Chen Qiuluo was surrounded by a crowd. He raised his fingers and asked in an ordinary tone:

"Have anyone ever seen a handsome wild Taoist priest? Please tell me that his master wants him to go back and prepare for a blind date and get married."

Naturally no one answered such a cold joke, and there were more than a dozen knives in front of him, and they were chopped off on the head.

"My friends in Yinlou are still as unfriendly as ever."

"Clang"

With Chen Qiu's complaints, the Liangyi Divine Fist, which was ready to go, suddenly rose from the night, and the five-color true energy wrapped around his arm, and he shot forward with a simple and indescribable straight punch. The true energy was soaring, turning into a ring-shaped impact, forcing the people around him to retreat.

The dragon-like fist power turned into waves of the sea, with the sound of muffled thunder, and slammed forward hard. With the sound of the sharp blade breaking, more than a dozen warriors rushing towards the front were as if they were hit by an invisible heavy hammer.

Blood was sprayed on his mouth, his body bones were broken, and they were like shells that were out of the cavity, hitting the closed vermilion gate of Guizang Villa.

The next moment.

"Clang"

The heavy door was blown open by more than a dozen people. The solid door bolt was broken and the wood chips flew across the board. The two doors could not bear the huge force and fell off the door frame. They were pushed several feet away and smashed to the ground.

There was a big stir.

As the dust flew, Chen Qiu walked slowly into the villa's front hall. On both sides of the gorgeous and exquisite screen wall, warriors rushed out, and the Japanese ghost martial artists who had turned into half-ghosts, roaring with all kinds of strangeness.

Of course, the ninjas who hide and assassinate are indispensable in this occasion.

They each pinched handprints to make strange ninjutsu, causing shadows to be filled with figures, as well as fireballs, wind blades, kunai scythes, and various hidden weapons to hit the head.

Those good disciples taught by Penglai, the Onmyoji who were wearing high crowns and black clothes, threw out yellow talisman papers, trying to trap Chen Qiu in place and let him be killed by the blade.

"Buzz"

It is hard to explain, and the unknown energy rises, just like this disturbed night. At this moment, the sky and the earth change, and the surrounding area turns into a vast white area.

Wherever you see, snow falls thousands of miles away, and the whole world is lonely.

Cold, gloomy, and a feeling of parting.

Loneliness, death and silence, lamenting that all sentient beings are suffering.

When a person lives for a lifetime, he has helpless things everywhere. He cannot relax his mind and does not even have a moment of freedom. What is the meaning of such a life?

It is better to go back here, and it is better to be liberated here.

The sword intent rose, just a moment, and in just a moment, less than a breath, more than half of the dozens of people rushing towards Chen Qiu were stabbed at Chen Qiu's neck.

The moment the knife intention dissipated, the person who wiped his neck was confused and his face was full of surprise, but blood had already gushed out of his neck that had been cut open, flowing everywhere with the breath of life.

If you want to block it, you can't block it, as are those ghost martial artists.

The intent of swords, swords, fists, and guns, which are difficult to describe and elusive martial arts, are the confidence to match all kinds of evil methods. This is the unique skill of warriors.

It was not safe and unlucky for others who had to rely on their will to resist this moment of sword intent.

Before the illusion of snow fall in front of me was gone, I saw Chen Qiu moving slightly, like a ghost shadow magic, or a shadow sword technique. One person pulled out dozens of afterimages in front of the screen wall.

For example, more than a dozen Chen Qiu attacked at the same time, fist, palm, leg, fingering, and figures closed in an instant, and the broken weapons were inserted into the ground in a scattered manner, like swords and guns.

When he raised his foot forward, everyone in the field seemed to turn off the switch as a living creature at this moment. Everyone fell to the ground softly at the same time.

There was no scar on the whole body, but there was no resurrection. Under the crushing of force, even the soul-drawing became so simple.

"Bang"

The exquisite screen wall that has been standing in Guizang Villa for more than a hundred years is like being hit by a shell, cracking in the flying gravel, and the bluestones shattering, giving up a road to the foreground for the demon.

Under the night, a man walked out of the front hall with a scripture scroll in his hand.

He stood on the steps and looked down.

Chen Qiu also stopped and raised his head and looked at the man on the steps under the dead pool of blood behind him.

The two looked at each other.

We have never seen it before, but at this moment, we feel like we are driven by fate. They have fought in secret many times.

"You asked Lu Yuniang to go to Jinling to attend the evil killing conference? You took the sword of Tang Jiusheng, and you sent it to Lianhuanwu?

Ask a little deeper.

Those Japanese monks can live to Tiantong Temple, right? Is it your fault?"

Chen Qiu moved his fingers and said softly:

"Bet on both ends. Lu Lianshan, you can, I destroyed so many hidden building branches and pieced together thousands of clues to find a clue.

Should Chen call you Lu Lianshan or the Hidden Tower Master?”

"Chen Qiu, you broke the door of my house and repaired it, it's very expensive."

Lu Lianshan let go of his fingers and let the calculations fall.

Hit the ground and splashed dust.

He held the black magma he wore around his waist in his hand, and used his fingers to shatter it. The wind of dancing wrapped around his body, and the sound of wind and thunder echoed.

On the face that was somewhat similar to Lu Guizang, blue veins swelled up like a demon.

His voice became hoarse, as if something extremely evil was roaring out of him.

"I just, like you geniuses, have something that I have tried my best to protect. If I die at your hands tonight and take good care of Gui Zang and Yu Niang for me, would it be great?"

"No such statement."

Chen Qiu waved his hand.

explain:

"Why are the two of you who have no relatives and I? Why don't you run away tonight? Is it because you have done too much and want to die?"

"I'm tired. Since seventeen years ago, I sold myself once and exchanged it for my father, I have been drawing a prison. This life has long been from Penglai, and there is no good thing to give you."

Lu Lianshan's figure expanded rapidly at this moment.

The tone also became low and gloomy, like the swaying wind and thunder.

He, no.

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Chapter completed!