Especially the monks from the Wicked Temple who were surrounded in the middle of the field. After seeing that the old monk Bu'er whom they respected was killed by me on the spot, they looked at each other in disbelief. You know, the old monk Bu'er was in the Wicked Temple.
That was one of the top three beings, but now he stood in front of me, with blood all over his face and no longer alive.
On the other hand, the Doumen disciples surrounding the outside let out bursts of cheers. I killed Old Monk Bu'er with one sword. They felt the same and were all excited. When the alliance of tomb robber gangs on the other side saw this scene, they also
They were so surprised that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear. Many of them were secretly glad that they had come at the right time this time. Once they could make friends with me, it would definitely be a win-win situation.
"Junior brother Buer!"
A lamentation and roar came, and the old monk Buru's face turned extremely ugly. He almost watched helplessly as his junior brother stepped forward to challenge him, and then died in just a few seconds.
"How dare you, a young man, attack and kill Lao Na's junior brother!" the unruly old monk said angrily.
I raised my eyebrows slightly and said with a faint smile on my lips: "I said, when I come back here, the only thing waiting for you is destruction!"
"Do you really think that I, the evil temple, is easy to bully? The evil temple has hundreds of years of foundation, but how can you, a bunch of rabble, be destroyed?"
"The Temple of Evil is in the state it is today because of you two old and disrespectful guys. Oh, not only do you not repent, but you even beat me up!" I said.
The unruly old monk was speechless, and the white eyebrows at the corners of his eyes trembled with anger. He held a pair of black wooden fish in his hand, and said with a cold look in his eyes: "Disciples, listen to the order, the hundreds of years of inheritance of the Wicked Temple cannot be broken.
, We vow not to give up with the enemy tonight!"
The old monk Bu Ru made an impassioned speech, which inspired all the monks of the Evil Temple to get excited. I glanced around and saw that there were still more than 500 disciples of the Evil Temple left in the middle of the field. Most of them were very skilled. This fierce battle tonight was inevitable.
avoid.
In the crowd not far away, Uncle Zheng smoked an old dry cigarette and nodded slightly. Immediately behind him, several young men stood up, standing in two rows. The one in front was half squatting, with a round-rimmed war drum tied to his back.
Behind them, several other people held gavels.
"clatter!"
"Da da..."
A burst of passionate war drums suddenly cut through the night, with a distinct rhythm. The drums shook people's hearts, and the listeners' expressions changed suddenly. After hearing the drums, countless Doumen disciples also roared and shouted according to the rhythm of the drums!
"Fight! Fight! Fight!!"
"Hold my battle sword, hold my brother in my arms, march forward indomitably, and fight in all directions with my clothes stained with blood..."
The exciting war song rang out from the mouths of the Doumen disciples. I was startled, as if this was a song I had left to Uncle Zheng and the others. Unexpectedly, they changed this song into a war song.
"Shopkeeper, this is our Doumen's war song, is it okay?" Niu Jianguo shouted with a grin. The man's voice was still the same, but his arm was missing, but this did not affect the fighting spirit on his face at all.
"The war song is feasible, but I want to see how your fighting power is!" I said.
"Look at it, shopkeeper!" Niu Jianguo picked up a hammer with one hand. I estimated it weighed at least thirty or fifty kilograms. I didn't expect that Niu Jianguo had become stronger after being injured last time.
Quite a few.
In the high-spirited war song, the children of Doumen took the lead in attacking!
Niu Jianguo rushed to the front, carrying a heavy hammer. Wherever he passed, the shouts of killing were deafening. There were only a hundred brothers under his hands, but his charge was like a sharp knife.
He plunged into the queue of monks at the Evil Temple.
Then came the bloody moment. In the night, the cold wind was filled with the smell of blood. The Doumen disciples and the monks from the Wicked Temple were fighting each other. Although the monks from the Wicked Temple were very skilled, none of the Doumen brothers were afraid to retreat!
"Children of the Qin family, follow me to attack!"
A cold shout came, and three hundred Qin family disciples, led by Qin Shisan, joined the battle aggressively. They were well-trained, and they immediately made the monks of the Evil Temple feel like they were slapped on the head.
"Brothers, stop watching and let Shopkeeper Chen see our strength." The alliance forces of the tomb robber gang also took action. They were not many in number and most of them were not very skilled, but they were the icing on the cake.
The children of the Duanmu family led by Duanmulei were the last ones to join the battle. I took a look and found that the people from the family were really great. Although Duanmulei was a playboy, the people he brought out were not rookies. They were all skilled with swords.
The blood-licking existence quickly killed all the monks in the evil temple as soon as it entered the battlefield...
In fact, this was a battle that lost all suspense. The old monk Bu Ru stood in the middle, commanding more than 500 disciples of the Evil Temple to resist desperately. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He organized several assaults, but they were all beaten.
The disciples of Doumen collapsed. For a time, there were fewer and fewer monks from the evil temple beside the old monk Buru. Occasionally, a few monks with superior strength wanted to break out, but they were not stopped by Wu Dayong and others, and they fell to Zhuge Yushu's sword.
Down.
In less than a few minutes, the veins on the old monk Buru's face were exposed. After he saw several of his disciples lying in a pool of blood, a cold look suddenly flashed in his eyes.
He gathered together the remaining disciples of the Evil Temple. These people were accustomed to doing evil and were already like grasshoppers on the same rope as the unruly old monk, so most of them would rather die than surrender.
The old monk Bu Ru saw that the situation was over. Suddenly, he roared and stopped everyone around him.
"Chen Huafan, what good will it do to you if you destroy the evil temple?" said the old monk Buru.
I shook my head lightly.
"If there is no benefit, how about I make a deal with you?" said the old monk Bu Ru.
I wasn't very interested, but I couldn't see the old Confucian monk's anxious look, so I simply said, "Tell me about it."
"You want to destroy the temple just because you want to take revenge. Those disciples who hurt your sweetheart are already dead. Instead of killing you any more, I might as well give you a good thing." The old monk Bu Ru paused and continued.
: "The Wicked Temple has been passed down for hundreds of years and has collected countless rare treasures, but no one knows about one of the treasures that is the most important thing in the temple."
"What?"
"This temple-protecting treasure involves the secret of the ancient ruins. As long as you let me go, this treasure will be given to you..."
Yes, this old bald donkey really still wants something. I focused my eyes and said calmly: "Compared to the treasure of the temple, I want another thing more!"
"What?"
"Your life!" I continued resolutely: "Everyone, listen to the order. All the evil monks in the temple who are stubbornly resisting tonight will not be spared. Those who do not surrender will be killed without mercy!"