The Beacon of Kyushu

Chapter 188 The Heroine Girl Fights the Evil Saint Monks in a Bloody Battle ([-])

Murong Yunyao gave up the Broken Sword, and used her internal energy secretly to guard against another sneak attack by Guangmu Dajiu.Wan Jianfeng turned his back to Murong Yunyao, guarding against the group of men in white behind her.Both sides knew very well that the enemy was definitely not an idler, so no one was in a hurry to make a move, and both waited for the other party to show its flaws first.

After a while, Murong Yunyao became a little impatient.

With a point on her toes, she used her palm as a knife, and slashed straight at Guangmu Dajiu's neck.Seeing that she was the first to attack, the other party also raised the scimitar in his hand. Seeing this, the group of men in white jumped into action and attacked Wan Jianfeng together.Wan Jianfeng hastily swung his stick to fight back, and the fight was in full swing in an instant.Guangmu Dajijiu looked at Murong Yunyao, his raised hands remained motionless, as if he didn't pay attention to her fierce moves at all.

Her arrogant attitude angered Murong Yunyao even more, and with a loud shout, the strength in Murong Yunyao's palm suddenly became much stronger.Even though she uses her palm as a sword, she has the strength of Shuo Shuo's sword, and she uses it like ten thousand steel knives at once, which has the power of thousands of troops.Seeing that the palm was about to cut to the neck of Guangmu Dajiu, suddenly there was a cold light, Guangmu Dajiu's saber came first, before he could see that it had reached Murong Yunyao's waist.

"Ah!" Murong Yunyao exclaimed, and hastily stopped her forward momentum, so that she didn't take the initiative to meet the sharp blade.Murong Yunyao asked herself that since her debut, even Li Huan, Qu Yue's number one master, never made her so hard.Perhaps only the old man who can't see the end of the dragon can beat the deaf and dumb girl in front of him.

Seeing that Murong Yunyao was captured by his saber technique, Guangmu Dajiu let out a piercing laugh, and then the scimitar slashed towards Murong Yunyao without any scruples.Her saber moves are illusory, tricky and vicious, but her movements are extremely graceful, and the brilliance on the saber is as dazzling as stars and moons.Anyone who sees her sword will be terrified, but her person is so beautiful that even her enemies will sincerely praise her when they see her.Such a person and such a knife seem to be far apart, but in fact they complement each other.

Murong Yunyao relied on Bu Yue Ling Xing's incomparably ingenious body skills, so she repeatedly dodged the unstoppable sword moves, and even used many martial arts from time to time to fight back.It's just that she doesn't have a weapon in her hand, so it's inevitable that she has more heart than strength, and she can't bring out the fierceness of Shaolin, the vigor of the beggars, the mystery of Zhengyi, and the bravery of Shenlong, let alone rashly use the sky to change the sun to rebound Sharp blade.

Suddenly, several men in white gave up Wan Jianfeng and rushed towards Murong Yunyao.They stretched out their thin and long, skeleton-like hands, pinching Murong Yunyao's throat.Murong Yunyao was already in a hurry by the Guangmu Da Jijiu, but when she saw these men in white attacking her, she panicked.

She had no choice but to free one hand and slam the head of the man in white who was closest to her, while the other hand was still struggling with the scimitar in Guangmu Dajiu's hand.Don't say that Murong Yunyao's martial arts is slightly inferior to Guangmu Dajijiu, even if she is slightly better than her, at this moment, being besieged by a group of ghosts, she is bound to be at a disadvantage.

"Crack!" Murong Yunyao slapped the white-clothed man on the head firmly with his palm, the white-clothed man's skull was shattered, and the body slowly fell down.But because Murong Yunyao couldn't dodge in time, Guangmu Dajiu waited for an opportunity to slash his left rib, the knife went deep to the bone, and blood gushed out instantly.

Murong Yunyao gritted her teeth tightly, she would rather take the risk of being stabbed again than show mercy to these weird men in white clothes.She must kill all these annoying and obstructive men in white.But seeing her sometimes pointing, sometimes clapping, sometimes upright and brave, sometimes cunning and vicious, she tried her best in her life, and killed four or five strange people in white clothes in the blink of an eye.

But how could Guangmu Dajiu show mercy to her?While she killed four or five white-clothed monsters, she had been stabbed four or five times in a row, and the blood gushing out of the wound stained her gorgeous purple clothes with blood in an instant.

At this moment, Wan Jianfeng was wielding a handsome stick in his hand, fighting with many men in white alone.He suddenly heard something wrong with Murong Yunyao's voice, so he hurriedly sneaked a look.In any case, he never expected that Murong Yunyao, who is highly skilled in martial arts, would be seriously injured in an instant. When he saw it, he couldn't help feeling angry and anxious, and his stick technique became a little messy.

Murong Yunyao endured the pain and continued to fight with Guangmu Dajiu.Every time she moved, she touched the wound, blood gushed out continuously, and bursts of severe pain hit her heart.Wan Jianfeng was eager to repel the men in white around him and came to help, so naturally he lost his way.A man in white took the opportunity to grab his neck, and Wan Jianfeng instinctively hit him on the head with a stick.Who would have thought that the man in white didn't know the pain, even though his head was beaten to death, he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, instead he grabbed hold of the handsome stick desperately, no matter how hard Wan Jianfeng tried, he would never let go.

Seeing this, the other men in white screamed and attacked Wan Jianfeng.Wan Jianfeng hastily put away his handsome stick, used lightness kung fu and agility, trying to walk between the gaps in the crowd, trying to knock down a few strange people who stood in his way.Unexpectedly, there were so many weirdos in this group, and everyone regarded death as home, Wan Jianfeng only shook a few times before he was pushed to the ground by these weirdos.They roared in their mouths, and they wanted to dismember Wan Jianfeng, so frightened that Wan Jianfeng almost peed his pants.

"Sky spirits, earth spirits, the gods from all directions will show up soon! If you don't show up again, I will scold your [-]th generation ancestors!" Wan Jianfeng shouted loudly while struggling hard, although his words were tough , but there was a bit of crying in the voice.

Murong Yunyao was annoyed when she heard that, and she suppressed the pain and shouted: "Stinky beggar, shut up for me! We sacrifice our lives for our country, and we die as soon as we die. Don't be ashamed of yourself here, okay?"

But before her words fell, a resounding Buddha's chant suddenly came from the valley, "Amitabha, everyone, stop! There is a saying in Buddhism, 'Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately'. The poor monk advises all benefactors not to commit any more crimes."

Murong Yunyao looked at Wan Jianfeng in surprise, and said inexplicably: "You beggar, don't tell me you're really a half-immortal body, can you summon gods and invite generals?"

Wan Jianfeng laughed and said: "Hahaha, this time you know how powerful this young hero is!"

These people in white clothes were not all deaf. When they heard the loud and solemn Buddha's name in the valley, they all stopped and looked towards the source of the sound in fear.Those who couldn't hear, even dared not act rashly after being reminded by their companions.Guangmu Dajiu saw the gestures of several white-clothed men, and knew that an expert was coming, so he hurriedly stopped the moves in his hands, and looked towards the canyon with his sword.

Under the moonlight, a middle-aged monk came slowly, followed by two young monks.I saw this middle-aged monk with a beautiful jade face, white teeth, red lips, dressed in a khaki straight gown, top-grade Sanghali, and holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.Although the two monks behind him looked ordinary, they were strong and strong, with piercing eyes, and they must be from the world.

Wan Jianfeng smiled and said: "Haha, which Bodhisattva is it? Which two arhats are following behind? When I return to the Central Plains, I will burn incense for you every day!"

The little novice in the left hand glanced at Wan Jianfeng, then set his eyes on Guangmu Dajiu, put his hands together and said: "This female benefactor, the master of the little monk said, please put down the butcher knife, and let us fight with these two benefactors." Cross the valley safely."

(End of this chapter)