The torches flickered and the wind lanterns flickered.
Outside the woodshed in the backyard of Tan's old house in Ningrenfang, the firelight that came after hearing the news illuminated it as brightly as day.
A group of men with black scarves covering their faces, black clothes and black robes, have joined hands with the Zoroastrian Lily Guards and Shuang Ge Guards. The spears and sticks roared in the wind, the swords brought arcs of light, and there was a "crack bang clank" sound that lasted no time.
There were several screams of pain, which made people tremble with fear.
The servants and maids of the Qin Mansion were all holding torches and lanterns, and were surrounding them from a distance. Seeing this group of night criminals, the black-clothed and masked men were fierce and skilled in martial arts. Lily Hu Ji and the Shuang Gewei men soon
After showing his decline, he could no longer stop the momentum of the masked man in black, and he couldn't help but sweat.
Those who were a little smarter had handed over their torches and lanterns and ran to the front yard to urge the owner. Or they ran to the east and west guest rooms and knocked on the doors one by one to report the enemy's situation.
In just a few breaths, this sudden disturbance has already caused the entire Qin family to boil. Knowing the unusual movements outside the woodshed, the Zoroastrian guardians and missionaries naturally understood that these invading enemies must be targeting the wonderful things imprisoned inside.
When the nuns arrived, they all acted bravely. Everyone rushed to the woodshed with their weapons in hand...
The speed with which the Zoroastrian believers rushed to help and the number of powerful men obviously exceeded the expectations of this group of black-clothed and masked men. So, when they suddenly arrived about two feet outside the woodshed, they could no longer advance, and the fight between the two parties began to change.
Gotta stick.
Waiting for Tianji Protector, Cui Mansion Patriarch Qin Xiangchu and Shuangyue Protector Li Xiaoman rushed to the backyard woodshed and found that acting leader Wang Bing, Yaori Protector Zhang Songyue and several missionaries had arrived first.
As the leader of a sect, Wang Bing should not put himself in danger, so he was guarded by seven or eight hidden dragon guards. He looked at the fighting people with a gloomy face. However, after the death of the former Chishui protector, these people held short-handled crescent moons.
The Qianjiao Guard was temporarily under the control of the holy aunt Liu Xiaomu. After Liu Xiaomu left the religion, the miracle doctor Wang Bing took charge of Zoroastrianism, so he took over the Qianjiao Guard and guarded it.
Zhang Songyue is a martial arts fanatic and has no reason to be timid in battle. At this time, he was wielding the "Golden Crow Double Dagger" and beat a masked man in black to retreat. This man was holding a cooked copper stick, chopping, covering, and uncovering.
During the fight, the force was strong and heavy, and the cold wind was blowing!
However, they were at a disadvantage against the Golden Crow Double Daggers. However, they saw a cloud of sparks flying under the night sky. When they took a peek, they saw that the indestructible cooked copper rod had been cut with several eye-catching scratches. I didn't know it.
What kind of thing are those "Golden Crow Double Daggers" made of? Not only can they withstand copper rods, but their resistance to shock is also amazing. However, after more than twenty moves, he was shocked to the point of numbness in his mouth. In addition to trying to support himself, no one else could
There is no other way.
After Zhang Songyue attacked several times in a row, he got a glimpse of the man's base. Suddenly his right hand suddenly grew longer, turned into a thorn, and landed on the man's right temple, leaving a shallow blood mark on his face.
The black scarf immediately fell off, revealing a familiar face.
"Qiu Bu Mian! It is indeed you!"
Zhang Songyue sneered and said, "How many of my brothers in the sect were killed by being a dog to that traitor Wang Jin last time? How dare you come to touch grandpa today?! If I don't keep you, how can I be worthy of those dead brothers in the sect?"
"
Seeing that his identity was revealed, the sleepless monk simply tore off the black scarf and said with ridicule: "The majestic Zhang Wuhou! He actually gave up his official career, willingly degenerated and became the leader of the Huren Demon Cult... Hum! I don't know.
When I arrived at the foot of the spring today, how could I see your ancestors of the Zhang family?"
"Oh? Are you so sure that you can take my life today?" Zhang Songyue's pupils narrowed slightly, and he drew out both daggers, his voice already filled with murderous intent.
The sleepless monk withdrew and retreated ten feet away. He said without losing his momentum: "I can't do that, poor monk. But if my uncle wants to kill you, it's more than enough!"
Zhang Songyue turned around and saw a strong, masked man in black, carrying a horizontal knife with many gaps in the handle, charging towards him with a ferocious smile: "Shuzi! You can't do this just to show off the sharpness of the weapon."
Arrogant? This poor monk will save you today!"
While he was talking, the broken horizontal sword had been slashed down on the head without making any sound. Zhang Songyue knew that he was powerful and did not dare to underestimate the enemy. He immediately used his arms and crossed his blades to attack him head-on.
"squeak--"
A tooth-piercing sharp sound came from between the two daggers and went straight into the ear points, causing Zhang Songyue's heart to itch.
The two daggers in his hands were almost lost, and he quickly turned sideways to avoid it. Immediately, he saw the horizontal knife grazing the tip of his nose, passing by quickly, leaving a gap in the front. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he would have been disemboweled.
"Respect the tyrannical Shimen Gangqi! I guess he must be a nobody?!"
Zhang Songyue encountered a strong enemy for the first time, his face was solemn, he could barely avoid the sword in the hands of this strong man, and he immediately asked.
Unexpectedly, this man smiled arrogantly and ignored him. A common and somewhat damaged horizontal knife was like a magic weapon in his hand. He missed the first strike, then wiped it, and then swung it up diagonally.
Take Zhang Songyue's throat.
Zhang Songyue's expression changed slightly: The attack of the knife was clearly visible, but it was so fast that there was no way to stop it! This man was dressed in black robes, as if he blended into the night, and there was no sign of movement or movement, just like flowing clouds and flowing water, which made people think of being on guard.
It was already much too late.
In a hurry, Zhang Songyue raised the dagger almost instinctively and held it in front of his neck, but was still hit by the horizontal knife. The tip of the knife scratched the outside of his cheek, bringing up a string of dark red blood drops. Fortunately, it did not penetrate deep into the flesh, and it also
The jawbone was not injured.
Zhang Songyue quickly turned around and turned back several times to avoid the combo of moves that this man might be chasing. Only then did he see two short swords stabbed in diagonally, locking the hook of the horizontal sword halfway. And the man holding the sword,
It is none other than Tianji Dharma Protector Qin Xiangchu.
At this moment, the leader Wang Bing suddenly said coldly: "Sure enough, it has caused harm to the legacy of thousands of years! Old thief Yuan Xiu, you are not dead yet?!"
Monk Yuan Xiu paused when he heard the words, then he turned and shook his sword, and then swung the two short swords away. Then he pulled off his turban and pulled off his head, revealing his bare head: "Hahahaha! Wang Bing, you are not dead.
How could a poor monk die before you?! I didn’t expect that you are also a member of the Demon Cult! Since we are here tonight, I will simply take care of you as well.”
Zhang Songyue and Qin Xiangchu looked at each other, and immediately carried their weapons and attacked each other, and immediately stopped Monk Yuanxiu. The three of them each succeeded in their attack, and in an instant they were fighting together.
But when Xiaoman rushed to the woodshed, he saw that Lily Guard was injured one after another under the strong resistance, and his face was covered with frost. Two pairs of "Double Dragon Sticks" with iron-covered stick heads were already in his hands, and he stepped lightly on the lotus petals of his feet.
In order to avoid it, he aimed at a masked man in black who was attacking fiercely, and swung it down.
Hearing the sound of the wind behind him, the man turned around decisively to defend himself. However, a fleshy palm that looked like a cattail fan was trying to push towards Xiaoman's chest.
Xiaoman was startled and angry, and he made a few turns with the double dragon stick in his right hand, then retreated in front of him, and hit the back of the man's hand with a critical blow. However, this man was accustomed to using palm skills, but he didn't panic, and the palm of his hand suddenly turned and changed.
Using his palm as a hook, he immediately removed the force from the half of the Double Dragon Stick. Then he used his strength to pull Xiao Man to stagger, almost sending his head in front of this person.
At the moment when the battle failed, the scene of Yang Chaoxi and Abbot Huiding's fists facing each other on that day at Chonghua Temple came to mind. As if he was blessed, Xiaoman swept across the man with his stick again, forcing the man to attack.
Kai: "The 'Thousand Buddha Palms' of Chonghua Temple? Are you the monk Huicong?!"
This person simply pulled off his scarf and said with a smile: "Young lady, you have good eyesight! Since you know that the poor monk's palm skills are powerful, why not follow the poor monk back to the temple and form a good relationship? Hehehehe!"
"dream!"
When Xiao Man heard this, how could he not see the deep salivation in the narrow eyes of the monk Hui Cong? When he heard a coquettish scolding, the double dragon stick in his hand instantly turned into two afterimages, like grinding wheels.
Throw it at Huicong Monk.
Monk Huicong was naturally not timid. Gang Qi flowed in his Dantian and poured into his arms along his meridians. A pair of tawny fleshy palms soon turned into dark red, resembling dying charcoal fire. He saw the shadow of a stick slashing across his body.
Then, take it directly from the auricle and just grab it!
"Crack!" The half of the Double Dragon Stick was crushed by Monk Huicong with his bare hands, and the broken wood flew everywhere.
Xiao Man's heart was shocked, and he threw the broken double dragon stick smoothly. Then he ducked and avoided Monk Huicong's iron hand. The other double dragon stick suddenly turned around and hit his left knee.
.But then there was a crisp "bang" sound, and the double dragon stick suddenly hit the rock, and instantly broke into two pieces.
Monk Huicong raised his head and laughed: "Young lady is a foreign girl after all. She only knows about the 'Thousand Buddha Palms' of Chonghua Temple, but she doesn't know that the Buddhist sect also has a horizontal kung fu called 'Copper Skin and Iron Bone'.
It’s not unjust if I fall into the hands of a poor monk today... Tsk! What a pity for such a good person!"
While he was talking, he grabbed Xiaoman by the belt behind his back, lifted him upside down, and was about to throw him against the brick wall beside him.
When the leader Wang Bing and others saw it, they were all shocked and wanted to lend a helping hand, but they were unable to do so!
Seeing that this was the end of his brain bursting, everyone saw a gray shadow suddenly arrive, followed by several muffled "puff, puff, puff" sounds. As if he was possessed by an evil spirit, Monk Hui Cong's whole body stiffened suddenly, and he stood upright.
He fell down and kicked up dust all over the ground.
Xiaoman also felt that the strength in his waist suddenly receded. Although his body was still flying towards the brick wall lightly, he twisted enough to push his feet on the brick wall and perform an "Eagle Flip". Then his skirt danced,
He turned his waist and landed firmly on the ground. He kept patting his chest, feeling terrified in his heart.
At this time, everyone heard a voice, which slowly sounded from the moon gate in the south:
"A group of monks did not recite sutras properly, and accompanied nuns to break into private houses in the middle of the night, and even hurt people... This world is really getting more and more turbulent! Zen masters and masters, are these sneaky behaviors taught to you by the Lord?!
"
When a group of masked men in black heard this, they all turned their gazes here, some were ashamed, some were angry, some were disdainful, and some were resentful.
The Zoroastrian people also followed the message, and saw Liu Carpenter, who had just recovered from a serious illness, wearing a robe in a haphazard manner, leaning against the moon gate and panting. It seemed that the attack just now had consumed a lot of his energy.
And there were seven or eight dark square nails sandwiched between those waxy fingers.