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Chapter 222 Attack on the White Horse Temple (4)

The monk who emerged from behind Liu Ziming was dry and thin, seemingly weak, but he was extremely ruthless in his strikes. This man was Decheng, the second disciple of Master Mojia, but when he saw his figure flickering silently, his whole body He appeared behind Liu Ziming like a ghost, and with a shake of his hand, a black dagger pierced Liu Ziming's vest ferociously.

"Go away!"

Although Liu Ziming was flustered because Li Xian was in a dangerous situation, he was no one to wait for nothing. As soon as Monk Decheng made his move, he had already sensed the danger approaching, and he didn't bother to attack Master Mojia again. Turning around, the knife went with him, drew an arc, and slashed towards Monk Decheng's waist and abdomen with lightning speed.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

Monk Decheng was born as a horse thief, but what he is good at is not fighting head-on, but assassination. Seeing that Liu Ziming's saber is extremely fierce, he dare not neglect it. Three times, amidst the clanging of gold and iron, the person had turned upside down, and the inevitable blow fell into the empty space, but the monk Decheng didn't care at all, just because of the task he had received. Just pester Liu Ziming.

"Roar……"

Although Liu Ziming forced Monk Decheng back with a single blow, he also lost the motivation to charge forward. He couldn't borrow strength from the air, so he could only float down to the ground. Monk Cheng put his toes on the roof of the corridor, and the people flew away again, transforming into countless figures, trapping Liu Ziming in the core like a revolving lantern, but he didn't confront Liu Ziming head-on, so anxious that Liu Ziming roared wildly Unbelievable, the big knife in his hand was running like flying, trying to cut a passage, but Monk Decheng's body skills were really weird, even though Liu Ziming was desperately rushing forward, he still couldn't get rid of Monk Decheng's entanglement, not only that , and was almost injured several times by the stabbing of the dagger, Liu Ziming had no choice but to force himself to calm down and start a hard fight with Monk Decheng.

Luo Tong on the left and Liu Ziming on the right have been entangled by people respectively. Obviously, no one can help Li Xian who is in distress. At this moment, Li Xian can only rely on himself. Facing the back and forth attacks of two masters, it is undoubtedly extremely difficult to escape from the sky. The chance is not great, it can even be said to be slim, but no matter how slim the hope is, it is still hope. It is not Li Xian's style to wait for death. At this moment, all Li Xian can do is fight!
regret?There is a little bit, but not much. Perhaps it was because he was too cowardly in his previous life. In this life, Li Xian has more of a gambler in his temper. Even if he knows that there is danger, Li Xian seldom backs down. This is not only the case in the court, but also in the battlefield, and it is also the case in life. That's why he resolutely stepped in when he knew that there might be an ambush in the White Horse Temple. With his absolute confidence, at this moment, facing the situation that would kill him, not only did Li Xian not panic, but he was terribly calm. In an instant, he had calculated all the possibilities. There is a way to deal with it.

"Hey!"

Seeing that Master Mojia's withered palm had slapped less than a foot away from his chest, Li Xian, who had been retreating all this time, suddenly stopped, and after exhaling loudly, his empty right palm stood up like a knife. He swung it out like that, and directly slashed at Master Mojia's palm, with a head-to-head style, he ignored Master Zhixin who had rushed to kill him.

"evil creature!"

Li Xian's hand knife was fast and ruthless, and when the palm came out, there was a sharp whistling sound, which showed how amazing the power contained in the palm was, but Master Mojia refused to back down at all, not only did he not back down, On the contrary, he added a little strength to his palm, let out a roar, and charged forward with all his strength, trying to fight Li Xian in order to create a one-hit chance for Master Zhixin who came from behind.

"die!"

Seeing that Li Xian was actually going to take Master Mojia's moves, Master Zhixin was overjoyed, roared, kicked his feet hard, flew up, and stamped Li Xian's vest with all his strength, without holding back at all , as long as it is confirmed, even if Li Xian does not die, he still has to lose half of his life. Of course, the prerequisite is that the hit is successful.

"Oh!"

Hit?It was indeed hit, but what hit was not Li Xian's vest, but the palm of Master Mojia - at the moment when Master Mojia and Master Zhixin were exerting force at the same time, it seemed that they were going to fight with Master Mojia in a threatening manner. Li Xian, who was fighting for his life, suddenly flashed his figure, and when there was no time to move, his whole body moved horizontally for half a foot, miraculously avoiding Master Zhixin's flying pounce, and the knife in his hand touched Master Mojia's palm, floating Like willow catkins, there seems to be no trace of strength inside, and Master Mojia's full blow immediately lost the place where the force was received, and his chest and abdomen couldn't help feeling astringent. Before he recovered, he saw Li The hand was only lightly hooked and lured, and Master Mojia, who was unable to react in time, had lost his center of gravity. The palm with all his strength was attracted to Master Zhixin, and his palms collided heavily, making a muffled sound. Under the exhaustion, the two old monks couldn't keep their feet and were shaken backwards.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Master Mojia and Master Zhixin belong to brothers, and their martial arts are not too different. The previous blow was all out, and after a head-to-head collision, no one could get a bargain, and each retreated seven or eight steps. He stood firm, but even though he stood firm, the tumbling blood couldn't be suppressed, and all of them opened their mouths to spit out a mouthful of blood. It was a situation where both sides suffered.

"Yue'er, are you afraid?"

After meeting each other, the two old monks were both injured, and Li Xian also failed to get too much money. Don't look at how easy it was to attract Master Mojia's palm with his ingenuity, but it was not. Citing looks easy, but the way to change the internal strength is extremely difficult. Even if it is as strong as Li Xian, under such a sudden change of strength, the meridians are still seriously injured, but facing a strong enemy, Li Xian But he didn't dare to reveal the slightest clue, he could only smile pretending to be relaxed, looked at Princess Mingyue who was still in shock in his arms, and asked softly.

"Master Zhixin, as a virtuous and eminent monk, why did you do this killing in front of the Buddha, are you not afraid of the Buddha's punishment?"

Princess Mingyue was strong by nature. Although her small face was pale with shock when she was suddenly in danger, her courage was not lost. She just smiled and didn't answer Li Xian's question, but turned her head to look at the man. Master Zhixin, with a face of shock and anger, asked solemnly.

"Amitabha, sins, sins, I really have to deal with it, and when things are done, I will apologize with death."

Master Zhixin has lived in Khotan for more than [-] years. He has a lot of contacts with the royal family of Khotan, and he is also very familiar with Princess Mingyue. At this time, when Princess Mingyue asked, he felt a little guilty, so he folded his hands together , shook his head bitterly and sighed.

"It's a last resort, hehe, what an excuse, if the information is not bad, the master must be from Tubo?" Although Li Xianren stood still, he had a panoramic view of the chaotic battle in the square from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that Luo Tong and Liu Ziming were both entangled by others, he couldn't help but feel a little heavy in his heart. He wanted to procrastinate for a little longer, so he smiled slightly and interjected, pointing out the origin of Master Zhixin.

"Amitabha, since Your Highness already knows, I don't want to deny it. If I can fight with Your Highness today, I will have no regrets even if I die." Master Zhixin did not deny Li Xian's deduction, and replied with a wry smile.

"What is the name of this master?"

Li Xian didn't tease Master Zhixin anymore, but looked sideways at Master Mojia who was silently adjusting his breath, and asked with a smile.

"Poor monk Mojia, Your Highness, don't waste time, let's fight!"

Master Mojia had obviously completed the breath adjustment while everyone was answering. Seeing that Li Xian had a lot of questions, he made it clear that he wanted to wait for a change. Since he refused to give Li Xian this opportunity, he replied indifferently. After a dodge, he rushed towards Li Xian again. At the same time, Master Zhixin also rushed out from the right, forming a pincer attack with Master Mojia... "Assault, assault!"

Although Lin Chengbin had just joined Li Xian's command not long ago, firstly, he was grateful for Li Xian's life-saving grace, secondly, he was impressed by Li Xian's brilliance and martial arts, and his loyalty to Li Xian would never be inferior to the old guards At this critical moment, he didn't care about hurting the innocent, so he roared and led his troops to rush forward, the horizontal knife in his hand flew up and down, and in an instant, two monks who rushed over were beheaded. Killed by the sword, he rushed forward bravely. While he was sprinting, he saw two thick-backed swords approaching one from the left and the other from the right. Surprised, he didn't care to rush forward, the horizontal knife in his hand tightened, and a blade of light danced incomparably swiftly, protecting the front of him.

"Clang clang..."

Two saber lights slammed into Lin Chengbin's defensive circle one after the other, and there was a burst of crisp sound in an instant, and a huge counter-shock hit. Lin Chengbin was so brave that he was shocked After retreating wildly, the forward momentum of the guards was also suffocated.

"Array of knives!"

Lin Chengbin finally forcibly stabilized his madly retreating footsteps, a streak of blood hangs down from the corner of his mouth, obviously he suffered some minor injuries from the hard frame just now, when he took a closer look, he realized that he was mixed in the crowd just now to start the attack. The raiders were two stout middle-aged monks. Whether it was the posture of holding the knife or the sharp eyes, both of them showed that these two monks were masters, and their hearts sank involuntarily, because he He knew clearly that if he could not break through the blocking of these monks in time, Li Xian in the temple would be in great trouble, and this was the result that Lin Chengbin could not bear, but he was in a hurry, facing the blocking of the two masters, Lin Chengbin Knowing that blind movement is absolutely useless, and the matter has come to this point, it can only be fought, so he roared and gave the order to line up...

(End of this chapter)