[Sword Three] Dongdu Wolf's Stupidity

The rain soaked the hair, and there was no Shence Army holding high the banner at the foot of the mountain. Apart from the men in black, there were also Ba Dao disciples who surrounded them. On the side, with a smile in his eyes.

On that day, Chen Hao in Jinshui Town lost his life to the disciple of Ba Dao, or the desperadoes who died in the hands of a few people in Hidden Sword Villa, but today they all gathered together by coincidence.

But Badao Mountain Villa can't offend the bad luck of Evil Man Valley, and can't really face Hidden Sword Mountain Villa. At this time, Zhao Yan picked it up, and the pent-up air in his mouth would still dissipate, so he decided to spread his anger on several people, using Their blood sacrificed the spirits of the Ba Dao disciples in the sky, and it can be regarded as returning justice to those souls who died under the sword.

"Today, we at Badao Villa will use the blood of you gangsters to sacrifice the souls of the dead disciples of my Ba Dao Sect!"

Mo Zhi touched the tip of her nose with her fingertips, and said with a cunning smile: "It turns out that you guys caused so much trouble, and now I have followed, so it must be too late to leave now, right?"

"Miss Mo Zhi's words are wrong. These mad dogs want to take our lives first, but they are only for self-protection. Both parties are responsible. Now they are saying that we are wrong? It seems that I, as a doctor, have to treat them well. Zhizhi!" Feng Lian turned the ink pen in his cuff, and the tip of the pen hit a Ba Dao disciple's ear, and when he saw the person turn sideways, he waved his arm and waved his fingertip, and the silver needle came out: "Why are you still so stupid? Do you think this group of people Can I still reason with you calmly?!"

A few tyrant sword disciples rushed up with their swords, and the man in black immediately joined in the melee. The long sword in Chen Hao's hand became more and more beautiful, although the combination of lightness and swordsmanship was still relatively unfamiliar , but it is no longer a big deal compared to the previous two times when one person was alone.

After fighting for a short time, Chen Hao's sword body was stained with bloody red, and it was soaked into the ground with the drizzle, and his body was already feeling strenuous. A few people are making moves with one enemy and many, and there are many obstacles. Those who want to come this time are not those three-legged cat kung fu bugs, but humanoid monsters with real swords and guns...

"let me."

Chen Hao frowned, struggling to block the sword move, and said: "No... I won't be able to deal with this group of people for a while. If I faint, they will be even more troublesome!"

"Talk to yourself? Damn! You must be stupid! It's okay, sir, I will send you to see the King of Hades as soon as possible!"

The Daoist in the Void Realm took a long breath and stood up, stepped out of the waterfall with his sleeves waved, and pushed Chen Hao's living soul into the void, with the sword in his hand like a cloud and flowing water, and his moves fell so that the three swords in front of him The big sword was hard to resist, and the three big men had to retreat frequently.

One of them held the big knife in his hand and sipped at the ground: "I hate him, how did this kid become so awesome in a blink of an eye!"

Standing on the sidelines, Zhao Yan raised his sword to catch up, and smiled at the cold 'Chen Hao' in front of him, and the sword went straight to 'Chen Hao', but the person in front of him dodged sideways, and the sword in his hand was gone. Up to Zhao Yan's throat.

"Let these trash go, and you can leave alive." The Taoist priest still looked calm and clear, which made people angry.

Zhao Yan put down the sword in his hand, looked at the Taoist priest with a half-smile and said, "Kill me, do you still want to know who is the most important person to you?"

"Don't worry about it."

Even though he said that, the Taoist priest put down the long sword in his hand, and just kicked Zhao Yan's chest with his leg, watching Zhao Yan fall into the wet soil, he raised his head high, still the incomparable He poked the long sword in his hand backhand at the shoulder of the domineering disciple who was killing him with a knife, and looked at Zhao Yan with his cold eyes, and finally squeezed out a sneer between his lips and teeth.

"Go or die."

As the saying goes, a good man does not suffer from immediate losses, so Zhao Yan naturally understands it, turned around and ran away, the Taoist priest retracted his sword, moved his neck, looked at the people who had more or less scars on their bodies, and waved the long sword in his hand , another beautiful sword flower, the blade of the sword went straight into one's heart.

That icy appearance is like Shura in hell.

Under the big sword on the other side, Mo Zhi was already retreating steadily, her body was restrained by the bone shrinking skill and it was difficult to use her internal force moves thoroughly. The pink clothes had already been covered with several glaring bloodstains, and the two swords were still holding on under the big sword. But that pretty face, even with a layer of makeup, can still feel the paleness now, but at this time, apart from myself who is gradually losing physical strength, Qiu Zi and Ye Yuntian who are close are also at a loss for time.

Not long after, Mo Zhi was threatened by the five swords, her hand holding the sword became unsteady, and even the two swords trembled slightly.

"Give up struggling, I see that you are good-looking, and I can still save you all."

Mo Zhi gritted her silver teeth tightly, and said coldly: "Damn! Look, I don't want your dog's life!"

The big knife pressed even tighter, Mo Zhi's arm supported the five falling big knives and kept falling, even kneeling down on the dirt, Mo Zhi closed her eyes and was still struggling before dying, suddenly All the strength on the arm dissipated, and when he opened his eyes, Wu Nian was carrying a stick, with a palm on his chest, and his eyes slightly drooped with thick eyelashes, leaving a shadow under his eyes.

"Amitabha, I hope that all benefactors will put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas immediately."

"You smelly monk is also here to seek death! Come on, brothers!" One of them waved at the four people behind him, and the five big knives fell down without stopping.

Wu Nian turned sideways and stepped back very quickly, the stick in his hand was still behind his back, looking at the restless people in front of him, he sighed helplessly.Seeing that they couldn't cut Wu Nian, they swung the big knife at Mo Zhi who had just breathed a sigh of relief. Wu Nian hurried forward and used his arm as a knife, then turned around, and the stick that popped out knocked the knife-wielding man to the ground. The bloody knife wound on his arm was deep into the bone.

"The poor monk doesn't want to kill, and he doesn't want Shaolin Mountain to cause today's murder. I hope everyone can get along and take a step back."

"Don't be so long-winded, you bald donkey. If this father doesn't die, you will die!"

In the current situation, although Wu Nian swung the stick in his hand, the move only hurt his body but not his life, and he didn't forget his master's usual teachings, but in a trance, this thought unconsciously returned to before going down the mountain.

……

"Wu Nian, the grievances and grievances at the bottom of the mountain, I think you shouldn't intervene as a teacher."

As the rain fell, Wu Nian stood in the rain, carrying the stick in his hand, not saying a word, just lowering his eyes slightly.The old monk sighed, twirling the Buddhist beads in his hands, turned his back, and said in a low voice.

"Mr. Mo has messed up Fan Xin this time, right..."

"Yes."

"You are a lay disciple, and you are about to go down the mountain in a few days. Master can't control you too much now, so do whatever you want! Just don't forget that you are still a monk now."

Wu Nian put down the stick, kowtowed three times to the old monk's back and said, "Wu Nian dare not forget."

"Go...go...but the road ahead will be very bitter. Since you have chosen, no matter how bitter it is, you have to swallow it."

"Never remember Master's teachings."

There was another ringing of the head, and Wu Nian turned around and rushed down the mountain with a stick, but he didn't hear the old monk flicking the beads with his fingertips, shaking his head helplessly and muttering to himself, "Nie Yuan... Nie Yuan!" '