"Lingxu! You sanctimonious bastard! If you have the ability, come out and have a fair fight with me!"
Downstairs, where the fox fairy was dyed red, the crazy monk Lingcheng was waving his knife tirelessly. But looking at the past, the only ones who could stand and breathe were Tianquan and the white monk.
After the blood wave swept across, the stumps and broken arms on the ground made others think that this was the scene of the eighteenth level of hell. At this moment, Tianquan was not only filled with anger, but also felt deep self-blame.
He blamed himself for his powerlessness and could only watch these knights and knights innocently killed by Monk Lingcheng. He didn't even have the ability to save the whole body of the other party.
The fair monk opposite, the unchanging smile on his face has been replaced by sorrow at this moment. At his feet lies Amu, whose body is covered with blood and he does not know whether he is alive or dead. If the bearded man had not blocked the crucial knife for him, I am afraid that the person lying on the ground at this moment would still have to die. Add one more person.
“Lingxu—Lingxu!”
Monk Lingcheng shouted this name wildly, and once again swung his bloody knife at the two standing people. Tianquan dodged awkwardly, and the light of the knife flashed past the side of his right arm, almost leaving one arm behind.
Looking at this horrific scene from a distance, Zhao Zijun and Zhao Ziyi were already vomiting. It was a question of whether they could walk back on their own, let alone help.
However, Lu Hanjiang and Huangfu Xiaoyuan were able to remain calm. It was not that they were cold-blooded, but that they had seen similar situations seven years ago.
Both of them had experienced the battle at Wandaomen, and such a scene could no longer move them. Compared to this hell scroll-like scene, the name shouted by the crazy monk made them quite concerned.
"If I remember correctly, Lingxu is the name of the abbot of Northern Shaolin, right?" Lu Hanjiang asked, touching his chin.
"Yes," Huangfu Xiaoyuan nodded and said, "Abbot Lingxu of Northern Shaolin has not appeared in the world for many years. It is rumored that he is old and seems to be planning to retire."
"This kind of nonsense only deceives those idle people in the teahouse."
Lu Hanjiang curled his lips disdainfully and said, "That old Taoist priest from Wudang can still kill people with a sword. I guess that old monk Lingxu will have no problem holding on for another ten years."
Seeing the crazy monk Lingcheng constantly cursing Lingxu, Huangfu Xiaoyuan asked curiously: "Could this Lotus Temple have a conflict with Northern Shaolin?"
"Who knows, it is common for Buddhist sects to communicate with each other, and they are disciples of the same generation, so it is not uncommon for them to have grudges."
Lu Hanjiang paused and then said: "What I'm curious about is why Monk Lingcheng of the Lotus Temple knows the Blood Demon Sword Technique. No matter how blind Li Guishou is, it's impossible for him to pass on this magic skill to an outsider, right? Moreover, right? This man is still a righteous monk."
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Although he was very reluctant to bring up the topic of Li Guishou, since Lu Hanjiang asked, Huangfu Xiaoyuan took advantage of the situation and said: "The Devil Sword King has only become famous as the master of Wan Dao Sect in the past ten years, but he began to But it was more than ten years ago that he entered the world of martial arts. Maybe it was a friend he once made?"
It is not uncommon to have such speculations. For example, Yan Fengyun, the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan, and Gu Zijing, the patron of Xuehua Palace, were all friends of Li Guishou before he became famous. If not for some mistake, Lu Hanjiang got the news. , no one would have thought that such three unrelated people would travel together.
"Probably not," Lu Hanjiang thought for a while and said, "'Bad Sword King Kong' became famous earlier than Li Gui Shou. If he had learned the Blood Demon Sword Technique long ago, it would not be Li Gui Shou's turn to master this martial art. Be famous in the world."
Before hiring someone, Lu Hanjiang would still ask Jin Yiwei to do the basic background check. Ba Dao King Kong Ling Cheng Monk, although his nicknames often have sinister meanings, this person has not had any bad reputation.
The word "Ba Dao" refers to the weapon he is good at, and the word "King Kong" describes his fierceness. If Lingcheng kills with a sea of blood every time, he has long been criticized for being a monk who is too murderous.
What's more, from the current point of view, this monk Lingcheng not only has problems with his martial arts, but also has a certain degree of mental instability. Lu Hanjiang has long been keenly aware that the bells emitted by the white monk are the same twice.
But the affected monk Lingguan just suddenly panicked and was defeated. How come it was Monk Lingcheng's turn to go crazy and kill indiscriminately.
And judging from the expression on Monk Baijing's face, it was obvious that Monk Lingcheng's madness was beyond his expectation.
"Brother Yue, Miss Yue, we don't care how the great monk learned his martial arts, we must first find a way to rescue the Taoist priest." On the other side, Zhao Ziyi, who finally breathed a sigh of relief, forced himself to His stomach was churning, and he spoke.
This is an honest statement. Now Monk Lingcheng does not distinguish between friend and foe. Tianquan and Monk Baijing on the field are both his targets. If one of them is not good enough, if the long line is broken and the demon monk runs away, the fun will be great. .
"Personally, I really want to see how many more swords Master Lingcheng can use... Just kidding, Brother Zhao, don't worry, let me tell you, the rescue is coming soon, they will be fine Yes." Lu Hanjiang said with a smile.
This wasn't something he just said casually. As early as when Tian Quan led his men to kill Hu Xian downstairs, there was a guy dressed as a servant sneaking out of the building. Looking at the direction, he should be going to the county. As for why Lu Hanjiang didn't stop him when he saw it... what does this have to do with him, hey.
Having said that, it is probably that the white monk wanted to find the county magistrate Fang Huayu to help deal with the aftermath. This was indeed a good move. After all, Tianquan came again and again, which was annoying to death. The business of Huxian Tower was still going on. If it were Lu Hanjiang, he would probably do the same thing.
But they probably didn't expect that the big variable of Monk Lingcheng was now gone, and they didn't need to think about the crime. It was just whether they could take down such a big criminal, which became a new problem.
Having said that, Lu Hanjiang was quite smart today. As soon as he started talking like this, Fang Huayu's people actually arrived.
"Stop it all! The magistrate is here! Put away your swords quickly!" A black-faced policeman arrived and led his people to surround the Fox Fairy Tower.
When Tianquan saw the county government officials arriving, instead of breathing a sigh of relief, he was worried. After all, according to Zhao Ziyi, Magistrate Fang would not stand on their side.
At this time, the field was in a deadlock. The words of the black-faced leader fell, but none of the three people standing obeyed the order. Monk Tianquan and Monk Baijing were worried that Monk Lingcheng would suddenly become violent and did not dare to stop easily.
Monk Lingcheng, on the other hand, turned his gaze and stared at the black-faced catcher. The bloody knife in his hand seemed ready to move.
"How outrageous! You dare to use weapons in front of the magistrate! Could it be that you want to assassinate the imperial official?!"
The black-faced catcher was so embarrassed that no one obeyed his orders. He strode forward and reached out to grab Monk Lingcheng's sword. Tian Quan had some conscience and shouted "Be careful" in advance.
Monk Lingcheng was in an unconscious state. When he saw someone trying to grab the knife, he immediately slashed it back. The black-faced catcher was shocked. He had some martial arts skills and immediately raised his knife to resist.
In a hurry, he was cut back more than ten steps by the knife, and his feet left two deep marks on the ground. The black-faced catcher was surprised that his entire arm was cut by the knife. I was so numb from the shock that I couldn't even pull out the knife now.
He cursed angrily: "You - you bald donkey! How dare you attack court officials!"
At this time, Monk Lingcheng could not listen to these words. He missed with one strike, raised the knife and slashed again. The surrounding officers were robbed of their momentum by the terrifying blood light on his knife, and they stopped one after another, not daring to step forward.
Seeing that this black-faced policeman was about to die, an angry shout suddenly sounded in the distance: "Evil! Don't stop!"
Surprisingly, Monk Lingcheng, who was already red-eyed, actually stopped what he was doing at this sound. Lu Hanjiang frowned slightly, dropped the stone in his hand, and looked back at the source of the sound: " Lion’s Roar Kung Fu?”
Not far behind everyone, the abbot of the Lotus Temple hurried over with several gray-robed monks.
