Chapter 77

Yan Dufei whispered to Li Qiufeng: "This old guy is so loud. He actually claims to be Liu Kang's old friend. Do you know this person?"

Li Qiufeng was also wondering who the old man named Yang was. When Yan Dufei asked, he could only shake his head and said, "I don't know until I see his face."

At this time, the old man surnamed Yang said: "Did Mr. Liu Ge leave any words in Baosha?"

The great lama pondered for a moment and said: "Lao Liu Ge stayed in the small temple for a few days. Every day he just visited the mountains and rivers, drank tea and talked about Taoism. There was nothing important. But on the day before he left, he wrote a poem

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The old man surnamed Yang laughed and said: "He is so excited that he actually came here to recite a poem and write a poem. I wonder what is written in this poem?"

The great lama said: "I only heard him recite it once, so I didn't write it down. Mr. Liu Ge refused to leave any calligraphy treasures. I only remember a line in the poem that said 'demons and monsters steal the sky'..."

Yu Changyuan and others were all men of the world. When they heard the word "demon monster", they had no idea what it meant. They turned to look at Li Qiufeng and Yan Dufei. Yan Dufei was also puzzled. Li Qiufeng said: "This

The meaning of the sentence is that there are some bad people who want to collude to take over the world."

The old man surnamed Yang sneered and said: "Isn't he also a 'monster'? We all are equal, and no one should laugh at anyone who is dirty."

The great lama didn't know what he meant, so he could only remain silent.

A very tall and thin old man and a young man with a resolute face have arrived in front of the Lama Temple. The young man said: "The smell of blood will disappear here. Those three people entered the temple."

The old man said: "Then just go in. It's just that the trapped beasts are still fighting. When they have no way to retreat, that's the most terrifying time. Don't be too trusting."

At this time, Zhuang Hengyun and others had followed the old man named Yang back to the main hall, and there was no one guarding outside the temple. The old man and the young man pushed open the temple door, and Shi Shiran walked in.

Zhuang Hengyun stood next to the big lama. He looked up and saw the temple door opening, and an old man and a young man walked into the courtyard. The two people did not walk very fast, but they walked like Yue Linyuan, with a formidable momentum.

When Zhuang Hengyun saw the old man, his expression immediately changed and he involuntarily took a few steps back. When no one in the temple was paying attention, he quietly slipped out of the back door.

When Yu Chang saw Zhuang Hengyun's face pale, he staggered out of the hall, stood up immediately, and whispered: "Second brother, what happened?"

Zhuang Hengyun said in a trembling voice: "Then, those two people are here. The old one is the one who killed Xu En in the tomb of King Xingxian..."

Yu Changyuan's expression suddenly changed. He Yi stepped forward and said, "You had already listened to my idea and buried the gunpowder in the yard. Why should you panic?!"

Yu Changyuan said with a gloomy face: "At this point, what's the use of talking about this? Fortunately, we have never met these two people, so we just pretend that we don't know him. If we are pressed hard, we can simply call the man named Xiao

Hand over the boy and the girl from the Murong family, hey, then let Murong Qiushui go find him and fight for his life."

Li Qiufeng's heart trembled, and he secretly scolded Yu Changyuan for being shameless. At this moment, Xu Yingyang quietly came out of the room and said to Yu Changyuan: "Since the other party is here, we might as well go to the main hall and have a look."

Yu Changyuan said: "What Mr. Xu said is true. You have to face each other sooner or later. It's better to do it as early as possible."

Everyone quietly walked into the main hall from the back door. Li Qiufeng was at the end and turned around to look at the monk's room where Murong Danyan was. He felt that Murong Danyan seemed to be standing behind the door and staring at him. He thought to himself: It's all about fighting.

Even if I take my life, I must keep her safe.

Murong Danyan stood behind the door and looked through the crack in the door. She saw Li Qiufeng looking towards her. She could not help but tremble slightly and moved her eyes to the side involuntarily. When she looked out the door again,

Li Qiufeng has already entered the main hall.

I saw twenty or thirty people standing tall and short in the hall. An old man sat on a chair in the middle, wearing a green cloth robe and a gauze hat. Three long locks of beard were flowing on his chest, with a happy expression. The big lama stood beside him.

, with a very respectful expression.

I saw two people, an old man and a young man, walking from the temple gate to the main hall.

The high lama heard Murong Danyan tell how Xiao Zhanpeng was injured. When he saw these two people, his expression changed immediately. He clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name tremblingly.

When the old man named Yang saw the great lama's sudden change in appearance, he felt quite strange and said, "Great Lama, is there something wrong?"

The big lama said in a trembling voice: "No, no, it's okay, just... please..."

At this point, when I saw the two people had arrived in front of the main hall, my teeth were chattering and I couldn't say any more.

I just heard the old man outside the hall say to the young man: "When facing an enemy in battle, of course you have to kill him with one move, and you don't have to drag your feet. If you are chasing your opponent, you must press forward step by step to leave him a glimmer of hope, so that he can finally be forced into the enemy's territory.

Only when he is in a desperate situation will he be completely desperate. This is more rewarding than killing him with a sword. At this moment, these people are calm on the surface, but they are frightened to death in their hearts and have lost all their fighting spirit. At this time, they take action to kill.

, is the best time.”

Although the old man's voice was not very loud, everyone in the hall heard it clearly. The old man named Yang made a sound and stared straight at the old man who spoke. At this moment, Xu Yingyang saw him.

His face was so shocked that he almost screamed.

At this time, two men of the old man named Yang had stopped in front of the palace gate and said fiercely to the old man outside the palace: "Who are you, and what are you talking about here?"

The young man said in a deep voice: "Get out of the way!"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, then became furious. The man on the left opened his palms and struck the young man's head with a palm.

There was only a "pop" sound, but the young man did not draw his sword. His long sword had penetrated the man's lower abdomen, and the tip of the sword came out from his back. The man made a "ho ho" sound, as if he didn't believe himself.

eyes. The young man slowly pulled the sword out of his body, took out a snow-white silk scarf from his left hand, slowly wiped the blood off the sword, and then put it back into the scabbard.

The man fell to the ground and died instantly.

When the man on the left saw his companion being killed by a young man, his face changed with fright, and his body actually trembled slightly.

The young man ignored him and threw the silk scarf in his hand to the ground, covering the face of the man he killed. Then he walked up the steps of the hall step by step.

The tall and thin old man put his hands behind his back and smiled as he watched the young man walk up the steps. The two ends of his umbrella were exposed from behind him. He looked quite relaxed.

The old man named Yang didn't care. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He put the tea cup back on the table and looked at the young man thoughtfully, but said nothing.

At this time, the young man had entered the hall. He looked around at everyone in the hall and said word by word: "There is a man who was seriously injured and brought two women with him. Where are they now?"

When the great lama saw this young man murdering people in front of the temple, he was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder burst. Hearing that he was looking for Xiao Zhanpeng and others, he thought: It would be better to hand over those three people, and they might be able to escape this disaster. Thinking of this, he

He said in a trembling voice: "The few people this little donor is looking for..."

As soon as he said this, he heard someone say: "Not here."

This sentence was so cleverly chosen that if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't have been able to tell that it was said by two people. The young man's expression changed and he said, "Who said that?"

"Me!" As soon as he finished speaking, I saw one person walking out of the group of people next to the Buddha statue. This man was in his mid-twenties, dressed in gray clothes, holding a long black sheath knife in his right hand, with a smile on his face. He was staring at the young man.

The young man said: "You lied!"

That person was Li Qiufeng. He shook his head and said, "I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, you can take a look. Are there any of them in this palace?"

The young man looked around and suddenly noticed that several lamas were trying not to smile. After thinking about Li Qiufeng's words carefully, he realized that he was making fun of himself. He was furious and wanted to draw his sword with his right hand.

At this moment, the tall and thin old man behind him shouted: "Be careful!"

However, before he drew his sword, the figure in front of him was shaking. The young man knew that something was wrong. He raised his right foot a little, and his body already jumped into the air lightly, and retreated straight out of the palace.

It's just that Li Qiufeng was faster than him. Before he reached the entrance of the hall, Li Qiufeng was already in front of him, and the long knife in his right hand was like snow, slashing straight towards the young man's neck.

The young man had practiced swordsmanship with the old man since he was a child. Although he was only twelve years old, he had killed dozens of martial arts masters with his sword. However, he had always been the only one to attack others, but he had never been overtaken by others. After listening to Murong Danyan's account of Xiao Zhanpeng's defeat at the young man's sword, Li Qiufeng figured out a way to defeat the enemy. That was to strike faster than the young man, and just force him to be unable to take action. With this young man's martial arts skills Experience will definitely lead to chaos and defeat.

Li Qiufeng's calculation was really accurate. The young man had already fallen into the trap set by Li Qiufeng before he made a move. Only then did he realize that compared with this man, he had very little experience in the world. He couldn't help but feel fear in his surprise and suspicion. Seeing Li Qiufeng's long sword The cold light flashed and struck straight at his neck. But he was in mid-air, with no way to rely on him. He was so frightened that he even forgot to draw his sword, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death.

At this moment, the young man knew the state of mind of those people in the world who died under his sword, and secretly sighed in his heart: "Retribution, retribution!"
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