Nangong Haotian shouted hurriedly: "Stop!"

However, it was already too late. I saw a Tianshan Taoist's long sword just pulled out from the heart of the sword-wielding man.

At this moment, the whole place fell silent, and everyone stopped.

Taoist Yi Jing flew up to Nangong Haotian and asked humbly and apologetically: "Young hero, do you want to leave one alive?"

Nangong Haotian felt that since the person was dead, it was inconvenient to say anything. Moreover, as a foreigner, he could not turn his back on the Taoist priests of the Tianshan Sect.

When he asked, he could only smile apologetically and said: "I just want to get some breath out of his mouth!"

Taoist Yiqing smiled bitterly and said: "He is Liao Zongshou from our Songsheng Temple. I'm afraid he doesn't know much about the situation in other temples."

Only then did Nangong Haotian understand and exclaimed: "It turns out he is a gangster in your temple..."

"That big black man is invulnerable to swords. He may not be dead yet. I have something to ask him..." A Taoist who participated in the fight said urgently, interrupting Nangong Haotian's words. After speaking, he held the sword carefully.

He ran towards the tall black man lying on the ground.

After a moment of silence, Yi Ru and others ran over hopefully. Nangong Haotian and others knew that the big man was dead, but they had no choice but to follow him.

Among these people, only Nangong Haotian and Aunt Shan knew that Liu Qianwen was good at playing the nine-hole shuttle, and the others did not even know Shangguan Xiaowan.

Taoist Yi Jing and others rushed to him and saw that the tall black man had already died, and he was bleeding from under his chest where he was lying.

When they saw this situation, many of the dozens of Taoists in Tianshan changed their expressions and exclaimed: "He? He has a golden bell, one of those iron shirts!"

After saying this, Yi Jing and others went to see Liu Qianwen in shock.

Because the hidden weapon played by Liu Qianwen was not only as fast as lightning, but also penetrated the chest of a big man with a lot of kung fu skills. Who would believe this amazing skill unless he saw it in person.

"Girl, your skills are truly astounding!" Yi Jing praised.

"Really?" Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, someone in the bushes of rocks and bushes seven or eight feet away actually said with a smile: "She is beautiful and has good martial arts. If anyone can marry her as a wife, it will be a great blessing.

Already."

Everyone looked startled and raised their eyes to look at the place where the words were spoken. Nangong Haotian, Shangguan Xiaowan, and Liu Qianwen had already seen each other clearly before the other person was speaking.

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man in his mid-thirties, not yet forty, wearing a white Taoist robe, a jade-hook purple gold Taoist crown on his head, fair and clean painted skin, and no beard under his chin.

This man had slender eyebrows, a straight nose and red lips, but his two eyeballs were blurry in black and white, covered with bloodshot eyes, and somewhat turbid. He was obviously a drunkard and a womanizer.

The white-robed Taoist held a silver-maned whisk in his hand, and even the hilt and tassel of the sword behind his back were made of silver. After he finished speaking, he looked calm, walked out of the rocks with a proud smile, and walked directly towards that side.

Behind him were four big men in black Taoist attire. All four of them wielded knives in one style, but they all wore wide belts around their waists and were wearing ground-grabbing shoes, which made them look nondescript and a bit ridiculous.

While Nangong Haotian and the others were looking at each other, Yi Ru and others were shocked and said anxiously: "Young hero Nangong, he is Qianhe from Zizhu Temple!"

"Among the nine-headed owls, he is also one who often goes to the foot of the mountain to ravage women."

Qianhe, who was holding a silver whisk, not only did not feel ashamed, but smiled and said: "Master Tao is a half-way monk who has tasted the taste of women. If Master Tao does not touch women in his life, it is better to die!"

As he spoke, he was already in front of him. He didn't even look at the cold-looking Nangong Haotian. Instead, he glanced at Shangguan, Liu, Zhao, and Xue. A thick silver light flashed in his eyes, and he wished he could kill these people right away.

Take it back.

The four big men in Taoist attire following Qianhe all laughed frivolously after hearing Qianhe's words.

Shangguan Xiaowan, Liu Qianwen, Zhao Ling'er, and Xue Bing'er all looked at Qianhe with disgust. Nangong Haotian's eyes were filled with murderous intent. He dared to attack his own woman. It seemed that he didn't want to live anymore.

"You evil thieves are destined to die today. If you want to laugh, laugh as fast as you can!" Aunt Shan couldn't stand Qianhe's lewd eyes and was the first to yell.

Qianhe smiled calmly and said: "In a hundred years of life, death is inevitable. It is better to die early and be reincarnated early, but I am willing to die. If I die in the hands of an old woman with wrinkles like you, then I will not die in peace!"

Aunt Shan suddenly became furious, shouted angrily, flew forward, and with the iron dove stick in her hand, she aimed it at Qianhe's head. It was obvious that Aunt Shan had really killed her this time.

Unexpectedly, Qianhe actually smiled and said: "You are no match for me. If I kill you, I will dirty my whisk. It is not worth dying in your hands!"

As he spoke, he had already turned around and walked away. The whisk in his hand swept towards Aunt Shan Quchi's elbows with a swipe. The speed was so fast that only a silver light flickered could be seen.

Aunt Shan was startled, she hurriedly raised her arms to withdraw the attack, and with a loud shout, the iron staff changed from a smash to a swing, and struck Qian He directly in the ribs.

However, just as her iron staff changed its moves, Qianzhe, who had finished speaking, let out a cry, and the silver whisk was swept towards her lower abdomen.

Aunt Shan was shocked, screamed, and flew back ten or five feet away.

Qianhe's sharp move forced Aunt Shan back, which indeed surprised Nangong Haotian and others, but it was just an accident.

In view of this, Nangong Haotian became curious about the old Fahe who was in retreat. If he finished the retreat, who knows what kind of situation he could reach?

Yi Ru, Yi Jing and others saw that Qian He had repelled Aunt Shan with just two moves. Their expressions changed, and they all looked uneasy, looking at Nangong Haotian from time to time.

Xue Bing'er pulled out the lancet with a swipe, screamed, and flew towards her. As soon as she got in front of her, the cold light flashed, and she struck three times with a roar.

This time Qianhe didn't dare to be careless, but she didn't panic either. The silver whisk quickly sealed the attack, and she actually met Xue Bing'er's elegant sword skills in both offense and defense.

Xue Bing'er continued to attack several times, but still couldn't succeed, and she had to rely on the Mei Zhuang Step to dodge Qianhe's sharp and strange whisk attack.
Chapter completed!