"What a shady guy..."

Wan San, the thin man who broke into the crowd, saw me killing another person with such ruthless means, and his face became a little serious and advised me: "This guy, stay at the forefront of being a human being, so you can meet each other in the future. No matter how much hatred you have, you can keep one hand in everything, so that you can live longer!"

This is a truth full of sincerity and a kind-hearted statement. However, at that time, I was already blinded by the deaths of Zhang Zhiqing and Xiao Lu. I didn't care about these unpleasant words. My stiff face forced a smile to show friendship. However, my right hand holding the little sword stirred harder, stirring the man's internal organs into a mess, and then kicked him over. The man fell to the ground with a wail and never got up again.

At this time, Sister Dai Qiao also joined the battle group. She had just been slapped by a man in black robe, and was hit in the chest again. She suffered some internal injuries. She came over with a hunchback and reported her identities to the three of them: "Sister Dai Qiao of the Religious Bureau, this is Chen Erdan, the comrade of our bureau. Thank you for your help."

As soon as this identity was revealed, the young man muttered, "Oh, it turns out he is from the Six Gates..."

He was a young man and spoke in a stern manner. While the thin man dealt with the people next to him, he smiled and said, "Oh, it turns out that he is from the official family, so there is no need to say more. This is what you should do, and you will be polite."

In just a few words, we had formed an alliance. There were more than ten people in the Dharma Lobster Dojo here, but I killed two of them with a revenge. There were three people who maintained the Dharma Lobster Dojo at the Incense Case. The remaining eight were not overwhelmingly superior to us. Once we got entangled, I found that although the Taoist priest who claimed to be from Wudang was not first-class, he could also form a stalemate with the man in black robe. This thin man Wan San was not a weak man. He did not have a bare hands, but held a red thread in his hand and kept knotting ropes. Once someone rushed forward, he made complicated rope skills, which were extremely dazzling. When someone came, he tied his palms and could not be used.

This is a kind skill, he does not hurt people, but only defeats enemies.

Compared to his master, the young man named Zhao Zhonghua seemed much more angry. He was only teenage, not big, and only a child. However, his pair of feet seemed to be stepping on a spring, kicking back and forth, kicking side, hitting, pushing and jumping... There were so many kinds of tricks that were simply dazzling. Anyone who thought he was easy to bully was kicked by his feet and fell away.

As soon as the two sides fought, they fell into a stalemate. The man in black robe felt something was wrong. After a few rounds of hand with the Wudang Taoist Fang Li, he suddenly shouted to the man with a red face mask beside the incense table: "Old Huang, turn virtual to real, the Dharma screw dojo, transcend the object, get out of the world!"

With this instructor, the red-faced mask sitting upright at the incense table suddenly jumped up, stepped on the incense table, took out a small dagger, wiped it at his wrist, and blood shot out. The two little girls beside him shouted loudly, swung their heads, and they were all in a madness.

As soon as the three of them had any abnormal movements, Wan San immediately noticed them and shouted to his apprentice: "Zhonghua, stop them!"

As soon as he ordered, the young man immediately soared into the sky and rushed towards the incense table. Sister Dai Qiao and I also wanted to go over and support, but immediately two of them stopped us and said with a grim smile: "Good boy, kill two of us brothers. I have to peel off your skin and serve as a tribute to them..."

A handsome man next to him smiled: "Brother Ping, don't interfere. This kid has a tender skin, otherwise he would have fun with me first and then talk about it later?"

The two of them joked with each other very relaxedly, but they were ready to fight for the battle. I didn't have any resentment on my face, but I was fighting for my life with a move, and I looked like a desperate person. This state was simply a madman. The two of them were also masters. Whether they were facing Wan San or Dai Qiaojie, they were all comfortable to deal with. However, when they started with me, they were a little busy and stepped back step by step.

However, at this moment, a gust of cold wind blew around us, and a vortex came out of the top of our heads. Then many little dolls with round blush on their faces fell from the sky, followed by hanged ghosts with long tongues and warriors wearing armor and horses. There were so many of these things that they blocked the entire dirt road in front of the village, and some even had no place to stand and squeezed into the paddy fields on both sides. This was really scary, especially those ghost dolls with pale faces but blush, including men and women, with their eyes so resentful that they made people look at each other and their bodies were furious.

Among the paper spirits that fell one after another, a clever sound was also rolling, but it was the child named Zhao Zhonghua who was forced back by the two little girls and said with anger: "Master, they are making trouble, they have torn their clothes open, I dare not touch them at all!"

I heard it and looked up subconsciously. I didn't see the two girls tearing their clothes, but saw the red-faced mask waving a blood-stained flag and waving towards us.

With this wave, all the paper spirits rushed towards us, but the people from the Dharma Lobster Dojo retreated and let the fierce spirits on the paper consume us. My little sword was extremely sharp, and they picked and wiped them down, cutting off several paper dolls. However, the opponent was endless, like cannon fodder, and could not resist it at all. The other party invoked the paper spirits from the Dharma Lobster Dojo. In less than a minute, the five of us squeezed together, looking at the surging paper spirits all over the sky and the earth, while the people from the Dharma Lobster Dojo retreated behind the scenes to watch the show. Fang Li, the Taoist priest of Wudang, smiled bitterly: "I really want to fall today. Although I have a word Li in my name, I have not practiced the method of Li, and I cannot handle such a scene..."

We retreated step by step, and Sister Dai Qiao also smiled bitterly and said, "Even if there is fire, there is no way - look at this paper spirit, coming from the Dharma Rope Dojo, can only fight with it if it is cut off..."

"Cut off the root?" The thin man was stunned and suddenly smiled: "I have something that I can get rid of this thing..."

After he said that, he pulled out of his arms and sprinkled it into the sky, but saw a small silver-white metal net. However, as soon as it soared into the air, it turned into a transparent and bright net, covering the sky with clouds and mist. In this cover, the paper spirits falling in the sky were all separated. At the other port, the originally silent evil spirits made a huge scream, obviously being injured. As soon as Wan San made this move, the bright red mask waving the flag was immediately shocked. He was wearing a mask, so the blood did not spew out, but it just flowed to his chest, making a dizzy red ball.

Cutting off this formation, all of us were shocked and we had a little more energy out of thin air. At this moment, there was a sudden chaos ahead of me, and the paper spirits surging out of the sky, all of which were surging. I squinted and saw that it was the fat girl who found my breath, came from the village, and stirred up the storm.

The fat girl opened her forehead just last night, and she suffered severe damage. At this moment, she could not force the demon ape out of her body again, nor could she prevent the magic weapon hanging on her neck. However, it didn't know where to take out a wooden stick, but it was also extremely fierce.

The tofu in the brine is made of tofu, and one thing is reduced to another. The fat girl doesn't know what temperament it has. It is not powerful, but when it appears, it makes the paper spirit in the field panic. Those paper spirits who are fearless dare not confront them and make way aside.

This situation made all of us very excited. Five people came out together and finally rushed to the front of the incense table. Sister Dai Qiao grabbed one of the little girls' braids and pulled them to the ground. I was full of resentment and did not care about being soft-hearted. She rushed forward and killed the red face mask with one sword.

As soon as the incense table fell, the paper spirit immediately became weak and weak. Someone came forward, walked away from the snail, and then retreated. There was also movement in the village. With a bang, the working group fired a gun to warn him.

The situation was over, and the man in black robe no longer entangled, but ordered his subordinates to evacuate.

But when they wanted to leave, I was reluctant to let go. I felt that I had killed several people. Not only was they not exhausted, but my blood was boiling. I shouted and ran wildly, chasing them towards the guys. I immediately ran away from the entrance of the village. Those people had never seen such a fierce opponent. I felt a little panicked for a moment. One of them immediately sprained his ankle and fell behind. I rushed up like a wild dog, hugged him tightly, and rolled into the paddy field next to me.

The paddy field was plowing one side, and there was water. Waiting for the transplanting rice seedlings, there was mud inside. We both rolled around. He held my wrist holding the sword, and my left hand grabbed his neck tightly. The two of them competed. The accomplice in front of him exclaimed: "Old Eight..."

The people from the Dharma Lobster Temple wanted to come over to rescue, but Dai Qiaojie and the three helpers rushed up. The man in black robe saw that there were soldiers chasing him with guns at the entrance of the village, and did not dare to stop, but pulled the man away.

I did not participate in the pursuit, but flew with this old eight in the mud field.

He was a strong man over 1.8 meters tall. With a fat sound, he squirted a smell of smell in his mouth, like a bear. However, even so, he was still afraid of me, because I was like a wounded wolf, biting him tightly and losing the little sword. I just grabbed his neck with my hands.
Chapter completed!