Zhang Wenfeng did not dare to rashly take a basin or the like and pretend to put out the fire.
If the thieves monks hiding in the dark attack Uncle Lame and his second senior brother, he will be restrained by the other two thieves, making it extremely difficult to rescue them in time. Moreover, the shouts on their side have fallen silent due to sound transmission, and there is already a flaw.
It was impossible to take advantage of the three thieves by taking advantage of them.
He coughed and said loudly: "Friends who set fire, come out. Let's fight with open swords and real guns. If you hide your head and show your tail and dare not come out, I won't accompany you, so I will go to the city to find helpers."
Hearing the real master say that he was going to the county town to move reinforcements, the thieves hiding in the darkness in the northwest direction of the backyard could no longer hide.
They looked at each other, wondering how the other party discovered them?
There are only three of them left, and there is no possibility of a thief.
A man's voice sounded like a broken gong: "Okay, okay, heroic! Then let's do it according to the rules of the world. If you lose, I only want one thing, not to harm your lives."
Three figures emerged from the firelight, walking along the middle passage towards the courtyard door.
Because of the backlight, they were still far apart and could not clearly see what the three of them looked like.
Zhang Wenfeng used to be influenced by Lame Uncle's sinister stories about the world. He could tell at once that the other party was trying to delay the war and wanted to stabilize them. Just listen to the nonsense that didn't threaten their lives. He pretended to be curious and asked:
"I wonder what my friend wants? If it's possible, I'll give it to you to avoid a fight."
The old lame man squinted his eyes and looked at the person coming.
He grabbed a dark iron fiber in his hand, with one end pointed and a thin hemp rope wrapped in the middle, about eight feet long, and whispered: "Exit the courtyard gate and go to the wheat drying field. They are backlit, and we are dazzled by the firelight. Suffering from the terrain.”
The tall figure in the middle opposite smiled: "If you dare to run away, I will burn your Taoist temple."
He wasn't worried that the other two could escape from him. He mainly wanted to threaten the real master.
He refused to say what items he wanted, so he quickened his pace and chased the three people who exited the courtyard.
The person on the left held a torch soaked in grease. When he was still a few feet away from the courtyard gate, he lit the torch, rounded his arm and threw the torch over the courtyard wall.
The torches were tumbling in the air, making a whirring sound, lighting up a large area.
The three thieves flew over the courtyard wall. They did not go through the doorway, fearing that they would be plotted by the authorities. They went to kill the three Taoist men who were standing in the open space of the wheat drying field. They did not find a dark donkey in the darkness of the backyard. Sneaking out, he followed.
Such heavy hooves stepped on the blue brick floor and fell to the ground silently.
Zhang Wenfeng used the light of a torch thrown over the courtyard wall to see clearly the appearance of the tall and thin man flying past the courtyard. He really guessed that he was Luan Tingsan, the bandit leader who had slipped through the net. His obvious nasolabial folds and sinister eyes were burned to ashes. He knows them all.
He was not in a hurry to reveal the other party's identity now, but found the right opportunity to shock the other party.
He relaxed a little, knowing the details of the other party's cultivation. The other two were wearing night clothes and veils.
Among them, the one on the right has a slim figure and a curvy figure. She is a female thief.
He suddenly remembered the early morning of the first morning, when he ambushed him at the foot of the mountain and he killed a female thief. The female thief ran away, and the voice message reminded her: "The masked female thief is good at using poisonous needles and hidden weapons. Be careful!"
The other masked man had no idea what his abilities were, but he reminded them that both of them would be on guard against hidden weapons.
He was wondering whether the three bereaved dogs wanted to avenge the dead female thief?
A yellow talisman appeared in the palm of the second brother's left hand, and he muttered words. He pointed the sword in his right hand at the chest of the female thief, indicating that she would be dealt with by him.
The old lame man didn't fight. He hadn't fought with anyone for many years, so he didn't know how much courage he still had.
Holding the iron fiber in both hands, he swung it to his waist like a spear, pointing at the masked man on the left.
When the three people on the opposite side landed and rushed towards this side, Zhang Wenfeng unsheathed his sword and waved a light green light. He took the lead to meet the bandit leader Luan Tingsan in the middle. He silently recited the Qingxin Jue in his heart. He needed to maintain absolute calmness.
"What a sword!"
Luan Ting praised three times, with undisguised greed in his eyes, and the nasolabial folds became more obvious as the corners of his mouth stretched.
He pulled out the ghost-headed sword from his back, jumped up, held the sword in both hands and shouted: "Kill!"
The blade of the blade shone brightly with the light of the torch, and he slashed hard at the charging young Taoist priest. He did not make any protective tests, hoping to overwhelm him with his momentum.
Zhang Wenfeng had a bronze Bagua Mirror hidden in the palm of his left hand to guard against any evil spirits or poisonous mist that the other party might use to interfere. Seeing that the other party was planning to bully him based on his cultivation, he would not be polite to him, so he quickly stabbed him with the green bamboo sword in his hand.
The sword light is like plum blossoms, blooming in the air.
He used the "Flowers Blooming in the Wind" pricking technique as a false move, but in reality it was a hidden means of leveraging and offloading force.
Hearing a slight sound of breaking through the air, in a calm state, he used his mind to visualize the vague tree-like Yuan Qi in his Dantian, and guided it to suddenly release, and instantly performed the "Aoki Wave Technique". There was a light blue light wave flashing on his body, and his skin was dyed. Into light cyan.
With a few "bang bangs", several hidden weapon poison needles hit his right side of the neck, shoulder and other places, leaving small sunken spots on his skin. The force of the wave transformation technique counterattacked, and the poison needles fell to the ground and emitted "ding-dong" sound.
It was the masked female thief on the side who took the opportunity to use a hidden weapon to harm people.
Luan Tingsan's head-on attack attracted the attention and energy of the real master, and the female thief cooperated in the plot.
This was a temporary communication tactic used by the bandit leader, but he didn't expect it to be broken at will by the other party's skilled spellcasting.
The second senior brother took a yellow talisman on his body and shouted angrily: "Take your life!"
The long sword in his hand followed his feet and stabbed the female thief in the chest a few feet away. He secretly praised that the temple master was different after all. He had the magic of cultivating immortals to protect himself. He was really shocked just now, thinking that the temple master was in trouble. .
The old lame man on the other side exchanged hands with the masked man and led him to retreat away from the others.
The fire in the hut burning in the backyard was soaring into the sky, burning more and more fiercely, and sparks exploded into the night sky amidst the crackling sound.
The beams of the thatched hut were burning, and the light shone brightly, causing the wheat drying field in front of them to flicker in and out of light, and several people fighting against each other appeared as ghosts in the bright and extinguishing light of the fire.
Zhang Wenfeng's face remained motionless. He stared at the bandit leader with his spiritual eyes. He was not affected by the sneak attack of the female thief's hidden weapon and poisonous needle. He turned his wrist slightly and turned the sword into a soft force midway.
"Ding...dangdang" there was a sharp exchange.
One sword after another collided continuously, and fire flew everywhere.
After deflecting the opponent's powerful and heavy slash, Zhang Wenfeng's feet flashed to the right.
The bronze mirror he held in his left hand was filled with Yuan Qi mana. He finished reciting the spell silently and looked at the bandit leader who was slashing at him step by step. Since the last time he used this trick to defeat the skinny old thief, he had tasted the benefits.
Moreover, it is more concealed in the dark night. This sneak attack is used in the gap between sword attacks, making it impossible to prevent it.
He thought about how to follow up and hit the bandit leader with a sword.
The red light stimulated by the magic weapon suddenly shot out, and Luan Tingsan was shocked.
The other party's swordsmanship is exquisite, and it is not as bad as his companion said when he first entered Huaqi, and he also hides such underhanded methods.
He had no magical means that could protect him instantly. When he subconsciously closed his eyes, a ray of light still hit his left eye, causing an unbearable sting.
He turned a blind eye, his face looked abnormally distorted, and he roared suddenly at Zhang Wenfeng, who was charging from the left with a sword.
His mouth opened and closed, but strangely no sound came out.
He used his special move in advance to resist the opponent's sudden conspiracy.
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