The husband's bangzi had already sounded four times, and even Hanyunxuan was quiet, only the red lanterns hanging at the corners of the eaves were swaying slightly, except for the sound of the wind, the entire Hengshui City was quiet.

At this time, several fires came from a distance, converging on the street outside the Chengdong Inn.

The men with torches were all dressed in black and masked, and seemed to be familiar with each other, and after a whispered conversation, three of them climbed up the wall, and by the faint moonlight, they lightly followed the wall of the inn to a courtyard in the southwest corner.

Soon, the three of them fell into the courtyard and were about to break open the door when a cough suddenly came from the corner.

Shocked to turn around, he saw a figure holding a long stick slowly pacing out of the shadows, and the moonlight was hitting the shining bald head.

"Are you the monk?" The three of them immediately raised their blades in their hands.

Yuan Xing smiled and didn't speak, the long stick in his hand stabbed the forehead of a person in front of him like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, he shot as fast as lightning, and the person fell down without reacting. Almost instantly, he stepped forward and turned, and the long stick changed to a sweep, and another one was knocked down. Turning again, the long stick slashed at the top of the last man's head with the sound of the wind.

In one breath, three people fell to the ground, and no one in the middle uttered a cry.

took out the hemp rope that had been prepared and tied the three of them firmly, and plugged the mouths of several people with rags, and Yuan Xing breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Awesome." Zhou Mo also came out of the corner at this time, and couldn't help but praise the scene in front of him.

"The donor is still looking for a place to hide, and the poor monk will go to see the situation." Yuan Xing gave a whispered command, and then used the light skills of Fang Dao Chang Sect to float outside the courtyard like a puff of smoke.

The fight just now gave Yuan Xing some confidence, and the enemy was easy to deal with, but he didn't take it lightly, and when he reached the outer wall of the inn and crossed the roof of the lobby, he tiptoed himself to the back, observing the situation on the street, he was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to make a move.

Fang Qiwu's words when he left made him very alert, this day can be described as trembling, he didn't even dare to enter the room at night, he and Zhou Mo squatted in a corner of the courtyard wrapped in a quilt, waiting for the enemy to come to the door. As for changing rooms or changing accommodations, or even leaving Hengshui directly, it is useless, he is in the open and the enemy is in the dark, and he is not familiar with life, and there are no relatives and friends to take care of him here, who can guarantee that the enemy will not be found if he changes places?

As for following Fang Qiwu, it is even more undesirable, she left alone, probably because things are tricky and she can't take care of the safety of the two of them, and it will become a burden if she doesn't follow well.

Perhaps, Daoist Fang is also entangled with the enemy at this moment. He sighed silently and looked at the moon in the sky. Today's spring rain is intermittent, and patches of dark clouds are still floating in the sky.

After waiting for a while, the opportunity came, and finally a cloud obscured the moon.

Even now, he stood up suddenly, and the twenty or so stones he had prepared in his hand shot at the masked people in the street like scattered flowers, but the target was not people, but the torches in their hands. And at the same time as he shot the stones, he soared into the air and jumped forward.

In a few cries of pain, the torches in the streets were either extinguished or fell to the ground and were extinguished by stagnant water. In an instant, the whole street was plunged into darkness, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Then there was a sound of breaking the air, and then there was a miserable cry, Yuan Xinghao had been blind for two years, fighting in the dark, his means and reactions were not much stronger than the enemy, and his perfect Arhat stick method was even more extraordinary, and there was no opponent like divine help.

By the time the moonlight poured down again, the wounded man was already lying on the ground.

knock out the last person who wails, and this is the real peace of mind. He had already observed, but he only saw these people in front of him, and since they were all cleaned up, they would be safe tonight.

But before he could catch his breath, a voice came from behind him, which made him startled and hurriedly turned around.

"I thought that two small fish would be cooked casually, but I didn't think it would be a little prickly." The man was a burly man, and his face could not be seen clearly in the dim light, except for the large axe on his shoulder that shone with a cold light.

"And that's not the uselessness of your men?" There was another slightly feminine voice, and Yuan Xing saw clearly that there was a tall and thin figure behind the strong man, dressed in black and masked like the group of people lying on the ground, and only those cold eyes could be seen clearly in the moonlight.

Yuan Xing stared at these two people vigilantly, it was not easy to provoke at first glance, how many people did Fang Dao Chang offend? After thinking about it, I was still ready to ask: "The poor monk and others have just arrived, and they have not offended anyone, so I don't know why they will work to deal with us and others?" ”

The strong man raised the axe in his hand: "Anyone who has anything to do with the demon road should die." ”

"Count you little monk unlucky." The masked man sneered: "Who let you go all the way with that demon girl surnamed Lan, my two brothers are one step late, and if you can't find her, you can only kill you to vent your anger." As he spoke, he pulled out the long knife behind him.

It was not to capture them alive and use them to blackmail Fang Qiwu, just because he had a long passage with Fang Dao, he was going to be targeted and attacked by the other party, and he didn't ask the reason, the purpose was just to vent his anger.

Yuan Xing is really the first time I have seen such a person. It's rare to have such an unreliable reason, the other party is so unscrupulous and unscrupulous, this is obviously not a good person.

Lazy to say anything, he stepped forward with a stick and fought with the two. The two people in front of him alone are about the same strength as him, and the other party cooperates tacitly, and after a few moves, he is a little unable to resist.

He couldn't be so passive, Yuan Xing's mind turned sharply, and after a while, he had an idea, and suddenly pulled back his stick, jumped onto the houses on the side of the street, and ran towards the center of the city by stepping on the tiles.

......The strong man and the masked man didn't think much about it, and hurriedly followed.

These three people chased me and fled, during which they turned over the house and moved around. "Light Water Flowing Waves" is not only light and beautiful, but also very fast, although Yuan Xing has just learned, he has already started, and he can already throw the other two away, but he did not speed up, but hung two people. In order to separate the two people by a certain distance in the case of a chase, in order to break them one by one.

However, things in this world are hardly perfect, and an unexpected situation forced Yuan Xing to give up his previous plan and turn around to resist the other party.

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The center of Hengshui City is still quiet, except for two givers walking down the street with lanterns one after the other.

Suddenly, a husband felt a flower in front of him, and a figure seemed to flash in front of him, and he couldn't help but be startled, thinking that he had encountered a ghost, and sat on the ground.

"What's wrong with you?" Another husband hurriedly ran forward to help.

There was a "bang", and there was another burly figure in front of him.

"Who?" The husband subconsciously shouted.

"Fuck off." The burly figure is the strong man chasing the fate, he saw that the monk was in front of him, and he felt that he could catch up in a few steps, but no matter how hard he tried to chase this way, he was left behind, and he was on fire in his heart.

But the moment his axe slashed down, it was held against a stick.

"Bastard, bastard." Yuanxing, who has always been well-educated, couldn't help but curse, he kept paying attention to his back, seeing that this strong man was going to kill innocents indiscriminately, he hurriedly kicked the wall on his toes, and he instantly returned to the street with the force of the shock, which was able to block the strong man's killing move. After years of cultivation, it was impossible for him to watch someone die in vain.

At this time, he was also angry in his heart, and he fought with the other party with all his strength, and he had no scruples, but he faintly had killing intent.

The masked man then caught up with him, and immediately joined the battle group when he saw this, and the situation of the fate was immediately dangerous.

The masked man took advantage of the fate to be unprepared and slashed at the opponent's arm. This knife has enough strength, if an ordinary person is cut down on the body like this, not to mention being crippled on the spot, it will bleed more than once. But before he could be happy when his move worked, he only felt that the steel knife in his hand seemed to be chopping on the steel plate, and he couldn't cut it down after only a little bit of meat.

"It's so strong to practice kung fu." He couldn't help but exclaim.

"Roll" Yuanxing's arm hurt, the long stick in his hand instantly changed his moves, and stabbed the masked man in the chest with a stick in the other party's surprise.

But even if he repelled one person, his situation did not improve, and an axe with a cold light slashed down on his head, and at this time, his strength was exhausted, and he could no longer dodge.

There was a crisp "ding", and a flying knife shot from a distance, hitting the axe, causing it to deviate a few inches, narrowly passing over Yuanxing's body.

"It doesn't look like I'm too late." A gentle voice came.

Yuan Xing turned his head to look and saw a middle-aged man in a scribe's robe walking over, and beside him, Zhou Mo, who was dressed as a monk, was winking at him......