Chapter 42 Who can ask the sword in his hand

Mo Cheng sighed and said, "I don't want the mantis to catch the cicada. The yellow finch is behind me. If a stranger appears within two miles, I can feel it. This arrow must be shot from the two miles away. The shooter shoots so far away. His speed is like thunder, and its momentum is more like swallowing the sky and day by day. If he wants to shoot you. The two of us, then none of us can leave alive.

"So master? It's unheard of..." Xu Donglai took a breath of cold air and said sadly, "This time, the alliance leader has no idea about what we investigated. Before he died, he had something to say, but he didn't spit out another word. How can you two go back and explain?"

"Alas, I've done my best, but listen to fate..." Mo Cheng pretended to lament and didn't pay attention to him, but thought to himself: "Before my death, although I didn't say anything, didn't you forget that I had that observation..."

Xu Donglai thought bluntly and thought about it, but he couldn't do it. He had to let go of this matter, but suddenly asked Li Qianren, "Li Qianren's side, the master should also arrive. Shall we join in the fun?"

"40,000 demonic cults here? More than a dozen leaders of the demon sect, do you think your life is too long? Mo Cheng couldn't help sarcasm, "If you obstruct Li Qianren's matter, it's the person who will deal with it. You and I will go back and restore our lives. Don't do anything..."

"Okay..." Xu Donglai's face was pitied by his lesson, so he had to take the cruel body and fly away with Mo Cheng.

At this moment, everyone is paying attention to Li Qianren's succession as the leader. No one knows what happened in the back mountain, but the ceremony of Li Qianren is over, and all the demons are happy and convinced. He was about to do some instructions on how to settle the people. At this time, a person at the foot of the mountain suddenly shouted:

"Master, Master, something happened to Yamashita!"

Li Qianren and a group of leaders stood under the ghost tree and were shocked to hear the words, but they saw Hu Long, who was originally set up at the foot of the mountain, running up the mountain. When everyone looked over, they saw that the man was full of blood and his face was pale and anxious.

"What on earth happened?" Yanhu snatched himself, held Hu Long's shaky body, and asked anxiously.

"There are a group of righteous people at the foot of the mountain, about seven or eight people. They are all advanced and have broken through the defense line of our brothers. It is almost halfway up the mountain."

"At present, I teach 40,000 people here, and there are only seven or eight people, so I panicked like this..." Suddenly, a person sarcastically said, "Is this the courage of the people of Longhu Mountain?"

Yan Hu suddenly looked up and saw a man in yellow in front of him wearing a hat, looking at him with a disdainful look.

Yan Hu couldn't help but say angrily, "Right, my brother fought with blood. As soon as he saw the enemy's power, he risked his death to come back to report the news. How dare you say this cold word and laugh at us!"

"Brother, don't quarrel!" Li Qianren waved his hand and walked a few steps quickly. He did not avoid the blood stain on Hu Long's body. He bowed down to pick him up and praised him: "Brother Hu Long was severely damaged and thought it was after a bloody battle. However, he was worried about the rise and fall of my teaching. In addition to his injury, he ran to risk his life to deliver the news to us and others. He was so heroic that he was worthy of our demon religion. Good man, everything must be done today, and thousands of people will have a good drink with you.

"Thank you, Lord, for your love!" Hu Long was overjoyed and wanted to bow down again. Li Qianran refused and ordered Qin Yi to take him to the back of the ghost tree to make bread to recuperate.

At this time, I heard him look around the believers and say loudly, "Today, I teach more than 40,000 people, and the heroes have come to the door. Although I don't know what they want, if you and my brothers quarrel first, aren't they going to make jokes?" He paused, stared at the man named Quanyou, and then said, "If you see my brothers fighting for themselves and will be on top of the world in the world in the future, these people will definitely boast, 'Only with the strength of us, the magic religion will mess up..."

The right listened and said with an ordinary worship at his feet, "What the devil taught me was that I was wrong."

He then stood up, shook the big knife in his hand, and the murderousness burst into his eyes. He whispered, "I'm going to avenge the Hu Long brothers now. You are just waiting here. Quan will come back with those heads in a moment..."

He didn't say enough, and without Li Qianran's consent, he flew up and jumped down the mountain.

Li Qianren was slightly surprised and said helplessly, "This right is the owner of Sihe. His faction has always been fierce, but it is not easy to rule."

It turned out that these four and gates were originally hard workers in the area of Qutangxia, Shudi, who gathered together to form a self-contained organization. These people stepped on the shallow and dangerous river barefoot, bowed down, and let the inch of thick hemp rope deep into their shoulders. Most of the time, they had to drag the heavy The ship walked for 20 miles, which was extremely difficult.

Later, these four families merged into the magic religion and were sheltered by it. However, the people in this family should work in a difficult and dangerous environment for many years. Most of them are fierce, grumpy, and like to govern themselves. When they cultivate ghosts, these people turn a blind eye to their orders and often just don't have such a thing, which is very order. People have a headache.

At present, Quanyou left for less than a moment, and suddenly something flew out of thin air and hit the ground with a bang. Li Qianren and others stared at it and saw that the person on the ground was actually the head of Quanyou.

Seeing his hair scattered and his face not closing his eyes, Sun Dezong looked at him and felt that the wound under his neck was as smooth as a mirror. When he had been cut by a sword with a very fast body method, this man must also be a master.

"Brother Quan was killed!" Sihemen couldn't help but be angry. In addition to grief and anger, everyone shouted, "Let's go, let's rush down to avenge Brother Quan together!"

At this time, I heard a burst of laughter at the foot of the mountain. Seven or eight people slowly stepped up the steps and walked up the mountain. Among them were Taoist priests, one with a purple face and a mahogany sword on his back. Next to him was an old monk in a mixed-colored jacket, thin and weak-looking old monk.

Being the two people, followed by a swordsman. Li Qianren looked over sideways. When he saw this person, he couldn't help thinking, "I didn't expect him to come!"

I saw the man wearing an ochre long cardigan, embroidered with phoenix patterns. He stepped on a pair of jade boots, held a long sword in his left hand, casually shook his sleeves and walked behind.