Chapter 59

The current scene is very chaotic. How can these people usually see so many monsters? Although they were very calm just now, when they really saw such a monster with blue teeth and ferocious faces, a thing called fear that was originally buried in their hearts really emerged.

"Why do you have to wait until this time to escape?" Liu Huifeng said helplessly.

"Lord, what are you still standing for? Run!"

At this time, a man who was running for his life saw Liu Huifeng hiding behind a tree. This man was a wandering monk with a French name Sanjie. Today, he came for the dragon boat race and wanted to see the excitement, but he encountered such a thing. When he saw Liu Huifeng standing motionless behind the tree, he thought he was stunned and pulled it up. Liu Huifeng ran away.

He was very strong and pulled Liu Huifeng's arm tightly. Liu Huifeng was afraid that if he struggled, he would inevitably hurt him, so he had no choice but to let this enthusiastic big bald head run forward.

Just...

"Oh, there are also monsters here. Let's go here!"

"It's broken, and this side is also blocked!"

"It doesn't matter. Don't be afraid, the poor monk still knows a way!"

"It's over, it's over, there's really no way."

Liu Huifeng now doubts whether this big bald head, which looks quite strong on the surface, is intentional. His vision is obviously a mess, and he has to force himself to escape together. During this period, others have run a lot, because some monsters have been intercepted by the disciples of those sects, but most of the monsters have begun to kill ruthlessly, only hearing screams, and there are screams everywhere.

Liu Huifeng's anger is rising. Do these practitioners really not pay attention to the lives of ordinary people? At this time, he and Sanjie were also surrounded by three covetous cat demons, and it was difficult to move forward.

"The benefactor, it's all the fault of the poor monks. Don't worry, the poor monks do things alone and won't drag you down. Let the poor monks lure them away first. You take the opportunity to escape."

Liu Huifeng looked at this dull-looking big bald head in astonishment, but he didn't expect that he was quite righteous.

He saw Liu Huifeng looking at himself with some surprise and said righteously:

"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is three precepts, the benefactor, the Buddha said, 'I won't go to hell, who will go to hell'. It seems that neither of us have many days to live. Donor, listen to the poor monks that poor monks have practiced kung fu!" He pointed to his big bald head, "Do you know about the iron head? The poor monk is going to fight with them! You almost ran away, but it's a pity that if you had known you would die here, you would have eaten more meat buns.

Liu Huifeng looked angrily and funnyly at this man with the name of Sanjie shaking his arm and twisting his waist, and rushing up to the waist. He really couldn't believe the reliability of his big bald head.

Sanjie is actually afraid, but he thinks that he has to be brave, otherwise Liu Huifeng will be paralyzed? Yes, I am a Buddhist. How can I be intimidated by such a little demon if I want to universally serve all sentient beings?

Thinking of this, he summoned up the courage to cheer himself up. At present, the poor monk must not be afraid of the benefactor. Yes, the poor monk can't be afraid. At worst, he can let these monsters who look really look a little scared eat the poor monk. Such a poor monk can't be afraid. Sanjie thought uneasily that his body should be able to satisfy them. I hope they will stop thinking about the donor after eating themselves.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush up, only to find that Liu Huifeng, who had been worried, had pulled him.

"Don't be afraid, the poor monk has practiced with the master, and he has two skills!"

Sanjie thought that Liu Huifeng was afraid that he would be injured by a monster, and he was also a little moved. He quickly comforted him and pointed to his big bald head.

They talked here, and the three cat demons that were not human-shaped would not wait for them. As soon as they arrived, they rushed to the two of them. The huge figure and agile speed made the three rings that Ben quickly had made up his mind a little at a loss. Seeing that the ferocious and terrible faces of the three cat demons were getting closer and closer to him, he only felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and he was almost unable to bear it.

At worst, the poor monk will be here today! Sanjie crossed his heart, closed his eyes and didn't look at the cat demon in front of him, and punched straight ahead.

Sanjie punched fiercely, and suddenly felt a trace of coolness beside him, but he didn't care much. He only felt that his fist was real. He suddenly exerted his strength, and a huge body fell back everywhere with his strength. He couldn't help opening his eyes. His mouth couldn't help arguing that he hadn't closed for a long time.

The three cat demons who have just opened their teeth and danced their claws have been lying on the ground, twitching all over, and the three heads have left their bodies and are still rolling around. The headless body seemed to have been cut off by something, and the incision was neat, constantly spraying bright red blood. Seeing this scene, his brain was blank and he muttered:

"Why is the head so gone?"

One hand patted him on the shoulder, and Sanjie jumped up. Looking back, he saw Zhengxu raising his hand and looking helpless Liu Huifeng.

"This benefactor, it turned out to be you, yo, yo, scared the poor monk to death."

Liu Huifeng smiled and said, "Can we go now?"

"Go? Oh, by the way, let's go!"

Sanjie once again pulled Liu Huifeng and quickly left here. This time, no monster stopped them, so the two quickly escaped from the battlefield on the edge of the West Lake.

"This...Master Sanjie, thank you for saving..."

Before he finished his words, he was interrupted by the three precepts. "Why did the donor say this? As the saying goes, all sentient beings are equal. At that time, the Buddha sacrificed his life to feed the eagle. Today, when the three precepts saw that the donor was in trouble and did not save him, it is not a person in the Buddha's sect. Amitabha Buddha is also destined for you and me. There is a way to meet thousands of miles to meet, and there is no chance not meet each other. In exchange for Other poor monks can't just leave like this... by the way, don't you know the name of the donor?

Liu Huifeng only listened to his chatter for a long time. Although he was grateful for his kindness, he did not want to pester with this broken-mouthed monk. Naturally, he removed the three cat demons. After closing his eyes and rushing forward, his mind moved. Before he could react, the three cat demons had been taken by the Wind Sword and his head was different. Naturally, Sanjie did not find it, and the only thing that saw this scene was that it had turned into a light rain flying beside him.

After asking, Sanjie didn't wait for Liu Huifeng to answer and said to himself, "It's strange that I haven't used iron head skills yet. Why did they become like that?" As he spoke, he lowered his head and pondered, "Is it a ghost?" Thinking of this, he was cold all over and suddenly had a chill. As soon as he looked up, he found that Liu Huifeng, who had just been talking to him, had disappeared.

"Ghost!"

A sad howling came out, and Sanjie ran away and no longer dared to look back.

Liu Huifeng was naturally not a ghost. When he saw that Sanjie seemed to be lost in meditation, he thought that he had reached a safe area anyway. These monsters were stopped by the practitioners and could no longer come farther, so he was relieved. After several shaking his body, he returned to the bushes where he had hidden.

Just watching more and more monsters rushing to the innocent people, and at present, the attention of the leaders of these sects is all on the proud sword and several demons that have just appeared, and they have no time to take care of the lives of these people. Liu Huifeng suppressed his anger at the practitioners who did not pay attention to the lives of these ordinary people, took a deep breath, and the Huifeng sword suddenly flew up at his waist and floated above his head.

"Go!" The low voice sounded, and the small rain that flew beside Liu Huifeng and turned into its original shape only felt a chill suddenly filled around him. Liu Huifeng's swords instantly turned into hundreds, and suddenly dispersed into a huge circular sword array, and inserted down with Liu Huifeng's voice.

Hundreds of swords were actually real, roaring through the running demons. In an instant, most of the monsters had been nailed to the ground by the flying sword before they could react, struggled to twist a few times, and died.

A little demon named Yuan Shi still didn't understand what had happened, so he felt that a powerful force was attacking. He was about to rush to a village girl in front of him. He quickly let go and hid back, but he only felt cold and looked down. His chest had been penetrated by a blue sword. This practice was only 26 years. The monster suddenly burst and died. He is far more than the only monster killed like him, but no one knows their names.

"The secret of ten thousand swords!"

Many Shushan disciples exclaimed.

"What a strong sword, who is this person!"

The masters of all factions and Ji Aojian who were facing each other saw this scene and turned their eyes to Liu Huifeng at the same time.

"It turned out to be him!"