Ji Xuanxuan's beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She suppressed her instinct to help and jumped to the side: "Junior sister, I will definitely avenge you."
"Revenge? What a beautiful idea!"
An eagle-like laughter came from the distance, the snow on the roof exploded, and a figure leaped over: "You can't leave..."
"roll."
Ji Xuanxuan saw murderous intent and thrust out her sword in an attempt to force him back. She would never let her junior sister's sacrifice be in vain.
"By you?"
Lin Dong did not dodge this, he sneered and pulled off his cloak, and danced wildly like a canopy, covering Ji Xuanxuan.
Tsk tsk...dang, bang!
The cloak is not made of ordinary silk, but it can actually wrap around the sword blade without breaking.
The two hurriedly fought several times in mid-air, and Ji Xuanxuan felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth. The long sword had been swept away by the cloak, and then her shoulder was broken by a palm.
"Senior sister..."
When Liu Ruoyu saw this scene, she was immediately confused. Then she was stabbed in the abdomen with a sword, opened her mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, and staggered to the ground.
Ji Xuanxuan was closely followed. Before she could even get up, she was kicked by Lin Dong in the waist and abdomen, completely losing her ability to struggle.
From beginning to end, their desperate struggle only cost the life of one Liansheng disciple.
"Amitabha."
A blurry figure instantly appeared in front of Ji Xuanxuan and the two of them: "Almsgiver, please forgive others if you can."
Buzz!!
The swastika seal appeared, as dark as blood.
Accompanied by the deafening sound of chanting, several Liansheng believers were struck by lightning and were severely injured in an instant, falling to the ground in a state of embarrassment and bleeding.
"Monk? Blood coagulation realm?"
Lin Dong's pupils suddenly shrank, and his vigilance was raised to the highest level. He stared at the old monk in front of him as if facing a formidable enemy, his face changing with gloom and uncertainty.
The few conspicuous talismans just now, as red as blood, are the expression of the power of blood.
If the monk hadn't deliberately shown mercy, these men would have had no chance of surviving.
"May I ask your name?"
Lin Dong asked solemnly, and at the same time made a few gestures to tell his subordinates not to act rashly for the time being.
He keenly noticed that the monk's complexion was not very good, as if he was injured. This discovery gave him an idea.
Maybe the monk is not showing mercy, but the injury is too serious and he cannot do it...
"Amitabha."
The monk endured the severe pain caused by the injury, put his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, lowered his head slightly and said, "Old monk Mingde."
"Master Mingde?"
Lin Dong's expression changed slightly, and he asked in confusion: "But Master Mingde from Mingwang Temple?"
"Donor's knowledge."
The monk nodded and sighed: "Mingwang Temple has been destroyed by the demon Hanyu Jiao. There is no Mingwang Temple in the world."
When Lin Dong heard his admission, most of the wariness in his heart disappeared immediately, and the confident smile returned to his face: "Master, do you have to intervene in this matter?"
"The old monk has some connections with the Xuanjian Sect."
The monk glanced at Liu Ruoyu and Liu Ruoyu and said firmly: "So we can't just sit idly by and hope that the donor will be lenient and spare others."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Dong suddenly shouted: "Do it."
In an instant, the surrounding Liansheng cultists suddenly took action, quickly grabbed a dozen villagers, and put swords on their necks.
"you……"
The monk could no longer maintain his composure and said angrily: "Since the donor's target is the two of them and me, why do we involve innocent people?"
Lin Dong stood with his hands behind his hands and said with a proud face: "If I don't capture some hostages, I'm afraid the master will not be willing to hand them over."
"What on earth do you want?" Sadness appeared in the monk's eyes.
Lin Dong patted a child on the head and threatened: "It's very simple, trade these villagers for the two of them and see how the master decides."
"Let me go."
The child struggled angrily, opened his mouth and bit his finger, and shouted vaguely: "Bad guy, I'm not afraid of you."
Lin Dong's fingertips suddenly shook, shattering several of the child's teeth. He snorted and slapped his soul: "You dare to bite me? You are seeking death."
Poof!
The child froze on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning, and blood immediately spurted out from his seven orifices. He didn't even utter a scream, and became silent on the spot.
"don't want……"
Liu Ruoyu's eyes were bloodshot, and she reluctantly got up from the ground, picked up the sword and rushed over: "You beast, how can you kill a child?"
"Don't be impulsive." The monk suppressed his anger and reluctantly stopped Liu Ruoyu.
"Master, thank you for your help."
Ji Xuanxuan looked around at the surrounding villagers and said decisively: "But the villagers are innocent. Since he wants to arrest us, then..."
Hey, hey, hey~!
The sound of horse hooves suddenly came from not far away.
Although the sound was silent, it attracted the attention of people from several directions.
One of the believers squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Vice-rudder, I don't know the person coming. He is not our brother."
"Brother Ming?"
Liu Ruoyu looked excitedly at the young man coming on horseback, and shouted in surprise: "Brother Ming is here."
"Young Master Zuo?"
Ji Xuanxuan's beautiful eyes lit up, but after seeing Lin Dong and others, she couldn't help but smile sadly: "No matter how strong the young master is, he is still alone."
There are at least seven or eight pursuers on Lin Dong's side, all of whom are at the fourth level of body tempering. How could Zuo Chongming defeat them?
When Liu Ruoyu heard this, she couldn't think too much and shouted: "Brother Ming, let's go quickly, let's go quickly... They have a large number of people, go and report to the official."
"Go deal with him." Lin Dong frowned and said impatiently.
"yes."
Several subordinates looked at each other, and in tacit agreement, they held their swords and rushed towards Zuo Chongming at the entrance of the village.
"They are all in the body-tempering realm."
Zuo Chongming raised his sword and dismounted, looking at Lin Dong and others with extremely hot eyes: "This is a lot of cultivation value."
"idiot."
The bearded man saw that instead of running away, he actually smiled, and his mood suddenly became bad: "You are brave enough to give you a pain... Bang!"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the side of his head, and then his head exploded, leaving a headless corpse staggering to the ground.
[Tip]: "Kill a fourth-level warrior in the Tempering Realm and obtain 100 cultivation points."
The expression on the other person's face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help but tremble on his face, and shouted with a fierce expression: "You actually..."
[Tip]: "Kill a fourth level warrior in the body tempering realm and gain 100 cultivation points."
"Why is there so much nonsense?"
Zuo Chongming spat and walked towards the remaining people with a clear goal.
His gait seems to be slow when he walks, but he walks like a ghost without leaving any trace in the snow.
What's even more creepy is that there is a lifelike afterimage left on the spot.
"Something capable."
Lin Dong's eyes gradually became serious. The other party managed to kill two of his men in just the blink of an eye. His strength should not be underestimated.
But what made him even more disgusting was the timing of Zuo Chongming's appearance.
Originally, Liu Ruoyu and the others were ready to capture her without mercy. Lin Dong only had to threaten the villagers, so the monk was not worried.
But Zuo Chongming appeared at this juncture, and his strength was extremely extraordinary, which instantly made the situation weird.
ps: Tickets, I want tickets, I want rewards... Qiuqiu.