"Walk!"
Protector Xi said as he stepped on the boat, the boat rushed towards the oiran's boat like a stream of arrows and mud.
Although Protector Xi was on the river, his feet felt like walking on flat ground as he walked slowly towards the Xian Bridge.
A top expert should have the demeanor of a top expert. He will never engage in sudden attacks. I will stand tall and let you attack me.
With each step of Protector Xi's approach, everyone in Xianqiao felt a suffocating sense of oppression. This kind of oppression could only be achieved by a second-grade strong person.
As Protector Xi gets closer, everyone can more clearly feel his strong outward Qi, which is like a substance, and he seems to be close to you.
With a distance of more than ten feet, Protector Xi could arrive in an instant, but he walked very slowly, only walking a few feet, as if he wanted to use this method to break everyone's fighting spirit and make them run away.
No one escaped on the Xian Bridge. This was a group of warriors who were more determined than the soldiers. The soldiers even charged into battle. As warriors who had embarked on the road of life and death in martial arts, how could they be worse than a soldier and escape in the face of battle.
When Protector Xi was almost ten feet away from Xianqiao, Feng Shoudao shouted: "Listen, everyone, protect Xianqiao!"
Nearly ten people responded in unison: "Yes!"
"Remnants of the cult, I'm here to meet you!"
Feng Shoudao shouted, and he was the first to attack the Western Protector with a spear. He could not let the center of the battlefield happen at Xianqiao, otherwise a fight of this level would inevitably destroy Xianqiao.
As a retainer of the Lu family, he protects the Lu family, but also protects Suzhou, and he also wants to protect the Guangxian Bridge in Suzhou. This is a belief that cannot be changed.
Feng Shoudao entered the third level more than a year ago. As the only three remaining third level masters, Feng Shoudao was the weakest. Zhou Qian did not expect that Feng Shoudao would be the first to take action.
Fighting alone, Feng Shoudao had no chance of winning. In the end, he could only defeat the opponent one by one. A thought flashed through Zhou Qian's mind, and he immediately picked up his sword and followed Feng Shoudao.
But there was someone who moved faster than Zhou Qian.
Di Zong finally took action, Yu Pojun, known as the war eagle, a third-level powerhouse.
A gun, a knife, and Yu Pojun's armor-piercing knife that is good at breaking through the body's protective energy.
The master's body-protecting energy is like the armor on a soldier's body.
Among the masters, when the Qi and strength are balanced, the armor-piercing knife breaks the Qi stronger and can cause greater damage to the enemy.
Protector Xi took his time and took out the weapon Ziwu Yuanyang Yue from his sleeves. Those Zhu family warriors were strangled by this weapon just now.
This Ziwu Yuanyang Yue combined with his extremely skilled four-pole magical skills can deal with the enemy as he pleases, with all kinds of changes.
As soon as the two sides came into contact, there was a flash of swords.
I saw this invisible light and shadow slowly approaching Xianqiao like the slanting light of the setting sun. However, the three Feng Shoudao teamed up to attack and were unable to advance. Instead, they were forced to retreat slowly by the Western Protector.
When it was about five feet away from the Xian Bridge, the Xian Bridge was damaged by the energy from Ziwu Yuanyang Yue, and a large crack immediately appeared at the impact point.
The Lu family warriors immediately attacked the energy, but the difference in their cultivation levels was too great. Even though they were five feet apart, the body-protecting energy was useless in front of Protector Xi's energy.
You must know that Protector Xi is fighting against three third-grade strong men. Even a third-grade strong man cannot bear being hit by this energy.
You can avoid it, but you have to protect the bridge. These Lu family warriors used their flesh and blood to block the energy and protect the bridge.
This move is really unreasonable, but this is faith. Once faith collapses, the way forward will be confused.
Hearing the screams behind him, Feng Shoudao gritted his teeth and fought tooth and nail, but he didn't even try to avoid it. He faced the power of Protector Xi directly and resisted with one shot.
Under the counterbalance, Feng Shou Dao's power was weak, his chest felt tight, his throat felt sweet, his body-protecting energy was broken, and he received a blow on his chest.
Even though they were against each other, the ax that broke the body's true energy was still enough to make Feng Shoudao's chest bloody and bloody.
Seeing this, Zhou Qian and Yu Pojun had no choice but to fight hard.
The two of them worked together to shoulder the blow, and together with Feng Shoudao's previous shot, they actually forced Protector Xi to retreat for the first time.
What I was thinking in my mind was that if Sword King Wei Sanren could join the battle group at this moment, killing the Western Protector would be a piece of cake.
After all, the Wei San people are closest to the second level at the peak of the third level, and Feng Shoudao has just stepped into the third level. Two Feng Shoudao are not as good as one Wei San person.
Feng Shoudao was injured but his fighting spirit became stronger. He took his own body and died together with the Western Protector.
Zhou Qian and Yu Pojun, led by Feng Shoudao, were forced to fight against Protector Xi because once Feng Shoudao died in battle, the situation would immediately turn to one side.
Under the strong power of the three men, Protector Xi retreated while fighting. He had to conserve his strength and defeat his opponent in the most energy-saving way.
If they were to fight head-on with the other three, their true energy would be consumed too much, and if they were to fight a master like Gu Xuan again, they would definitely lose.
For a top expert at his level, victory or defeat is only a matter of a hair's breadth between strength and weakness. One careless move can result in defeat and tragic death.
At this moment, the sound of Sanskrit singing and chanting came through the sky melodiously, seeming to gather on the canal, and also seem to be floating in all directions.
I saw four figures emitting green light on the opposite side of Xianqiao. They were clearly masters of literature and art reciting mantras.
The four great Confucian masters of the Gu family!
These four people had been hiding in the dark earlier, but now that the time was right, they finally took action at the same time.
The imprisoning mantra! A mantra of confinement chanted against the Western Protector.
The four great Confucian masters of the Gu family!
Among the four Confucian masters around Gu Xuan, is Gu Xuan also there?
He had been lurking in Suzhou for many years, protecting the Saint on the one hand, and on the other hand he had already figured out the details of the four clans.
Earlier, he had hidden himself without being exposed. He was afraid of the real masters of the Fourth Valve and several third-level masters, but he still didn't look down on them.
Protector Xi's mind trembled, and under the influence of the Imprisonment Mantra, he bound his hands and feet, and was actually struck by Yu Pojun's knife that broke his body-protecting energy.
Seeing that Protector Xi was hit by the attack and his shoulder blades were bleeding, Feng Shoudao and the other three finally saw the possibility of victory.
Protector Xi laughed loudly: "The people in Wen Dao are really powerful, but it's a pity that the four of you are still weak in cultivation and can't imprison me. Let Gu Xuan come out and fight me openly!"
When the word "Gu Xuan" came out of Protector Xi's mouth, the morale of the four major clans was immediately boosted. With Mr. Gu here, they would have no worries tonight.
Protector Xi had to use his true energy to counteract the influence of the confining mantra on him. Although he went all out and the three people in front of him joined forces, they were clearly defeated and surrounded by dangers.
The swords and guns penetrated his body-protecting energy and injured his skin, muscles, and bones. Wuji, the Western Protector, was covered in blood.
"Gu Xuan, come out and fight me!"
Death in the hands of a true master is the last pride of the strong.
Zhu Jiuchun had been observing the situation. With the help of the four Confucian masters, Zhanxi Protector had already won. Seeing that the boat was approaching the oiran's boat, he shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhou, the Nestorian saint is trying to escape!" Quickly capture the Nestorian saint and force the old thief to submit! '
Zhou Qian didn't move, but everyone in Xianqiao heard the words and already took action. Three fourth-level masters from Di Zong chased towards the painting boat.
Many people followed him.
In tonight's battle, a heavy price has been paid, and victory must be used to heal it.
Zhu Jiuchun was still where he was. The dangerous situation just now made him frightened, and he did not dare to take risks easily again.
In the boat, Lan Ning kept wiping Fu Xie's sweat. Earlier, although she spoke lightly, she didn't want Xie Fu to be distracted and worried.
This was the impact of the boat. It shook violently. Miao Xian dragged the dying Xiao Xiong into the cabin and explained the situation in the simplest words: "Holy girl, they already know your identity, and they are going to kill you tonight."
Lan Ning glanced at the dying Xiao Xiong and said calmly: "Quiet!"
Miao Xian immediately said again: "I will let the boat dock quickly now, and if necessary, I will take you away alone."
Miao Xian's words have made it obvious that even Xiao Xiong can be abandoned when necessary, and you, the Saint, must abandon everything.
After Miao Xian finished speaking, she quickly left the cabin, but as soon as she stepped out of the cabin, she saw people from the Four Vales and Di Zong walking across the water to chase them.
At this time, on the river, the boat had not yet docked. She could not take the saint away, so she had to meet the enemy first.
Miao Xian fought with three Earth Sect fourth-level masters and other masters for a while, and Zhou Qian arrived. The Western Protector was already at the end of his strength, and here there was a powerful enemy like the Guanjiao Envoy, who specially came to help.
Zhou Qian joined the battle group and said loudly: "You take down the Nestorian Saint!"
"Quiet!"
A female voice that sounded like the sound of heaven reached everyone's ears and filled their hearts. The atmosphere was solemn and solemn, just like the instructions of a Bodhisattva, making people listen to it very much.
A ball of warm, jade-colored light rose from the oiran's boat and hovered over the boat.
Only then did everyone see clearly that she was a woman with a warm jade color all over her body. It was not that her skin was as jade-colored, but that she was really like a precious jade, exuding sparkling and living patterns, showing through her clothes.
Wearing a pink myrobalan skirt with billowy gauze, the garment is embroidered with a painted feather medallion, as if there is a jade fairy heart on the chest, and the plain white silk silk gathered at the slender waist makes it even more solitary.
A waterfall of long hair hanging down her shoulders without a bun, as black as crow feathers, with pure white skin, a beautiful nose, and moon-like eyes.
His body is graceful and quiet, his appearance is like a human being, and his charm is as bright as a fairy descending from the earth.
Even these determined warriors couldn't help but feel suffocated in their minds, this is the goddess descending to earth!
When she frowned and pursed her lips, she showed a trace of human kindness, but it also made people feel pity for who had offended her.
Miao Xian murmured: "Saint..."
Then he recited with great joy: "A mortal woman becomes a saint, a supreme treasure. Integrate with heaven and earth, and restore my light..."
Miao Xian kept chanting, with a pious expression as if she was praying in front of absolute faith.
Everyone came to their senses in confusion. This was the Nestorian saint. How could the person they were going to kill tonight be so beautiful and holy?
Wuji, the Western Protector of the Dharma, rushed over despite being seriously injured, knelt down in front of Lan Ning and saluted: "My subordinate, the Nestorian Dharma Protector of the Great Qin Dynasty, the Western Elder Wei Wuji, pays homage to the saint."
The leader of the religion has passed away, and the saint is the leader of the religion.
Wei Wuji, who had been extremely arrogant when facing the enemy just now, surrendered to Liji in front of the Nestorian saint.
Feng Shoudao and Yu Pojun came in pursuit. The moment they saw Lan Ning, they had no idea that the woman they were going to kill tonight was such a woman, completely different from the Nestorian image in their minds.
Zhou Qian said loudly: "This is the weird skill of Nestorianism to confuse people's hearts. Everyone, stay calm and don't be fooled by her."
Gu Wei: "Quiet!"
Lan Ning's voice sounded like destiny, showing irresistibility.
Zhou Qian said loudly: "Get this girl!" He attacked Lan Ning with his sword to set an example.
The warriors close to Lan Ning also immediately attacked and killed Lan Ning, as if they wanted to use mortal power to test whether she was a true god.
"I said quiet!"
Lan Ning suddenly became angry, her black hair was raised high, her gauze clothes were flowing like waves, she instantly transformed into a witch, and her whole body exuded frightening energy.
The warriors who were almost three feet away from her were instantly strangled by countless energy and turned into a rain of blood, without even a piece of flesh visible.
Zhou Qian was far away, but he was still pushed back by the attack and spat out a mouthful of blood. It was so terrifying.
The expressions of Feng Shoudao and Yu Pojun changed dramatically. Except for the three of them, all the masters were killed in the blink of an eye, and even their bodies were wiped out.
The shock in my heart has reached an unbearable level.
At this moment, Lan Ning, who was stuck in the air, suddenly fell into the cabin like a kite with a broken string.
When Wei Wuji and Miao Xian saw her, they secretly exclaimed that the saint didn't know how to move her true energy skillfully. Just like a powerful and reckless man, she just struck with all her strength, and the true energy in her body suddenly emptied, leaving her unable to continue.
Wei Wuji and Miao Xian could see it, how could Feng Shoudao and Yu Pojun not see it, secretly holding their weapons and waiting for the opportunity to move.
Even the injured Zhou Qian tightened his grip on his weapon. If this girl is not killed tonight, she will become a big disaster.
Lan Ning jumped onto the roof of the boat again. Now she could no longer stay in the air, and the sparkling luster that had just emitted from her body no longer existed, as if she was just a mortal woman.
At this moment, a Buddhist chant sounded, and bursts of Sanskrit chants came from a distant place.
This Sanskrit chant seemed to be aimed at Lan Ning, making Lan Ning feel upset and angry, and his hands and feet seemed to be restrained.
The sound of Sanskrit chanting gradually approached, and the person who came was an old monk with white eyebrows and kind eyes.
The three people from Feng Shoudao shouted in unison: "Zhengmei Master!"
The abbot of Hanshan Temple is Master Zhengjian, and Hanshan Temple is also one of the nine major Buddhist temples.
Zhengjian said: "When will the injustice be repaid? Let me do justice today and let it go. The grudges can be wiped out."
Lan Ning sneered and said: "Master, now we have a grudge against a human life. Have we paid off the grudge?"
Zheng Jian said: "Female donor, when I was deceived by others, I went to Yuchen Mountain and committed evil. Today I have come here to rescue the female donor from this calamity and repay her worldly grudges."
Wei Wuji said: "If you don't tell me, I almost forgot about you, old guy. Saint, this old bald donkey was also an accomplice back then."
Lan Ning smiled and said: "Master, you want to take revenge on the worldly grievances, right? After I kill you, I will recite sutras for your salvation, and the worldly grievances will be over, okay?"
"Amitabha, isn't the female benefactor adding another murderous crime to her hands? I am determined to resolve this grudge."
"It's a joke. If you can resolve this grudge, there won't be so many fights and vendettas in this world. Master, this is the human world, not your temple fairyland."
"What does the female donor want?"
"Buddha said that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Buddha saves people, and I save Dharma. I will go to hell once and be a devil. If this world is a hell, doing whatever you want is also the dharma."
Zheng Jian never expected that such words would come out of the mouth of a frail woman. He seemed to be able to see the bones behind the saintly face: "In this case, even if I am wrong tonight, I will make another mistake." Come back."
After that, the sounds of Sanskrit mantras recited again, and the four great Confucian masters of the Gu family worked together. This majestic mountain-like sound seemed to be slaying demons.
Like a mountain! Like a mountain! Is it really just about killing demons?
Maybe it's just as heavy as a mountain and crushes people.
Miao Xian and the seriously injured Wei Wuji entered the battlefield again...
Lan Ning felt very uncomfortable, feeling like the uncontrollable turbulence in her body was threatening to burst her body.
She wanted to move but couldn't, just like in life, she wanted to do something but couldn't.
She felt very lonely... The sky was still gloomy, when would the dawn come...
"When it comes to conquering demons, I have to respect Master Zhengjue's Zen music!"
A sound of silence sounded like a river, penetrating the heaven and earth.
The positive view was shocked, and there was a tightness in the chest, and the mantra was interrupted. The four great scholars on the Xian Bridge were mentally damaged and vomited blood on the spot.
A figure stood beside Lan Ning, wearing a plain light green gown and following the wind, looking down at the broad river with clear eyes.
The first ray of dawn just reflected his outline as a man with clear undulations like mountains and rivers. His sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes showed his extraordinary heroic spirit.
Standing next to Lan Ning, they looked like a couple of gods.
Feng Shoudao and the other three people felt something extraordinary. Could it be that this person was also a member of Nestorianism? There were actually masters of literature and art in Nestorianism.
Zheng Jian smiled slightly and said, "This person is here to thank the benefactor."
Xie Fu Aoran said: "Oh, Master knows the boy."
Zhengjian responded: "I heard Zhengjue mentioned thanking the benefactor, saying that the benefactor is kind-hearted and has a predestined relationship with Buddhism. If he is willing to take refuge in my Buddha, he will surely become the master of the nine temples in the future."
Feng Shoudao and others were shocked when they heard this. They knew what the Lord of the Nine Temples represented. This was the Lord of the Shimen.
Xie Fu said with a smile: "Thank you for the kind invitation. It's just that my mortal relationship is not over yet. Let's talk about it later."
After saying that, he turned to look at Lan Ning and said softly: "I just had a dream. I dreamed that you were crying."
Lan Ning's beautiful Yurong smiled.
"I dreamed that I said a lot of hurtful things to you. I was hesitant and hesitant. I didn't have the courage to chase you. You left me and ignored me."
Lan Ning shook his head gently.
"I'm in so much pain that I can't breathe. I know very clearly that I love you. Whether it's because of sex or because I love you as a person and your heart, I just love you."
Lanning nodded.
"I think you can only truly love someone if you love someone to the point of losing your mind. Today I am going to do something irrational for you. As for whether it is life or death, we will talk about it later. I only know that I am with you at this moment. I won’t let you be a little bit disappointed or sad anymore.”
After saying that, Xie Fu calmly looked ahead, all the way to Xianqiao, which was dozens of feet away.
The moonlight faded, and the morning light fell on the wide canal. The water was rolling and the waves were shining.
Fu Xie suddenly cursed rudely: "You ghosts and monsters, what is wrong with Nestorianism in the Great Qin Dynasty? What right do you have to say that it is a cult? You carry the name of a wealthy and famous family to protect the right way, but what you do is just stupid things." The deeds!"
"Ms. Lan Ning is just a weak woman. Even if she is a Nestorian saint, it doesn't matter. Has Ms. Lan Ning ever killed a person or done some evil? It's you who force good people to do evil!"
"Those who died here today deserved it!"
"The Four Clan of Wuzhong, bah!"
Xie Fu just wants to tell the four clans in Wuzhong loudly that I am your enemy.
He is a person who has been cautious in his words and deeds since he was a child. He has never done anything so irrational or crazy. He used this way of cutting off his own life to tell Lan Ning, I love you so much that I lose my mind. If If that heartfelt song is not enough to express it.
"Thank you, donor..."
Before Zheng Jian finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xie Fu: "And you old bald donkeys, I find the most distasteful. You are compassionate every day, but you sacrificed your life and became a Buddha. By the way, you took refuge in me." Buddha is not just a worldly person, the gods in this world are just your Shi family."
Zhou Qian shouted: "Nobody, bold maniac!"
Xie Fu drew his sword, "This sword is called Kunwu. I think the meaning of the word Kunwu is to smooth out the injustices in the world and cut off the bullies in the world."
As expected of my Uncle Fu, he dares to stand on the side of Nestorianism and be an enemy of the world. Uncle Fu, count me among them.
Xiao Xiong, who was lying dying in the cabin, had red eyes. "Yue Wang, you are not wrong about the person. If you dare to speak out so openly for Nestorianism in front of the four clans of Wuzhong, I'm afraid you won't be able to find anyone else in the world." .
Lan Ning's eyes were wet, but she had been holding back tears. She couldn't let Fu stand with her.
She can't!
She will be the villain, and she will be the witch.
Lan Ning sneered: "Who do you think you are? Do you think I'm in love with you? You are just a tool that I have been using."
Xie Fu was stunned. He felt that Lan Ning's words were like a sharp knife piercing his heart, making him instantly dead. He had given everything he had.
A sad smile appeared at the corner of Xie Fu's mouth: "I don't believe it, you lied to me again..." This moment is definitely not the time to joke.
In response, Lan Ning slapped him on the chest, and Xie Furen flew down like a kite with its string cut off.
When he fell into the water, Zhang Lingluo flew over and hugged Xie Fu.
What a vicious, ruthless witch.
This palm hit Lan Ning very hard, but it hurt more than the blow to herself. Her hands were trembling weakly, and her heart was trembling with pain. At this moment, she would rather die than bear this feeling. , hurt Fu’s feelings.
Fu, you have to remember what I told you. One day I will kill you with a sword, but I will also love you in my heart!
Lan Ning stared at everyone coldly, his eyes full of hatred. It was you who forced me. It was you who forced me and Fu to separate. It was you who forced Fu to be in such a dilemma.
I will kill you until you are convinced and let you know what the real demon cult is and what a witch looks like.
After hearing the name of Amitabha, Zhengjian said, "Let's go."
Zhou Qian shouted in shock: "Master, if you let the tiger return to the mountain, there will be endless troubles."
Zheng Jian lowered his eyes and said nothing.
With the correct view, fighting has started again.
Lan Ning stood on the bow of the ship and looked at Fu Xie, who was being held in Zhang Lingluo's arms, and smiled.
Fu, it’s good if someone loves you. When the flowers of blood bloom all over the earth, that’s when I will welcome you into your arms.
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