"It's over." Zhou Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Leave me alone!"
Xu Qingluo slapped him angrily: "Stop blabbering and save some energy!"
Zhou Yang said: "Uncle, I will never see me die. You go first, and I will stay behind."
He found Zhou Yu and Xu Qingluo, and soon they calmed down and looked better. The two women's complexions became a little worse.
"Master will wait until you are killed before taking action." Xu Qingluo said angrily: "Do you want to die?"
"I just want to taste what it's like to die!" Zhou Yang snorted.
Xu Qingluo said: "Then we'll fight until the last moment, and we won't talk until we die by then."
Zhou Yu interrupted what he wanted to say: "Little brother, stop talking."
"..." Zhou Yang closed his mouth and turned to look behind him.
The small black dots are getting bigger and bigger, which means that the pursuers are getting closer and closer. According to this speed, it is estimated that they will catch up in just a cup of tea.
"If it weren't for Uncle Master's Buddhist beads, we would have been surrounded and killed by their cavalry." Zhou Yang sighed: "Our cultivation is still not enough."
"Yeah." The three women nodded.
They were very proud before.
Even if they are not invincible in the world, if the four of them join forces to form a sword formation, they will have few opponents in the world.
This time the cavalry siege made them realize how weak they were.
This is tantamount to a wake-up call.
It was countless times better than Fa Kong telling them in their ears.
"I guess even if the monk comes here, there's nothing he can do." Chu Ling said unconvinced: "Who can stop me from being surrounded by so many cavalry?"
Xu Qingluo pushed Zhou Yang to run and said, "If it were Master, it would be impossible to surround him."
"...That's true." Chu Ling sighed.
Fakong has clairvoyance, he can foresee bad luck, he can avoid bad luck and seek good luck, and he cannot be surrounded by cavalry in a daze.
Of course, it is impossible to be ambushed, chased, and surrounded by those martial arts masters.
Therefore, even if his martial arts skills are not that strong, he is safe and worry-free and can avoid dangerous dangers and masters in advance.
Zhou Yu said softly: "Senior brother has great supernatural powers, but he also needs the assistance of martial arts to display his power. Otherwise, there is still danger."
Strange stones and treasures like the turbid stone may interfere with the use of clairvoyance.
So martial arts is fundamental.
Chu Ling said: "I think the monk's magical power is powerful, but his martial arts is not that strong. He will be in the same embarrassing situation as us, so we have nothing to be ashamed of."
Zhou Yang nodded.
He also felt that the sword formation formed by the four people was powerful enough to protect themselves in this world.
Unfortunately, we were unlucky this time. The border patrol officer was so difficult to deal with, so he first dispatched the cavalry and then the martial arts masters.
"Huh?" Xu Qingluo was suddenly startled and her footsteps stopped abruptly.
As soon as she stopped, Zhou Yang was dragged forward by Zhou Yu's hand, and his back left her jade palm.
He also turned to look back at Xu Qingluo, and found that Xu Qingluo had stopped and looked directly behind him. He looked over and noticed something strange, and couldn't help but stop.
Zhou Yu and Chu Ling also stopped.
But I saw a figure standing not far away, with a thin and tall figure, like a pine tree standing proudly in front of the cliff, facing the howling wind.
They could tell at a glance who this figure was, it was Fakong.
But at this time, Fakong was dressed in a black robe, which not only covered his body, but also his bald head.
Although everything was wrapped up, they had been around Fakong all the time, how could they not recognize him.
Fakong slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist and pointed it diagonally at the dozens of border patrol masters who were rushing towards him.
Among the dozens of masters of the Border Patrol Division, half are masters of Shenjian Peak, and the other half are masters of other sects. There are a total of twelve great masters.
These people were all skilled in combined attacks, and their attacks at the same time were extremely powerful. Xu Qingluo's sword array could not block them.
Of course, that was the sword formation in an exhausted state, and its power could not be compared with that of the strong one.
But even so, these Border Patrol and Divine Sword Peak masters are so powerful that ordinary people, even if they are extremely tired and weak, can handle it or even solve it.
"What... is he going to do?" Chu Ling widened her bright eyes curiously and smiled: "You don't want to do it, do you?"
This was not what she expected.
"Well, we're about to take action." Xu Qingluo understood what Fakong was going to do, so she widened her eyes and said, "Watch it."
Fakong suddenly moved, using Qinggong like a wisp of smoke to greet the masters of the Border Patrol Department, and gently waved his sword.
His sword was extremely bright, and the blade seemed to be coated with a layer of water, glowing with a clear luster in the sunlight. It was not dazzling, but rather cool.
The long sword was nimble and light, gliding across the wrists one after another, avoiding the long swords, avoiding the real and hitting the weak, without any hindrance.
In just a dozen breaths, no one of the sixty masters was spared. Their wrists were cut off by the sword tip and their tendons were severed, and the swords fell out of their hands.
Fakong returned the sword to its sheath, and his figure turned into a wisp of smoke and flew towards the distance, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.
"This..." Zhou Yang's eyes lit up.
The scene just now was flashing through his mind, and he was flashing back to the swordsmanship performed by Fakong, which was beyond imagination.
The swordsmanship performed by the master just now was as if everyone in the Border Patrol Department had become puppets, cooperating with the master's swordsmanship to show off the exquisiteness of his swordsmanship.
These masters of swordsmanship pose no threat to the master, and I have experienced the power of these people before.
So amazing!
The experts of the Border Patrol Department averted their distant gazes and resumed their actions.
They glanced at the four Xu Qingluo who were standing there, and bent down to pick up their swords.
After picking up the sword, their eyes were filled with coldness. They shook the sword gently with their left hand and stared at the four people, wishing they could just come up and kill them.
But in the end he turned around and left.
Xu Qingluo chuckled and nodded: "These guys are very cautious!"
It was clear that they had caught up with the four of them and wanted to capture them, but there were complications. At this time, the master had already left, but they still did not dare to take action.
If it were an ordinary person, they really couldn't help it, and would just rush over and kill four of them first, hoping to get away with it.
But they endured it forcefully.
"They were scared out of their wits." Zhou Yu shook his head gently: "Senior brother's swordsmanship is really..."
Chu Ling's eyes shone brightly and she sighed softly: "I never expected that swordsmanship could be so powerful."
Zhou Yang was convinced.
Chu Ling's words spoke from his own heart. He really didn't expect that his swordsmanship could be so exquisite.
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Master is teaching us."
She understood what Fakong meant and told them to guard against arrogance and impetuosity and continue to practice hard, but they were still far behind.
"I don't see him practicing swordsmanship usually." Chu Ling said curiously: "How can his swordsmanship be so powerful?"
"Master is practicing elsewhere." Xu Qingluo shook her head: "You don't want us to see it, we can't see it."
"Where did the swordsmanship come from?" Chu Ling asked curiously: "The swordsmanship of Jingang Temple is not that powerful, right?"
This question made them extremely curious.
They ran back to the Medicine Valley in one breath and saw Fakong reading and drinking tea in a pavilion on the lake, leisurely and contentedly.
They hurried over, first thanked him, then reviewed the gains and losses, and then asked him about the sword skills he had performed previously.