A very unfair battle is taking place on the outskirts of Lantian County, Jingzhao Prefecture. One of the parties fighting is Emperor Wu Li Zitong, one of the heroes in the late Sui Dynasty, and his right-hand man Le Botong. The one fighting against them is

More than a hundred well-trained Li and Tang soldiers.

This overwhelming disadvantage made Li Zitong feel a little desperate...

To be fair, he is definitely not a loser who has never seen battles.

From a poor man who made a living by fishing and hunting, he rose to the top in just a few years. At his peak, he occupied nearly two-thirds of the land of the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers, established a capital, and became the emperor of Wu.

, relying on his own bravery and extraordinary means.

Even if they are powerful soldiers, there are ten or eight people who are not in his eyes.

But the problem is that now he is facing hundreds of fully armed opponents, and there is only his good brother Lebotong beside him. As the saying goes, it is difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and a good man cannot stand against the crowd. Even if he is killing with all his strength.

, but to no avail.

The remaining people on the opposite side will still come up one after another after the people in front fall.

If Ma Sanbao hadn't planned to capture them alive and asked those who took action to carry sticks instead of spears, I'm afraid Li Zitong and the others would have been dug into a hornet's nest by now.

But even so, the two of them were stabbed alive from their horses with sticks.

"Grandmaster……"

Just when Li Zitong was feeling a little desperate, he suddenly remembered the eminent monk who promised to take them out of Chang'an City. That master was very powerful, so he should be able to do something about it, right?

While using the long knife in his hand to chop at the sticks that were thrown at him, he shouted loudly to the master.

"Don't worry about that Taoist priest, take us quickly..."

The voice stopped abruptly in the middle of the shouting, because at this time, wherever Li Zitong's eyes could see, the figure of the man in gray could no longer be seen at all.

So, the master... slipped away first?

"hehe……"

Ma Sanbao on the opposite side sneered.

"Li Zitong, don't expect that monster to save you. He was already beaten with blood by my master from the Taishi Bureau of the Tang Dynasty, and he ran away like a bereaved dog."

Ran away?

Still covered in blood?

Li Zitong suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and his heart felt as if he had fallen into ice water.

"What are you waiting for?"

Ma Sanbao waved his hand at the soldiers holding sticks.

"Why don't you put in more effort to take down this guy..."

"ha!"

After the soldier holding the stick shouted, the offensive quickly increased by three points.

puff!

Take one step and a lotus flower suddenly appears!

The gray figure seemed to be a ghost. In a blink of an eye, it was more than ten meters away, dragging out one after another image of its body.

Monk Yifan used all his strength to activate the Shenzu Tong, one of the six magical powers of Buddhism. This skill that should have been elegant and calm has been performed by him like a ghost parade. Although it looks ugly, the speed is very fast. For a while, no matter whether it is Kong

The Qing Dynasty's sword-wielding skills and the bamboo dragonfly's skills were both unable to catch up.

Yes, just as Li Zitong thought...

After seeing that the situation was over and that it was impossible for him to escape safely with Li Zitong and the others under the attack of this little Taoist priest, Monk Yifan did not hesitate to choose to make a strategic move by himself!

Now that nothing can be done, we must protect ourselves wisely.

Anyway, he is covering his face now. As long as he can successfully escape, no one can say for sure that it was him.

"This Taoist priest Qingwei is really insidious!"

Monk Yifan thought bitterly in his heart while using all his power to escape with his magical foot power.

The last time he fought against himself, not only did he deliberately not use all his strength, but he also used special methods to shield his sword spirit, giving himself the illusion that his attacks could not break through his own defense. There was also that kind of wave of his hand.

He didn't use the technique that could condense Qi into a weapon last time.

All this is to make yourself feel that his attack is nothing more than that, thus making you careless and underestimate the enemy.

But I was indeed careless and did not dodge!

As a result, the opponent broke his Vajra Curse in one fell swoop, cut off two of his fingers, and caused serious injuries to himself.

"Next time, the poor monk must not be like this..."

Just when Monk Yifan was reflecting in his mind, he suddenly heard a woman's voice coming from the side.

"Hide the wind and turn it into the water. When the water comes, the wind goes away. The earth's doors are closed, and the heaven's gate is opened...rise!"

Then, Monk Yifan felt his body sink, as if the air around him had turned into water. He felt waves of resistance in his movements, and it became very difficult to move.

He raised his feet and used his magic foot power, but he only took a difficult step forward.

This feeling, this pressure, a name suddenly came to his mind.

"Samaya Mandala·Peacock King Formation!"

"What nonsense! This is the wind-turning-water formation recorded in my Hidden Earth Eight Skills Scripture. Back then, Mrs. Shangyuan taught it to Qingxu Master Wang Bao, and then passed it on to Wei Huacun. Zhi Daolin and Yang Xipo

We have a friendship, so I got the teaching from Yang Xi. I saw all this with my own eyes..."

Following the words, a woman in white walked out from the side, brushed her long hair at the temples with her hands, and said calmly.

"So you monks are just dishonest. You are obviously stealing other people's things and then changing them into your own."

After seeing the appearance of this woman in white, Monk Yifan's face changed color instantly with every thought.

"Buddhism and Shintoism have always been like water in a well but never a river. I wonder why the venerable deity would be in trouble with a poor monk?"

"Can't you even see this?"

The sound of breaking through the sky and the voice of Kong Qing speaking came from the sky.

"Of course it's because the poor Taoist is more handsome than a thief monk like you, so I'll kill him!"

A ray of sword light fell from the sky and landed on Monk Yifan. Monk Yifan, who had quietly stepped back several steps while the beauty in white was speaking, slashed into the magic circle with his sword again.

middle.

Whoosh!

Kong Qing's body landed lightly on the ground, and he slapped his head at the beautiful woman in white.

"Thank you Madam Yan for your generous help!"

"It's not righteousness..."

Mrs. Jizhi waved her fingers and said in a soft voice.

"A bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner, we agreed."

"No problem, no problem..."

Kong Qing nodded repeatedly.

"When I deal with this thief monk and return to the temple, I will send it to Lady Yan."

Mrs. Dizhi pursed her lips and chuckled, then took a step to the side, signaling Kong Qing to continue.

"Monk Yifan, in order to bring trouble to the common people, you did not hesitate to let go of the thieves Li Zitong. You are truly a great traitor..."

Kong Qing pointed at Monk Yifan and said righteously.

"Today I must do justice for Heaven and root out evil!"

Buzzing…

Just as Kong Qing was speaking, the Gu Chen Sword on one side turned into a white light without any politeness and slashed directly from Monk Yifan's back.

Seeing that he was at the end of his rope, Monk Yifan closed his eyes helplessly and sighed. The string of beads hanging on his arm floated up again and began to rotate in the air, like a shield, towards the sword light in the air.

Welcoming him.

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

There were bursts of crisp sounds in the air, and the offensive of white sword light was like mercury pouring down the ground, while the rosary was spinning continuously, catching all the attacks.

"Vilya!"

Kong Qing waved his hand gently, and the sapphire on the Qi Ring in his hand lit up. Then Monk Yifan felt that the water-like air currents that bound him in the magic circle seemed to turn into sharp swords, and he raised his hands and feet.

It was like climbing on a mountain of knives.

"hiss……"

Monk Yifan frowned, and the unhealed wound on his chest oozed blood again.

"cut!"
To be continued...