"Hehe! People in the world say that the twenty-eight nights in Heshuo are the twenty-eight evil man-eating ghosts. They are really ignorant and ignorant!"
As the sleepless monk spoke, he whirled the cooked copper stick in his hand into the wind, and swept it down diagonally towards the deer. When his strong body was motionless, it was like an iron tower, but when suddenly attacked, it seemed as agile as a tiger or a leopard. In less than half a breath, The copper stick has split the rain curtain and is approaching Tian Deer's left shoulder.
Tian Zhang had just exchanged moves with him and realized that the monk was not cumbersome. When he raised his copper stick, he had already used his light body technique to avoid it. Then he was fighting with the sleepless monk's monks. Although the other six people had the upper hand, they were fighting with a small number. Under the siege of the monks who coordinated their attack and defense, and their avoidance and avoidance, their strength and internal energy were being worn away bit by bit.
Outside the monument, there are several groups of people who are watching eagerly, waiting to reap the benefits. As soon as one of them loses, they will not hesitate to pounce on them, drive away or kill the loser, and then engage in a round-robin battle with the winner.
The "Heshuo Twenty-Nine Souvenirs" are all known to be cunning and ruthless, and among them, the "Suzaku Qisu" is even more insidious and cunning. How could he be willing to fall into the trap first and let others scheme against him?
Tian Zhang was forced to perform several moves in succession, and finally found an opening and shouted sternly: "Form up!"
The remaining six people in the "Suzaku Qisu" were named Tian Fang, Tian Earthworm, Tian Sheep, Tian Deer, Tian Horse, and Tian Snake. They all moved when they heard the sound and retreated back. Each of them bent their right legs and hooked them into a ring; their left legs were The branches are criss-crossed, and the stele is exactly centered in the center. In addition, fourteen iron claws follow the offensive of the monks, constantly hooking, spinning, holding, turning, swinging, and exploring... It is like a seven-petal flower plate. He blocked several waves of fierce attacks from the formation.
The sleepless monk was agitated. The reason why he took the lead was to gain the upper hand:
First, suppress one force to make other forces fearful and deter ordinary rangers; then control the "Rushui Sword Monument". Even if the ancient monument cannot be taken away in the end, you still have a bargaining chip with other forces.
However, at this time, a dozen of them Zhaojue monks besieged the "Suzaku Qisu", but they were still unable to attack it for a long time. This was a huge loss of face, and he couldn't help scratching his head and scratching his head.
Looking at the "Suzaku Qisu" after the formation, the seven right legs have been intertwined into one, and the seven left legs are as stable as Mount Tai, like a huge beast. The most powerful ones are the seven pairs of iron claws, not only fighting on their own , and they can also echo each other. It looks like a group of hands dancing wildly, but in fact it contains hidden rules. Whether it is rubbing clothes, feeling pulses, dividing tendons, intersecting bones, tapping acupoints, and holding breath, they are all very handy and complement each other.
The sleepless monk saw that they had been fighting for a long time without getting any advantage, while the "civilians" who were watching were watching from the sidelines. Thinking of the secret instructions of the palace envoy, he knew that he had done enough today, and immediately ordered the monks to retreat, with a look on his face. Reluctant look:
"Heroes! The poor monk knows that you are bound to get this monument. You have to wait for others to kill both of you before you can reap the benefits. Today, the poor monk knows that he has little virtue and little power, and it is difficult to monopolize the monument, so he is willing to give up his sword and not take it. Join forces with all of you to drive away this barbarian from the north first, lest such a valuable treasure fall into the hands of ambitious people. I wonder which hero is willing to take action first?"
After the sleepless monk said this, all the "civilians" really started to think and weigh things up. Some of the "civilians" had eagerness to try, but most of the "civilians" were still hesitant, wondering whether they should believe the monk's casual words.
The "Suzaku Qisu" waiting in formation knew that something was not going well and wanted to summon reinforcements. However, it was raining heavily at this time. Although the "Sky Thunder" he was wearing was wrapped in oil paper, it could not be ignited in the rain. He could only wait and wait.
When my lord sees the strange phenomenon here, he sends Canglong, White Tiger, and Xuanwu to stay here.
Seeing the suspicion of the "civilians", the sleepless monk knew that they were worried that he would betray his promise, so he hurriedly said: "Although this poor monk is not a good person, he knows the difference between Hu and Han, and the righteousness of his family and country! There are Jizhou rebels in front of us, trying to seize our Sheng Dynasty.
Orthodoxy, there are barbarians in the north who want to seize the sword to strengthen themselves so that they can fight against our imperial court. Originally, the poor monk took the sword to save the Central Plains from the disaster of war. If there is any hero who is willing to take the lead for the righteousness, I will
The monks of the temple should act as leaders..."
"fart!"
Tian Zhang suddenly sneered and said, "Who doesn't know that monks like you are the best at paraphrasing scriptures and making sense, and your tongue is as bright as a lotus flower. You just want to borrow a knife to kill someone, why do you have to say it so grandly?"
But the sleepless monk pointed his sword in the shape of a glaring King Kong: "Hey! How dare a group of remnants of Anshi to waggle their lips and slap their tongues here to confuse people's hearts?! If I ask you to escape alone today, wouldn't it mean that there is no one in our Central Plains!"
Among the "civilians", some finally began to feel moved. No matter what the sleepless monk had in mind, the truth was absolutely correct:
The Han people in the Central Plains suffered from chaos during the Jizhou Rebellion, and they had long hated the Hu people in the North. Now that "Heshuo Twenty-eight Sus" came to seize the sword, it shows that the Hu people in the North and the military envoys of the vassal town are in conflict with each other.
He still has his evil intentions and wants to maintain his self-respect and maintain his position as the "Emperor of the Earth". With such arrogant ambition, how can he give up the "Rushui Sword Monument"?
So among the "civilians" to the east, two people suddenly squeezed out. One was holding an iron spear in his hand, and the other was carrying a long stick that reached the eyebrow level.
The sleepless monk naturally recognized the two of them: one was Qiu Chu'an, the "Heaven-Breaking Spear", and the other was Zhao Sandao, the "Toutuo Crazy Stick". In the early years, they were both well-known chivalrous figures on Duji Road. Now they all follow the boss "
Fang Qidou, who wields "bone-crushing double swords", devoted himself to the army. And every year after mid-autumn, he would often go westward with most of the troops in Luocheng's camp to participate in the "Autumn Defense". He fought many battles with Tibetan soldiers, and he was called a fierce general.
"Heaven-Breaking Spear" Qiu Chu'an cupped his fist at him and said: "Master Wu Mian, you are well! No matter how magical the 'Rushui Sword' is, it is just a piece of iron after all. But if you return to Luocheng and camp in a controlled manner, it can boost your morale.
Those who stand in his way are invincible. Today, the brothers have taken the lead and drove the evil spirits of Heshuo back to the north!"
The sleepless monk had just performed Namaste and was about to speak when he saw a few people walking out from among the people to the west:
Some have red phoenix eyes, splayed eyebrows, broad faces and cheeks, and upon closer inspection, they are Uighurs; some have swarthy complexions, thin bodies, and well-defined ribs, and they actually look like Tubo people; there are even a few who are less than five feet tall and have small auricles.
It's huge and looks like a hozen, but it's a warrior from Japan...
These people spoke crude Chinese and made many gestures, making everyone confused.
However, Qiu Chu'an had already seen what a few people meant and hurriedly translated for everyone: "These people said that they came from Uighur, Tubo, Japan, and Silla, and they all came to pay homage to the divine sword. The 'Rushui Sword' is a gift from the gods.
It should not only belong to one country and one surname, but should be obtained by those who are capable. This great monk discriminates against the people of foreign countries and thinks that only people from China are worthy of this sword, but this is really wrong!"
When these people saw that Qiu Chuan actually stated what they meant exactly, they couldn't help but nodded and gave a thumbs up.
When the Han people around him heard this, some showed disdain, and some smiled. They all thought that these few people were very funny: the people of the Han Dynasty traveled thousands of miles to come to China, and they did not talk about respecting Confucianism, learning etiquette, selling goods, and doing business.
Trying to get your hands on this famous "Water Sword" is like a rat carrying a millstone - overestimating one's own capabilities!
The sleepless monk was scornful in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Amitabha! Such a sacred weapon should be owned by a capable person. Since several foreign heroes intend to fight for it, please use all your strength to take it. The poor monk took it alone. Lest anyone say anything about me.
A prosperous and prosperous dynasty will only use its many to bully the few."
When these people saw the sleepless monk waving his hand, there were a few dazzling stick flowers. They didn't need anyone to interpret them, and they knew that another fight was about to begin. They were not hesitant at the moment, and they all stopped in front of "Suzaku Qisu", and they had already made up their minds.
Take refuge in these notorious northern barbarians.
Several Silla people took out their mallets from their waists. They were more than two feet long, thick at the front and thin at the back. They looked like an anvils and pestles used by women to pound clothes.
However, the Japanese took out various short knives from their arms, some were shaped like daggers, and some were like hatchets, with a fierce expression on their faces.
The Tibetan people took out a few iron sickles for mowing wheat. The heads of the sickles were rusty and turned gray-brown, but the cutting edges were sharply polished.
Only the Uighur people look more like they are, with one long and one short waist, hanging the scabbards of twin swords. The two swords are already in their hands, showing the excitement of killing cattle and sheep...
When Qiu Chu'an saw this, he couldn't help but look at Monk Wu Mian: "Those who are not of my race must have different minds. Master Wu Mian! We Qiu Ba have given up our lives today and will fight with you again! Haha! Don't fall.
The prestige of our Han people has been lost!"
The sleepless monk also laughed: "Good, good! That's exactly what I mean! Hahaha!"
After the two of them laughed, Qiu Chuan looked stern: "Soldiers, listen to the order and kill!"
The word "kill" fell to the ground, and the "Wild Geese Formation" from the east suddenly rushed out. There were a forest of spears, spears, spears, halberds, and swordsmen. They immediately broke through the continuous rain curtain and ran straight towards the "Suzaku Qisu"!
The boots hit the ground, breaking the sound of rain. The cold blades shot to the sky, cutting off the roar of the wind!
Just this majestic voice caused "Suzaku Qisu"'s complexion to change suddenly.
Although they are very good at sneak attacks and assassinations, they also know that no matter how cunning and sinister the Qimen weapons are, no matter how exquisite their fighting skills are, they can't compete with the thousands of troops rushing towards them. Although the soldiers from the camp are rushing towards them in formation, they can't defeat them.
There are only forty or fifty people, but they are all elite soldiers and generals who have come down from the battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. This is definitely not an ordinary group training, comparable to private soldiers.
Tian Zhang immediately shouted: "Suzaku Qisu, withdraw your formation and disperse! The enemy is fierce and cannot be resisted!"
As he spoke, he fled and shouted to the frightened foreign rangers, "Dear friends! I am grateful for your help. However, this camp formation is really dangerous. I hope you can avoid it, dodge it if you can, and don't hit the stone with an egg!
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However, I don’t know whether it was because the Fanbang rangers didn’t understand, or because it was too late for Tian Zhan to shout. Until everyone watched the “Wild Geese Formation” push past and submerge all the Fanbang rangers, no one was seen escaping. The seven Tian Zhans looked pale.
It was painful, and I could only watch helplessly as Qiu Chuan led a group of Qiu Ba to surround the stone monument, but they were unable to stop them.
When Qiu Chu'an made his move, the sleepless monk also ordered the Zhaojue monks to spread out and surround them on the east, south, and west sides to prevent the "Suzaku Qisu" from escaping. He also warned that "no one will be allowed to escape."
, naturally it’s not just talk.
Seeing that they had no way to attack and no way to escape, Tian Zhang couldn't help but said fiercely: "Sleepless monk! Keep a line as a human being, so that we can meet each other in the future! Do you know who is behind me?! You really want to kill all my 'Cang Long Qisu'
Kill him!"
The sleepless monk chuckled: "If you don't fight and are timid, you are worthy of being called 'Heshuo Twenty-Eight Rats'. I think it's almost better to call it 'Heshuo Twenty-eight Rats'! Today you injured several of my junior brothers, so you left their heads alone, okay?"
Let me have a longer memory in my next life!"
"Jie Jie Jie! The monk of Zhaojue Temple is not afraid of the strong wind flashing his tongue... He wants the head of my 'Heshuo Twenty-eight Stars', I wonder if you have the ability..."
Following several bursts of strange laughter, everyone saw a dozen black figures suddenly running into the rain and fog outside the gap in the square wall. They were different in height, fat and thin, but they all had iron claws in their hands, and their faces were covered by black scarves. They looked like "Suzaku"
"Qisu" is obviously a piece of cake.
At this moment, more than ten figures were thrown out from the "Wild Geese Formation" one after another. All of them had bruises on their noses and swollen faces, and were complaining incessantly. It was obvious that they had just been beaten.
Everyone wiped the rain off their faces and took a closer look. They couldn't help but smile: it was the Fanbang ranger who just now had to be interpreted by others.