C58 Rescue five root

The Twilight Knife hacked straight down along the swordsman's neck, breaking his collarbone and entering his abdominal cavity. Fresh blood splattered everywhere, covering the bottom of Mu Tu's pants.

Although the swordsman's head had been saved, half of his body was still split open. One could see his heart still beating and his intestines flowing out from the hole, causing him to fall to the ground and die.

Suddenly, the strong stench of blood caused the swordsman fighting against Wang Yuyan to be shocked, he used his sword to push the black dragon cone away and retreated two steps.

He glanced at the corpses on the ground and frowned. The two swordsmen were equally skilled in martial arts. It seemed like it would be impossible to keep the officials here.

Seeing that he could not do anything, the swordsman was extremely quick-witted. Hurriedly, he shouted at the swordsman fighting against Xiong Zifeng: "The next attack is a direct attack!" Retreat... "Tell the elders that there's a change in Jinling.

With that said, he threw the black iron sword in his hand in front of Wang Yuyan, and took the opportunity to escape into the forest, intending to head down the mountain.

The two blade wielder waved both of their blades, and instantly released two tyrannical blade auras, forcing Xiong Zifeng to retreat. The bitingly cold blade tips seemed to shoot straight through the heart of cold light, spinning together to cut towards Xiong Zifeng's neck like a round blade.

Xiong Zifeng quickly used his Diamond Force and rolled away. His feet continuously adjusted his position to avoid the attacks from the two blades, and he held onto a handful of dust in his hand.

Taking advantage of the two using their blades to exchange air, Xiong Zifeng raised the dust in his hands, and was about to start using the xanthoxylum s, but then he saw the two swordsmen running away with the swordsmen in three different directions.

"Do you think Mu Lang, who bullied me, can just leave? "It's not that easy," Wang Yuyan said as she lifted her left hand, aiming the wasp ring on his middle finger at the swordsman who was trying to slip away. She pressed his right index finger on the gem, causing a "sou" sound to ring out in front of him, and a silver light flashed past her eyes.

It struck the swordsman's right hand, then his right hand. At a speed visible to the naked eye, it began to corrode.

This swordsman was also a ruthless person. When he saw that something was wrong with his right hand, he gritted his teeth and swung his sword, chopping off his right arm. His body trembled as he sealed his acupuncture points, continuing to escape without hesitation.

Wang Yuyan activated her Wind Speaker Steps and was about to follow up with another slash. However, he was grabbed by the arm by Mu Tu, "Don't chase, be careful of schemes, the most important thing is to save Wugen's little master first!"

"But …" Wang Yuyan looked at Mu Tu's pale face, and could not suppress the anger in his heart.

"It's nothing, just some internal injuries," Mu Tu hurriedly pulled Wang Yuyan's small hands and wrapped her arms around Wang Yuyan's waist.

Xiong Zifeng had already raised his leg and was ready to give chase. Seeing that the two had started again, his eyes twitched and he could not watch any longer. He turned and rubbed his stomach as he walked back into the thatched hut.

He would be forced to feed the dog food day after day. Sooner or later, he would die from the pain.

He pushed open the worn-out wooden door of the thatched cottage. The interior was filled with the smell of rotten fish. The food on the table had clearly turned rotten. It was unknown how many years ago this broken house was built, but it could still be exposed under the bright sunlight.

He saw a young, fat monk with red lips and white teeth lying unconscious on a messy pile of grass with his eyes closed. His light snoring meant that he was still alive, not a dead fatty.

Xiong Zifeng immediately went forward to check on the little monk's pulse. The monk's pulse was very dark, and the waves were slightly weaker, as if he had fainted due to the obstruction of his meridians.

But the three on his side didn't have as much inner energy as him. It seemed that he needed to feed him some pills to clear his meridians.

Xiong Zifeng's rough and crude face could not help but twitch, after thinking for a moment, he saw the two fellows outside continuing to nurture feelings. He could only take out an exquisite jade bottle from his bosom with a pained expression. He glanced at the unconscious young monk, then grit his teeth and poured out a fragrant Channel Opening Pill into the young monk's mouth with tears in his eyes.

After a while, the little fat monk woke up, "Ah, where is this? Amitabha, Amitabha. "Aiyo, my head hurts, my mouth hurts, and my ass hurts."

A pair of frightened eyes looked left and right, as if they were unusually alarmed. Only after seeing the police uniform on Xiong Zifeng's body did they manage to calm down a little, as if they had been saved.

He subconsciously touched his pocket, "Aiyo, where's my key? How long have I slept here! Ah … Woo woo woo … *

If we go back now, I'm afraid Master will beat us to death. What should we do? "

"Are you a Wugen's little master of the Chicken Sonic Temple?" Mu Tu brought Wang Yuyan in and asked.

"Yes," the little monk said in a sobbing voice, the tears couldn't help sliding down his pink cheeks.

Xiong Zifeng had no choice but to kneel down and pat the five little monks on their shoulders. He comforted the fat little shaman first, and at the same time asked them about what had happened, "Do you still remember what happened?"

"This little monk secretly ran down the mountain three days ago …" To... In order to eat the chicken song fortune cake, then on the road to meet a few young benefactors, they said they would take me to eat the chicken song fortune cake.

Results... Just follow... They came here, and then, the little monk … He suddenly fainted.

When I woke up, I was like this. I couldn't find the key anymore. " Wugen's little master was panicking, the two thin robes were being tossed and turned, even the grass beneath him was being thrown around, but how could the things that were stolen be retrieved?

"Don't bother looking for him, let's return to the Chicken Sonic Temple and discuss further!" Mu Tu also helped to shake the grass a little. After confirming that he did not have the key, he could not help but advise.

It was already dusk outside. The sunset lit up the clouds on the horizon. Under the broken sunset, the wind blew across the treetops, and the shadow of the depression seemed to lengthen indefinitely.

Wugen's little master walked on the long mountain road as if his soul left his body. His cassock was tattered, fluttering in the night wind.

His arms were tightly wrapped around her, and his round body was swaying from side to side, as if he was suffering from some unknown trauma. His occasionally moving shoulders were suppressing a whimper, as if he was crying.

Xiong Zifeng sat on the Barbarian Blood Cow, and followed behind Wu Gan step by step, not saying a word. He seemed to know something, but he did not mention it to Mu Tu and Wang Yuyan.

Atop the Stepping Wind Ink Lion, Wang Yuyan suddenly pulled on Mu Tu's sleeves, and pointed at Xiong Zifeng who was riding on the horse behind Wugen's little master, and then pointed at Wugen's little master, "Why didn't you try to persuade little master to get on the horse? The sky is about to turn dark! "

Mu Tu pulled the reins, and turned to look at Wang Yuyan, shaking her head, "Forget it, Wugen's little master definitely doesn't feel good right now, let him walk!"