Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Suspicions abounded in Yan Ke's heart, and he couldn't help following Du Sumu's back from afar, quietly moving to the front of the temple.When he stood by the broken window and looked carefully into the temple, he was unexpectedly struck by someone behind him, making him unable to stand still and falling from the window into the temple.

Yan Ke rolled on the ground in the temple, coughing a few times due to the flying dust.He looked up, Du Sumu was standing in front of him, looking at Yan Ke with a half-smile.

Seeing Du Sumu's face, Yan Ke's heart turned cold for a moment.

He remembered that face, it wasn't Du Sumu at all, but the young lady who looked very much like Du Sumu in the brothel in the city.

There were rustling sounds from every corner of the temple.Suddenly, a few monks dressed in the costumes of the White Dragon Sect emerged from the dark place and gathered around Yan Ke.

Yan Ke put his hands on the ground, trying to stand up, but he couldn't. "Careless." He murmured inwardly, and couldn't help but look up at the young lady in front of him.

"Sure enough, this is the best way." A monk approached the young man and patted him on the shoulder, "As expected, this little devil relaxed his defenses when he saw the head of the Jingming sect, and easily fell into our trap."

The young man pursed his lips lightly, and brushed off the monk's palm on his shoulder: "It's agreed, no less money will be given."

"That's natural." A monk squatted beside Yan Ke, and quickly tied him with a rope. "However, how do you know that this brat will definitely appear here today?"

Xiao Guan chuckled lightly, a chill flashed in his dark eyes.

"I only said that the person you are waiting for will appear in this temple." He said softly, "I didn't say it must be this brat."

The broken windows in the temple creaked suddenly, and the monks of the White Dragon Sect raised their heads to watch, but their expressions froze in an instant.I saw a black shadow rushing into the temple from the window, and in an instant, without making a sound, the heads of those monks who were stunned rolled down to the ground one after another.

Yan Ke widened his eyes.Among the messy corpses, a dark shadow appeared, it was a man wearing a mask.He ignored Yan Ke, but nodded slightly towards Xiao Guan.

"The corpse stays here. You go out from here." The masked man said, "Be sure to be seen."

Xiao Guan nodded, as if he had received some serious mission, stepped over Yan Ke solemnly, and walked towards the temple gate.

Although Yan Ke didn't understand the real purpose of the two, he knew that these people might kill the monks of the White Dragon Sect and try to blame Du Sumu by doing so.Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he wanted to jump up, but he just rolled around on the ground in vain.

The masked man leaned down and slowly sized up Yan Ke. "Take this sword away too." He said to himself, picked up the rope that bound Yan Ke's body, and was about to leave.

Yan Ke didn't agree, he twisted his body desperately, the bell on his wrist jingled.At this moment, the young man at the gate of the temple let out an exclamation and quickly retreated into the temple.The masked man raised his head, sneered, and threw Yan Ke to the ground.

"You're here too." He said coldly.

Du Sumu's face was pale, he looked around at the scattered corpses in the temple, and then he swiped his fingers in the air.The rope that restrained Yan Ke was released in response.Yan Ke felt that his body regained some strength, so he quickly got up from the ground and ran to Du Sumu's side.Du Sumu turned sideways and blocked him behind.

"Who are you?" Du Sumu said in a deep voice, "What's the purpose of killing someone from the White Dragon Sect and pretending to be me?"

The masked man raised his hand without saying a word, and a few balls of white light shot towards Du Sumu.Du Sumu turned around to dodge, unexpectedly the ball of light followed his figure.He couldn't help lowering his expression, a few flames appeared in the air and hit the light ball, but unexpectedly, before the flames touched it, they disappeared out of thin air like water vapor evaporating.

Du Sumu frowned, protecting Yan Ke with one hand, and drew out his sword with the other.With a few soft sounds, the ball of light hit the blade and disappeared.However, the blade of the sword also seemed to have been frozen suddenly, and as a long crack appeared, it shattered into several pieces in an instant.

Du Sumu looked at the Broken Sword with a pensive look on his face.However, the masked man was still sneering, and with a few soft sounds, another ball of light attacked Du Sumu.

Du Sumu lowered his expression, took out a few runes from his cuffs, and threw them towards the light ball one by one.The sphere of light was blocked in the air for a moment, before attacking the masked man.The corner of the masked man's mouth twitched, and he stretched out his hand to pull the terrified young man to his side and block him in front of him.The ball of light is only a few millimeters away, and it can penetrate Xiaowan's cheek.

Du Sumu was startled, and hastily retracted his gestures, and the ball of light brushed against the hair of the masked man and flew away.At the same time, Yan Ke felt a black shadow move in the corner of his eyes, he turned his head to look, and saw another masked man sneaking out from the ground.Before Yan Ke could make a sound to remind him, he swung his palm fiercely and hit Du Sumu's back heavily.

Du Sumu groaned, his body fell forward, and a stream of blood spit out from his mouth.At the same time, the masked man who was holding Xiao Guan waved his arms, and a cold light shot out from his fingertips, and while Du Sumu was distracted, it directly penetrated his shoulder.

Blood splashed out, and Yan Ke's chest contracted for a while.He yelled, and rushed forward without hesitation, waving his arms to use the wind blade.However, just now it seemed that he had been cast with a spell and couldn't do anything.Du Sumu's intact arm tightly grabbed his wrist again, preventing Yan Ke from leaving.

Du Sumu knelt on the ground with one knee, spitting out blood, and his shoulder was bloody.Yan Ke was impatient, but felt a cold light flickering behind him.He looked up, but saw the masked man behind him holding up a sharp sword, the blade was extremely sharp, facing Du Sumu's neck.

Yan Ke's scalp tingled for a while, he had already ignored everything around him, and stood up and rushed towards the masked man.

Hearing Du Sumu's astonishment behind him, Yan Ke felt his body fall heavily backwards, but a gust of fresh air swept across the flying dust in the temple, took a part of his body, and rushed directly to the masked man's chest.

Before waiting for a moment, the long sword in the masked man's hand clanged and fell to the ground.A viscous, rusty liquid flowed down Yan Ke's body.

The masked man's body crashed to the ground, and there was a huge blood hole in his chest, and the gurgling blood and the dust on the ground melted into a bloody mud.Yan Ke didn't want to give the corpse another look.He turned his body sideways and set his sights on the other masked figure who was holding Xiaowan.

The corner of the masked man's mouth curled down, showing a little panic.He pressed Xiao Guan closer to his body.Yan Ke doesn't care about these.He directly attacked the masked man.Before the masked man could react, the slender and sharp body pierced through his forehead.

After killing the two of them, Yan Ke suddenly felt relieved.He took a long breath, but felt that his body was extremely heavy for a moment, and he fell heavily to the ground uncontrollably, unable to get up no matter what.

He raised his eyes, wanting Du Sumu to help him stand up, but unexpectedly Du Sumu was standing beside him.Those eyes were not looking at himself, but at the corner of the temple.

There lay the body of a young man with a huge wound on his chest.

It was Yan Ke's body.

Yan Ke was taken aback for a moment, and his body made a trembling sound as heavy as a stone falling to the ground.Yan Ke immediately understood that just now, in a moment of desperation, he actually completed the sword in an instant.Now he is already a complete jade sword.And that child's body was also abandoned by him.

The only thing that puzzles Yan Ke is that a complete sword has no soul and no consciousness.However, at this moment, he can still see, perceive, and think.

Yan Ke moved the sword, wanting to call Du Sumu, but unexpectedly, the young man beside him let out a terrified cry and fell to the ground.

Du Sumu's eyes moved away from the corpse, he stared at Xiao Guan, and frowned slightly.

Yan Ke saw Du Sumu's face was as pale as paper.

Xiao Guan was lying on the ground trembling, his feet paddling in the bloody soil, as if he wanted to get up, but his legs were so frightened.Du Sumu looked at Xiao Guan silently for a moment, then bent down and stretched out his hand towards him, intending to help him up.

Xiao Guan stretched out his hand pitifully, and when he touched Du Sumu's finger, he held it tightly.The force was so great that it seemed as if you could hear the rattling between the joints.I saw that the young man pulled out Du Sumu forcefully with one hand, and quickly put his other hand into the skirt of his clothes. In an instant, he took out a gleaming short knife.

He didn't hesitate at all, and the fearful look just now disappeared, and the blade was sharp, and he slashed straight at Du Sumu's throat.

It was too late to say, but it was so fast, before Yan Ke could react.Hearing a soft "dong", a flower of blood suddenly exploded from Xiaowan's temple.A small stone was stained red by blood, pierced through Xiaoguan's head, and fell to the ground with a "click".

Immediately, what fell down in response was the body of the young man who died instantly.

From the corner of the ruined temple, there was the sound of light footsteps.A figure wearing a dark gray fur cloak gradually emerged from the darkness.

"Master Du." Under the hood, a deep shadow covered the eyes of the Holy Master of the Shengyuan Sect, "You actually killed my subordinates and the monks of the White Dragon Sect with your own hands."

There was no sadness or anger in his tone, but a bit of ridicule.

"If it is known to others, Head Liang and Head Zheng will definitely be troubled again."

Du Sumu fixedly looked at the person coming.

"Is it interesting to pretend to be the Holy Master?" He asked, but his voice was cold and cold.

The Holy Lord raised the corner of his mouth: "After all, I can't hide it from you."

He slowly lifted his hood, revealing a pair of purple eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.