The martial arts skills of the gray-robed man were beyond the expectations of the civil and military brothers.
Ji Wen pounced in the air and quickly changed his moves to chase after him.
Ji Wurui saw that the visitor was wearing a gray robe and cassock, with a string of beads hanging around his neck and a steel hoop on his head.
He had long hair shawl and hairless eyebrows. Although he was in a dangerous situation, his face looked quite strange and he couldn't help but want to laugh.
The gray robe made a hunting sound, and the crescent shovel drew out horizontally.
At this time, Qian Sui showed no fear and actually got ahead of Ji Wu Rui. He used the blazing spear technique with the wooden stick in his hand and stabbed the man in gray robe.
This move made Ji Wurui panic.
Originally, relying on his Qinggong and body skills, he could lead him to deal with the enemy for a while, but now it is like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.
In desperation, he had no choice but to pull out the Yufu Sword, use the newly learned moves last night, and attack the gray-robed man first.
Although this move is unfamiliar, it is mysterious and subtle, very different from Ji Wurui's usual martial arts.
The gray-robed man screamed in surprise and had to stop his body, temporarily changing his moves to easily attack and defend.
The swords and shovels clashed, and Ji Wurui fell back, bumping into Qian Sui, and the two fell to the ground together.
Although the gray-robed man's attack was blocked, he saw the two men lying on the ground in a panic, defenseless, and he was overjoyed to rush forward.
The scorching heat hit behind him, and a fiery energy came rushing at the speed of wind and thunder.
It turned out that Wang Qi'an saw that the situation here was critical, so he abandoned his spear and the two of them rushed over.
The man in gray robe had to give up the great opportunity to hurt Qian Sui and turned around to deal with Wang Qi'an.
"I'll take care of it here, Xiaowen, Xiaowu, you take Qian Sui and go first."
Wang Qi'an sent word to the civil and military brothers who came one after another.
The Double Dragon Spear in his hand had stabbed more than a dozen times in an instant, leaving the gray-robed man overwhelmed.
Seeing that the spear-wielding boy and others were coming from behind, Ji Wurui and the other two men protected Qian Sui and rushed towards the other end.
He broke out of the window and jumped into the street.
Wang Qi'an advanced and retreated suddenly, bumping into the oncoming crowd. The double dragon spears danced left and right as if they had spiritual consciousness, killing everyone and causing them to fall down the corridor.
Although the two young men with spears were highly skilled in martial arts, they were blocked by their own people and could not attack at close range.
The man in gray robe regained his breath at this time, and his arrogance increased greatly. He brandished a crescent shovel and charged towards Wang Qi'an.
Wang Qi'an was extremely accurate. He used the tip of his spear to press the shovel, then pressed and slid upwards, accelerating upwards and diagonally dipping the gray-robed man's throat.
This move evolved from the blazing marksmanship's ultimate move "Blazing Company". When saving Sima Chang's brother and sister that day, the vultures of the Mosasaurus Gang were almost hit by it as soon as they were used.
Now that it is being used, it is becoming more and more skillful, surprising and hard to guard against.
Sure enough, the man in gray robe had never seen such a magical move before. His face changed drastically, the crescent moon lifted up with the shovel, and the man retreated hastily.
Wang Qian opened the crescent shovel with one palm, accelerated his body, and kept the gun's momentum unchanged.
The man in gray robe looked frightened. He took off his crescent shovel and fired it as a hidden weapon. The man then moved sideways out of the corridor and fell to the ground.
Wang Qi'an smiled, did not pursue, kept moving, passed through the holes left by Ji Wurui and others, and flew away quickly.
Wang Qi'an caught up with Ji Wurui and others five or six kilometers south of the town.
After a lot of trouble, Ji Wu's old wound burst and threatened to relapse, so everyone had no choice but to find an abandoned temple outside the barren mountains and ridges for a temporary stay.
While others were reapplying medicine to Ji Wu to stabilize his injury, Wang Qi'an looked around.
"Although this temple is dilapidated, it is neat and clean, with signs of regular cleaning."
he wondered.
Ji Wurui approached the table used for worship, looked at it and said:
"There is no incense in the shrine, but there are some remnants of fruit and food. It cannot be the work of devout men and women.
I think nine out of ten homeless people choose this temple as a place to stay. "
Wang Qian thought that was probably the case.
The two of them took advantage of their free time and walked to the wide patio.
The well in the middle is not dry, the water is shining brightly, and there is a wooden bucket for water next to it.
Although the wall on the left is dilapidated and broken, it is covered with green vines and full of red and white flowers, which looks lively and joyful.
"By the way, the move you used to deal with the gray-robed hairless monk at the inn was so wonderful, why have I never seen you use it before?"
Wang Qian asked curiously.
Ji Wurui didn't answer, but instead took out the Yufu sword and turned the hilt.
There was a soft "click" sound, and the sword hilt split open, revealing a small crack.
Ji Wurui opened it and took out a piece of pale yellow silk.
Wang Qi'an looked at all this in amazement. He did not expect that the hilt of the sword could hide objects. The design was so ingenious that it was breathtaking.
Ji Wurui raised it to Wang Qian's eyes and said with a wry smile:
"This is my family's sword manual.
My father insisted on me carrying this sword that day because he hoped that I would wake up early and become proficient and practice diligently outside.
I didn't think about it until Ji Wu was injured. "
So that's it. Judging from the moves Ji Wurui used, this sword repertoire is no small matter.
But after all, martial arts were passed down from family to family, and it was not easy for him to spy on them.
"You can figure it out, and you will live up to my father's expectations. You must never expose these secrets of martial arts without Rui."
Wang Qian pushed the silk back and hid it back in its original place.
Ji Wurui said excitedly:
"When I master this book, I need to discuss it with Brother Wang."
Wang Qi'an smiled, thinking that it was rare for his character to change and his fighting spirit to rise.
The two chatted and laughed for a while, and suddenly Wang Qi'an's expression became concentrated and his ears perked up.
"Someone is coming! It's very fast!"
With the enemy unknown, Wang Qian pulled Ji Wurui into the temple.
In an instant, there was a sound of clothes fluttering, and three figures fell into the courtyard, occupying three sides, as if they were afraid that the people in the temple would escape.
The three people have different images and all have strange appearances.
One of them, aged thirty-five or six, had a pair of four-sided maces on his back. His face was quite handsome, but he had two red spots, one large and one small, on his left and right cheeks, which looked shocking.
There is a person on the left, about thirty years old, holding a golden mace, with a pair of big ears that catch the wind, but his eyes are as thin as beans. The contrast between the two is huge, and his face is pointed and narrow, like a wild wolf.
The person on the right is the youngest, holding a curved half-moon blade in his hand, and his appearance is even more terrifying. He has a bloody mouth, as if he wants to select people and devour them.
The top of his head is bald without a single hair, and there is a sarcoma on his forehead, which looks like a horn from a distance.
"Three Beasts of the Ghost Realm!"
The image of the visitor was so unique that Ji Wurui had already guessed his identity and almost exclaimed in surprise.
Wang Qi'an couldn't help but feel shocked. He had also heard about these three evil men.
The person in the middle is the spotted leopard Ao Rong, the boss of the three beasts.
The one on the left with wind-catching ears is the green-faced wolf howling in the west wind.
The man with the sarcoma on his right forehead is Helianxing, known as the one-horned rhinoceros.
These three beasts are notorious for being cruel and easy to kill, and they have countless innocent blood on their hands.
There are many encirclements and suppressions in the Baidao martial arts world, but the three of them are so powerful in martial arts that they appear and disappear, and no one has been able to do anything about them for many years.
I didn't expect to appear here today.
He Lianxing opened his mouth wide and with a ferocious face, and said to Ji Wurui:
"Seeing that you are gentle, delicate and knowledgeable, I will spare your life later and only cut off one of your arms and legs."
