Refining Demon Tutuo

Chapter 662, Assassin's Heartbeat

After thinking for a while, the old monk Puba then asked: "Junior brother, when you fought against each other, did you find some characteristics of the assassin, can it match the one we guessed?"

Bache said: "The other party was dressed in the clothes of servants and herdsmen, and quickly disappeared in the chaos, and I don't know if they have any helpers.

The poor monk recalled the process at that time, and could only guess that two of them were not young.The age of the other cannot be guessed.The poor monk did not see the assassin who assassinated the supervisor.

It is impossible to judge whether it is the person we guessed.The person who entangled the poor monk performed a kind of martial arts that he had never seen before. "

After that, he began to talk about the specific tactics for fighting the assassin.

Among the assassins sent by the enemy, one blocked Bache.The other knocked down the rest of the guards and assassinated tens of thousands of households.The third person went to assassinate the supervisor.

But tens of thousands of households relied on their brute strength and wanted to fight each other, but were kicked over.If Ba Qie hadn't rescued him in time, he would have been killed in two or three hits.Baqie intensively practiced the Nine Vehicles Pure Appearance Method of the Funing School and the Three Secrets of the Lotus Flower.Ordinary martial arts can't hurt him at all.But in his narration, one of the opponents' martial arts was very strange, and there were just a few simple moves back and forth, which could always block Bache's attack.The opponent's several counterattacks can hit Bache from an incredible angle.

Baqie protected tens of thousands of households, and two assassins besieged Baqie.After fighting fiercely for more than twenty strokes, Baqie got two punches.When many guards and esoteric monks came to the rescue, the assassin escaped from the big tent and sneaked into the camp.

"The assassin is unarmed, and the power of his fists and feet is far greater than that of ordinary weapons. The poor monk has been worried all the time, and they have been watching from the sidelines. When the senior brother and Master He arrived, he was relieved." Baqie recounted the details at that time and his guess over again.

Puba pondered for a while, and the two old monks began to simulate the process of fighting.

Bache imitated the moves of those assassins that day, and Puba used the secret martial arts to resist.

The two only used moves to disassemble, and the speed was fast and slow.He Yuan watched carefully from the side, and found that the martial arts used by these assassins were completely different. There were several martial arts, and there were faintly some styles of Central Plains martial arts, but most of them were foreign martial arts, which were different from the Central Plains martial arts.He also began to wonder how to crack it.

After dismantling the moves, the old monk began to ponder the opponent's flaws.

Baqie suddenly remembered something, and said to the two of them: "The poor monk was at a disadvantage at that time. After taking that man's palm, he tried his best to use a flame knife in order to win a chance of life."

Puba asked, "Have you mastered this magical skill?"

Baqie replied: "The poor monk has refined the Nine Vehicles, but he is not good at this flame knife. It's just that he has learned it, but he has never refined it. It was barely used at that time. After one of the assassins was hit, it seemed very It quickly recovered and joined the fierce battle again. The poor monk can't figure out why."

After the three of them exchanged ideas, someone called from outside the tent.

The three returned to the big tent.That Wanhu has arranged for people to prepare a banquet for those who come to rescue.

The old monk Puba quietly adjusted the guards and divided the masters he brought into several shifts.

That night, tens of thousands of households rested in the big tent in the center.Besides the guards, Puba and He Yuan also stayed here.

Because of the experience of assassins sneaking in, none of them drank alcohol.

The sun sank into the sky, and the masters of the secret religion began to take turns to be on duty.

The injured Bache can rest.Puba and Baqie walked outside the big tent, and he whispered in the secret language of the esoteric religion: "Junior Brother, who will control your walking route?"

Baqie said: "The walking route is determined by the tens of thousands of households and the supervising army. After discussing it, the order will be issued. Brother asked this way, do you suspect that the other party has figured out our route?"

Puba said: "I'm afraid it's not just a matter of figuring out the route, but also figuring out our strength. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to shoot the assassin so accurately."

Baqie thought for a while and replied: "Brother is right. The poor monk can't understand the reason, so tens of thousands of households didn't lead the army to rush, but waited for you to come to rescue."

Puba said: "Junior brother can heal his wounds at ease. Only when you heal your wounds can the esoteric sect suppress the opponent at the master level."

Baqie asked: "The Master He invited by the senior brother, from the outside, his internal and external skills should have reached the level of a master, but I don't know what will happen if he starts."

Puba said: "Don't dare to underestimate him. The poor monk sent someone to inquire. Since he appeared in Jingzhao Mansion area, no matter how many masters he has been along the way, he can't beat him. That is Wang Chongyang of Taoism. Man can overcome him.

The poor monk once led a group of people to Mount Zhongnan. At that time, his martial arts were not as good as they are now, and he was already difficult to deal with.Later, I heard that he went to the land of Sichuan and Shu, and he had achieved great martial arts after returning.With him around, he should be able to fight against an elder of the opponent. "

Baqie nodded: "Brother is sure, so the poor monk can rest assured."

The big tent has a lot of space.However, tens of thousands of households often had the sound of moaning when they were sleeping because of their injuries. In addition, his snoring was too loud, so the sound in the big tent was constant.

The old monk Puba and He Yuan sat on the left and right of the large tent.

In the middle of the night, except for the movement of the livestock, the occasional sound of patrolling soldiers could be heard, and the entire camp was quiet.

He Yuan was leaning on the embroidered stool, breathing deeply, as if he had fallen asleep.

The guards on shift began to doze off.The old monk Puba meditated with his eyes closed, ignoring the slackness of the guards.Gradually, some of the guards began to snore.

It was about midnight.The patrolling guards began to walk less frequently.

A corner of the curtain of the big tent was opened up silently.

One eye swept in through the gap a few times, then quickly backed away, and then approached the gap again, after vigilantly looking into the tent three times.A person sneaked into the tent like a civet cat.

This person's movements were very light, and the Ao dogs and guards around the tent didn't notice anything unusual.

The butter lamp in the tent has gradually been extinguished, and the light is not as bright as before.The moonlight coming in through the gap provided a faint light.

This kind of darkness is really a favorable condition for uninvited guests.

The man was dressed in gray.It also affords him great protection in this dim environment.

The visitor entered the tent, paused for a moment to adapt to the environment, and then walked a few steps in the direction of tens of thousands of households.

When he raised his foot, his left foot was halfway up, ready to fall, and his right foot was ready to go.At this moment, his left foot tripped over a hard object, and he couldn't kick it away with this man's strength.

Since the strength of his right foot has been exhausted, the whole person is moving forward according to inertia.Then, the assassin tripped over something and fell forward.
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