Before the thin monk could speak, the monk who had just closed his eyes held a crescent shovel in his hand, strode forward, and shouted loudly: "This donor is very strong, let the little monk understand it."

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohua was furious.

Along the way, he first avoided the sword that Bai Yonggui and Chai Feng sneaked on the deserted island, and then used his light skills to intimidate the people of the Xinrong Sect on the sea boat, and hid in the cabin. He just used his strength to pull down the weeping willows. After enduring and enduring, he kept intimidating them. Isn’t it just to tell them all their life that I, Zhang, are not afraid of you, but they don’t want to cause trouble and go home quietly, but what about the people of the Xinrong Sect? If they fail to silence, they find help and ask themselves to lit acupoints to follow them. This is to understand that they want their own lives.

The people of Xinrong Sect were shocked when they tried hard to push down the big tree. The monk stood up again. It seemed that he would not give up if he didn't hit the wall. If he didn't give up, they wouldn't know that Prince Ma had three eyes!!!

Zhang Xiaohua watched the monk walk into the encirclement and sneered: "Since the monk is going to fight, then let's fight, and first report his name."

The monk held a crescent shovel in his hand and said proudly: "I am a monk, Yuanshan, Dalin Temple!"

"Dalin Temple?" Zhang Xiaohua frowned. In fact, he didn't know much about the world. He heard that he was a monk just now, and the first thing he thought of was Dalin Temple. It was just:

"Isn't this Dalin Temple a famous sect in the world? Why are you engaged in this Xinrong Sect? This murder and treasure hunting is obviously something that the world dislikes. Why is Dalin Temple even involved in it?"

However, the angry Zhang Xiaohua doesn’t care whether you are Dalin Temple or Shaolin Temple.

Seeing that Monk Yuanshan took the crescent moon shovel over, he laughed and said, "Okay, OK, OK."

After saying that, he pulled up the long sword inserted on the ground from the ground, and also floated forward. He raised the sword and slashed it from top to bottom, shouting: "Monkey Youna, let's eat my sword."

Zhang Xiaohua has only learned the nameless sword technique. If the sword technique is used to use this long sword that weighs thousands of pounds, it can certainly be light, but it has lost its light charm. Zhang Xiaohua has never learned other sword techniques. However, since the white-headed man can use a soft sword to cut, why can't he use a long sword to cut it?

Of course, his move is very similar to the power of splitting Huashan.

When the monk Yuanshan saw Zhang Xiaohua slashing with his sword, he was full of flaws. He wanted to use the crescent shovel to greet the flaws on his body, but when he heard the whimpering sound of the long sword, he knew that even if he succeeded in his move, the long sword and body would inevitably burst into pieces. He couldn't help but feel his heart waving. He shouted loudly, and actually raised the crescent shovel with both hands and welcomed Zhang Xiaohua's long sword.

In the heart of the monk Yuanshan, his crescent shovel, which was as thick as a duck egg, naturally took advantage of it. The long sword that was chopped was probably going to take back the change of moves before it reached the top of his head. It can be said that at that time, the long sword and the crescent shovel collided. At first, the monk Yuanshan was secretly happy to see that Zhang Xiaohua had not stopped his move. Although the sword embryo was still not open, how could it be compared with his crescent shovel? This confrontation could not be knocked away by himself?

However, in an instant, a huge force that he had never touched before came from the crescent shovel in his hand, like a huge mountain pressing on the top. The monk Yuanshan's eyes were cracked, his face was ashen, his teeth were clenched, and he used all his strength to resist upwards.

Everyone heard a loud "click" sound, and the Yuanshan monk was half short, and his entire calf was trapped in the middle of the land!

Then, with a "punch", Monk Yuanshi spit out a mouthful of blood and shouted: "Okay."

The strength in the hands was weaker.

Then, another "punch" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out, followed by another sentence: "Okay."

The crescent shovel was a little shorter, and Monk Yuanshi's arms were trembling.

Then, another "punch" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out, followed by another sentence: "Okay."

The crescent shovel also dropped to the ground with a "clang" sound. Monk Yuanshi's three mouthfuls of blood spurted out and his body collapsed. Unfortunately, his entire calf was trapped in the ground, and he couldn't even think about it.

Zhang Xiaohua's long sword fell on the top of Monk Yuanshan's head!

The thin monk not far away was shocked when he saw this and shouted, "Don't hurt my senior brother's life."

Before he finished speaking, the monk had already stabbed Zhang Xiaohua in his hand with a long sword in his hand. The lightness skills that were like arrows left were shocked even when Zhang Xiaohua saw them.

Unfortunately, in Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual consciousness, he had already seen the coming of the sword clearly. After waiting for the sword to reach his body, he waved his head slightly and then moved away. The sword went away; the thin monk was also very good. Seeing the sword piercing the sky, he first protected his body with a sword flower, then turned over in the air, and then faced Zhang Xiaohua and continued to stab him.

Zhang Xiaohua had no intention of hurting the life of Monk Yuanshi. The sword in her hand was just a little above the monk Yuanshan's head. Then, it was a fall, floating high, dodging the sword again, and throwing his sword away at Chai Feng, who surrounded him. When Chai Feng saw the two of them fighting in a hurry, the sword suddenly flew towards him, and he was already frightened. He leaned over and lay down, and the sword flew over his head and penetrated straight to the ground behind him.

Zhang Xiaohua threw the sword away, reached out and took out the sword from her arms, and sneered, and flew towards the thin monk. When the thin monk saw Zhang Xiaohua throwing the sword, he was puzzled at first, but he saw Zhang Xiaohua taking out a toy sword from her arms, and he didn't know what it meant. But he didn't dare to be careless. He pointed the sword and attacked the general again. Zhang Xiaohua saw the sword stabbing, but instead of retreating, he dodged, and his figure strangely dodged half an inch, avoiding the tip of the sword. The small sword in his hand also quickly stabbed the thin monk's throat. The monk was shocked, swung his body, and kicked Zhang Xiaohua's waist. Zhang Xiaohua was in the air, and his legs were bent, and he was facing it. With a dull sound, the two kicked each other. The thin monk took advantage of the opportunity to stand up, but Zhang Xiaohua flew towards the encirclement like a sloping smoke.

The thin monk thought he was going to escape and shouted, "Don't go."

Another step was chasing him, but Zhang Xiaohua flew with the force, how fast was it? When he chased him, Zhang Xiaohua had already swept to the encirclement. But Zhang Xiaohua did not fly over the encirclement like the thin monk thought, but instead poked out the small sword in his hand and stabbed straight at one of the person in the encirclement. It was not Bai Yonggui!

Bai Yonggui was also like a firewood peak. He was so scared by Zhang Xiaohua's courage that he pissed up and hurriedly raised his sword to greet him. His martial arts skills were not as good as Zhang Xiaohua, and he was already confused at this time. Zhang Xiaohua sneered. The little sword was a little bit at his throat, and a trace of blood had already oozed out. Then, he stopped exerting force. The small sword just flew past Bai Yonggui's right hand holding the sword, and cut off his thumb. Ten fingers connected to the heart. Bai Yonggui felt a piercing pain, and the long sword "Yanglang"

"It fell to the ground. At this time, the thin monk also came over. Zhang Xiaohua turned around and grinned her teeth. Instead of breaking through, she turned around and flashed by. The small sword stretched out again, stabbed the thin monk's throat from a strange angle. The monk did not dare to neglect. The long sword in his hand felt a change of move and protected him. Zhang Xiaohua suddenly pulled up in the air and flew over his head. Then, the long sword in his hand casually turned around and stabbed him, leaving a trace of blood on the back of the thin monk's neck.

Before the thin monk could turn around, he felt a chill on his neck. He felt something was wrong. He also stabbed the sword back, wanting to die together, but at this time, Zhang Xiaohua had already flew back into the encirclement and stopped looking at everyone. He smiled and said, "Don't disturb me again, otherwise, it would not be as relaxed as today."

After saying that, the figure flew up, in the direction of Chai Feng. Chai Feng had just gotten up, and when he saw Zhang Xiaohua flying over, he couldn't help but lie down again. Zhang Xiaohua ignored him and flew straight to the edge of the long sword, drew up the long sword, floated up again, jumped a few times, and disappeared into the dark dusk field.

Zhang Xiaohua disappeared from taking action to flying out of the encirclement. In a short time, the two leaders of the prosperous faction outside the circle had not had time to take action. At this time, they quickly flew over and wanted to chase him, but they did not dare to do so. They looked hesitant. The thin monk stood there with a pale face, staring blankly at his hand, and there was only a faint trace of blood in the palm of his hand.

After a while, he came to his senses and looked at Lord Li, who was standing in the middle of the circle and never moved forward. He said in great frustration: "Stop chasing, you are not his opponent, and you can't catch up with him."

Master Li immediately responded: "Yes, Master."

The thin monk said again: "Go and see my senior brother's injuries."

In fact, he now knew that the young man had no intention of murder. He had just been born under his sword. I guess his senior brother would not be in danger of his life.

Sure enough, Monk Yuanshan only suffered violent shocks in his internal organs and his whole body was exhausted. He waited for the secret elixir made by Dalin Temple. After half a stick of incense, he woke up.

Zhang Xiaohua has already left, and everyone from the Xinrong Sect doesn't have to surround him. Now they are standing beside him, thinking that he is actually on the same boat with such a great master for so many days, and they can't help but feel scared. However, they are quite grateful that they have made the right decision and have not provoked him. Otherwise, they will not know where the lives of the people in this boat will be left.

When Chai Feng saw Bai Yonggui's injuries, he felt even more overwhelmed. He knew that the young man who seemed to be ordinary did not mean to hurt him. The sword he threw was just a warning. Bai Yonggui, who sneaked on a deserted island and wanted to kill him on a sea boat, wanted to silence him. Although he had not been killed by him now, the thumb on his right hand was cut off by the young man, and he would never be able to use a sword for the rest of his life. Fortunately, the young man seemed to still remember the benefits of taking him back to the land. He saved his life so that Bai Yonggui could survive and live for the rest of his life.

The thin monk originally wanted to ask about Zhang Xiaohua's situation carefully, but when he saw the monk Yuanshan was in a sluggish manner, he said, "Senior brother is seriously injured. I want to take my senior brother back to the temple for treatment. You should deal with the matter here after you go to the temple. I will report the matter to the elders, so you can also help you quickly."
Chapter completed!