Seeing them like this, Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "In that case, let's try their skills."
"We fight side by side!" Monk Haiming said solemnly.
They were asked to leave Xu Qingluo and the four of them behind and flee back to Fumo Temple. They couldn't do it, and they couldn't pass the test in their hearts.
They will feel that they are too weak and what is the use of practicing martial arts hard?
Zhou Yu said softly: "Master Haiming and Brother Fakong once said that the most important thing in walking in the martial arts world is to put life first."
Monk Haiming looked at her without knowing why, and then quickly turned away, not daring to meet her eyes.
Xu Qingluo said: "That's my master."
Monk Haiming nodded.
Xu Qingluo shook her head.
It seems that they don't know the master's reputation at all.
Zhou Yu said softly: "To judge whether to advance or retreat, you must completely isolate yourself from interference. Don't be affected by emotions and self-doubt. The most important thing is to avoid being arrogant and taking yourself too seriously. You must run away as soon as something goes wrong and be timid.
It’s not that I’m afraid of things, it’s that I’m afraid that I can’t stand being timid and afraid of things.”
Monk Haiming and the other six men pondered.
Xu Qingluobai and the others glanced at each other and said, "If you don't suffer a loss, you won't have a long memory. Uncle Zhou, it's useless for you to say more."
Zhou Yu nodded lightly.
If they knew the name of Senior Brother Fa Kong, they would consider these words carefully, but if they didn't know the name of Senior Brother Fa Kong, they would just ignore it and not take it seriously.
She secretly felt pity, but said nothing more.
"Hehe..." Amidst the sneers, sixteen middle-aged men floated down and surrounded Xu Qingluo and the others.
At the moment, middle-aged Junyi took a step forward and stood with his hands behind his back. Junyi had a faint sneer on his face: "Miss Xu, you can't escape this time."
Xu Qingluo said: "Do you know where this is?"
Junyi, a middle-aged man, said calmly: "You don't need to know."
"It seems that he doesn't know." Xu Qingluo said: "Let me tell you, this is the territory of Fumo Temple."
The handsome middle-aged man turned to look at his companion.
Their eyes flashed and they shook their heads slightly. It was obvious that they had never heard of Fumo Temple. Even Da Gan people didn’t know about Fu Mo Temple, let alone Dayun.
Xu Qingluo chuckled softly: "Fumo Temple is not an ordinary temple. The martial arts of the eminent monks in the temple are amazing. It was a wise move for you to withdraw before. You could obviously escape with your life, but why did you come here to die again?"
Junyi, a middle-aged man, said coldly: "No matter what Fumo Temple or Fushen Temple is today, they can't save you!"
"What a loud tone." Xu Qingluo stalled for time and winked at Hai Ming and the others.
Hai Ming was still very clever. At this time, he did not dare to look at Xu Qingluo. Instead, he kept staring at her, nervous and excited.
Seeing Xu Qingluo's eyes, he shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"
The sound of the Buddha's name spread out loudly.
"Shut up!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, shouted, his eyes glaring at Haiming like lightning: "Young monk, don't seek death!"
"Amitabha." Monk Haiming was timid and shy in front of Xu Qingluo, but he was calm and magnanimous in front of the handsome middle-aged man, showing no fear of his great master's aura: "Dear donors, this is the Demon-Conquering Temple!"
"So what about Fumo Temple!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, said coldly: "If Fumo Temple doesn't know what it means, it will destroy you as well. It's still too late to get out of here!"
"Amitabha!" Monk Haiming shouted, his voice getting louder.
There are so many great masters, six of them plus Miss Xu's four, I'm afraid they are no match, so they still have to greet the master and the others.
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Master Ci'en has arrived. If you don't leave now, then don't think about leaving again."
"Amitabha!" The sound of the Buddha's trumpet, like a bronze bell, vibrated among the trees and roared in everyone's ears.
Monk Ci'en had already appeared next to Xu Qingluo. He looked at the handsome middle-aged man solemnly and said, "Everyone, please retreat."
"Monk, are you going to meddle in other people's business after all?" Junyi, a middle-aged man, said coldly.
Monk Ci'en said slowly: "I can't just watch Master Fakong's disciples being harmed."
Junyi, a middle-aged man, frowned and said, "I gave you face last time. This time, it's your turn to retreat."
Monk Ci'en shook his head: "All donors, it's better to leave. The poor monk doesn't want to go on a killing spree here."
"Ha!" Junyi, a middle-aged man, laughed.
He turned to look at the rest of the crowd.
Everyone also laughed.
They looked at Monk Ci'en jokingly, as if they were watching a joke, but they were actually amused by Monk Ci'en's tone.
The monk's tone was too loud.
After meeting so many of their great masters, instead of being frightened and frightened, but instead talking like this, is he crazy?
The handsome middle-aged man waved his hand.
Two middle-aged men floated up the tree and flew away lightly. They were already next to the Fumo Temple, monitoring the movements of the Fumo Temple.
The middle-aged Junyi did not hear that his companions did not send a signal, which meant that only Monk Ci'en was coming.
Then there's nothing to worry about.
Xu Qingluo sighed: "Master, let's go first. If we are really going to lose, it's not too late for Master to take action."
Monk Cien nodded lightly.
Xu Qingluo looked at Junyi, a middle-aged man: "Okay, no need to be nagging, let's do it."
"Choke!" The antique long sword hanging on her thin waist was unsheathed. The sword's blade was bright and flawless, and the cold air overflowed, causing the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly.
The handsome middle-aged man couldn't help but look over, greed flashing in his eyes.
He saw how extraordinary this sword was.
In particular, he could feel the strange power faintly flowing through the sword.
As the grand master of the Mysterious Sect, he is particularly sensitive to spiritual power, and he has never discovered that the divine sword actually has spiritual power.
Xu Qingluo has a strong mental power and has been practicing with this sword, so unknowingly, the sword body has been wrapped in a layer of mental power.
This was caused by long-term immersion. Although it was vague, it was sensed by the handsome middle-aged man.
Zhou Yu, Chu Ling and Zhou Yang unsheathed their swords at the same time.
The four of them stepped forward and formed a sword formation. The improved and optimized dust sword formation was activated.
The light of the sword is like thousands of pear blossoms.
"Kill!" middle-aged Junyi shouted.
The eight middle-aged men pounced on Xu Qingluo and the four others, while the remaining six stared at Monk Ci'en and Monk Haiming.
"Ding ding ding ding..." Amidst the clear chirping, muffled sounds continued to sound, and then they fell to the ground one by one.
In the blink of an eye, the eight middle-aged men were struck by swords and fell to the ground.
The handsome middle-aged man was staring closely at Monk Ci'en, with his back to them. When he heard a muffled groan, he felt something was wrong. He turned around and found that eight of his companions had fallen to the ground.
Blood gushed out from their hearts, their eyes widened, and they looked in disbelief.
Obviously they never expected it to end like this.
They always thought that Xu Qingluo and the four of them knew they were outmatched, so they tried every means to escape.
So eight people took action, and they were easy to catch.
However, within a few moves, he couldn't even clearly see the sword's power, and he felt the sword in his heart for no apparent reason.
Depending on their physique and tyranny, even if a sword is struck in the heart, they can survive for a while to take revenge.
But after the long sword pierced the center of the mouth, a strange force penetrated at the same time, which was as cold as ice to the bones, completely freezing their aura.
If the Gang Qi cannot be moved, it will be unable to stop the blood from gushing out, and it will be unable to squeeze out vitality, and will only die in front of its eyes.
"You..." Junyi, a middle-aged man, was furious.
Not only was he angry at seeing his fellow disciples being killed, but also at being deceived. A blazing fire surged in his heart, driving him to shout without hesitation: "Come together!"
The rest of the group rushed towards Xu Qingluo and the others.
"Ding ding ding ding..." With a clear sound, they all fell to the ground after being hit by swords, including the handsome middle-aged man who looked angry and puzzled.
"Amitabha!" Monk Haiming and the others chanted the Buddha's name.
The scene before them gave them a strong impact.
I have been practicing hard in the temple and have never come down from the mountain. I have never seen such a cruel scene.
Look again at Xu Qingluo's slight shake of the long sword, and the sharp sword blade returns to its sharp and flawless form, with no blood on it, and is returned to the sheath.
She looked calm and composed and said, "Thank you, Master."
Monk Ci'en looked at her with a complicated expression.
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Although the master didn't take action, he restrained half of their strength so that we could defeat them individually. Without the master, we would be in danger."
"A poor monk dare not take credit." Monk Cien sighed: "He is indeed a master disciple of Master Fakong."
This was the first time he saw such a stunning swordsmanship and such an astonishing sword formation, which actually activated his power several times.
The four of them formed a sword formation, and these people from the Mi Shen Sect couldn't do anything to them, and they had to be hunted down by them.
But I always thought that they needed my help, and they never refused or even thanked me.
Xu Qingluo shook her head and said: "If they didn't have the deterrence of the master, we might not be able to win if they let go... Master, killing people here is really..."
She looked apologetic.
It seems that I have dirty the pure land here.
Monk Ci'en shook his head and smiled, glanced at the six young monks who were in despair, and said, "Let Haiming and the others help clean up."
"yes."
After Monk Cien left, Monk Haiming and the other six people originally wanted to leave and quickly escape from this land of Shura.
But Xu Qingluo called them over and told them how to deal with the corpses and how to bury them. She also had to search them carefully and not miss anything.
This puzzled the six monks, Haiming and others.
Xu Qingluo knew at a glance that she was not an ordinary person. She didn't need to make a fortune, so why would she do such a thing?
Xu Qingluo explained with a smile that she needed to see what they had on them to determine their specific identities.
It is said that he is a disciple of the Mystic Sect, but it is still necessary to find out whether it is true or not, so as not to be framed.
Monk Haiming and the other six people immediately realized that she was right. At the same time, they felt that her thinking was thorough and rigorous, which they needed to learn from.
After the corpse was buried in the soil, a grave was built, and then he said goodbye and left, returning to the temple with the turbulent shock in his heart.
As soon as they left, Fa Kong appeared.
Xu Qingluo and the four others came to greet them one after another.
Fakong waved his hands, sat down at the big round wooden table, and looked at the things on the table, thoughtfully.
"Master, are these useful?" Xu Qingluo said.
She knew that Fakong could use objects to cast fate, and when she saw these objects, she could see the past of the owner of the objects.
This can be of great help in understanding the Mystic Sect.
Know yourself and the enemy, and Fa Kong will take action only when he is sure. Otherwise, he will hold back and observe again and again.
"It's useful." Fakong nodded slowly, flicked his sleeves, and all the items disappeared without a trace.