Pokemon Sato

On the way to escape in the dark night, when the dim light of the torch reflected the bearded monk's expression, the members of the Sun Moon God Sect beside Deng Yuanjue also began to disperse and surround him, faintly trapping him.

His toes were twisting on the ground, and a layer of soil accumulated on his steps. Niu Yi knew that Deng Yuanjue, Baoguang Tathagata, was being surrounded and killed. Depending on what the other party meant, there was no point in saying more.

The foot that was stuck in the soil kicked hard, and he rushed forward with a desperate gesture. Over there, the heavy Zen staff started to move in the air. Niu Yi, who was running wildly, suddenly kicked the ground again, his whole body He jumped into the air and slashed with his arms raised in mid-air.

In the black, the strength of the two sides collided, and the soil under Deng Yuanjue's feet was directly cracked like a spider web. The moment Jin Ming clashed, the surrounding burning torches shook like light and dark, sparks flew, and both sides formed a pressing force.

The weapons collided with each other. After a moment, the Zen staff pressing on Guandao in his sight was like a huge force forcing him to gradually start to retreat. Every step would sink deeply into the soil. Immediately, Niu Yi gritted his teeth, pushed his arms with all his strength, and threw himself to the side. When he got out, the Zen staff lost its resistance and hit the ground with a bang.

Tread-tap-

Deng Yuanjue approached the rolling figure and struck out with another stick. Over there, Niu Yi was half-crouching and before he could get up, he saw the iron Zen stick sweeping across and hurriedly raised his knife to block it.

bang——

The blade was extremely curved and sunk toward the person's chest. When time slowed down, you could see the moment when the curved bulge touched Niu Yi's chest. The huge force directly twisted the skirt of the clothes into a whirlpool, and then tore apart. When the entire blade touched Niu Yi's chest, When he went up, he was knocked up from the ground and fell into the forest not far away. One or two trees were shaken.

On the other side, Deng Yuanjue walked into the woods expressionlessly with a Zen staff. Under the tree in his field of vision, Niu Yi was lying on the ground. Guandao had been thrown to someone unknown. His body was covered with mud and fallen leaves, and he was in a miserable state.

"You can't go back... The Qinghe Gang will also disappear tonight." He walked into the woods and stepped on the fallen leaves, his voice was slow and powerful.

Then, the footsteps stopped in front of the other party.

The torch followed the congregation into the woods. When Niu Yi raised his head, the fallen leaves on the ground were already covered with blood. His hair was messy and stuck to his face. He wanted to move, but he sat down on the ground.

"But...but..." He tried his best to hold on, but it was obvious that he could no longer control his body and couldn't stand up. "Can you...don't kill me...I know the old guy's place...it's very secret...outsiders can't find it. of…."

The trembling body, the desire to survive reached its extreme in the eyes. The torch burned quietly in the night, and the figure moved around holding the firelight, illuminating the figure eager to survive. The monk near him raised his face and glanced at the other person.

"...That place is in Dongting Lake... It's quite big there. It's really not easy to find a secret place, but the place is always dead. If you really want to look for it, it's not that you can't find it. I'm just curious. , How could there be such a person in Jiangnan who has been hiding for so long."

"It's just a remnant of the Zhou Dynasty, a lonely old eunuch..." Niu Yi leaned against the tree, clutching his chest and said feebly, and then laughed twice in a self-deprecating tone, "Haha... I was just caught by that Monk Deng was raised by eunuchs... He has many adopted sons... There is no loss at all if a few of them die, but I can still lead you to find him if I am alive."

He clenched his fists with his hands covering his chest and stretched his neck: "How? This deal is still a good deal."

"Haha...haha..." In the dim light, a tall shadow moved around and covered Niu Yi's head, and he laughed, "People who are greedy for life and afraid of death... I, Deng Yuanjue, have seen enough."

After the words fell, his arms moved.

"Deng Yuanjue——"

When Niu Yi saw his movements, he shouted sternly and tried to get up and run away. The heavy Zen staff was knocked down, a stream of blood burst into his dim vision, and the body fell to the ground with a thud.

"Let's go!" Put away the Zen staff, Deng Yuanjue flicked his monk's robe, turned around and led the team away.

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In the market in the southeast of Shuixi County, the sound of fighting rang through the night sky. Figures controlling several puppets were protecting the injured woman on the ground in the chaos. Even though they were powerful in martial arts, they could not withstand the crowds that surged around them. Their bodies were already injured at this time. Several places.

"Go away and leave me alone." Luan Hongyi got up from the ground, her delicate body trembling. She was a little distracted when she saw Zhao Mingtuo constantly using puppets around her to block the opponent's attack.

"Walk together!"

A child puppet was withdrawn, and Zhao Mingtuo turned around and glared fiercely at the burly figure over there, "Zheng Biao, long time no see..."

From the diffuse dust, a burly body walked out, carrying a heavy hammer on his shoulders. Yin Yang Yuxia's eyes were fierce, "...it's been a long time since we last seen each other, and I'm afraid we won't have the chance to see each other again."

The fire flickered and the dust settled.

Zhao Mingtuo held the woman with one hand and looked at the figure standing a foot away with some embarrassment. Some memories were opened here at this time, and a voice sounded from his mouth,

"When I knew that you killed your master, I went to look for you... I didn't expect that you had surrendered to the imperial court... and were willing to be a lackey." His voice was not loud, but it was a bit harsh at the moment, and the light The dim light shone on his face, reflecting a mocking expression.

Mingjiao...

.....The old man who was smashed to death by his own hands...Master.

Baodao B…..

Zheng Biao took a deep breath, slowly picked up the hammer from his shoulder, and held it in his hand. As the bad memory replayed, he walked towards the two of them and swung the tiger-headed hammer——

The roaring sound exploded!

"none of your business!!!!"

In the light of the torches and the chaos of the market, the hammer head struck out with all its strength. Zhao Mingtuo hooked his fingers, and a figure retracted from in front of him, jumped up, rushed towards the man and stabbed him with a sharp knife.

The contact lasted only a moment.

bang——

The whole puppet exploded in mid-air, and the sleeves and small pieces of hardwood were shattered into the night sky, flying in all directions. The next moment, Zhao Mingtuo took this opportunity to control other puppets and beat them around. He hugged Luan Hongyi and walked away. Breakout to the other side.

After several consecutive sounds, the puppet exploded in the air. Zheng Biao stepped over the broken and broken puppet and rushed towards the fleeing figure of the other party like a wave of anger. At this moment, Zhao Mingtuo and Zhao Mingtuo, who had distanced themselves from each other, had not yet rushed out of the market. A ray of sword light condensed into a straight line in his sight.

There was a bang, and the short knife in the cuffs collided with the opponent. The man jumped away from the battle group and stood opposite them. A cold long knife was leaning at his feet. On the ferocious armor, his face was covered with iron. Ghost making noodles.

"...Just keep them all." Yang Zhi raised his chin slightly.

....

Suddenly, Luan Hongyi broke away from the man protecting her, looked at the surrounding pursuers, shook her head subconsciously, and suddenly knelt down.

Zhao Mingtuo's body stiffened and he looked at the kneeling figure, "...What are you doing."

"We can't leave... We can't escape..." The woman shook her head: "... The figure who snatched Bodhidharma's body before was actually his adoptive father. I remember his figure... I read it right. There is no need for us to be meaningless. Death, he just uses us so-called children as pawns... He keeps the useful ones, and the useless ones, just like Huang Lan, are thrown away... After all these years, don't you understand... .”

When Luan Hongyi said this, she became a little emotional. She looked at the ghost-faced man holding the knife, "... Hongyi doesn't ask for his own survival, but I hope you can let him go..."

"Don't say this..." Looking at the woman kneeling on the ground begging for mercy for him, Zhao Mingtuo's eyes turned red, his clenched fists suddenly loosened, his knees softened, and he knelt down, which made the people behind him Zheng Biao's expression was a little complicated. He looked at the roof. Above, a figure nodded.

As if agreeing to their surrender.