Quick wear: the villain can also push the male protagonist!

Chapter 87
The metal buzzed, the sword was out of its sheath, Han Yu held the sword in his hand, but did not attack.

This person looked... a bit beyond his expectations.

It was a tattered monk with a heavy hammer the size of a millstone, and an oily wine gourd pinned to his waist. The monk's robe was so dirty that he couldn't see the color, and his gray beard almost covered his entire face.

The reason why he can still recognize this monk is because of his bald head and several neat rows of ring scars on the top.

"If one fails, another one will come. After you die, remember to entrust the old bald donkey with a dream, and tell him that since he has done something wrong, don't even think about escaping retribution!"

The monk missed the blow, and cursed with a sneer, "My old man is not far from going to hell, and he can't even think about being alone!"

While speaking, he struck down again with a hammer.

The entire dilapidated temple shook, and the overhead beams slammed into the pile of bricks beside the Buddha statue.

The bricks and soil slid down a section, revealing a person half buried in the soil.

The man was dressed as an assassin, his face was covered, his chest and abdomen were deeply sunken, as if he had been hammered by some heavy object, he was already dead.

... More than one person has come to look for this monk.

Han Yu's eyes sank, he stepped lightly, and flew out of the door—otherwise, the two of them would be buried together in the collapsed house when the old lunatic came up a few more times.

The crazy monk followed, as if he was not used to the glare of the sun outside the door, he squinted his small eyes, and moved a little slower.

Han Yu was able to catch his breath for a moment, and then he belatedly recalled the "old bald donkey" the other party said, and his heart moved, "What you said earlier was Master Xuan Che of the Wulin League?"

The monk's expression froze for a moment, "Don't play dumb!"

...however you look at it, there is a problem.

Han Yu had a solid idea in his mind, and suddenly raised his hand, two silver marks came out, screaming and drawing a sharp arc in the air, and hit the opponent's door directly.

The name "Xuan Che" seemed to be a needle, piercing the monk's tense nerves and slowing down his thoughts and actions.

——Just as he slammed the two darts into the soil with a savage arrogance, his ears moved slightly, and suddenly he heard a faint sound of wind coming from behind.

The sense of crisis screamed, he realized something was wrong, and was about to turn around, but it was too late.

The shoulder blades on both sides went cold one after another, and then, there was a sudden burst of bone-crushing pain.

——A thin sword strikes from behind, with a sense of lightness and beauty, piercing into his bones faintly, the strength is different from its ethereal appearance, it is deep, heavy, and full of destructiveness.

Han Yu carried a sword with him, but he rarely used it in front of righteous people.

Liu Hongyuan's shadow can be seen everywhere in his swordsmanship, even if he was forced to draw his sword, he deliberately opened and closed to prevent anyone who is interested in seeing the clue.

Although the whole Jianghu could "see the clues" and couldn't count how many, but he was as cautious as he was, and he was only willing to make unreserved moves in two situations.

One is that it is absolutely impossible for the opponent to recognize the source of his sword technique, and the other is that it is certain that the opponent will die under his sword.

The country monk in front of him happened to meet both points.

——Han Yu originally thought so.

However, when his opponent knelt down, he suddenly realized that the monk who was arrogant and unruly just now was looking at him with horror.

It was as if standing in front of him was a ferocious thousand-year-old ghost, crawling out from the pool of blood, grinning grinningly and wanting to demand his life.

Han Yu gave a sharp pause, and frowned.

It's really... It's not like he didn't recognize his swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)