It snowed all night yesterday. As soon as it dawned, several Xuantian believers began to clean up. Several of them were wearing clothes that could barely keep out the cold. In the early morning cold wind, their faces were red from the cold.
Touching his hard and cold nose, one of them complained: "Why do we have to get up so early? Didn't we always clean the place in our own time in the past? Just because a protector came here?"
Another person quickly came over and covered his mouth, scolding: "Hush! Keep your voice down! I'm tired of living with you, how dare you arrange the guardian behind your back!"
"Bah, bah, that's what it is." The man who was wiped with a cold mouth said angrily.
"I said how did you..."
Before the other person finished speaking, he heard footsteps behind him. His body trembled several times. He quickly pulled his companion over and saluted the visitor: "I have seen the protector! I have seen the envoy!"
The leader of the guardians walked over without looking away, while the other envoy, who had dropped half a body, slowed down slightly and lightly swept the two servants responsible for cleaning. The two men immediately knelt down in the cold cold room.
In the snow, he didn't dare to get up until the other party was far away.
"well."
With a slight sigh, the messenger said in a somewhat shrill voice: "The boy in the family has not been trained well, and the Dharma Protector is laughing at him."
The man didn't care. There were traces of tattoos on his resolute face. He was none other than Protector Mo. He said with a smile: "Old Huang, you have been away from the capital for so many years. Why do you still speak in this tone?"
"I've gotten used to it a long time ago. I'm afraid I won't be able to change it in this life."
The yellow messenger shook his head sadly, and then showed a serious look on his face: "What happened, and why did the leader send you here?"
"It's hard to put into words."
Protector Mo let out a long sigh, stopped on the corridor and looked at the rising sun, and said in a sad voice: "Now that the event has reached a critical juncture, people everywhere are nervous, but at this time, both Ahua and Amin died, and together with the old man
He didn't come back."
"What a pity, Lao He."
Messenger Huang glanced at Protector Mo and asked, "Is Lu Hanjiang really so scary?"
Protector Mo's eyes gradually drifted away. He stretched out his hand to pick up a bit of snow from a nearby branch and watched it melt in his hands.
"Very strong," Protector Mo said after a while, "His martial arts skills are superior to mine, and I'm afraid he has reached the level of the two Dharma Kings."
"It's so terrifying?" A look of horror flashed in Huang Messenger's eyes: "Did you know that King Youyun has practiced the shadow-taking skill to the ninth level, and is only a hair away from reaching the tenth level of perfection?"
"Know."
Protector Mo spoke with a clear mind: "The real strength of Lu Hanjiang is probably on par with King Youyun. If the two of them fight to the death, I'm afraid it will be a lose-lose outcome at best."
"It's really unbelievable... that Meng Yuan has such deep thoughts that he secretly hides such a master." Messenger Huang said with some fear.
Xuantian Sect can be as powerful as it is today. Although conspiracy and tricks have played a role, what is more important is that they are strong enough. Under the leader are two guardian Dharma kings. They have played a role in the rise of Xuantian Sect.
plays an important role.
It can be said that without the two powerful Dharma Kings who cut off those troublesome obstacles, the Xuantian Sect would not be able to reach the height it is today.
You must know that Lu Hanjiang was just a quiet member of the Qianhu family a while ago. Now that he has been promoted, he suddenly reaches the level of the Dharma King of the Xuantian Sect. How can people not be surprised?
Seeing the change in his expression, Protector Mo couldn't help but laugh and comfort him: "But you don't have to worry too much, Old Huang. Fortunately, Old He's body is not in vain. News came back from the capital a while ago, and now the governor is here
The master is seriously injured and cannot recover. I heard that he is always a stand-in when he comes in and out. He is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, just trying to save a face."
"That's fine, but, alas..."
While Messenger Huang was sighing, he suddenly heard noisy sounds coming from outside. He frowned and looked back: "The people who went to die in Bielgu are back?"
"It's the team led by that boy Chen Ming, I guess. I haven't seen him for a long time... huh?"
As soon as Protector Mo finished speaking, a believer ran up to him in a hurry, pointed in the direction of the door in panic and said, "No, it's not good, sir! Someone is knocking on the door!"
"What did you say?"
Messenger Huang only felt a sense of confusion and even some absurdity. When did Xuantian Sect fall to the point where they were bullied?
Protector Mo pressed the believer's shoulder and asked coldly: "How many people are here?"
The man looked horrified and stammered: "No, I don't know!"
The originally timid boy suddenly changed into a fierce expression, took out a short knife and stabbed Protector Mo. Unexpectedly, the opponent was more skilled and had already seen through his disguise.
Protector Mo gave a cold shout, and gathered all the energy in his hand. He grabbed the blade with his bare hands, twisted it with force and easily took away the opponent's weapon. He then used his backhand to treat the opponent in his own way and stabbed him.
This person's chest.
The man fell into a pool of blood with a sense of unwillingness.
Messenger Huang had recovered from his initial shock. His face was as dark as water: "Whoever uses this method is not evil."
"Don't guess. It's likely that the Jinyi Guards have arrived. They like these conspiracy methods the most."
Protector Mo kicked the corpse away from his feet and strode outside: "Old Huang, hurry up and gather everyone. I'm afraid that boy Chen Ming is in danger, so we can only rely on us here!"
"Do not worry."
As soon as Messenger Huang turned around, he turned back to Protector Mo and said, "If things cannot be done, you must leave. The leader still needs your support."
"Old Huang...I know."
The Jin Yiwei was approaching fiercely, and Protector Mo had no time to be sentimental. After he solemnly agreed to the envoy Huang, he used Qinggong and jumped onto the outer wall.
At this glance, Protector Mo's heart suddenly froze. The number of Jinyi Guards far exceeded his imagination. I'm afraid this was not a temporary killing of thieves, but a premeditated encirclement and suppression.
Among the black trends, someone caught his eye. Judging from his clothing, he was a Fuqianhu, and he was probably the leader of the siege on their branch.
Protector Mo didn't talk nonsense. He took advantage of the high ground and stepped forward. The roc flew down like a roc with its wings spread out. He pulled out the dragon-patterned sword from his waist and slashed it down.
Liu Yishou came forward with his embroidered spring knife. After pouring his true energy, the two dazzling swords collided together, and the burst of air cleared a suitable battlefield for them.
When the two of them met, they just flashed their swords without saying a word. Liu Yishou used the regular Bian Jun sword technique. He slashed with one sword and used his strength to overwhelm others. If he had the upper hand, he would press forward. Each sword was faster than the other.
The other party had no chance to breathe.
But Protector Mo responded calmly. He didn't use his sword and retreated step by step. His momentum was completely suppressed. It wasn't until Liu gathered his strength and struck down with the sword that he raised the blade to block it, used the force to slide back, and held his hand at the same time.
The handle of the knife was pulled hard, and in an instant the handle of the knife was more than six feet long, and the long knife suddenly became a closed sword.
When Liu Yishou saw something was wrong, he immediately retreated, but Protector Mo struck out a crescent-shaped sword with lightning speed, causing cracks on the ground to spread outward in a fan shape.
Liu Yishou quickly used the knife to counterattack, but was shocked so much that his jaws split open. He had no choice but to take two steps back, tore a corner of his clothes and wrapped it around his injured palm. He stared at Protector Mo in surprise: "Array-breaking knife? What a mysterious person you are.
When did the thieves of the Heavenly Sect secretly learn the martial arts of my court!"