She stepped forward, protected everyone, took out a ghost needle in her hand, and said to everyone behind her:

"I can't always drag my senior brother down. I have to do my own thing. Let's go, protect uncle Jiaozi and Shiyin, and let's leave quickly."

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"Clang"

The monk swept from the wall of White Horse Temple into the backyard, and the black Buddha stick in his hand danced. With a big opening and closing, he knocked the thieves in front of him to the ground. Blood splattered everywhere, and the monk joined the battle group.

Mr. Lei, who was slashing his sword, turned around in shock. He looked at the desperate monk and shouted in anger:

"Didn't you let you protect them and leave? What are you doing when you come back!"

"The mustard monk is protected."

The monk stood up and flew past the crowd and landed beside Lei Ye. The two brothers were on their backs, one holding a Buddha stick and the other holding a single sword. The elite Heluo Gang formed a battle formation around him, holding a powerful crossbow machine, and guarded the edge of the White Horse Temple.

Anyone who tries to break through the defense will be forced back by a burst of arrows.

These people are the real elites accumulated by the Heluo Gang over the years, and the heroes who have been won over in the heroes, and the trump cards in the hands of the Lei Master have already taken out all the cards in his hands.

"Besides, you have not practiced martial arts hard for many years and you will be killed if you let them fight."

Lang Monk's tone was light and said to Lei Ye behind him:

"When I was a charity, I vowed to protect you well. When Ah Jiao died, I also asked me to look at you and tell you not to go crazy...

How can I let you die alone in this situation?"

Mr. Lei's face also changed slightly.

He looked at the demon sect masters who were eyeing him, and he tightened his single sword in his hand and said:

"I'm still holding a grudge. What happened when I snatched Gillian away?"

"Of course I hate it! How can I not hate it?"

The monk closed his eyes slightly, and the Buddhist true energy in his body was circulating, he said:

"But no matter how much you hate, you are still my brother.

I can't see you have no end. I have protected the poem for more than ten years, and the world is changing, and I am afraid I can no longer protect it. In this way, I am tired from the world.

I also want to go there and accompany Ajiao so that she won’t be lonely alone in the underworld.

But what will be the future of Shiyin in the future? How can we live our whole life? It’s not that I can control it. It’s really unreliable.”

"well..."

Master Lei lamented, and he didn't even look at the master of the Demon Sect who was pressing up around him. He said:

"It's a lifelong regret that I haven't seen Shi Yin become a child with my own eyes, but now that's the moment, I'm going to ask you that knot in my heart.

Tell me honestly!

Is Shiyin my daughter or your daughter?”

"Um?"

The monk leaned on a Buddhist stick and said in a low tone:

"I'm about to die, and I'm still thinking about this in my heart? Should I say you're so damn, or should I say you're crazy?"

"There's no way."

Mr. Lei laughed loudly. In the firelight gradually rising in the White Horse Temple, he looked at the single knife in his hand, and the blade reflected his round face, and he said:

"If you love Shiyin so much, how can I not worry? If Gillian had something to do with me and you back then, what should I do?

You can't even wear a cuckold before you die, right?"

"What nonsense!"

The monk scolded:

"Don't insult Ah Jiao's innocence."

He looked around and looked at the thieves who were eyeing him. He suddenly chuckled and said:

"Second brother, look, we only have two of us. The thief in front of us is powerful. There are twelve masters. I can barely kill two or three. I will leave the rest to you. Can I deal with it?"

"Yes!"

Master Lei walked forward with a knife, and a look of hideousness was reflected in the flames.

A sense of romance and pride also emanated from the round body of this big dragon head.

Mr. Lei moved his short neck and said:

"Brother, don't worry about fighting, just look at our old thunder methods!"

The next moment, Master Lei and Monk Lang stood up at the same time and flew in both directions.

As the flames rose in the ignited White Horse Temple wing room, the two of them were like when they were young, they made an appointment to walk around the world.

He took the initiative to face a strong enemy, and he was no longer afraid.

It’s just that time flies, things change.

The handsome young man who was so handsome back then, had a fat belly and was no longer romantic.

The elder brother who was calm and reliable back then and had made plans to move has also been a monk for many years. He could never get the world and was rarely quiet.

But in front of you, the swords and the shouts of killing, the two seemed to have never changed, and they were still the brothers who had just entered the world and were full of loyalty.

The Heluo Gang members shouted to kill Zhentian, but regardless of the gap in strength, they rushed with the gang leader.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the Shura Hell seemed to be a big door open.

The sword light flashed, the cold air was born, and the Buddha's stick was waving, and there was death or life.

With the power of two people, he fought against the twelve masters of the Fighting Demon Sect and nearly a hundred elite soldiers, which was almost like a death sentence.

But so what?

There are always some battles you have to fight in your long life.

All kinds of calculations can't stand the fate. In the end, for the sake of their precious daughter, their father and uncle still have to carry a sword to fight with a bloody battle.

Since you are hiding from the momentum and unable to escape, you might as well let go and fight, so as not to underestimate these demon thieves, the Lucky Hero of the Two Rivers.

It is said that it is to sacrifice life and death and to be loyal.

If there is a next life...
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