This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 685

"Hero Xu!" Tianquan cried out sadly, but Xu Manqing couldn't hear him.

Although the two had only seen each other for a few days, Xu Manqing's righteous and benevolent character, as well as the other's willingness to help others, were enough for Tianquan to respect.

Enduring the grief, he stretched out his hand to close Xu Manqing's eyes, hoping that the other person could rest in peace, then he stood up with his sword in his hand, looked at the monk in front of him, and said coldly: "Go ahead, I know that my martial arts are not as good as yours, but I will never do it." Just grab it."

The monk glanced at Tianquan, but turned his gaze slightly upwards, and said loudly: "Your Excellency has been watching for so long, it's time to show up. The poor monk is about to make a move. Are you still planning to stand by and watch?"

"Hey, it's another stinky donkey who doesn't know how to live or die."

The sound of ridicule resounded over the courtyard, behind the broken wall in a corner of the courtyard, Bai Yechen's silhouette emerged like a ghost in the bursts of dust and smoke.

He held the iron whip in one hand, pressed the other on his neck, turned his head, and said impatiently: "I said, what kind of deep hatred do you have with this kid, and you don't hesitate to take Xu Jiazhuang to deal with it together."

Bai Yechen's state of mind at this moment is not as relaxed as it appears on the surface. Xu Manqing from Xujiazhuang is not a person who is famous for nothing.

To tell the truth from heart to heart, Bai Yechen thought that even if Xu Manqing's martial arts were not as good as his, the gap would not be far behind. Even he was not completely sure that he could block the sword that the other party was furious with before.

I'm afraid this is also the reason why these fan monks designed to lure Tianquan out of Zhuangzi. Without external help, it would be quite difficult to kill people under Xu Manqing's hands.

It's just a pity that no matter how strong martial arts are, they can't stand up to people's calculations. It's really embarrassing that the majestic "Thousand Cup Swordsman" died by such despicable means.

After sighing in his heart, Bai Yechen walked slowly between the two of them, turned sideways and squinted at the monk, and said, "This kid's life is saved."

Bai Yechen's attitude didn't surprise the monk. He already knew the determination of the Xuantian Sect protector when the black-faced monk reported to him the news of the failure of the plan.

"Xuantian Sect has no quarrel with my Buddha. Today, the poor monk wants to kill this son and has no choice but to fight with Protector Bai. I hope there are a lot of protectors. Don't worry about it." The monk said humbly.

Although he is one of the high-ranking members of the foreign Buddhist sect, this monk actually knows very little about the fact that their foreign Buddhists entered the Central Plains this time. He has only vaguely heard it mentioned, and there is a lot of cooperation with Xuantian Sect.

Therefore, subjectively and objectively, he is unwilling to quarrel with Bai Ye. After all, this person is not an ordinary person. In other words, none of the protectors of Xuantian Sect are trash. .

"It seems that you are also unwilling to give up."

Bai Ye snorted coldly and was about to make a move. At this moment, a large number of Xujiazhuang disciples from outside the courtyard poured in. The shocking movement in the courtyard had already attracted everyone.

But when these people arrived here, they were all stunned here. Xu Manqing died on the spot, but the two parties who were still standing at this moment seemed to be quite suspicious.

Bai Yechen, the man in black robe, is not a good person when he looks sneaky, and the monk Fanbang who looks like a foreigner on the other side is not a good person either.

In a dilemma, they saw Tianquan behind them with a flash of light, and hurriedly asked: "Qian Shaoxia! This—who is the murderer who killed the owner of the villa?"

Tianquan took a deep breath, pointed at the monk and said: "Everyone, be careful, this monk is from a foreign Buddhist sect, and he entered our Central Plains to plot evil, you must not let him go!"

In an instant, the people of Xujiazhuang surrounded the monk with expressions of hostility.

"Amitabha."

But the monk said calmly: "Don't be deceived, benefactors. The poor monk came from afar just to punish the demons. This black-robed man is Bai Yechen, the protector of Xuantian sect, and the master of Xu Manqing, who also died of him. hands."

"What did you say?!"

The monk made some nonsense, but it made everyone startled. At first glance, although this monk was not like a good person, it was obvious that the murderous black robe was more dangerous.

"You are bloody!"

Tianquan said angrily, but he couldn't help feeling a little helpless in his heart. Bai Yechen's identity was indeed the most unclear part. At this moment, the monk bit back, and he really didn't know how to explain it.

The most important thing is that even Tianquan himself doesn't know why Bai Yechen protects him.

However, in Bai Yechen's eyes, this kind of problem is obviously not a problem. Because of his small money, he has to protect Tianquan. As for the others, what does that have to do with him?

Don't forget, he is the protector of the Xuantian sect, he was born in the magic way, and he has always regarded human life as nothing.

Taking advantage of everyone's hesitation, Bai Yechen threw out the nine-section iron whip in his hand without warning, and even the monk didn't react for a while.

Under the black light, two Xujiazhuang disciples died in an instant. The iron whip pierced through their bodies, and under the cover of splashing blood, they went straight to the monk's face.

The monk repeated his old trick, clasping his palms together to trap the iron whip, but he had already known from the black-faced monk that Bai Yechen's iron whip was poisoned, so at the moment of clasping his palms together, the purple-gold halo around him shone brightly, Two invisible qi barriers condensed in the palm, locking the iron whip.

Faced with this situation, Bai Yechen smiled evilly. When the iron whip was trapped in the palm of the monk, he flicked the long whip, and countless thorns suddenly grew from the head of the whip. Then he pierced the monk's palm with several blood holes.

The monk's face changed, and he hurried backwards with his feet. He let go of the iron whip with both palms, and then grabbed several Xujiazhuang disciples around him and pushed them forward, sending them under the iron whip.

In the next second, the screams were accompanied by bloody flowers, and suddenly several unlucky Xujiazhuang disciples fell into a pool of blood. Tianquan saw his eyes tearing apart, and said angrily to Bai Yechen: "Stop it!" !"

"whispering sound."

Bai Yechen kept sneering, he didn't care about Tianquan's anger, he was still immersed in the killing, chasing each other with the monk, never paying attention to the innocent people around him.

Seeing that both of them were not good people, the disciples of Xujiazhuang became angry, and they simply besieged both sides together, and even Tianquan became the object of their hatred.

It's just that compared to Bai Yechen and the monk who killed people without blinking an eye, Tianquan knew that this was a misunderstanding, so he didn't dare to attack with all his strength.

At this moment, the whole Xujiazhuang was in chaos. Under the premise that everyone was jealous, another group of people rushed to the Zhuangzi.

Looking at the group of neatly dressed young men with long swords on their waists, Bai Yechen raised his brows slightly, but he didn't take it seriously, but the monk's silent expression finally changed, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if planning succeed.

Tianquan looked at this group of people, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, why did the people from the Wuyue Sword Sect come here?

(End of this chapter)