"What are you..." Zhao Yizhi was so surprised that he even forgot to control Qilong Sword.
Liao Chen stood motionless, not caring about the dagger pressed against his chest, and continued to chant sutras in a low voice.
The assassin holding the dagger jumped back, unable to believe what had just happened. When his dagger stabbed out, not to mention cutting gold and jade, it was also cutting iron like mud. How could he not do anything to this little monk?
Zhao Yizhi had experienced a shock after all, and he quickly came to his senses this time. He stretched out his two fingers, controlled the Qilong Sword, and slashed diagonally down with the sword, heading straight towards the three of them.
"Get out of the way!" The three of them reminded each other to avoid opening the dragon sword. They each held weapons and rushed toward Zhao Yizhi. The Qilong Sword soared into the air to condense its energy, and it frantically chased the three of them. Under the moonlight, the swords and swords flashed.
The three of them are highly skilled in martial arts. While guarding against the Qilong Sword, they always look for opportunities to get close to Zhao Yizhi. They each made several attacks, but were blocked by Liao Chen one by one. Even Zhao Yizhi's fur could not be hurt.
"This bald donkey is so difficult to deal with, if only Kong Wen and Liu Bing were here!"
"We should have let them chase us just now!"
"Stop complaining. Whenever something happens, think of others. Instead, think of how to break his golden body!"
The three people on the opposite side were helpless against Liao Chen's golden body, and they were all complaining at this time. The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. Zhao Yizhi grasped the key points in the other party's words.
"Kong Wen? All the famous people with the surname Kong in the world are in the Donglu Confucian sect..." Zhao Yizhi will not forget the Confucian sect. Yi Xiaodao once mentioned it after returning from Donglu. Daqi was once very prosperous, and it also pursued the teachings of Confucius and Mencius. However, later on, as the country's national power declined, the vassals and kings had different intentions, and the people naturally forgot about Confucius and Mencius, who respected ethics and religion. Confucius also turned from prosperity to decline along with Daqi's national power.
"Didn't Yi Xiaodao say... that the Kong family obeyed his advice and intended to seek refuge with the imperial court?" Zhao Yizhi was filled with doubts at this moment: This name of Kong Wen had never been heard of before, and he didn't know if it came from the Donglu Confucian sect...
The five of them had been fighting for a long time. Although Zhao Yizhi's spiritual consciousness controlled the Qilong Sword with precision and precision, and the Qilong Sword was also unparalleled in sharpness, it lacked actual combat and lacked experience. He missed the instinctive kills repeatedly. , regret it too much.
"How long does it take for such a little emperor to take so long? A bunch of trash." Two people came from a distance, a man and a woman. They were very elegant, as if they were immortals, and they were extremely fast and awe-inspiring.
"Kong Wen, why did it take you so long? There are only about 500 people. How long does it take?" One of the three complained dissatisfied.
The man named Kong Wen was that man. He looked about forty years old. He didn't look old at all, but showed the elegance and maturity of a middle-aged man. In future generations, he would still be a handsome man who charmed thousands of girls.
"Two of us, 500 people, have already been dealt with, but you, three against two, are still holding off until now? Are you trying to wait for Chen to come from the capital?" The woman on the side looked like she was only in her thirties. She has a charming personality and a sweet smile as she speaks, but no one dares to have other thoughts about her. Those three people didn't dare, and it was even more impossible for Zhao Yizhi and Liao Chen.
"Okay, we losers, you are awesome, come here!" Two of the three people seemed to have a hard time dealing with Kong Wen and this woman. They simply stood aside, folding their arms in front of their chests, as if it had nothing to do with them. .
In the end, the person who tried to persuade me was the calmest, and said in a low voice: "Now is not the time to show off your temper. When the matter is over, there will be plenty of room for you to show off! If anyone is holding back now, don't blame me for being rude!"
The other four people saw that this person lowered his voice and stopped arguing. They all knew that the lower the voice of this person, the scarier he would be...
Kong Wen slipped a box out of his sleeve. After opening it, it was filled with ink. A smell of ink wafted out, causing everyone except the woman to frown and cover their noses. Kong Wen didn't care. He stretched out a finger, inserted it into the ink cartridge, dipped a finger in ink, and flicked his finger. The ink on his fingertip was flicked and scattered in the air, floating in the air.
Zhao Yizhi's heart skipped a beat. Anyone who could control objects was his strong enemy and needed to be treated with caution.
Kong Wen looked at the ink dots suspended in the air and brushed them one by one with his hand. The ink dots began to grow slowly, and soon, each one had a fixed shape. Some were like swords, some were like spears... After a while, all kinds of weapons were floating around Kong Wen, including swords, spears, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks, all eighteen kinds of weapons were available.
With a thought in Zhao Yizhi's mind, the Qilong Sword flew back and hung beside him, carefully guarding it. But no matter what, a Qilong Sword is a bit thin compared to the weapons in the sky.
"Little master, can you stop it?" Zhao Yizhi looked at the weapon made of ink dots all over the sky, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked with a guilty conscience.
Liao Chen slowly shook his head: "I don't know, little monk."
Zhao Yizhi smiled bitterly and said: "If that's the case, then just run away for your life. It's me they want to kill, it has nothing to do with you."
Liao Chen smiled softly: "Ha, forgive me for being rude, young monk. Your Majesty is a person who is afraid of death, but today he showed rare courage again and again. Why?"
Zhao Yizhi was helpless: "Can't you Buddhists speak more politely? Although I am indeed a little afraid of death... But the death of one person is death, and the death of two people is death. Since I am the emperor of Daqi, how can I let my own Are the people going to die?"
When Liao Chen heard what Zhao Yizhi said, he slowly turned around, turned his back to Kong Wen, faced Zhao Yizhi, stared into Zhao Yizhi's eyes, and said seriously: "Your Majesty loves the people like a son, has a benevolent heart, and is a great leader." You are a wise king, so we can’t let anything happen to your majesty.”
"you…"
"Kill with ten thousand ink!" Kong Wen waved with one hand, and all the weapons made of ink dots in the sky flew towards Zhao Yizhi. In the thick black ink, there was endless murderous intention hidden.
Zhao Yizhi stretched out his hand to wave the Qilong Sword, and was about to resist. At the same time, he was about to drag Chen Chen back with one hand, but found that he could not drag this frail little monk!
"King Kong subdues demons!"
Liao Chen's eyes widened with anger, and his simple cassock was torn into pieces and turned into pieces of rags, floating on the ground. Zhao Yizhi watched helplessly as a frail and fair little monk turned into a tall man over nine feet tall in front of him...
"Vajra..." Seeing this situation, Zhao Yizhi only thought of the Vajra warriors in the temple, enshrined in the main hall and accompanying the Buddha and Bodhisattvas...
"Boom!"
Liao Chen turned around and smashed the ink-dot weapons all over the sky with one punch. The weapons that were extremely sharp just now and hid murderous intent had now turned into dots of ink on Chen's fist, dripping to the ground. .
"How... how is it possible!" The five people on the opposite side were all horrified. Even Kong Wen, who was always calm, opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it. He was just a frail little monk, and suddenly he became so angry... This posture, at least, is in the middle stage of breathing...
A young monk in his twenties... refers to the middle period of breathing...
"Is this the Buddha..." This thought came to everyone present.
Liao Chen smashed the weapons in the sky with one punch. Without stopping, he kicked hard on the ground with his bare feet, causing all the green bricks on the ground to break into pieces. He used his strength to rush towards Kong Wen and others.
Extreme speed!
The man holding the dagger became the target first. In desperation, he held the two daggers in front of his chest, trying to block the punch. When the punch arrives, the person flies away, unable to stop him at all.
"Liu Bing!" Kong Wen shouted hurriedly when he saw this, with a hint of anxiety on his calm face. He turned over his ink cartridge and poured out all the thick ink in the cartridge.
Two white streaks flew out of the charming woman's sleeves and flew towards Chentang. Zhao Yizhi's spiritual consciousness suddenly glanced at it. This was not a blank exercise, but two blank sheets of paper. Extremely soft, as soft as white cloth.
The two strips of white paper in his sleeves had just become entangled with Chen, but before they could be recovered, Chen's arms broke free, and the white paper was torn into pieces.
Liu Bing was not discouraged, the white paper continued to stretch out from his sleeves, especially the two dragons, which spiraled towards the dust, but this time, all the ink in the air was stained on the white paper. The two strips of paper that were just as white as the first snow were now pitch black.
"Bind!"
Two strips of white paper stained with ink tightly bound Liao Chen. This time, Liao Chen was finally restrained from moving. Although he tried his best to struggle, the two lines of ink and paper were getting tighter and tighter, and he couldn't break free for a while.
"Kong Wen Liu Bing's black and white binding, once tied...even I can't untie it, can you?" The man who was used to speaking in a low voice now spoke louder.
Zhao Yizhi raised his hand and waved, and the Qilong Sword glowed brightly, slashing towards the ink paper that bound Chen.
"Hiss!" A layer of the ink paper was cut open. Seeing Chen struggling hard, as if he was about to break away, Liu Bing waved his hand again and added two more layers to the cut ink paper.
"Try cutting again." Liu Bing glanced at Zhao Yizhi provocatively, with a charming smile on his lips.
The ink cartridge in Kong Wen's hand was out of ink, so he simply threw it away, took out a brush from behind, and walked slowly towards Zhao Yizhi.
Zhao Yizhi gave in step by step. No one knew how many skills and magic weapons Kong Wen still had. Now even Liao Chen was entangled by them. Although they couldn't do anything about Liao Chen for the time being, their target was originally themselves. .
Liao Chen stopped struggling at this time, lowered his head and silently chanted sutras. The golden light on his body was even brighter than before: "The benevolent king will come to the world, and all evil will be dispersed!"
The ink on the ink paper was illuminated by the golden light, and slowly fell off the white paper bit by bit, dripping on the ground. The white paper is no longer tightly bound, and slowly loosens. It loses the strength of the binding and becomes extremely soft.
Liu Bing looked solemn, stretched out her hand to hold it tightly, but was surprised to find that the white paper no longer obeyed her orders!
The white paper slowly spread out and floated around Chen's body. It was also shimmering in the golden light. It floated up and down and floated on Chen's body, just like the golden clouds on King Vajra's body. It was really beautiful.
Kong Wen held the brush in his hand and felt his heart beating wildly. He no longer dared to approach Zhao Yizhi and retreated. Liu Bing followed closely behind, and the two seemed quite inseparable.
Liao Chen took off his restraints, raised his foot, and kicked away the person closest to him. He crashed into an abandoned and dilapidated house, which collapsed.
Of the five people just now, only the man who spoke in a low voice was still standing there. Zhao Yizhi wanted to hear what he had to say, but after waiting for a while, he suddenly realized that he was silent...
