Chapter 222 Attack on the White Horse Temple 4

The monk who emerged from behind Liu Ziming was dry and thin. He seemed to be weak, but he was extremely cruel. This man was Decheng, the second disciple of Master Mojia, but when he saw his body flashing silently, he appeared behind Liu Ziming like a ghost. With a shake of his hand, a black dagger was already fierce. He pricked at Liu Ziming's vest.

"Get out of here!"

Although Liu Ziming was flustered because Li Xian was in danger, after all, he was not an idle person. As soon as the monk Decheng came out, he had noticed that the danger was approaching. He didn't care to attack Master Mojia again. He roared, rotated his body, walked with the knife, drew an arc, and cut to De with lightning speed. Between the waist and abdomen of the monk.

"Dang, Dang, Dang!"

Decheng monk was born as a horse thief, but what he was good at was not fighting head-on, but assassination. At this time, Liu Ziming's knife was extremely fierce and he did not dare to neglect it. The dagger in his hand gently shook, and he clicked three times on Liu Ziming's knife surface in a row. In a sound of gold and iron, he had turned upside down and was bound to get. The plot fell into the air, but the monk Decheng didn't care at all, just because the task he received was to pester Liu Ziming.

"Roar..."

Although Liu Ziming forced the monk Decheng back with a knife, he also lost the motivation to rush forward. He could not rely on the air and could only fall to the ground. Just as he wanted to turn around and kill Li Xian's position, he saw that the monk Decheng's toes were a little on the roof of the cloister. He had flown away again and turned into countless figures, such as He trapped Liu Ziming in the core like a horse lantern, but he did not touch Liu Ziming. He was so anxious that Liu Ziming roared. The big knife in his hand ran like flying with all his strength, trying to open a passage. However, the monk's body method was really strange. Although Liu Ziming had been desperately attacking, he could not get rid of Decheng. The monk's entanglement, not only that, but also almost injured under the thrust of the dagger several times. Liu Ziming had no choice but to force himself to calm down and start a bitter fight with the monk Decheng.

Luo Tong on the left and Liu Ziming on the right have been entangled respectively. Obviously, no one can help Li Xian in danger. At this moment, Li Xian can only rely on himself. In the face of the front and back attacks of the two masters, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to escape. The chance is not big, and even It is vague, but no matter how vague the hope is, it is also hope. Waiting for death has always been Li Xian's style. At this time, what Li Xian can do is to fight!

Regret? There is a little, but not much. Maybe it is because he was too cowardly in his previous life. In this life, there are more gamblers in Li Xian's nature. Even if he knows that there are dangerous things, Li Xian rarely retreats, not only in the court, on the battlefield, and in life, so he knows that in the White Horse Temple. In the case of an ambush, he resolutely stepped in, relying not on the side, but on his absolute confidence in himself. At this time, in the face of the must-kill situation, Li Xian not only did not panic, but was so calm that he was terrible. In an instant, he had calculated all the possibilities. In the lightning, he had already dealt with it. Tao.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Master Mojia's dry palm had been patted less than a foot away from his chest, Li Xian, who had always retreated, suddenly stopped his body. With an open breath, his empty right palm stood up, waved it out like a knife, and directly split into Master Mojia's palm, which was hard. The hard-line style actually ignored the master Zhixin, who had rushed to kill the generals.

"The evil obstacle!"

Li Xian's hand knife was fast and fierce. When the palm came out, the sharp roar burst out. Seeing how amazing the strength contained in the palm was, Master Mojia refused to give in at all. Not only did he not give in, but he secretly added a little strength to his palm, roared, and attacked with all his strength, fighting for both sides. You should make a move against Li Xian in order to create a chance to kill for Master Zhixin, who came from behind.

"Dead!"

As soon as he saw Li Xian actually intending to take over Master Mojia's move, Master Zhixin was overjoyed. He roared and flew up with force under his feet. He stamped Li Xian's vest with all his strength. There was no hand left at all. He only erased the seal. Even if Li Xian did not die, he had to remove half of his life. Of course, the premise It has to be hit.

"Bang!"

Hit it? It did hit, but it was not Li Xian's vest, but the palm of Master Mojia - at the moment when Master Mojia and Master Zhixin exerted their strength at the same time, Li Xian, who seemed to fight with Master Mojia, suddenly flashed. When it was not allowed to go, his whole body moved half a foot flatly, no He avoided the flying of Master Zhixin in a thoughtable way. The hand knife touched the palm of Master Mojia, floating like a willow catkins, and there seemed to be no strength inside. Suddenly, Master Mojia's full strength was lost the place of force. The chest and abdomen could not help but be astringent. Before he came to his senses, he saw that Li Xian's hand only hooked lightly. The unresponsive Master Mojia had lost his center of gravity. The palm of his full power was actually slapped to Master Zhixin. His palms collided with each other heavily and made a muffled sound. Under the hard work, the two old monks were shocked and turned away.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Master Mojia and Master Zhixin are brothers. Their martial arts skills are not much worse. Previously, they hit with all their strength, and a hard collision came down. No one could get a favor. They took seven or eight steps back before they stood firm. However, although people stood firmly, the rolling qi and blood could not be suppressed, and they all opened their mouths and sprayed. With a mouthful of blood, it turned out to be a situation of both sides.

"Yueer, are you afraid?"

Under one face to face, the two old monks were injured, and Li Xian also failed to get too much benefit. Although it seemed to be extremely easy to attract Master Mojia's palm with cleverness, in fact, it was not the case. The seductive look is easy, but the change of strength inside is extremely difficult. Even if it is as strong as Li Xian, it is so strong. Under the sudden change of force, the meridians were also hurt a lot, but in the face of a strong enemy, Li Xian did not dare to show a hint at all. He could only pretend to smile relaxedly, looked at Princess Mingyue, who was still in her arms, and asked gently.

"Master Zhixin, as a great monk, why are you not afraid of the Buddha's sin when you do this killing in front of the Buddha?"

Princess Mingyue is strong by nature. Although she was in danger, her little face turned pale with shock, but she was not bold. For Li Xian's question, she just smiled and did not answer. Instead, she turned her head and looked at Master Zhixin with an angry face and asked with an awe-inspiring face.

"Amitabha Buddha, sin, sin, the old man really has a last resort to suffer. When it's done, the old man should die and apologize."

Master Zhixin has lived in Yutan for more than 30 years. He has a lot of contacts with the royal family of Yutan and is also very familiar with Princess Mingyue. At this time, when he heard Princess Mingyue's question, he inevitably felt a little guilty. He put his hands together and shook his head bitterly and sighed.

"I have no choice but to suffer, hehe, what an excuse. If it's not bad, the master should be a Tufan?" Although Li Xianren stood still, the rest of his eyes had a panoramic view of the chaotic square war. Seeing that Luo Tong and Liu Ziming had been entangled, his heart could not help but feel a little heavy, and he wanted to delay more time. Then he smiled slightly and inserted a sentence from the side and point out the origin of Master Zhixin.

"Amitabha, Your Highness knows it, and I don't want to deny it. If you can fight with Your Highness today, you will die and have no regret." Master Zhixin did not deny Li Xian's inference and replied with a wry smile.

"What's the name of this master?"

Li Xian did not flirt with Master Zhixin again, but looked sideways at Master Mojia, who was silently breathing, and asked with a smile.

"Poor monk Mojia, Your Highness, don't delay the time. Fight!"

Master Mojia obviously took advantage of everyone's answer to complete the interest adjustment. At this time, he saw that Li Xian had many problems. It was clear that he wanted to wait for change. He refused to give Li Xian this opportunity. After reply indifferently, he had already dodged and rushed to Li Xian again. At the same time, Master Zhixin also killed from the right and Mo. Master Jia formed the momentum of double ghosts patting the door...

"Attack, Assault!"

Although Lin Chengbin has just been under Li Xian's command, on the one hand, he is impressed by Li Xian's saving of life, and on the other hand, he is convinced by Li Xian's wise god martial arts. His loyalty to Li Xian is no longer under the old bodyguards. At this critical moment, he can't care whether he will hurt the innocent, and roars and rush forward. The horizontal knife flew up and down, and in an instant, he had killed the two monks who rushed over under the knife. He rushed forward bravely and was sprinting. However, he saw two thick-backed knives coming one left and one right. Before the knife arrived, the knife wind had cut his skin and was in pain. He couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't care about rushing forward, and the horizontal knife in his hand. Tightly, he danced a knife light quickly and protected himself in front of him.

"DangDang..."

Two knives collided into Lin Chengbin's guard circle one after another, and an instant burst out a burst of crisp sound. The huge anti-shock force hit. Even though Lin Chengbin was extremely brave, he was also shocked and retreated, and the momentum of the forward impact of the Guards was suffocated.

"Sword array!"

Lin Chengbin finally forced himself to stabilize his retreating pace. A trace of blood hung down from the corners of his mouth. Obviously, he suffered some minor injuries under the hard frame just now. When he looked at it, he found that it was two thick middle-aged monks who just mixed in the crowd and launched a raid, whether it was the posture of holding a knife or his eyes. Sharp, all of which showed that the two monks were masters, and his heart couldn't help sinking. Just because he knew very well that if he could not break through the interception of these monks in time, Li Xian in the temple would be in great trouble, and this was the result that Lin Chengbin could not afford, but he was in a hurry. In the face of the interception of the two masters, Lin Cheng Bin knew that blind movement was absolutely useless. At this point, he had no choice but to fight. Then he roared and issued the order of the array...