This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 205 Xuantian Branch Altar
It snowed all night yesterday. In the early morning, several Xuantian believers started cleaning. They were wearing clothes that barely kept out the cold. In the early morning wind, their faces were red with cold.

Touching the hard and cold nose, one of them complained: "Why do we have to get up so early, isn't it always cleaned at Sishi in the past, just because there is a Dharma protector?"

The other person hurried over and covered his mouth, and scolded: "Shh! Keep your voice down! I'm tired of you, how dare you make arrangements for the Dharma Protector behind your back!"

"Bah bah, that's what it is." The man who was wiped cold on his mouth said a little bit angrily.

"I said what about you"

Before the other person finished speaking, he heard footsteps behind him. He trembled a few times. He hurriedly pulled his companion over and bowed to the person who came: "I have met the guardian! I have seen the envoy!"

The headed guardian lord walked over without looking sideways, while the other envoy, who was halfway down, slowed down slightly, and swept the two servants in charge of cleaning lightly, and the two immediately fell to their knees In the snow, he didn't dare to get up until the other party was far away.

"Ugh."

Sighing softly, the emissary said in a somewhat shrill voice: "The boy in the family is not trained well, let the guardian see it as a joke."

But that person didn't care, his firm face had traces of tattooing, it was Protector Mo, he said with a smile: "Old Huang, how many years have you been away from the capital, why do you still speak in this tone."

"I've gotten used to it a long time ago, I'm afraid I won't be able to change it in this life."

The yellow emissary shook his head sighingly, and then showed a serious look on his face: "What happened, why did the leader send you here?"

"It's hard to say."

Protector Mo let out a long sigh, stopped on the corridor and looked at the rising sun, and said in a sad tone: "Now that the event is at a critical juncture, the manpower everywhere is tense, but at this time, Ah Hua and Ming are both folded. Nothing came back."

"Old He is a pity."

Messenger Huang glanced at Protector Mo and asked, "Then Lu Hanjiang, is he really that scary?"

Protector Mo's eyes drifted away gradually, he stretched out his hand to pick up a little snowball from a nearby branch, and watched it melt away in his hand.

"Very strong," Protector Mo said after a long while, "his martial arts are superior to mine, and I'm afraid he has reached the realm of the two dharma kings."

"It's so terrifying?" Huang Envoy's eyes flashed with horror: "Do you know that King Youyun has practiced the ninth level of the shadow art, and there is only a short distance from the ten great perfections?"

"know."

Protector Mo said with lingering fear, "Then Lu Hanjiang's true strength is probably comparable to that of King Youyun. If the two of them fight to the death, I'm afraid that at best it will be a lose-lose result."

"It's really unexpected. Meng Yuan's thoughts are so deep that he has hidden such a master in secret." Huang Envoy said with some fear.

The Xuantian Sect can be strong today, the conspiracy and tricks have played a role, but more is their own strength is strong enough, under the leader are two protectors, they have played a role in the rise of the Xuantian Sect. pivotal role.

It can be said that if there were no two Dharma Kings with high martial arts skills to cut off those troublesome obstacles, the Xuantian Sect would not have reached the height it is today.

You must know that Lu Hanjiang was still a quiet thousand householder a while ago, but now that he was promoted, he suddenly reached the level of the Xuantian Sect Protector Dharma King, so it is not surprising.

Seeing the change in his expression, Mo Hufa couldn't help but smiled and comforted him: "But you don't have to worry too much, Lao Huang. Fortunately, Lao He's body is not in vain. A few days ago, he replied in the capital. Now the governor My lord is seriously injured and hard to heal, I heard that he used a substitute to go in and out, and he was strong on the outside but on the inside, just trying to protect his face."

"That's fine, it's just, alas"

When Envoy Huang sighed for a long time, he suddenly heard a noisy voice from outside. He frowned and looked behind him: "The people who went to Death Valley have come back?"

"It's the team led by that boy Chen Ming. I haven't seen him for a long time, huh?"

As soon as Protector Mo's words fell, a group of disciples rushed to him in a hurry, pointed in the direction of the gate in panic and said, "No, it's not good, my lord! Someone is calling at the door!"

"What did you say?"

Messenger Huang felt in a trance for a while, and even felt a little absurd, when their Xuantian Sect was reduced to the point where they were bullied.

Protector Mo pressed the believer's shoulders, and asked in a cold voice, "How many people are here?"

The man showed a terrified look, and stammered: "No, I don't know—I know!"

The originally timid kid suddenly changed into a vicious expression, took out a short knife and stabbed Mo Protector, but unexpectedly, the other party was more skilled and had already seen through his disguise.

Protector Mo snorted coldly, all the zhenqi in his body condensed in his hands, grabbed the blade with his bare hands, twisted it hard, and easily took away the opponent's weapon, and counterattacked the opponent's body with his backhand, piercing the blade. The man's chest.

The man fell into a pool of blood with a burst of unwillingness.

Messenger Huang has recovered from the initial shock, his face sank like water: "It's not a good person to use such a method."

"Don't guess, it's probably because Jin Yiwei has arrived, they like these conspiracies the most."

Protector Mo kicked away the corpse under his feet, and strode outside: "Old Huang, hurry up and gather everyone. I'm afraid that kid Chen Ming will be in danger, and we can only rely on us here!"

"Do not worry."

As soon as the envoy Huang turned around, he turned back and said to Protector Mo: "If you can't do anything, you must go away. The leader still needs your support."

"Old Huang, I know."

Jin Yiwei came in menacingly, and Protector Mo didn't have time to be sentimental. After he solemnly responded to the Yellow Envoy, he jumped up the outer wall with lightness kung fu.

Looking around, Protector Mo's heart immediately turned cold. The number of Jin Yiwei far exceeded his imagination. I'm afraid this was not a temporary killing of thieves, but a premeditated encirclement and suppression.

In the black trend, there was a person who caught eyes with him. Judging from his clothes, he was a deputy Qianhu, and he was probably the leader who besieged their branch this time.

Protector Mo didn't talk nonsense, taking advantage of the high ground, he stepped out in one step, and the roc swooped down as if spreading its wings, and pulled out the long dragon pattern knife on his waist to chop down from the height.

Liu Yishou greeted them with the Xiuchun Knife, and after pouring out his true energy, the two bright knives collided, and the burst of air wave cleared a suitable battlefield for them.

When the two met without saying a word, there was a flash of swords. Liu used the well-regulated side saber technique with one hand. The opponent had no chance to breathe.

But Mo Hufa responded calmly. He retreated step by step without making a move, and was completely suppressed in momentum. It wasn't until Liu gathered all his strength to slash down with the knife that he raised the blade horizontally to block it, and slid backwards with his strength, holding his hand at the same time. Pulling hard on the handle of the knife, the handle of the knife grew more than six feet in an instant, and the long knife suddenly became a closed knife.

Liu Yishou retreated immediately when he saw something was wrong, but Mo Hufa slashed out a crescent-shaped knife gang with lightning speed, and the cracks on the ground spread out in a fan shape.

Liu Yishou hurriedly countered with the saber, but was so shaken that his jaws split open. He had no choice but to take two steps back, tore off a hem of his clothes and wrapped it around his injured palm, staring at Protector Namo in surprise: "Broken Array Knife? How about you Xuan?" Thieves from the Heavenly Sect, when did you steal my imperial court's martial arts!"

　Thank you for your recommendation and subscription support,

　　PS, this book has also published almost 50 words, take this opportunity to ask if you need to form a group?
　　


(End of this chapter)