flapping wings

The appearance of this group of demonic people is undoubtedly like throwing a boulder towards the calm water.

The Zhengdao side was quiet for a moment, and then they began to curse, counting the countless sins of the Demonic Dao.

"Don't stop me, I want to avenge my elder brother."

"What are you waiting for? Demon Dao has killed so many of our relatives, why are you all scared now!"

"Bastard, pay back my father's life!"

"Calm down first, the situation is complicated and confusing now, only by being careful can you sail for thousands of years."

Click!

The crutch in the ugly camel's hand hit the ground heavily, and before Zhengdao's voice subsided, he said kindly: "We didn't come this time to kill people, we just asked you Zhengdao for this useless person." .”

As soon as the words fell, someone from the righteous way suddenly yelled: "Fuck your grandma, what kind of onion are you evil heretics, and you want to fall on the head of our righteous way?"

When Qi Ping heard the voice, it was Cao Laoniu and who else, everyone was incited by him and became even more emotional. If someone didn't stop him, they might have drawn their swords and would have rushed out.

The ugly camel spotted him in the crowd with a lightning-like glance, his eyes were cold, and his words were filled with anger: "Where did you come from, the ignorant boy, Master Wu Jing and the others are not dead yet? It's your turn to intervene!" ?”

As soon as the ugly camel finished speaking, a touch of red had already arrived in front of Cao Laoniu, and the speed was so fast that everyone only had time to catch the afterimage he left behind.

Taking a closer look, the red color was standing there neatly, as if it hadn't moved at all.

When everyone almost thought that all this was an illusion, a miserable howl suddenly sounded, the momentum was earth-shattering, and everyone's hearts jumped.

The scene was almost eerily quiet, and a pair of eyes looked at the same time, only to see Cao Laoniu covering his head with his hands, blood flowing from his fingers and dripping down his chin to the ground.

Looking down, there was an ear lying on the side of the man's feet, the edges were uneven, and the flesh was still trembling slightly. It looked like it had been torn off forcefully.

Red Rakshasa said crisply: "Mom said that if you are not polite, your ears will be cut off."

If you don't look at the bloody ear lying on the ground, and don't listen to Cao Laoniu's miserable howling, you will simply think that this is a joke made by some innocent child.

He Lan, head of the Qingyang School, blew on his beard and said angrily, "The thief is rampant!"

"The thief who killed the son," Xue Shura covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly, and cast a coquettish wink at He Lan: "My family likes it the most."

He Lan's face turned green after being exposed by him, and he stared at him with gritted teeth.

Master Wu Jing proclaimed the Buddha's name, shook his head with compassion on his face, and said: "All benefactors came here aggressively, and now they are hurting me in the right way. The poor monk really doesn't want to commit murder, and I hope all benefactors will turn around , leave quickly! Amitabha, goodness is goodness!"

"Master, we are all Buddhists, and we value compassion," Master Henghen hummed, "But the poor nun thinks that things are always bound by a rule, and instead practice the lower vehicle of Buddhism."

Master Wu Jing looked at her: "What did the teacher say?"

Master Henghen explained: "Although Buddhism prohibits killing, it is our responsibility to slay demons and subdue demons. The demons are lawless, harming the sky and harming the law. Today, they are hurting people under our noses. How can we let them go away so easily?"

"Master is too reasonable." Master Wu Jing shook his head compassionately, "It's the poor monk who is short-sighted."

The ugly camel smacked the ground again, and said sinisterly: "Since we have discussed it with you and you are not willing, you must use force."

Then he turned to the back and said in a loud voice full of righteous indignation: "Today we came here in peace, but the righteous way has repeatedly provoked us. It's really deceiving people too much. Boys, go up and grab Du Sanniang!"

Qi Ping yelled, thinking shamelessly in his heart, it was the first time he heard someone speak nonsense in such a fresh and refined way, it was a little bit, "Shameless and skinless!"

Mu Xiaoque glanced at him and turned away silently, pretending not to hear.

They stood still and watched the battle situation. After the ugly camel finished speaking, everyone in the Demonic Dao rushed towards Du Sanniang excitedly.

The Jianghu Loose Cultivator of the Righteous Way of the Martial Arts took the lead and jumped in that direction to intercept. As soon as the two sides met, they were bloody killing moves.

The disciples of each sect did not move, they were all waiting for the order from the leader of the sect, but each one of them jumped in a little hurry.

Ming Yuan of the Xuanxiu Sect couldn't help shouting: "Brother, aren't we going? We haven't avenged the last time! Do we have other plans?"

Fang Jianzhi waved his hands and ordered: "Jin'er will follow behind, and the others will follow me to stop the evil spirit."

The leaders of all sects gave orders at the same time and led their disciples to join the battle circle.

Ugly Camel took out a very thin sword from the crutch to meet Master Wu Jing first.

Master Heng Hen waved his fly whisk before Master Wu Jing and scolded the ugly hunchback: "The thief is treacherous, who knows that Master Wu Jing is good at palm kung fu, and you are naturally at a disadvantage when confronted with your long sword. Let me teach you how to use your sword."

Master Wu Jing put his palms together and said to Xue Shura: "Benefactor, since this is the case, the poor monk will come to learn your skills."

"Mom said you can't take advantage of others in war, that thief is bald, I'll fight you," Hong Luocha said, and the whole person turned into a red phantom and swept away towards Master Wujing like the wind.

In an instant, a circle of red shadows completely surrounded Master Wu Jing, stretching out a pair of fleshy palms from time to time in the red storm, fierce, treacherous, and silent.

The Qi family couldn't help taking a step forward, it was the first time he had seen this kind of martial arts that had been cultivated to the extreme in a certain aspect.

Dazzling, people couldn't see where the real body of Red Rakshasa was at all.

As long as the people surrounded by him relax a little, they will probably be completely finished.

As for Master Wu Jing, he was worthy of being a master of martial arts. Under this kind of offensive, he still seemed to be able to do a job with ease, and his palms were swift.

One by one big handprints completely sealed the flaws in his whole body, almost giving his opponent no chance to take advantage of it.

Xue Shura withdrew his gaze from the red storm, covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly at Yehu and He Lan: "You two good brothers, I will be served by the servants! The servants are coming!"

A ruthless look flashed between his brows, he leaned slightly and drew two butterfly knives from his boots, and rushed towards Yehu and Helan.

"Can we make it?" Before Qi Ping could answer, he saw a disciple of the righteous way rushing towards him with a knife.

He took a step back and couldn't help cursing: "Fool, hit the wrong person!"

Mu Xiaoque walked around behind the disciple in a few steps, raised her hand and cut at the back of his head, and the next second, the man fell to the ground with a thump.

Then Xiang Qing'er giggled, and she said angrily: "Silly little bird is so boring, you unloaded my knife so quickly, what should I use to fight you?"

After a pause, she suddenly smiled slyly, "Why don't I use my little brother to stop you? See if you still don't want to be so rough!"

Mu Xiaoque glanced at Xiang Qing'er coldly, "How dare you!"

To be honest, Qi Ping was a little bit eager to try, and he didn't know whether the person controlled by Xiang Qing'er completely lost his mind or could not help himself.

Mu Xiaoque glanced at Qi Ping's naked eyes, flicked his head at him, and wondered: "Are you sick?"

Qi Ping covered his head and stared at Mu Xiaoque aggrievedly, but this person ignored him at all.

He turned his head with a snort, and said to Xiang Qing'er: "We are going to fight, you can blow the wind here yourself!"

"Don't go, who said that I'm here to blow the wind, my task is to hold you two," Xiang Qinger sighed after laughing: "Who told Mu Xiaoque to treat my weapon so roughly, or we You can still fight for a while."

Seeing that he couldn't leave, Mu Xiaoque ignored them, took out his purse and held a few copper coins in his hands, watching the battlefield ahead.

Qi Ping also looked forward, the battle is now in full swing.

The situation at Mrs. Henghen's place is not very optimistic. Although the ugly camel is a hunchback on crutches, he is extremely flexible in his moves.

Under such dim conditions, the advantage of the rapier has greatly increased, and the sharp edge of the sword that came out unexpectedly has already cut several bloody mouths on Master Henghen's body.

Seeing that the hair on the whisk was a little bald, and Mrs. Heng Hen looked a little helpless, Qi Ping couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Even if he doesn't consider the relationship between Mr. Heng Hate and the Qi family, for him, he admires each other very much.

Seeming to see his worry, Mu Xiaoque said calmly: "Don't worry, Mrs. Henghen can hold on for a while, and I will make a move when the time comes."

"Brother Mu, help me take care of my Tianshan sect disciples," Hua Buluo glanced in this direction, avoiding all kinds of weapons that were attacking, and turned around to kick away the sorcerer in front of him.

Then he rolled around on the ground, raised the long sword in his hand close to the ground slightly, held the ugly camel's rapier that was attacking Mrs. Henghen, and directly joined the two of them standing in the circle.

"You boy, what are you doing here?" Master Heng Hen's breath was a little stagnant, panting: "You look down on my old woman, don't you?"

"Master, you are not old," Hua Buluopin said, "It is believed that you are a big girl who has not left the court."

Qi Ping covered his face, he never expected that Hua Buluo would go so far, that he openly flirted with a nun.

"Stinky boy, I really want to be beaten," Master Heng Hen scolded with a smile, "Just like your father!"

Qi Ping let go of his heart slightly, and didn't care about the relationship between Mrs. Heng Hate and Hua Buluo's father.

He turned his head to look at Xue Shura, only to see him fighting Yehu and He Lan alone, looking quite strenuous.

At this moment, the wild fox quickly avoided the butterfly knife stabbing towards his abdomen, held the handle of the knife with both hands, broke through Xue Shura's defense, and slashed towards his shoulder.

"It's over," Qi Ping clenched his fists excitedly, and couldn't help but smile, but suddenly something happened, and he suddenly stretched out a hand from the side.

Qi Ping's eyes widened, and he saw that He Lan's hands were dripping with blood, but he didn't seem to sense it, so he raised his palm and slapped Yehu's chest.

The sudden defection of his companion made Yehu stunned for a while, and when he realized it, he couldn't avoid it, and finally had to forcefully slap the injured one.

Both of them vomited blood and fell to the ground at the same time, Yehu cursed angrily: "Master He, why are you crazy?"

At this time, He Lan had recovered from the state just now, and was stunned for a moment, pointing at Xue Shura and shouting: "It's strange, I said, why are you neither yin nor yang! It turns out that you are practicing Hemiaozong's kung fu!"

Qi Ping was thrilled to watch, when Xiang Qing'er suddenly interjected: "Little brother, how about Hemiaozong's martial arts, if you want to learn, my sister can teach you for Mu Xiaoniao's sake."

"Don't talk nonsense," Qi Ping glanced at Xiang Qing'er speechlessly, and said impatiently, "When is it jealous, you woman don't look at it?"

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking about Xiang Qing'er, turned his gaze back, tightened his hand holding the sword, and then ran forward quickly.

"Hmph!" Xiang Qing'er was so angry that he stomped her feet on the spot, "Impolite boy!"

At this moment, Mu Xiaoque focused all his attention on those disciples, and he was rehearsing the situation in his mind, and the copper coins at his fingertips broke through the night in time to rescue the disciples who were under the sword of the Demon Dao.

Xue Xiuluo smiled and said to He Lan: "Good brother, I will give you a choice, do you want me to kill the wild fox first, or kill you first? The slave family listens to my brother."

"If you want to kill or kill, it's up to you," He Lan snorted and shouted, "I'm still afraid of you?"

"Good brother, why are you so fierce? You scared the servants."

Blood Shura patted his chest and said in a long voice: "But I can't bear to be the first to kill you. Nuo, let's kill this wild fox who has no winks and disturbs our flirting first!"

As he said that, he raised his two knives and raised them towards the wild fox. A layer of cold sweat broke out on Qi Ping's forehead, and he couldn't help speeding up his pace, but he was still too far away from the wild fox.