagata of Baoguang, Deng Yuanjue, was surrounded and killed at this time. Judging from the other party’s meaning, it would be meaningless to say more.

The foot that was trapped in the soil kicked up suddenly and rushed forward in a desperate manner. On the other side, the heavy Zen staff started to move in the air. Niu Yi, who was originally rushing forward, suddenly kicked the ground again, and his whole body rushed into the air, and his arms raised in the air slashed again.

In the black, the two sides had a confrontation of force, and Deng Yuanjue's soil under his feet was directly cracked like a spider web. The moment when the golden songs attacked, the burning torches around him shook like light and dark, and Mars splashed, and both sides formed a force.

The weapons were against each other. After a moment, the Zen stick pressing on the knife in his sight was like a huge force that forced him to gradually start to retreat. Every step would sink into the soil. Immediately, Niu Yi gritted his teeth, pushed his arms with all his strength, and rushed to the side. The Zen stick had no resistance and hit the ground with a bang.

Step on

Deng Yuanjue approached the rolling figure, and another stick was made. On the other side, Niu Yi half-squatted and before he could get up, he saw the iron Zen stick sweeping across and hurriedly raised his knife to block it.

The blade was extremely bent and sunk towards the person's chest. Time slowed down and you could see the moment when the curved and raised contact with Niu Yi's chest. The huge force directly twisted the collar out of a whirlpool and then tore it apart. When the entire blade was pressed on, he was beaten up from the ground and smashed into the forest not far away. One or two trees were shaking.

On the other side, Deng Yuanjue walked into the woods with a Zen stick expressionless face. Under the tree in his sight, Niu Yi was lying on the ground. Guan Dao had fallen to nowhere, and his body was covered with soil and fallen leaves, and he was in a mess.

"You can't go back... The Qinghe Gang will disappear tonight." He walked into the woods and stepped on the fallen leaves. His voice was slowly and powerful.

Then, his steps stopped in front of the other side.

The torch followed the church members into the woods. When Niu Yi raised his head, the fallen leaves on the ground were already covered with blood, and his hair was messyly pressed on his face. He wanted to move, but sat down on the ground.

"Yes...a..." He tried hard to hold on, obviously his body could no longer control himself and could not stand up. "Can you... not kill me... I know the place where that old guy is... is very secret... that outsiders can't find..."

The trembling body, the desire to survive reached its peak in my eyes. The torch burned quietly in the night, and the figure was walking with the fire, illuminating the figure who was eager to survive. The monk who approached me raised his face and glanced at the other party.

"…. That place is in Dongting Lake.... It is quite big. It is really not easy to find a hidden place, but the place is always dead. If you really want to find it, it is not impossible to find it. I am just curious about how such people in Jiangnan have been hiding for so long."

"It's just a remnant of the Zhou Dynasty, and only an old eunuch..." Niu Yi leaned against the tree body, covered his chest and said weakly, then laughed twice with self-deprecating words, "Haha... I was raised by that eunuch, Monk Deng... His adopted sons have many... He died without any loss at all. I can take you to find him while I am alive."

He clamped his fists hard with his hands covering his chest and stretched his neck: "How is it? This deal is still a good deal."

"Haha...haha..." In the dim light, tall shadows walked around and covered Niu Yi's head, laughing, "I, Deng Yuanjue, have seen enough."

As the words fell, his arms moved.

"Deng Yuanjue"

Seeing his movements, Niu Yi shouted shrillly, trying to get up and run away. The heavy Zen stick was knocked down, and a stream of blood burst into the dim sight. The corpse fell to the ground with a bang.

"Let's go!" Put away the Zen stick, Deng Yuanjue shook the monk's robe, turned around and led the team away.

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In the market southeast of Shuixi County, the sound of fighting broke through the night sky, and controlled the figures of several puppets to protect the injured woman on the ground in the chaos. Even though her martial arts were powerful, she could not resist the crowds that were rushing like tides around her. She had already suffered several injuries at this time.

"Go away, don't worry about me." Luan Hongyi got up from the ground, her delicate body trembling. Seeing Zhao Mingtuo constantly using puppets to block the opponent's attack around her, she was a little lost.

"Go together!"

A child puppet was taken back, Zhao Mingtuo turned around and glared at the burly figure there with his eyes fiercely, "Zheng Biao, long time no see..."

In the dust filled with dust, his burly body walked out, and a heavy hammer was carried on his shoulders. His eyes under the Yin-Yang Fish showed fierceness, "... It's been a long time since we met, and I'm afraid we won't have the chance to meet again in the future."

The fire sways and the dust settles.

Zhao Mingtuo held the woman with one hand, looking at the figure standing at a distance of one meter in a mess. Some memories were opened here at this time, and the sound rang out from his mouth.

"When I knew you had killed your master, I went to find you... I didn't expect you had surrendered to the court... I was willing to be a lackey." His voice was not loud, but at this moment it was a little harsh, and the light shone on his face, a hint of mocking expression appeared.

Mingjiao...

…The old man who smashed him to death with his own hands… Master.

Bao Daoyi…

Zheng Biao took a deep breath, and the hammer slowly picked it up from his shoulder and held it in his hand. With the replay of bad memories, he walked towards the two of them, and swung the hammer out.

The roaring sound exploded!

"none of your business!!!!"

The light of the torch was blown out with all the strength in the chaos of the market. Zhao Mingtuo hooked his fingers, and a figure retracted from him, jumped up, and rushed towards the man and stabbed it out of a sharp knife.

Contact is just a moment.

The entire puppet exploded in the air, and the sleeves and fine pieces of hardwood were broken in the night sky, flying in scattered. The next moment, Zhao Mingtuo took this opportunity to control another puppet and attacked the surroundings. He hugged Luan Hongyi and broke through to the other side.

After several consecutive sounds, the puppet exploded in the air. Zheng Biao stepped over the broken puppet and rushed towards the other party's escaped back like an angry tide. At this moment, Zhao Mingtuo and the others who had not yet rushed out of the market, a sword light gathered in their sight to open a straight line.

With a loud bang, the moment the short sword in the cuff collided with the other party, the man pulled out of the battle group and stood opposite them. A long sword that was cold was slanted at his feet, on the hideous armor, and an iron ghost face on his face.

"...Let's stay." Yang Zhi raised his chin slightly.

….

Suddenly, Luan Hongyi broke free from the man protecting her, looked at the pursuers surrounding her, subconsciously shook her head, and suddenly knelt down.

Zhao Mingtuo's body stiffened and looked at the kneeling figure, "…..what are you doing?"

"We can't escape..." The woman shook her head: "... The figure who snatched the body of Damo before was actually the adoptive father. I remember his figure... I read that right, there is no need for us to die meaninglessly. He just used our so-called children as chess pieces... and left what is useful, and what is useless, just like Huang Lan, was thrown away... After so many years, don't you understand..."

Luan Hongyi was a little excited when she said this. She looked at the ghost-faced man holding the knife, "…. Hongyi doesn't ask for her to survive, but I hope you can let him go..."

"Don't say this..." Looking at the woman kneeling on the ground begging for him, Zhao Mingtuo's eyes turned red, his clenched fists suddenly loosened, his knees softened, and he also knelt down. This made Zheng Biao's expression in the back a little complicated. He looked at the roof, and a figure nodded on it.
Chapter completed!