I have an altar of luck

"Shh!"

The black sword light cut the person on the left in half from the middle, and his body seemed to suddenly lose his strength and fell to the ground. Chen Yuan took advantage of this, moved his feet lightly, and slashed across, killing another person.

Head separated!

"boom!"

"clang!"

Chen Yuan slammed Yang Xiu's sword with a palm. Although he blocked it in time, he still endured the solid palm, flew out backwards, and fell to the ground with a 'boom'.

The other person lifted the sword horizontally, but the sword body was divided into two halves under the Yanling knife. The powerful force cut off the man's arm directly, and a trace of evil spirit entered the body instantly.

In just a short while, there was only one person left. Seeing that the situation was not good, the two retreated again and again, but Chen Yuan also did not let him go. With a kick of his right foot, a dagger was picked up by this force.

Then it was kicked out abruptly, like a bullet piercing into a person's buttocks.

The chrysanthemum is broken, and the buttocks are full of injuries.

Drops of blood dripped down the broken sword, and the man wailed in pain, lying on the ground with a hideous expression on his face.

In the heavy rain, time seemed to stand still.

Chen Yuan slowly wiped the blade with a corpse in white on the ground.

Yang Xiu supported the ground with one hand, stood up slowly, his eyes were full of inexplicable horror, he looked at Chen Yuan with some horror, some couldn't believe it, the corners of his mouth squirmed,

But in the end, nothing was said.

Three interest time!

It only took three breaths of time from the start of the fight to the end of the battle. The man only took a few knives, and he eliminated half of them like chopping melons and vegetables.

Including him, there are three people left, one seriously injured, one with a broken arm, and one who can hardly move...

The battle can be said to be over.

He now understood why Chen Yuan had a look of contempt before, it turned out that he really didn't take them seriously.

"It was me who was blind and offended Your Excellency."

Yang Xiu lowered his head and said softly.

Holding the knife, Chen Yuan walked towards Yang Xiu slowly, and said as he walked:

"What's the use of talking about it now?"

"Your Excellency, please leave your name, and let Yang be an understanding ghost..." At this point, Yang Xiu basically gave up hope, and he didn't feel a trace of pity in this person's eyes.

Yes, just ruthless indifference...

He only hated himself for being impulsive now, relying on his identity as the Qinglian Sword Sect, he felt that everyone had to bear with him, but he didn't realize that this place was not the boundary of Yunyang Mansion,

The forces of the Qinglian Sword Sect can't reach here at all.

Thinking about the man in black in front of him, if he dared to act alone, he must have some strength.

It's a pity that it's too late to say more now.

The guy in front of him won't give him any chance of surviving, because it would be the same if it were him!

"You'd better be a fool..."

With calm eyes, Chen Yuan slowly raised the knife in his hand.

Yang Xiu closed his eyes and waited for death. He actually still has some strength to resist now, but in front of a warrior who freezes evil, all these are futile...

The cold wind blew a strand of hair on Chen Yuan's cheek, and the long knife in his hand suddenly... threw it!

Not chopping down, but throwing, towards the direction behind.

The reason why he didn't resolve the battle quickly was that he sensed someone nearby and seemed to be walking towards Yang Xiu step by step, but he was actually sensing the movement around him.

And when he raised the knife, the man finally leaked his chance!

At the same time as Chen Yuan threw the Yanling Saber, a dark golden Zen stick also shot out through the air at the same time, and it was thrown towards Chen Yuan with a fierce force, which was extraordinary at a glance.

"boom!"

The dark golden Zen stick collided with the Yanling knife, and there was a muffled sound. Sparks splashed, and both the Yanling knife and the Zen stick collapsed. Chen Yuan stretched out his hand, and the Yanling knife fell into his hand.

With the evil spirit released, Chen Yuan can already use the weapon within a short distance.

But generally you can only retract the weapon, and you can't kill with the sword or the sword.

On top of the ruined temple, a middle-aged monk in gray robes took back his Zen staff and clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha!"

The monk looked at Chen Yuan with extremely serious eyes.

Just from the collision just now, he could sense that the strength of the man in black in front of him might not be inferior to him.

"Monk..."

There was a cold light in Chen Yuan's eyes. After experiencing the previous things, he now has a bad sense of the monk.

"Master Xuanci!"

A glint of hope burst out in Yang Xiu's eyes on the ground.

He played the biggest role in injuring the ever-changing Lord Miao Renfeng before, and even scared Miao Renfeng to flee in a hurry, which shows his strength!

Seeing him, Yang Xiu felt like he had been thirsty for three days in the desert and suddenly saw an oasis.

The color of surprise is indescribable.

"Xuanci..."

Chen Yuan frowned, this 'Xuan' generation, could it be related to Jinshan Temple?

Xuanci, who was dressed in a green monk's robe, jumped up and landed on the ground calmly. Looking at Yang Xiu and the others and the stumped limbs on the ground, there was a look of compassion in his eyes:

"Benefactor Yang, the poor monk is late."

Regarding this, Chen Yuan just sneered disdainfully. When he did it before, he had already sensed that the dead bald donkey had come, but he just couldn't bear it.

Now, he appeared at a critical moment, and he looked like a savior.

But Chen Yuan didn't expose him, since he's here, don't leave!

Coincidentally, some of the interest of Jinshan Temple will be recovered from him first.

"Grandmaster!!!"

Yang Xiu burst into tears of excitement.

"Master save me."

"Also ask the master to help."

The other two begged for mercy.

They didn't speak before because they thought they would die, but now that Master Xuanci came, they saw the hope of being alive again.

In the face of life and death, few people can take it easy.

Xuan Ci nodded solemnly, then turned around and looked at Chen Yuan:

"This donor is a bit too ruthless!"

"Are these people ruthless when they want to kill me? Why... I become ruthless when I fight back? What is the reason for this, or... is it just your Buddhist nonsense!"

Chen Yuan snorted coldly.

Xuan Nu heard that Chen Yuan seemed to be dissatisfied with Buddhism, and said in a low voice:

"They're just after the bad guys."

"Hehe, so what? You can kill people at will?"

"Your Excellency is somewhat dissatisfied with Buddhism?"

"Yes!"

Chen Yuan looked directly at him and nodded.

"Poor monk Xuanci, from Jinshan Temple."

Xuan Ci frowned, and announced his family name.

"Jinshan Temple... is so powerful, you want to stand up for them? Yes, but you have to trade your life. They say Buddhism is merciful, so are you willing to change now?"

Chen Yuan was a little disdainful.

"I just want to save their lives. The Qinglian Sword Sect is a big sect in Yunyang Mansion. They have always been righteous people. Since the poor monk meets them, it is impossible to retreat."

Xuan Ci looked at Chen Yuan flatly.

"After all, we still have to fight, so come on, let me see if your head is as hard as your mouth!" Without talking nonsense, Chen Yuan pointed at Xuan Ci.

A flame-like evil spirit instantly filled the blade.

A powerful aura rose from Chen Yuan's body, with murderous intent in his eyes!

The monk of Jinshan Temple, he wanted to kill him for a long time.

Xuanci frowned, sensing the extremely cold and sinister aura, he suddenly realized in his heart that it was probably the best pure evil aura, and he didn't know how he got it.

Subconsciously touching the wound on his chest, Xuanci knew that if he did it, he would most likely lose.

"Donor wait!"

Xuan Ci hurriedly said.

There was no fluctuation in Chen Yuan's eyes:

"Wait a minute if you say wait a minute, are you the Tathagata Buddha?"

"Fighting, killing and killing will ultimately hurt both sides, so it's better to use another method..." Xuan Ci calmed down.

Why do the monks in Jinshan Temple like to play this kind of tune?

Chen Yuan didn't answer, and continued to walk towards him.

Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't respond, Xuan Ci hastily said:

"Although the strength of the benefactor is strong, it is only at the level of condensing evil like the poor monk. Even if you win, you will still be left with some injuries. It is better to listen to the poor monk."

As he said that, Xuanci's hand holding the Zen staff suddenly shook, and a golden Buddha's light and evil spirit appeared in his palm.

"Ok?"

Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks. From the monk, he did sense a touch of danger, but...it wasn't enough.

Seeing Chen Yuan stop, Xuanci continued:

"The poor monk is 41 years old this year. As long as the benefactor can correctly guess whether the poor monk's toes are even or odd when he is 42 years old, the several benefactors of the Qinglian Sword Sect will be at the mercy of the benefactor."

"At the same time, the poor monk is also willing to cut off his own arm, but if the benefactor's guess is wrong, please be merciful and spare their lives."

Yang Xiu and the others took a deep breath, and looked at Xuan Ci in panic, how could their lives be so trifling?

But at the moment, he didn't dare to speak out to refute.

If they are left alone, there is really no hope.

"I guess... an even number."

The corner of Chen Yuan's mouth curled up. He seemed to have seen this scene in a certain TV series, but how could he follow the above cooperation?

Xuanci smiled, and took off the two shoes, ten toes are an even number!

Looking at the toes, Xuanci narrowed his eyes, this time if he saves a few people from the Qinglian Sword Sect, he will almost be able to get what he wants.

Immediately, his eyes turned cold, he grabbed the Zen stick and slammed it on the big toe of his left foot.

"Boom."

Blood splattered everywhere, bloody and bloody, and nine of ten toes remained. He looked at Chen Yuan and said:

"The benefactor guessed wrong. When the poor monk was 42 years old, his toes were odd!"

Chen Yuan shook his head with his left hand behind his back, and the evil spirit that had been prepared for a long time burst out suddenly.

A ball of evil spirit suddenly hit Monk Xuanci's left foot, Xuanci was startled, but Chen Yuan did not expect Chen Yuan to make a move suddenly, wanting to take a step back.

But it was still a step too late.