Boom!
The pagoda collapsed, and the weirdo was killed by the thunder sword.
The scythe's mouth spurted black blood, its aura was gray, and the transformed armor on its body was riddled with holes. The last one ran across it, forcing the enemy back. When the intention to retreat emerged, the instinct to survive had already retreated, and he saw that he had already been killed in succession. The knife that struck twice, when its owner had been forced away, used the cover of the thin green-gray mist to strike again.
A sudden sword struck from an incredible angle. The Scythe Man used all his methods. He knew that he had no power to parry this sword. A trace of unwillingness flashed in his pupils, but under the threat of death, he still roared without hesitation,
"Help me quickly!!!"
The steel wire flicked, the skylight shattered, and two figures descended.
The fatal knife was suppressed by a golden seal with the word 'swastika'.
The steel beams sprayed like spider threads and were nailed to the surroundings of the living room.
Chen Qingyan turned over and retreated. In an instant, he was out of the siege and appeared on the courtyard wall beside the pond.
The next moment, there was a loud bang and the entire house was reduced to rubble.
The fog outside disappeared at some point, and Chen Qingyan's face was solemn, feeling a fatal threat from the two people who suddenly appeared. The opponents are all masters who are not weaker than the Scythe Man... or even stronger.
The ruins shook and amidst the smoke and dust, three figures walked out of it. The leader was a monk.
"Why don't you run away?"
The handsome monk asked in a gentle tone, his blue cassock quickly getting soaked in the rain.
"This is my home, where can I run away to?"
Chen Qingyan took off the mask on his face, raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a gloomy smile,
"You demolished my house and I'm very angry now."
The cold knife slashed through the rain, bringing up an arc-shaped raindrop. There was a loud clang and the knife was blocked.
Chen Qingyan held a long knife in his hand and stared coldly at the dwarf attacking under the wall.
"You have a hard hand."
At this moment, the knife edge that was slashed with all his strength was hitting a pair of arms. The sharp blade only left a shallow blood mark on the skin.
The dwarf stared wide-eyed and said, "I feel pain."
"I can make you hurt even more."
With a flick of the brush, Chen Qingyan's arms danced into afterimages. Ding Ling clanged and struck with intensive slashes. The dwarf's arms were forcibly slashed with bloody marks. The marks continued to deepen with the superimposed slashes, and there was blood flowing out. Just look at it. They looked like flesh wounds, but no bones were injured.
"It's indeed an iron arm."
Chen Qingyan stopped and held the long knife upright in front of him to observe, and found that a row of gaps had appeared on it.
This knife is useless.
He dropped the long knife, pulled out the second knife from his waist, and looked at the strange combination of indifferent onlookers in the ruins - the sickle man, the monk, the wire girl, and the dwarf who kept a distance from him.
"Won't you come together?"
"We don't want to kill you." The monk said.
An angry look suddenly appeared on the sickle man's face, staring at the monk with cruel eyes.
"Oh?" Chen Qingyan raised his eyebrows, "You still want to get the whereabouts of Long Yan from me? Well, it seems that there is something about Long Yan that you attach great importance to."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Catch him, I have plenty of ways to make him talk." The charming woman who manipulated the wire said sharply, and she did the same. With a flick of the wire, it penetrated into the wall, and then The pulled debris flew everywhere.
Chen Qingyan cut lightly with his long knife and deftly cut off the steel wire that was shooting towards him.
His eyes don't know when to close.
The tightrope girl was trembling with anger, was she looking down on her?
"I'm going to grind you into mincemeat."
The sleeves of the wire woman unfolded, and more wires shot out, overwhelming the courtyard wall, and then tightened, like hair being tied up.
"Die, you bastard! Huh!? No..."
The steel wire woman's hands were intertwined and clenched, and the steel wire was divided into two bundles and tightened in Bai Nen's hands, but she did not feel too much resistance from the steel wire.
The sickle man frowned, but before he could take action, an afterimage flashed around him, and the monk appeared on the unrecognizable courtyard wall, overlooking the surroundings.
"He escaped."
The monk looked at the dwarf standing behind the wall, "Why didn't you stop him?"
No answer.
The sickle man's nose twitched a few times and his expression changed.
The monk was silent for a moment, silently walked up to the dwarf, stretched out his hand and pushed, and the dwarf's short body suddenly split in half, and blood and organs spilled all over the floor.
"You were fooled!"
The monk smiled, as if there was destruction in his eyes.
...
Chen Qingyan took off his soaked clothes and put on a pair of clean, dry but not well-fitting cloth clothes.
"trouble."
He muttered, glanced at the owner of the house who was knocked unconscious by him and was lying on the bed and would not wake up for a while, picked up the long knife on the ground, and continued to practice.
It rained all night, and Chen Qingyan also practiced all night.
The next day, the rain didn't stop.
Chen Qingyan, who was wearing a raincoat, stopped Lin Bo before he went out. After briefly informing him of what happened, he told him to stay at home without causing trouble, and then left directly.
Three days later, outside the city, Chen Qingyan was intercepted by a group of people. The ones who intercepted him were the sickle man, the monk and the wire girl.
"You guys are still catching up."
On the official road next to the wheat field, Chen Qingyan looked at the strange combination blocking the way opposite.
"Last time we left without saying goodbye, this time we came here specially to give you a ride."
When the words "Send you a ride" fell, the monk's cassock floated, the golden light shone on his forehead, the golden seal of the swastika hung in the sky, and the powerful momentum spread like substance.
Chen Qingyan looked up and saw that the monk had appeared above his head, with six hands coming out from his back, like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin with various Buddhist seals.
The swastika Buddha seal previously hung high in the sky rotated, and the Buddha's light shone, making the muddy road and wheat ears shine golden.
When he was illuminated by the Buddha's light, Chen Qingyan was immediately bound by invisible restraints, as if a heavy weight of gold fell on him, forcing him to bow his head and kneel down.
He crossed his hands, holding the two knives at his waist, and slowly unsheathed the long knives.
At the same time, the monk's hands were clasped together, and the six palms that appeared out of thin air were covered with gold foil, and they were suddenly pressed down, like a cannonball fired, covering Chen Qingyan's position in an instant.
There was a loud boom, boom, boom, large and exaggerated fist marks suddenly appeared on the official road, and the wheat ears on the roadside were wiped away by the extremely fast and destructive force.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang——
The palm prints and the blade collided, sparks flew, and a large amount of gray and black smoke came out.
Chen Qingyan swung his two swords all over his body, leaving scratches in the void with his slashes, which were as fast as slender ropes being stretched. The spare sword hanging on his waist was trembling constantly, as if he was ready to unsheath it at any time and attack his opponent.
"Flowing sword justice!!!"
The wire girl blurted out, shocked.
The sickle man had already been armed with strange weapons, and silently rushed forward, surrounding and killing Chen Qingyan with the monk.
Uncharacteristically, the wire girl didn't make a move.
"Are you a disciple of Yue Ming Dojo?"
A roll of monk's cassock ghostly bound Chen Qingyan's two swords.
Chen Qingyan didn't answer, but he exerted force on his wrists, and the swords screamed, piercing the cassock as hard as cutting cowhide, and freed his two swords.
The Buddha's palm was buckled down, and the sickle took advantage of the situation and fell down.
Chen Qingyan twisted the knife to resist, not being affected by the Buddha's light. He lowered his head and calmly avoided the attack of the sickle man. At the same time, he kicked out with a whip kick and blasted the sickle man into the wheat field.
ps: Sleep is flipped upside down again.
