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He threw the bamboo basket he was carrying on his back to the ground, raised his hand, pulled out the iron sword inserted in the bamboo basket, and pointed to the direction from which the footsteps came.

But......

There was a messy and frightened air in the footsteps.

You can feel it when you hear it.

For when he was just running, his steps were just as messy and full of fear.

What's even stranger is that this kind of footstep sound is very familiar to him.

Heard clearly, finally heard clearly.

He could hear whose footsteps it was, except for the knock knock—

In addition to the heavy footsteps of the idol approaching step by step, there were also the footsteps of Ning Shouxin, Meng Lang and Minghui.

They are also trapped in a fantasy of endless despair.

They sneaked out of the quarrel between Wen Zhuyuan and Jiang Feng and planned to sneak aside to sleep, but they found that the broken temple suddenly became wide and boundless, and they couldn't walk to the door.

While they were confused, the idol they had carried out and thrown behind the door suddenly came to life.

It kept chasing them after them, telling them that it was angry, and that it was unreasonable for the shameless junior to dare to leave it behind the door.

The three of them had weak hearts and immediately ran.

Just run, run......

But he couldn't run to the door.

When they tried their best to escape to the gate of the temple and stepped out of the threshold, they thought they could escape, but they found that outside the door of the temple, there was another same temple.

It's weird.

Unlike the original temple, this one only has one more stop in it.

Seeing that Wen stopped far away, their hanging hearts suddenly fell to the ground.

It's like a man who has fallen into the sea and grabbed a life-saving straw.

Mom, I can't find you everywhere, why are you here?

At this moment, I am afraid that there is no more amiable, lovely and respectable person in this world than Wen Zhuyuan.

They almost wanted to go over and hug him and kiss him.

This surnamed Mei, although he is a little bastard, but his martial arts are not ambiguous at all.

With his unfathomable skill, it should be more than enough to deal with this terrifying, walking, talking idol chasing after him.

But when they saw Wen Zhuyuan, they didn't hesitate in their hearts.

Because at this moment, in this temple that has stopped being heard, there is still a statue of a god.

Wen Zhuyuan's martial arts are good, and it is more than enough to deal with one god statue, but if you have to deal with two god statues, who knows what will happen.

To their relief, when they joined Wen Zhiyuan, the two idols also merged.

The convergence means that the two idols suddenly merge.

The two statues became one together, and although the size and shape have not changed, who knows if the power has become stronger.

No matter, anyway, there is a person surnamed Mei, and the matter of dealing with the idol will be handed over to him.

Seniors protect juniors, right?

Therefore, although they had no score in their hearts, they resolutely and resolutely stopped fleeing, but stood there and watched Wen Zhuyuan for a moment.

Wen Zhuyuan suddenly put away the iron sword that pointed far away, carried it on his shoulder, and then pinched his waist, shrugged his shoulders very westernally at the three of them, and said: "It's useless to look at me, I can't protect myself, I really can't help you." Don't believe it, what I'm saying is true. On weekdays, although you call me a hero respectfully or disrespectfully, let me tell you the truth, I'm not a bullshit hero. If I were a hero, I wouldn't have to be chased around like a lost dog by this clay sculpture that is not a god or a demon. Don't think I'm good at kung fu...... Well, in comparison, I'm a little bit better than yours, but you can look closely, this one is a clay sculpture, I hit it, it doesn't hurt or itch, but if it hits me, then I have to go around without eating. ”

Ning Shouxin is most disgusted with his virtue of cowardice before fighting.

He walked out from behind Meng Lang and Minghui, took a step forward towards the approaching idol, snorted coldly at Wen Zhuyuan, and said, "Don't worry, we will die and will not wait for you to save us." ”

Wen Zhuyuan looked him up and down, as if he was seeing him for the first time, and then, touching the scar on his neck, he said in a tone that didn't know whether it was teasing or sincere: "Oh, that's good, that's good." Seeing the way you cowered just now, I thought you were waiting for me to come and fight with the idol. It scared me, since you are so heroic, why don't you ......"

As a result, before he finished his words, he saw Meng Lang and Minghui exclaiming: "Hey, Xin, you-"

It turned out that Ning Shouxin hadn't waited for Wen Zhuyuan to finish speaking, when he suddenly drew his sword and pounced on the idol.

The sword flashed.

Soar into the sky.

The figure and the sword shadow turned into a straight line.

The sword finally pierced into the body of the idol.

However, Ning Shouxin received a heavy punch from the idol in the chest.

Poof――

Ning Shouxin was like a meat bun that had been bounced back, poofed, fell heavily to the ground, and then, poof, spit out a mouthful of blood.

If it weren't for Minghui's bad situation and pounced, rolled on the spot, rolled in front of him and hugged him and rolled out, I'm afraid he would have been crushed to pieces by the foot raised by the statue later.

It is undeniable that among the four young people, the most agile is Minghui.

Jiang Feng is gentle and kind, although he is diligent in his work, but his talent is average.

Ning Shouxin has a rich family knowledge and the temperament of a son of a family, but he is impatient and can't settle down for anything, so although he has a wide range of knowledge, he has a shallow taste of everything.

Meng Lang is strong, powerful, and can fight several people in front of the gong, but his on-the-spot reaction ability is quite dull.

Only this Minghui is talented, intelligent, patient, and in very good physical condition.

Although I haven't been able to meet a famous teacher for a long time, my sensitivity to danger is very high.

Therefore, seeing that Ning Shouxin was in danger, he was the first to come to the rescue.

How many years later, Minghui, who has become the first knife master in the rivers and lakes, still has a kind of deep fear when he stands under the plaque that reads "Hongmen" and thinks of today's events.

That fear was like a stubborn disease, constantly invading his heart, invading his already stoic nerves.

That can't be explained by nightmares.

Whenever he remembered the situation in the ruined temple today, his hand had to grip the hilt of the knife tightly.

Hold it with both hands.

Looking at the endless void, watching the dark blue night envelop him like an unknown fear, as if the suddenly resurrected idol danced and long, dark shadows rushed towards him.

He drew his sword and held it.

The hands are at a 60-degree angle, and they just cut, chop, chop, but they can't cut anything.

The situation is exactly the same as it is in the temple today.

At that time, he had become a terrifying "lightning knife" in the rivers and lakes, a closed disciple of the thief Ma Mian, and the head of the Hongmen.

He was admired and feared.

Wealth and fame were already overwhelming him.

Today, he has nothing.

There are only a few friends around me who are kind-hearted.

Therefore, when he saw Ning Shouxin in distress, he immediately came to the rescue.

But unfortunately, although he now has a knife in his hand, his knife skills are not good.

It is difficult to kill chickens, let alone this idol possessed by gods.

The only thing he could do was to run over, hold Ning Shouxin, who had fallen to the ground, and roll in place, roll, roll......