beg for chivalry

The square table suddenly overturned, the tea pot and the basket wrapped in leaves were overturned, and the black-clothed Rakshasa fell head-on.

The thick square table smashed towards Jinwu, like a rolling wave, whizzing and falling on the face.Jin Crow stretched out his arms violently to attack, the armor rattled, almost smashing his arm.

In an instant, cracks appeared on the table.The Raksha ghost shuddered, and it was too late when he wanted to get away.The red sandalwood table was split in two, and sawdust flying dust poured over his head and face.Behind the broken table, the abbot with eyebrows like a whisk stood up suddenly, the sharp weapon in his hand gleamed with golden light, and pierced his chest like the wind!

Abbot Langsi was holding a vajra tightly in his thin hand.

This thing is often used to subdue demons and demons, and it is invincible.Now the pestle in Changmei Langsi's hand is sixteen fingers long, with eight blades at each end, extremely sharp.The pestle pointed straight at the Raksha ghost's heart, intending to gouge out every inch of his intestines.

The old abbot's eyes were red, even though he looked calm, his eyes were filled with hatred, just like a Mara Killer.The fine lines on Lang Si's face trembled, and he shouted violently: "One person is enough! Today I would like to break the precept of killing once and take your life, black-clothed Rakshasa!"

Five years ago, the abbot of Gudeng was corroded by poisonous water, and his white skeleton hung in the cold wind at the entrance of Lianhua Village.At the meeting of thousands of monks, the blood of the monks stained the treasure hall, and even the abbot, who had always eaten fast and recited the Buddha, was willing to raise the butcher's knife.

Golden Crow retreated quickly, looking at the vajra, although sweating thinly on his face, he sneered and said: "You are holding the treasured esoteric pestle yourself, you are doing crooked ways, and it doesn't matter if you break the precepts or not, you just want to show it to the Buddha. Do you see?"

Suddenly a lazy voice came from behind: "No, there is one more person who wants to deal with Rakshasa."

Mi Zhan didn't know when he had dodged behind Luo Sha, his eyelids were still drooping, but the crane cloak swung, setting off howling winds.

"Count me in too." Mizizi said lazily, but still vigorously said, "Although I don't care about these fights, but since I'm sitting in the Wumeng seat, I can't do nothing Rice. I'm sorry, little Rakshasa."

When the sleeves of his robe brushed against his body, it made people feel that the sky was spinning and the sun and the moon were dark.Jin Wu has learned his methods long ago, although this person has no intention of killing, his every move can really kill someone, so he should not be underestimated.

Now Miji flicked his wide sleeves for a while, and the Raksha ghost was suddenly thrown out.Jin Wu shuddered, only to feel that his body was laid out leisurely by this man like a light cloud.But this flick actually pushed him in front of Abbot Langsi who was furious at this time, and Langsi was holding a sharp Fazheluo and stabbing straight at him!

The Raksha ghost curled up in the air, avoiding the tip of the vajra.But the eight-strand blade couldn't dodge, and was firmly cut on the vest.

A sharp pain came from behind, the blade sliced ​​through the clothes and muslin, and cut open the scab wound just now.But this was not over yet, the force of the vajra pestle was so strong that it knocked him overwhelmed.

This smashing actually made Jinwu wake up suddenly, the severe pain scattered all over his body, awakening the poison suppressed by the pain of blood.He knelt down on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood when he opened his mouth.

Seeing the black-clothed Raksha knelt on the ground suddenly, everyone was astonished, and then overjoyed.Neng Daliang, who was tightly bound by the cloak, struggled and shouted: "Quick, kill this kid quickly... No, break his legs and feet, don't let him jump around again!"

Jin Wu coughed a few times, his mind was muddled.He knelt down on the ground, unable to get up, felt that he was bleeding, his back was burning with pain, and the heart-wrenching pain gradually increased until it seized his entire mind.

The disciples in the Jianghu chattered: "Who will go? Anyway, I dare not..."

"This appearance must have been made by him. How can he vomit blood when he is a good person?"

Someone took out a few hand darts, "Then don't go there, let's hit him with a hidden weapon."

Wu Wugong was silent for a while, and suddenly shouted with thick neck: "Don't act rashly! Disciples of all sects retreat, don't throw hidden weapons at him!"

But it was too late to say these words, and someone with good deeds has already released the iron dart.I saw silver stars counting, iron darts flying like clumsy swallows, and heard the whistling of the wind, stones, knives, arrows, and forks rained down on the black-clothed Rakshasa.

The Raksha ghost, who was supposed to be tied up like an ant's nest, jumped up, stretched out his hand swiftly, rolled up his short belt, and blocked the hidden weapons one by one, holding them in his arms.Everyone only saw him lift his pale face, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fierce and fierce.

Raksha shook his short cap and shouted: "Go!" Then the silver light shone in the sky, and the sharp knife and flying stone that had been thrown at him before swished towards the person sitting on the seat.

The younger generations of the Wumeng have forgotten one thing, the most frightening thing about Raksha in black is not his exquisite sword skills and proficient swordsmanship, but his hidden weapons.

The same flying knives and dark arrows are thrown weakly in the hands of Jianghu disciples, but in the hands of Rakshasa, the "five-heart skill" is used.One mind divides into five minds, and each flying sword draws a unique arc, rushing towards different people!

The people in the treasure hall were noisy and chaotic, and the ground was in a mess.The Jianghu disciples ran away with their heads in their hands, screaming again and again.Even the leaders of the various factions sitting in the hall couldn't help but change their expressions in shock, and knocked down the hidden weapons that struck.In the chaos, Abbot Langsi's long beard and white eyebrows fluttered, like a bodhisattva in anger, holding a magic pestle in his hand, he rose up and stabbed at Rakshasa.

Facing the sharp stick tip, Luo Sha sneered instead: "Abbot of Fazang Temple, I remember you."

Lang Si yelled: "I also remember you little thief! I remember how many innocent temple monks you killed at the Thousand Monks Meeting with the ghosts in Houtianlou!"

"But I remember your footwork." Jin Wu said, "You usually use two steps and six characters when you recite the Buddha, and the speed of your steps is the same. I have been to Suo Boqi's Buddhist hall in Tubo, and you and the Hongjiao people The posture is exactly the same."

"What do you want to say?"

"I want to say, I can learn every move of yours. Do you still want to fight with me? It's just a waste of effort and energy."

Langsi said angrily: "Huangkou boy, how can you speak such wild words! At first, you only defeated the monk who broke the precepts, so you thought you could kill the leader of Wu League?"

"Three days after Shibie, you should look at him with admiration. I am stronger than then. Five years ago, I was able to defeat the precept monk, but today I don't know who can defeat me." Luo Sha stared sharply and shouted hoarsely. "Come on, break the killing ring once and show me!"

In an instant, the murderous aura was as awe-inspiring as frost, overflowing between the two of them.The Raksha ghost followed suit, whenever Abbot Langsi used any footwork, he would follow closely.The two of them were erratic like ghosts, walking back and forth among the crowd in the palace, and from time to time they collided with knives and pestles, sparking bright sparks.In the hustle and bustle of the crowd, the two of them sometimes flew to dodge, and sometimes bit each other tightly to fight.

Everyone was frightened by the fierceness in their eyes and fled in all directions.The tip of the pestle intertwined with the steel knife, and there was an endless buzzing sound.Langsi sank to his knees and settled down, every step he took was as stable as a rock, and the formation he laid out was unbreakable. The sound of dantian burst out from between his tightly pressed lips with the steps, and he blurted out together with the sound of the pestle.

With inner strength in his voice, Abbot Lang Si pressed on Luo Sha every step of the way like a lion.And the Raksha ghost also fought with all his strength, chopping, slashing, picking, and stabbing, every move was like the figures of the two being cut and broken by the shadow of a knife, light and pestle.

Jin Wu was swinging the saber with all his strength, when he suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder blade, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a silver needle stuck on his shoulder.

He looked into the hall again, and saw Yan Jiubian sitting on the seat, looking at him with a half-smile.Seeing the golden crow sweeping towards him, the clothes-trapping ghost returned a tricky smile, slightly raised his hand behind Wu Wugong's back, with a few points of cold light between his fingers.

This is Yan Jiubian's commonly used poisonous needle!

Jin Wu was dripping with cold sweat, and felt a chill in his heart.In the past, he would pick up the stitches for the ghost after receiving orders.The life in Houtianlou was boring, Yan Jiubian often stole poison prescriptions from Mubu, patiently poisoned his needles and arrows, and often took him as a helper.

But now the poisonous needle was used on himself.Jin Wu gritted his teeth, trying to gouge out the flesh of the stabbed place, but it seemed too late.Suddenly, it seemed that a heavy hammer hit the inside hard, trying to cut holes in the body, smashing it to pieces, and the severe pain burst out in the body.

Raksha ghost's movements suddenly froze.Lang Si noticed his rigidity, and the hand holding the pestle became more and more forceful, making the sharp edge rattle.

"Didn't you still talk big just now?" Abbot Langsi said with a deep smile, "Why are you so weak now that you can't even lift a knife?"

There is a fishy sweetness in the throat, and even exhaling seems to cause bone-piercing pain.Jin Wu's face was pale, but he still sneered, "Why did I say such a big thing?"

"It's not arrogant to say that I want to be evenly matched with the old monk, and to fight in courts of courtesy?"

Jin Wu took a breath and said, "It's just the truth."

Lang Si's long eyebrows trembled, and suddenly he pressed a little tighter, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, I can see it. You have run out of fuel, and I'm afraid you will die in one or two hours! But you said that you can be with the old man?" How can this be the truth if the battle is evenly divided?"

"Because you don't like to hear that."

"What you don't like to hear is the truth?" Abbot Lang Si shouted, "Are you saying that what I like to hear is all lies?"

The Raksha ghost raised his breath, put his posture on the line, and said with a smile on his face, "Yes, I have never told a lie since I entered this gate, but you would rather believe in slander than listen to me. The truth that pops out of it."

"absurd!"

"You can only use this word to prevaricate me," Jin Wu said, "this is called absurd."

In an instant, the subduing magic pestle shot out like a thousand thunderbolts with a golden light.Yan Jiubian seized the opportunity to touch the poisonous needle in his hand, and popped it towards the Raksha ghost again.He asked Kibe for the prescription, and the poison of the yellow vine was quenched on the needle, which can stimulate the pain in the internal organs, and the poison of each phase will be more violent.

But as soon as the poisonous needle was ejected, a rainbow-like drape flashed in the air.The needle tip stuck on the silk cloth, and the scarf was pulled away again, and fell into the hands of a pair of jades.

Madam Hongzhu took back the shawl as if nothing had happened, stretched out her hand to take off the poisonous needle, and put it aside.Yan Jiubian looked at her in astonishment, only to see that her face was full of spring, but her eyes were like frost.She gently opened and closed her red lips, and said silently to the Suoyigui across the air:

"Don't move, him."

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