Poor Monk

When the voice falls, the people have risen!

At this time, the inn was almost completely covered by flames, and there was no one around when the two sides were fighting, as if it was completely silent and empty.

Shen Du held the sword and flew down, like a demon descended into the world.

From this appearance, there is no sign of being infested by the Hundred Tongue Poison!

Dongfang Ji realized that something was wrong when he heard his self-care words, so he jumped up instantly, and at the same time put the silver hook in front of his body with his left hand!

"when!"

There seemed to be a few flames splashing in the rain curtain!It was the tip of Shen Du's Snow Deer Sword that pierced into the blade of the silver hook and sank!

"Bang bang bang!"

Riding the wind from a high place, coming down with momentum, the force of the blow made Dongfang Ji retreat three steps!Every step leaves deep footprints on the muddy ground!

He looked up again in amazement, and met Shen Du's slightly blood-red eyes!

Enchanted!

Let's kill together, never let go!

The smile on Shen Du's lips came so carelessly, and so viciously, under the crazily urging of Liuhe Shenjue, all the pain was stripped from the body, and the movements of forcing the killing, instead, there was an extra feeling similar to that at this moment. The atmosphere is not in line with the calm.

Even if they were looking for someone who was most familiar with him in the past, they couldn't believe that Shen Du in the past would turn into what he is now.

If the current him is the former him, how can there be that disaster on the demon way?

It's a pity that old things cannot be changed.

The sword has always been just a weapon, but Shen Du's current state has reached the state where his fingers, fists and claws can be used as weapons, so it is not only Shen Du's sword that attacks, but also other parts of his body.

Three or two strokes have pushed Dongfang Ji into a desperate situation.

The sinister coldness on the sword edge came out along with the swaying sword energy, and climbed up the opponent's arm and meridian, which quickly made Dongfang Ji's face turn pale.

Liuhe Divine Art!

Liuhe Divine Art!

It's all this damn God of Heaven and Earth!

Dongfang Ji couldn't figure it out, where did Shen Du, who seemed cowardly and easy to bully, learn this kind of kung fu? If he had mastered it early, how could he have allowed him to bully him for many years!

It's just that this is not the time to think.

At this moment, a careless distraction may cause him to lose his life!

All he can do is give it a go!

Although Shen Du has learned the Liuhe Divine Art, this technique is taboo in the Demon Dao, and all the previous masters of the Demon Dao have practiced the most authentic Heavenly Demon Good Fortune Kung Fu!

And he was taught this skill by the old Taoist master!

Fighting the danger of being cut off by Shen Du's sword, Dongfang Halberd forcibly held up the silver hook with both hands and blocked Shen Du's blow with all his strength. The huge counterattack forced the opponent to withdraw his sword and turn around!

This moment is his chance!

God made good fortune!

This technique seems to have anticipated the predicament that their demon masters always expected, and it has a special way to counterattack, but it needs to reverse the force flowing in the meridians around one's body as a guide, at the cost of damage to one's skills , so it cannot be released unless it is absolutely necessary.

But right now I can't care less!

Under the light of the fire, Dongfang Ji's face suddenly became grim, and he screamed in pain in the rain!

Stretching blood vessels protrude between the necks.

Unspeakable pain appeared on his face, but the madness in his eyes began to burn!

"Zheng-"

Shen Du turned around and swung his sword backwards as if holding the Tianhe River, and stabbed at him, but the moment the sword reached, he suddenly lost his target!

The Dongfang Halberd turned into a thick black shadow, escaping into the darkness!

"Swipe Lala..."

The midnight rain gradually became heavier.

The fighting in the burning inn behind him had gradually stopped, but there was a faint sound of horseshoes in the distance, as if many people had arrived.

Standing in the rain with his sword in hand, Shen Du looked towards the dark shadows on the other three sides, but there was no sound except the sound of rain and shouts of killing.

But he knew that the Eastern Halberd was still there.

He took advantage of the hidden ability of the Heavenly Demon Good Fortune Kung Fu, which is almost like a soul-burning blow, to hide in a certain place in the dark, waiting for the opportunity to take his life!

"Tattoo..."

The sound of hooves came closer.

After all, there are more people in the Yaomo Dao, and they also need to be elite. At this moment, they have slaughtered all the troops of the Tianshui League.

Someone saw the person coming from afar.

At that moment, he shouted: "Someone from the righteous way is here!"

"Quick, go to the front!"

"Demonic demons are still going to die quickly!"

……

The shouts came up one after another, and there was also a voice that was a few years old but still full of anger, which sounded familiar.

The moment the voice sounded, Shen Du turned his head in the direction of the voice, as if he was a little surprised and distracted.

So this is the moment!

A faint silver light rushed out from the fire behind him, turned into a galloping electric light, and hit Shen Du's back heart!

"Pfft!"

The sharp silver hook instantly penetrates into the human body!

Blood with a fishy smell gushed out in response, dyeing the silver light on the silver hook red, and also dyed the rainwater dripping on the ground red.

The reappearing Dongfang Halberd was attached to Shen Du's back like a necrosis attached to the bone. At the moment when the sneak attack succeeded, an unbelievable ecstasy surged in my heart.

Then he grinned grimly.

With a movement of his wrist, he wanted to pull away the silver hook that pierced through the back of Shen Du's heart, so as to give him another fatal blow!

But he didn't expect that he pulled it hard, but he couldn't pull the silver hook away!

The curved and sharp hook body seemed to be stuck by something hard, and it seemed to be held tightly by some stronger force!

The intuition he had cultivated in the life-and-death crisis for many years made Dongfang Ji instantly realize that something was wrong.

But at this moment, Shen Du, who had his back turned to him, said something that disturbed his mind at this moment: "I guess, Gu Zhao must have told you that he is coming, right?"

"what……"

Almost subconsciously, Dongfang Ji blurted out a surprised voice.

It's just that before he figured out the huge and astonishing secret hidden in the word "also" of Shen Du, an icy coldness has penetrated from the front of him to the back of him.

Dongfang Ji felt a little dazed.

He lowered his head, only to see the azure blue blade of the Xuelu Sword piercing his abdomen, and the bright red blood dyed the blade into a strange deep purple!

It was only later that he realized that he had been tricked.

At such a critical moment, at least he is a big shot in the Demon Dao who has been a Daoist for ten years. How could Shen Du make such a mistake of underestimating the enemy?

That just sold him a flaw.

And he has the Heavenly Demon Creation Skill, so he can't wait for a long time, he will inevitably lose his judgment in a hurry, and easily fall into the trap he deliberately set.

When his silver hook wedged into the back of Shen Du's heart, the palace of Hades also opened the door to him.

So at the moment when he was distracted by that sentence related to Gu Zhao, Shen Du effortlessly stabbed him with a backhanded sword!

He didn't even look back.

With incomparable self-confidence, in this sword meeting, this sword will determine success or failure!

He is truly crazy...

He didn't hesitate to lose half his life to kill him!

"puff!"

When the sword is closed, it is ruthless and emotionless.

The blood in the abdomen immediately sprayed outwards, Dongfang Ji staggered a few steps before he couldn't stand still, his eyes became blurred, and he fell to the ground.

His silver hook was still behind Shen Du.

It's just that Shen Du couldn't feel it at all, holding the Snow Deer sword in his hand, he didn't take the approaching righteous people seriously at all, and just walked towards Dongfang Ji step by step.

The memory of this moment suddenly began to flow backwards.

Shen Du laughed: "Brother Dongfang, I am still grateful to you after all."

The icy power of the Liuhe Divine Art, through the sword just now, has completely destroyed all the meridians in Dongfang Ji's body, making him tremble with pain and cold.

He watched Shen Du approaching him, but he couldn't escape at all.

In the vision blurred by the rain, the expression on Shen Du's face is so similar to that night ten years ago!

"Do you know how they died?"

"After being injured, they were only seriously injured and fell on the steps. Do you think that I didn't continue to hunt you down that night because you injured them, and I, a piece of trash, would definitely stay and save them? "

"NO, I have not……"

While speaking, his footsteps had already come in front of him, and he just watched him condescendingly, as if watching all the hatred and mist in the past.

He bent over and pressed the person into the muddy water.

A cold sword cut through the blood on Dongfang Ji's neck. Seeing the hot blood rushing suddenly, seeing him clutching his neck in pain and twitching and struggling, his face was numb and indifferent.

Then Shen Du's voice became softer. In the collapsed ruins of the inn, in the cold rain, and in the sound of horseshoes approaching behind him, it was like the twilight on the cliff: "I just Standing there, seeing them staring wide-eyed, struggling on the ground, draining the blood from their bodies just like you now..."

They don't understand at all.

Or rather, don't care at all.

If Dongfang Halberd had really become the Taoist master of the Demon Dao that day, then what awaited Shen Du was nothing but death.In their eyes, only the demon way is important.Everything else seems to be discarded.

That being the case, why couldn't he abandon them?

The Liuhe Shenju, which was driven to the extreme, gradually disappeared, and the pain returned to his body. At this moment, Shen Du suddenly had a feeling that he was still alive.

"The devil, Shen Du, how dare you attack Tianshuimeng!"

"Look at it!"

"God, it's Young Master Chi!"

……

The righteous people who came from far away at some time had already surrounded the ruined inn layer by layer. The elite of the monster path had fought against the Tianshui League first, and now they are naturally powerless to face these people. Festival defeat.

When Shen Du heard the voice, he turned around and saw a group of people approaching aggressively. The leader was none other than Lu Fan, the owner of Xiefeng Villa whom he had met in Tianji Temple not long ago.

He swayed, but did not fall.

Lu Fan looked at the lifeless "Chi Yin" behind him, his face was so gloomy and ugly to the extreme: "Bold monster, Master Chi has no grievances or enmity with you, yet you have done such a tricky thing! If you forgive me today, the world will die!" Where is the axiom of martial arts? Do it!"

There is absolutely no time for an explanation, and there is absolutely no intention of listening to an explanation.Lu Fan's behavior did not surprise Shen Du at all.

He even knew very well why Lu Fan came.

It's just that he didn't expect that the timing of coming would be so coincidental, so wonderful, it seemed as if it had been pinpointed.

On the contrary, there was no trace of the person who should have come at this time.

A new group of people gathered around, but they seemed to know how powerful Shen Du was, and they didn't dare to get too close to him, but they also completely cut off the possibility of the demon and other people coming to rescue him.

Yao Qing and others fought hard, but they couldn't get out of the encirclement.

Long arrows, hidden weapons, and flying hooks were thrown out of the crowd one after another, attacking Shen Du frequently.

Some from the left, some from the right, some from the front...

Even without knowing when, people came up from behind.

No matter how strong Liuhe Shenjue is, Shen Du is only one person, and his two fists are hard to beat with four hands. How can he stand still under the siege of so many people when he is seriously injured by himself?

brush la la...

Stormy!

The chaotic footsteps of the crowd trampled on the muddy ground, deliberately disrupting all of Shen Du's perceptions. The sword can cut all kinds of hidden weapons, but it can't prevent the sudden surprise attack from under its feet!

"Hula", accompanied by the heavy sound of gold and iron colliding, an iron chain coming from an unknown direction tripped him to the ground at the moment when dozens of hidden weapons hit Shen Du at the same time!

"boom!"

His already bruised body fell into the muddy water all at once, and he wanted to stand up with his sword, but one chain after another quickly followed him, completely crushing him to the knees, and he couldn't stand up anymore!

Lu Fan's eyes suddenly flashed with joy.

All the masters brought out this time also fully grasped the timing. Seeing such a good opportunity, let alone hesitated, they unleashed all their hidden weapons!

As the cold light flashed, a cruel siege seemed to be a foregone conclusion.

At this moment, Lu Fan had even imagined that Shen Du, the arrogant and disgusting demon master in the past, was kneeling at his feet begging for mercy, and when he had to obediently offer the three volumes of Buddhist treasures to him in order to survive, he was humble and pitiful appearance.

But the next moment, the smile froze on his face!

Seeing that all the poisoned hidden weapons were about to fall on Shen Du who had no power to resist, a snow-white figure unexpectedly descended from the sky!

The wide monk's sleeves rolled up in the wind and rain!

Those dozens of sharp hidden weapons had already been pocketed into the sleeves, and when they were lightly shaken to the ground, they had turned into a pile of twisted scrap iron!

"Amitabha!"

A merciful Buddha's name, accompanied by the monk's clasped palms, the snow-white monk's robe has an inviolable awe in this desolate deserted city. He is holding an umbrella, and the wind and rain seem to be unable to wet any of his clothes. horn.

Eyes of wisdom drooping down, is a school of peace and tranquility.

Everyone was stunned: firstly because of the sudden appearance of this monk, secondly because of his unfathomable cultivation that he showed just now, and thirdly because of his superior status and should not have interfered in this matter!

Tianji Temple, the wise monk is so kind!

How could he appear here? !

Lu Fan's expression changed in an instant, seeing the monk's unmoving and peaceful eyes, he felt a sense of astonishment in his heart, but it turned into endless anger in an instant, and he couldn't hold back for a moment and shouted loudly: "I am a person of both good and evil ways. Master Shanzai suddenly intervened in the dispute, what is his intention?!"

"The Tianji Temple has a radius of a hundred miles, so you can't move with arms, and you can't use swords."

Shanzai's clear eyes fell on Lu Fan's face, and he took a look, but he didn't see his anger at the moment.

"This place is within a hundred miles, the poor monk should intervene."

Can't fight for a hundred miles?

It has always been rumored in the Jianghu that there is a Zhige stele in Tianji Temple, and if you see the Zhige stele, you must stop fighting, but that is just in front of the mountain gate of Bukong Mountain!

Lu Fan has never heard of such bullshit rules!

He stared at Shanzai with suddenly gloomy and cold eyes, sneered, and asked with endless anger: "What a domineering rule! Forgive Lu for being ignorant, but he had never heard of it before today! I don't know When did your court make this rule, and who made it?"

At this time, Shanzai only thought of the conversation in front of the mountain gate.

"If I go this way, I will move my heart and break the door of Buddhism, and my past practice will be in vain. Good, have you thought about it?"

But what is there to think about?

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the monk turned around and gently placed the blue oil-paper umbrella in his hand beside the muddy and embarrassed demon, just to shield him from all the wind and rain.

When their eyes met, they slightly hooked their lips.

But he didn't say any extra words, he just turned around and faced the countless faces holding swords in front of him, lightly holding the Buddha beads, and replied with a smile: "Just now, I decided."