The husband's clapper had already sounded all over the place, and even Hanyunxuan had quieted down. Only the red lanterns hanging from the eaves were swinging slightly. Apart from the sound of the wind, the entire Hengshui City was quiet.

At this time, several fire lights came from afar and gathered on the street outside the Chengdong Inn.

The people holding the torch all had black masks, and they seemed to be very familiar with each other. After a low conversation, three people climbed up to the wall and took advantage of the moonlight that appeared and disappeared, they gently followed the inn wall to a courtyard in the southwest corner.

Soon, the three of them fell into the yard and were about to break the door when a cough suddenly came from the corner.

When he turned around in shock, he saw a figure holding a long stick slowly stepping out from the shadow, and the moonlight was hitting the shining bald head.

"Are you that monk?" The three of them immediately raised the weapons in their hands.

Yuan Xing smiled and said nothing. The long stick in his hand stabbed towards a person's forehead like a poisonous snake spitting a letter. He made a move as fast as lightning. The man fell down without reacting. Almost in an instant, he stepped forward and turned around, and the long stick changed to sweep, and then knocked down another one. Turned around, and the long stick slashed towards the last person's head with the sound of wind.

During one breath, the three of them fell to the ground, and no one in the middle made a sound.

He took out the hemp rope that had been prepared and tied the three of them to a strong position, and then stuffed the mouths of several people with a rag. Only then did Yuanxing breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Awesome." Zhou Mo also came out of the corner at this time, and couldn't help but praise him when he saw the scene in front of him.

"The donor is still looking for a place to hide it. I will go and see the situation." Yuan Xing whispered, and then used the light skills taught by Taoist Master Fang, floating out of the yard like a smoke.

The battle just now gave Yuanxing some confidence. The enemy was easy to deal with, but he did not take it lightly. He almost reached the exterior wall of the inn and stepped up to the roof of the lobby. He tiptoed himself to the back and observed the situation on the street. He was waiting for an opportunity to take action.

What Fang Qiwu said when he left made him very alert. He was trembling this day and didn't even dare to enter the room at night. He and Zhou Mo squatted in a corner of the yard wrapped in quilts, waiting for the enemy to come to the door. As for changing rooms or living places, or even leaving Hengshui directly, it was useless. He was in the openness of the enemy and was not familiar with the place, and there was no relative or friend to take care of him. Who can guarantee that the enemy would not be found in another place?

As for following Fang Qiwu, it is even more undesirable. She left alone, probably because things are difficult and she cannot take into account the safety of her two people. If she insists on following her, it will become a burden.

Perhaps, Master Fang was also entangled with the enemy at this moment. He sighed silently and looked at the moon in the sky. Today's spring rain was intermittent, and dark clouds were still floating in the sky.

After waiting for a while, the opportunity came, and finally a cloud of clouds covered the moon.

Now, he suddenly stood up, and the twenty stones prepared in his hand shot towards the masked man on the street like a flower scattered, but the target was not the human, but the torch in their hands. While shooting out the stones, he soared up and rushed forward.

Amid several crys of pain, the torches on the street were either directly destroyed or fell to the ground and were extinguished by water. In an instant, the entire street fell into darkness and could not see his fingers.

Then there was another sound of breaking through the air, and then there was a tragic roar. Yuan Xing had been a blind man for two years and fought in the dark. His methods and reactions were much better than those of the enemy. His perfect Arhat stick technique was even more extraordinary. He had no opponent in one set, as if he had a help from a god.

When the moonlight poured down again, the injured person was already lying on the ground.

Only then did Yuanxing feel truly at ease when he knocked the last wailing person out. He had just observed that he only saw the people in front of him. Since they had all been cleaned up, it would be safe tonight.

But before he could take a breath, a voice came from behind him, which made him startled and turned around quickly.

"I thought I could just cook the two little fish casually, but I didn't expect to be a little thrust." The person who came was a burly man, and he couldn't see his face clearly in the dim light. Only the big axe on his shoulder shone with a cold light.

"That's not your subordinates useless?" Another slightly feminine voice was heard. Yuan Xing could see clearly that there was a tall and thin figure behind the strong man, dressed in black masks like the people lying on the ground. He could only see the cold eyes clearly under the moonlight.

Yuan Xing stared at these two people vigilantly, and it was hard to mess with them at first sight. How many people did Taoist Master Fang offend? After thinking about it, he was still ready to ask: "I am a monk and others who have just arrived for the first time and have not offended anyone. I don't know why I will work with you to deal with us?"

The strong man raised the axe in his hand: "Everyone who has a connection with the demon path should die."

"You little monk is unlucky." The masked man sneered: "Who told you to go with the witch named Lan? My brothers came one step later. If you can't find her, you can only kill you to vent your anger and vent your anger." He said that, and pulled out the long knife behind him.

It was not to capture them alive to threaten Fang Qiwu, but just because he and Taoist Master Fang were attacked by the other party, without asking the reason, the purpose was to vent his anger.

It was the first time Yuan Xing saw such a person. What was rare is such an unreliable reason. The other party was justified and unscrupulous. He was obviously not a good person.

Too lazy to say more, he brought the stick forward and fought with the two of them. The two men in front of him were almost the same as his strength, and the other party cooperated tacitly, and after a few moves, he could no longer resist it.

You can't be so passive. Yuan Xing changed his mind quickly. After a moment, he had an idea. He suddenly pulled back his stick, jumped onto the house next to the street, and ran towards the center of the city on the tiles.

"Chasing..." The strong man and the masked man didn't think much about it and hurriedly followed.

These three people chased each other and fled, and during this period, they turned around and moved around. The light skills of "Light Water and Flowing Wave" are not only light and beautiful, but also very fast. Although Yuan Xing had just learned it for a while, he had already learned it and could shake the other two away long ago, but he did not speed up, but hung the two people. In order to separate the two people apart while chasing, so that they could defeat them one by one.

However, things in this world are hard to be perfect. An unexpected situation forced Yuan Xing to give up his previous plan and turn around to fight against the other party.

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The center of Hengshui City is still quiet, with only two updaters walking on the street with lanterns in front and behind.

Suddenly, a watchman felt a flash in front of him, and it seemed that a figure flashed past him. He was shocked and thought he had met a ghost and sat down on the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Another updater hurriedly ran up and asked for help.

With a "bang", another burly figure appeared in front of him.

"Who?" the man shouted subconsciously.

"Get out." The burly figure was the strong man chasing Yuanxing. He saw the monk right in front of him and felt that he could catch up in just a few steps. But no matter how hard he tried, he would fall behind him. He was just getting angry. Now someone blocked his way, so he didn't care about anything else. He swung the axe and wanted to kill someone.

But the moment his axe was chopped down, it was pressed by a stick.

"Stupid, bastard." Yuan Xing, who has always been well-educated, couldn't help but scold people. He kept paying attention to the back. Seeing that the strong man was going to kill innocent people, he hurriedly kicked the wall with his toes. He used the force of the countershock to return to the street in an instant, barely blocking the strong man's killing move. After years of practice, he could not have watched someone die in vain.

At this time, he was also angry and fought with the other party and used all his strength. Without any scruples, he actually had a vague intention of killing.

The masked man then caught up and immediately joined the battle group when he saw this scene. The situation of fate was immediately full of dangers.

"Brush" the masked man took advantage of the fact that he was unprepared and slashed the other party's arm with one knife. This knife put a lot of effort. If an ordinary person was slashed on his body so hard, he would bleeding even if he was disabled on the spot. But before he could be happy with his one move, he felt that the steel knife in his hand seemed to be slashing on the steel plate, and he could not cut it down with only a little flesh.

"What a strong horizontal practice." He couldn't help but exclaim.

"Get out" Yuan Xing's arm hurts, and the long stick in his hand instantly changes his moves. He uses the other party's surprise to stab the cute-faced man in the chest. He uses twisting force and beats the other party back several steps with one blow, which makes him breathless for a long time.

But even if he repelled one person, his situation did not improve. He slashed his head with a cold axe. At this time, his strength had been exhausted and he could not escape.

With a crisp "ding", a flying knife shot from a distance, hitting the axe, causing it to deviate a few inches, and narrowly skipping over Yuanxing's body.

"It seems that I will be late in the future." A gentle voice came.

Yuan Xing turned his head and saw a middle-aged young man wearing a scribe robe coming over, and Zhou Mo, dressed as a monk, was blinking at him...
Chapter completed!