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"Are you looking for me?" Xiao Yuesheng looked at the big lama in front of him, and said lightly, spitting out words like beads, clear in his ears. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The Grand Lama frowned, quickly looked at him, his face was solemn, and asked in a calm voice, "Who is you?"

"The viewer here is me. Xiao Yuesheng's eyes flashed, like lightning bursting out, and then disappeared, angry in his heart, hurting Ma Chunhua, it was like hurting himself.

His eyes flickered, and he turned around the four of them, and his tone became more and more understated, and said, "Why did you break into my view?!"

"You are the Lord of the Temple, just right!" the Grand Lama nodded and pointed to the Taoist Temple: "We are chasing a great evil man, and he has run to your temple!"

Ma Chunhua shouted angrily: "Master, they are messing around! It's ridiculous!"

Before the words fell, he was suddenly interrupted by a cough, and spit out a trace of blood from his horns, his face was pale, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth were bright red, and the red was dazzling.

"You heal your wounds first. Xiao Yuesheng frowned, waved his hand at Ma Chunhua, turned his head to the big lama, smiled lightly, and said lightly: "There are no other people inside, only family members, you can't go in." ”

The great lama's face was solemn, with a look of compassion and compassion, and he shook his head and said, "That person is full of evil, and he can't let him go!"

"Oh-?" Xiao Yuesheng squinted his eyes slightly, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his tone was indifferent and playful: "If I stop it, what about you, Great Lama?"

"It is incumbent upon you to slay demons and eliminate demons!" the great lama said abruptly, with a solemn expression, his palms closed in front of his chest, and his treasure was solemn.

"Okay, I'm a demon, I want to see your methods!" Xiao Yuesheng sneered, and a white light suddenly flew out of his sleeve.

"Huh-" This white light crossed people's eyes, and the voice sounded, and it had reached the great lama.

"You ......" the big lama looked annoyed, the monk's robe fluttered at first, and he was about to move, but the white light had reached his body, and before the voice of reprimanding could be spoken, his body was frozen and motionless.

His right arm was stretched out, as if to palm, and his left leg was stepped back, intending to form a lunge, but before he could do so, he was frozen.

Looking at his statue-like appearance, a breath of vigor rushed to his face, and he must be allowed to make a move, it must be thunderous and unstoppable.

The other three Tibetan monks were furious, one drew his sword out of its sheath, the other lifted the vajra, and the other made a golden cymbal.

They didn't care about the leading lamas, the sword light was like a match, slashing through a white rainbow, slashing Xiao Yuesheng, whistling and whimpering, like an evil ghost asking for his life.

The other two people, one left and one right, protected by his side, in a triangle, followed and pounced, and a ball of golden light shot towards Xiao Yuesheng, the speed was extremely fast.

But it was the Tibetan monk's golden cymbals that flew out of their hands, spinning and pounced on Xiao Yuesheng, whining, like a high-speed rotating snail.

The speed of the golden cymbal was extremely fast, surpassing the sword light, and it spun towards Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng didn't seem to have time to dodge, and the golden light rushed straight to his chest.

"Master!" Ma Chunhua exclaimed, Xu Zheng and Xu Wanjun were also taken aback, their faces suddenly turned pale, and their hearts suddenly hung up.

The "ding" golden light passed straight through Xiao Yuesheng and embedded it in the wall behind it, only half of it was exposed, flashing with golden light, with a thin edge arc and as thin as paper.

There was a "boom", like a muffled thunder on the horizon.

Xiao Yuesheng's figure suddenly flashed in front of the cymbal Tibetan monk, and his left palm was pressed out.

He didn't move fast, but it was quite weird, one moment he just came out of his palm, and the next moment, his right palm was pressed on his chest, there was no intermediate process, it seemed that two people were making moves at the same time.

"Bang!" like a snare drum, the Tibetan monk flew violently, like a ball that had been knocked away.

The majestic body drew a straight line in the air, shooting straight out, like a crossbow arrow fired flat, and the trajectory had no arc.

"Bang", he crashed into a big tree five zhang away, knocked down two ginkgo leaves, and his body slowly slid down, paralyzing, as if there were no bones.

"Boom" sounded again, like a muffled thunder again, Xiao Yuesheng slapped out another palm, the movement was not fast, and slapped at the sword-wielding Tibetan monk.

His face sank like water, and he calmly palmed his palm.

In the eyes of Ma Chunhua, Xu Zheng, and Xu Wanjun, he is like a god possessed, hunting in Taoist robes, one move and one style, all attached to the power of wind and thunder, overwhelming mountains and seas, making people unable to resist.

"Ahh

He stomped his foot, mud splattered, and his body jerked back, his red robe pressed against his back, revealing the outline of his knotted muscles.

This retreat, he gathered the strength of his life and exerted extraordinary performance.

His mind suddenly entered a mysterious realm, and suddenly, the world around him seemed to slow down, and it was extremely clear, every grass and tree, every tree and leaf, and the eyebrows of the man opposite, all knew it in his heart and knew it well.

At this moment, his face is calm, there is no sadness or joy, and his heart is like a clear lake, reflecting all things, without the slightest ripple.

"Wow" Ma Chunhua spit out a mouthful of blood again, glaring at the retreating Tibetan monk, his roar contained a huge internal force, extremely deep, and she was hurt and injured.

Xu Zheng and Xu Wanjun only felt that the world in front of them turned, and suddenly it turned black, and the sky was full of Venus, spinning non-stop, and their bodies fell down softly.

Xiao Yuesheng pressed out his right palm, and the next moment, he appeared behind the Tibetan monk, just stopping on his way back, and his right palm was imprinted on his vest.

With a muffled "bang", the Tibetan monk shot back, shooting straight at the Tibetan monk wielding the knife, and his body slashed through a red light, like a meteorite falling, with a fiery red tail.

Xiao Yuesheng's figure flashed, caught Xu Zheng and Xu Wanjun who were falling, shook his head, crossed an internal breath, and his figure flashed again, appearing behind the sword-wielding Tibetan monk.

Seeing his companion flying towards him, the Tibetan monk hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the friendship of the same door, threw the knife, pushed out his hands violently, and the wind whistled in his palm.

As soon as there was a "click", the two Tibetan monks collided, the sound was crisp, it was the sound of bones breaking, and it was terrifying to hear.

There was a "bang", the sound was dull, and the ground seemed to tremble twice.

The two Tibetan monks quickly hit the Taoist wall, slipped to the ground softly, silently, and the two people seemed to become one, together, difficult to separate, and they couldn't distinguish each other from their bodies.

Xu Wanjun only felt a cool air enter her body, like a cold little snake, jumping quickly in the meridians, and in the blink of an eye, she had been swimming for a week, and it disappeared.

The mind is clear, the eyes are restored, and the scenery is gradually clear.

As soon as I saw it clearly, I saw two monks hugging each other, their bones broken, and then slammed into the wall, not sincere.

"Uh......" She bent down violently, squatted on the ground, vomited heavily, and her body shook and trembled, unable to restrain herself.

At this time, Xiao Yue was angry and relaxed, her robe fluttering, and she was standing beside Ma Chunhua.

Seeing Xu Wanjun vomiting desperately, as if even his intestines were vomiting out, he shook his head and smiled, with a chic and super relaxed bearing, which was like a thunderbolt just now.

Xu Zheng came to Xu Wanjun's side, patted her vest, and crossed a true qi, the two of them had the same true qi from Ling Bo Weibu, although there were slight differences, but they could be integrated.

Pulled by his true qi, Xu Wanjun's meridians were really breathing, and her nausea was a little lighter, she took Xu Zheng's handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth, her face was already pale, not much better than Ma Chunhua.

She used to be everyone's best girl, although her husband was the head of the dart, she had never dart, and she had never seen a dead person.

"Wanjun, does it matter?" Xu Zheng asked with concern, seeing her vomiting, pity overflowed in his chest.

Xu Wanjun shook her head, smiled with a pale face, and said to Xiao Yuesheng: "Dao Chief, I lost my temper. ”

Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, his expression was gentle, he smiled, and said, "The first time I see such a scene, no one will inevitably be like this. ”

Ma Chunhua said softly: "Sister-in-law, go back and drink some water and rest for a while,...... Don't let Xiao Sisi come out. ”

"Hmm. Xu Wanjun nodded, no longer reckless, her eyes didn't dare to glance to the side, staring at the gate of the Taoist temple and walking straight forward.

Xu Zheng saw that she was fine, so he let go of her, glanced at Ma Chunhua, and saw the smile in her eyes, as if laughing at him for being a good husband, and couldn't help but feel hot.

Ma Chunhua once walked through the dart with Ma Xingkong and saw dead people, although she was uncomfortable, her reaction was not so strong.

She pointed to the big lama who was standing dumbfounded: "Master, what should you do with this guy?"

"Don't worry about it!" Xiao Yuesheng withdrew the left palm pressed on her vest, her face sank, and she said coldly: "I have my own arrangements." ”

Ma Chunhua hurriedly closed her mouth, she was injured just now and lost her master's face, according to her understanding of the master's surname, she had to suffer!

Xiao Yuesheng walked slowly, walked up to the statue-like lama, glanced at him, sighed softly, and the expression on his chest was quite complicated.

He shook his head, as if to throw away distracting thoughts, raised his right hand, and raised his index and middle fingers into a sword, pointing at the center of the Great Lama's eyebrows.

His movements were soft and slow, like a feather, and he slowly pressed on it, and the great lama's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted.

Xiao Yuesheng closed his eyes, pointed his sword at the center of the big lama's eyebrows, and remained motionless.

The Great Lama's body trembled slightly, and as time passed, the trembling became more and more severe, as if he was suffering greatly.

Not only Xu Zheng, but Ma Chunhua was also curious, I don't know what the master is doing, it looks very weird.

After a cup of tea time passed, Xiao Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief, slowly withdrew his sword fingers, made a mark on his chest with both palms, pressed it to the lower abdomen dantian, and then exhaled a breath, opened his eyes, his gaze was like substance, and then returned to normal.

(To be continued)