The pagoda collapsed, and the weirdo was killed by the thunder sword.
The sickle's mouth spurted black blood, his aura was gray, and the transformed armor on his body was riddled with holes. The last one ran across it, forcing the enemy back. When he wanted to retreat, his instinct to survive had already retreated, and he saw that he had already been killed in succession.
The knife that struck twice, when its owner had been forced away, used the thin green-gray mist to cover up and struck again.
A sudden sword struck from an incredible angle. The sickle man tried his best and knew that he had no power to resist this sword. A trace of unwillingness flashed in his pupils, but under the threat of death, he still roared without hesitation,
"Help me quickly!!!"
The steel wire flicked, the skylight shattered, and two figures descended.
The fatal blow was suppressed by a golden seal with the character ‘swastika’.
The steel beams sprayed like spider threads and were stuck around the living room.
Chen Qingyan turned over and retreated. In an instant, he was out of the siege and appeared on the courtyard wall beside the pond.
The next moment, there was a loud bang and the whole house was reduced to rubble.
The fog outside disappeared at some point, and Chen Qingyan's face was solemn. From the two people who suddenly appeared, he felt a fatal threat. Both of them were masters who were not weaker than the Scythe Man... or even stronger.
The ruins shook and amidst the smoke and dust, three figures walked out of it. The leader was a monk.
"Why don't you run away?"
The handsome monk asked in a gentle tone, his blue cassock quickly getting soaked in the rain.
"This is my home, where can I run away to?"
Chen Qingyan took off the mask on his face, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a gloomy smile,
"You demolished my house and I'm very angry now."
The cold knife cut through the rain, bringing up an arc-shaped raindrop. There was a loud clang and the knife was blocked.
Chen Qingyan held a long knife in his hand and stared coldly at the dwarf attacking under the wall.
"Your hands are very hard."
At this moment, the knife edge that was cut with all the strength was hitting a pair of arms. The sharp blade only left a shallow blood mark on the skin.
The dwarf stared wide-eyed and said, "I feel pain."
"I can make you hurt even more."
With a flick of the brush, Chen Qingyan's arms danced into afterimages. Ding Ling clanged and struck with intensive slashes. The dwarf's arms were forcibly slashed with bloody marks. The marks continued to deepen with the superimposed slashes, and there was blood flowing out. Just look at it.
They looked like flesh wounds, but no bones were injured.
"It is indeed an iron arm."
Chen Qingyan stopped and held the long knife upright in front of him to observe, and found that a row of gaps had appeared on it.
This knife is useless.
He dropped the long knife, pulled out a second knife from his waist, and looked at the strange combination of indifferent onlookers in the ruins - the sickle man, the monk, the wire girl, and the dwarf who distanced himself from him.
"Why don't you come together?"
"We don't want to kill you." The monk said.
An angry look suddenly appeared on the sickle man's face, staring at the monk with cruel eyes.
"Oh?" Chen Qingyan raised his eyebrows, "You still want to know the whereabouts of Long Yan from me? Well, it seems that there is something about Long Yan that you attach great importance to."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Catch him, I have plenty of ways to make him talk." The charming woman who manipulated the wire said sharply, and she did the same. With a flick of the wire, it penetrated into the wall, and then
The pulled debris flew everywhere.
Chen Qingyan cut lightly with his long knife and cleverly cut off the steel wire that was shooting towards him.
His eyes don't know when to close.
The tightrope girl was trembling with anger. Was this because she looked down on her?
"I'm going to grind you into mincemeat."
The sleeves of the wire woman unfolded, and more steel wires shot out, overwhelming the courtyard wall, followed by a tightening, as if the hair was tied up.
"Die, you bastard! Huh!? No..."
The girl on the wire crossed her hands and clenched them tightly. The wire was divided into two bundles and tightened in Bai Nen's hands, but she did not feel too much resistance from the wire.
The sickle man's expression changed, and before he could take action, an afterimage flashed around him, and the monk had appeared on the unrecognizable courtyard wall, overlooking the surroundings.
"He escaped."
The monk looked at the dwarf standing behind the wall, "Why don't you stop it?"
No response.
The sickle man's nose twitched a few times and his expression changed.
The monk was silent for a moment, then silently walked up to the dwarf, stretched out his hand and pushed, and the dwarf's short body suddenly split in half, with blood and organs spilling all over the floor.
"You were fooled!"
The monk smiled, with destruction in his eyes.
...
Chen Qingyan took off his soaked clothes and put on a pair of clean, dry, but not well-fitting cloth clothes.
"trouble."
He muttered, glanced at the owner of the house who was knocked unconscious by him and was lying on the bed and would not wake up for a while, picked up the long knife on the ground, and continued to practice.
It rained all night, and Chen Qingyan also practiced all night.
The next day, the rain didn't stop.
Chen Qingyan, who was wearing a raincoat, stopped Lin Bo before he went out. After briefly informing him of what happened, he told him to stay at home without causing trouble, and then left directly.
Three days later, outside the city, Chen Qingyan was intercepted by a group of people. Those who intercepted him were none other than the sickle man, the monk and the wire girl.
"You guys are still catching up."
On the official road next to the wheat field, Chen Qingyan looked at the strange combination blocking the way opposite.
"Last time we left without saying goodbye, this time we made a special trip to give you a ride."
When the four words "give you a ride" fell, the monk's cassock floated, the golden light shone on his forehead, the golden seal of the swastika hung in the sky, and the powerful momentum spread like a substance.
Chen Qingyan looked up and saw that the monk had appeared above his head, with six hands coming out from his back, like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin with various Buddhist seals.
The swastika-shaped Buddha seal that had previously been hung high in the sky rotated, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere, illuminating the muddy road and wheat ears with a golden glow.
Once illuminated by the Buddha's light, Chen Qingyan was immediately bound by invisible restraints, as if a thousand pieces of gold were weighing heavily on him, forcing him to bow his head and kneel down.
He crossed his hands, holding the two knives at his waist, and slowly unsheathed the long knives.
At the same time, the monk's hands were clasped together, and the six palms that appeared out of thin air were covered with gold foil, and they were suddenly pressed down, like a cannonball fired, covering Chen Qingyan's position in an instant.
There was a loud boom, boom, boom, large and exaggerated fist marks suddenly appeared on the official road, and the wheat ears on the roadside were wiped away by the extremely fast and destructive force.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang——
The palm prints and the blade collided, sparks flew, and a large amount of gray and black smoke came out.
Chen Qingyan swung his two swords all over his body, leaving scratches in the void as fast as slender ropes being stretched. The spare sword hanging on his waist was trembling constantly, as if he was ready to take it out of its sheath at any time and attack his opponent.
"The current of sword justice!!!"
The tightrope girl blurted out, shocked.
The sickle man had already been armed with strange weapons, and silently rushed forward, surrounding and killing Chen Qingyan with the monk.
The tightrope girl, uncharacteristically, did not take action.
"Are you a disciple of Yue Ming Dojo?"
A roll of monk's cassock ghostly bound Chen Qingyan's two swords.
Chen Qingyan didn't answer, but he exerted force on his wrists, and the swords screamed, piercing the cassock as hard as cutting cowhide, and freed his two swords.
The Buddha's palm was pressed down, and the sickle fell down.
Chen Qingyan twisted the knife to resist, not being affected by the Buddha's light. He lowered his head and calmly avoided the Scythe Man's attack. At the same time, he kicked out with a whip kick and blasted the Scythe Man into the wheat field.
Ps: Sleep is so fucked up again. If you like it, it’s good that I have a practice room. Please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) Fortunately, I have a practice room. The update speed of Search Novel Network is the fastest on the entire Internet.