Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 964 His Surname Is Xiao

At the beginning, everyone in the courtyard was amazed by the woman's appearance, but the amazement in their hearts was soon replaced by panic.

Because as the woman stepped into the courtyard step by step, the fluctuations of spiritual power emanating from her body almost suffocated everyone in the courtyard.

"Who are you?"

However, Cui Baimeiqiang still suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and questioned the woman.

"It's not up to you, a little girl, to judge me when I order things from the Xingfu."

If he didn't say anything at this time, he, Cui Baimei, would definitely be ridiculed by the monks of Shizhou in the future.

But the woman didn't even bother to look at him, and walked straight towards Dongfang Yu and Xu Youyou.

Being so ignored by a little girl, Cui Baimei's face became hot, and he gave the elder Li and Huang a look from embarrassment.

The two elders understood immediately, and immediately put their hands on the necks of Xu Youyou and Dongfang Yu calmly.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't meddle in your own business."

Elder Na Li looked threateningly at the woman who was walking step by step.

Unlike some monks with ordinary cultivation, in his opinion, the fluctuation of this woman's aura is appalling, but her cultivation is not necessarily higher than his own.

"Little girl, don't rely on yourself..."

"boom!--"

Elder Huang at the side almost thought the same thing, but before he finished speaking, his short, thick and thick body was shot straight out like a ball, and then hit the courtyard wall heavily.

When everyone came back to their senses, the woman who was at the gate of the courtyard a second ago had already appeared behind Cui Baimei and stood beside Elder Li.

All the time, including Elder Li standing beside the woman, so many pairs of eyes did not see clearly how the woman made a move.

Elder Li, who reacted, turned his palm into a knife, and wanted to chop off the back of Xu Youyou's neck.

But with the sound of crackling bones, Elder Li's arm, which had just been raised, began to twist and fold in half at an unbelievable angle.

In the blink of an eye, it was twisted into a twist.

"what!--"

It wasn't until he took a look at his distorted boneless arm that Elder Li finally realized his pain and let out a heart-piercing scream.

"boom!"

The woman seemed to think that he was too noisy, like slapping a fly, and with a slap, Elder Li was slapped away like Elder Huang.

After seeing this scene, some stunned monks in the courtyard suddenly realized: "It turned out that they were shot flying."

But immediately, a person's heart began to shudder.

"A cultivator in the Jade Void Realm can be easily slapped away. Could it be that this woman is Tian Moluo?!!!"

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Cui Baimei's forehead.

At this time, the guesses in the minds of other monks in the courtyard were similar to those of Cui Baimei.

As a result, all the monks began to circulate their true energy secretly, retreating towards the periphery, and at the same time became wary.

However, the woman still looked as usual, as if there were no monks in the courtyard in her eyes, she turned her back to everyone, and began to untie the sealed acupuncture points of Xu Youyou and Dongfang Yu one by one.

"Sister Ningshuang!"

As soon as Xu Youyou's acupoints were released, she immediately hugged Mu Ningshuang, with both joy and grievance on her face.

"Ningshuang... sister be careful!"

Dongfang Yu on the side was about to say hello to Mu Ningshuang, but he didn't want to see a millstone falling from the sky.

It turned out that Elder Huang, who was shot flying, saw that Mu Ningshuang had his back to everyone, so he planned to take the risk and attack Mu Ningshuang with all his true energy.

At the same time, Elder Na Li also spit out a flying sword in an extremely tacit understanding, and the sword pierced towards Mu Ningshuang like a stream of light.

Whether it is the millstone or the flying sword, almost all of these two people have devoted their entire lives to it, so its power and power made everyone in the courtyard dumbfounded, and they faintly felt that this woman might die under their own arrogance.

"Zheng!"

But as a sword sound suddenly resounded, the expressions of the crowd petrified again.

When the millstone and the flying sword were within a few feet of the woman, the flying sword from the woman's waist burst out of its sheath with a clang, like a dragon going out to sea, drawing a beautiful arc behind the woman, piercing through the yellow The elder's grinding disc cut off the flying sword of the elder Nali.

And in the end, the flying sword was like threading a needle, and in the blink of an eye, it cut the throat of Li Huang Erlao in one round.

"Ding!……"

In the end, under the horrified eyes of the crowd, the flying sword, which was not stained by a drop of blood, went straight back into the woman's sheath.

And that woman, from beginning to end, never looked back.

"Fellow daoists, this witch must have been transformed by Mo Luo. If you and I can't work together to kill her today, I'm afraid none of them will leave the island!"

While talking, Cui Baimei held out a bronze mirror.

The octagonal bronze mirror flew directly over the courtyard, and cast a golden light that enveloped him and Cui Shi beside him.

"Palace Master Cui is right. At this moment, we must not be lucky enough to eradicate her here. When we let her escape, we will be defeated one by one!"

While saying this, the old man Pan had already held up the umbrella he had snatched from Xu Youyou's hand, and with a hook of his other hand, silver needles as thin as hair began to spin around him rapidly .

With him taking the lead, all the monks in the courtyard sacrificed their magic weapons one by one at this time.

For a moment, the precious light circulated in the deadly atmosphere of the temple, and the aura surged.

It seems that a big war is inevitable.

"Bring it."

But just when the sword was on the verge of breaking out, a man's icy cold voice broke the dead silence in the courtyard.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a man in black clothes standing in front of old man Pan at some point, exuding a cold aura.

"When did this person... come in?"

A group of monks, who were belatedly aware of it, were sweating profusely on their foreheads.

Not only them, but even old man Pan who was standing in front of the man didn't know when the man stood in front of him.

"What... What are you bringing?"

Old Man Pan took a step back, his voice trembling.

"It's in your hand."

With a cold tone, the man pointed to the dead wood flower umbrella in Old Man Pan's hand.

"Your hand is not qualified to bang it."

He added another sentence.

"Okay, okay, okay...I'll take it for you, take it..."

Old man Pan handed over the rotten wood and flower umbrella in his hand with a smile on his face, but the moment he handed the umbrella to the man and let go of his hand, black and silver needles appeared in his palm.

"puff!--"

But before he could shoot the silver needle, blood suddenly gushed out from the shoulder of the arm holding the umbrella.

"Ok?"

He stared blankly at his blood-spitting arm, then watched it slide off his shoulder.

Just as he didn't see clearly how the man in front of him appeared just now, at this moment he also failed to see clearly how the other party chopped off his arm.

"I will return with you..."

"Hey!—"

As the pain hit, old man Pan seemed to be in a frenzy, his whole body was agitated, and silver needles flew out of his body like countless flying silver hairs, but the silver needles were so fast that they could hardly be seen clearly. Needle, but at the same moment, Qi Qi was split into five or six parts, and finally fell in front of him.

At the same time, there was also a deep wound on his chest.

Blood spattered from the wound again.

He looked down at his chest, and then at the man with cold eyes in front of him.

The man still maintained his previous standing posture, the only difference was that he had an extra umbrella in his hand.

Other than that, the man didn't seem to have moved from the beginning to the end.

Where did my injury come from?

Old Man Pan stared blankly at the man in front of him.

"I don't believe it, I can't hurt you!"

Suddenly, he took his other hand madly, and patted the man in front of him madly.

"Benefactor Xiao, you have to forgive others and forgive others."

At this moment, a monk in cassock stood in front of old man Pan as if appearing out of thin air.

While he was speaking, he clasped his palms together and squeezed them in front of him.

"boom!--"

Under this clamp, fierce sword gangs scattered from his palms, and the whole small courtyard trembled

When the movement in the courtyard calmed down, everyone was surprised to find that what the monk had clamped was a long sword in the man's hand.

"So the man actually made a move just now, but it was so fast that we couldn't even see it?"

After figuring out this relationship, all the monks in the courtyard broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads, secretly glad that they didn't make a move just now.

"Wait... this person's surname is... surnamed Xiao?!!!"

Some people were amazed at how quickly the man drew the sword, while others recalled the old monk's "Benefactor Xiao" just now.

"Is it the abbot Changle who presides over Lanke Temple?"

At this time, Cui Baimei shouted with joy.

He recognized the old monk's identity and recognized him as Master Changle, the abbot of Lanke Temple.

"Master Chang Le, these two monsters were transformed by Mo Luo, and they killed two elders of my Dianxing Mansion successively. Please eradicate them!"

Cui Baimei continued with a sad face.

But the old monk Chang Le didn't seem to have heard half of it at all, still holding the sword in the man's hand tightly with both hands, and there was a bit of pleading in his eyes.

"You all talk, if we don't get rid of this monster, we will all die!"

Seeing Master Chang Le not moving, Cui Baimei then turned to the other sect monks behind him for help.

However, no one responded to his cry, and some even backed away silently, avoiding him as if avoiding the plague god.

"Speak, what's wrong with you?!"

Cui Baimei was even more confused.

"Brother Cui."

At this time, Ru Yichen, the master of Feiyun Palace, pulled the corner of La Cui Baimei's clothes, pouted at the back of the man in black clothes not far away and said:

"His surname is Xiao."

"The surname is Xiao, what's the matter with the surname Xiao? Isn't it very strange that Mo Luo's incarnation has the surname Xiao..."

Cui Baimei was disapproving at first, but soon his tone became weaker and weaker, until there was no sound at all, only his mouth and pupils slowly opened little by little.

"Xiao Che's benefactor, please give this old man a little bit of favor, and let me forgive you."

The old monk Chang Le once again said to Xiao Che with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)