More importantly, the leader with the sword was too fast.

It was faster than Mrs. He imagined.

He Tai was almost there and didn't even have time to react.

Mrs. He had no time to react.

The old monk Tongshou Temple, who had been preparing for a long time, reacted promptly.

puff!

In a familiar collision, the old monk Tongshou Temple knocked away Mrs. He.

And he himself was split in two.

Blood spreads.

The heat splashed all over He Tai's face.

Mrs. He froze on the spot.

"Master?"

The wandering onmyoji stammered.

The leader holding the sword was stunned.

Then, surprise and sneer appeared on his face.

"You are indeed a fool!"

"You put yourself on the line just to save others!"

"However, the so-called Master Tongshou Temple is really weak."

"It is rumored that a successor named Jason has been found. You are so weak. I'm afraid that Jason is worse than trash, just a piece of trash, right?"

The leader holding the sword flicked his wrist.

The blood on the sword blade fell directly to the ground, revealing the smooth and new blade.

Then, he aimed a straight stab at the wandering Onmyoji.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the wandering Onmyoji's throat.

As before, fast and accurate.

There is no way to avoid the wandering Onmyoji.

Looking at the sword blade getting closer and closer, the wandering Onmyoji gritted his teeth, and a pile of talisman appeared in his hand again. Even if he was going to die, he had to make the opponent suffer considerable damage.

With such awareness, the wandering Onmyoji waited for the moment when his throat would be penetrated.

The opponent's sword is too strong!

It was so strong that he could only wait for the moment when his throat was penetrated before he could succeed!

Close!

The blade is getting closer!

The wandering Onmyoji holds the talisman tightly!

Just when his throat felt stinging, the wandering Onmyoji raised his hand and was about to shoot out the talisman.

However, the opponent's sword blade is faster.

The straight thrust of the sword turned into a diagonal slash.

There was a hissing sound in the air after the sword blade was cut through it.

A bloodstain suddenly appeared on the wandering Onmyoji's right wrist.

The blade has not arrived yet.

The pressure has already injured the wandering Onmyoji.

More importantly, with such an injury, the wandering Onmyoji couldn't help but raise his hand.

It’s over!

Can't I even make the other person hurt?

The wandering Onmyoji felt despair in his heart.

The leader holding the sword looked at the despair of the wandering Onmyoji and let out that sarcastic laugh again.

"Ha, that's ridiculous."

"Will I be hurt by ants?"

"Go to hell!"

There was a ferocious murderous intent in the sarcastic sneer.

The leader holding the sword moved faster with his sword.

The other party had already planned to cut off He Tai's wrist and break it at the waist.

Owl leader?

No, no no.

That way of death is really too cheap, Mrs. He.

What the other party wants is to wail!

Howling in agony!

Only in this way can he and his blade be happy.

The old monk Tongshou Temple in the scripture room began to run outside.

Although the opponent's strength has been estimated, the strength shown by the opponent is stronger than imagined.

no!

Running too slow like this!

Must...

The old monk Tongshou Temple narrowed his eyes, and his whole body glowed with a faint golden light.

roar!

A low roar rose from him.

But, the next moment, it stopped abruptly.

Because, one hand held the sword blade.

Just when the sword blade was about to touch He Tai's wrist, a generous palm grabbed the sword blade.

laugh!

There was a sound like metal being cut, sparks flying everywhere.

The strong wind stopped, as if it had hit a mountain.

Sharp, dull, as if it had dived into the rock.

The leader holding the sword was startled.

It was completely subconscious to draw the sword.

However, the sword blade grabbed by the thug seemed to have taken root on the ground and remained motionless.

Not only that, but a greater force came from that palm.

It seemed as if the sword blade was about to leave him.

The leader holding the sword held the hilt tightly.

"Let me go!"

The other party roared, and while exerting strength with both arms, he raised his foot and kicked the owner of this palm.

Bang!

The raised foot was blocked.

The soles of both sides collided.

The leader holding the sword felt as if he was kicking on a pillar made of poured steel. Not only was the sole of his foot painful, but the opponent's foot was also kicked forward.

This time, the leader holding the sword had to give up the sword in his hand.

He didn't dare to take this kick.

Whoosh!

With one foot touching the ground, the leader holding the sword quickly retreated four or five meters away.

When the distance widened, he could clearly see the person who had just blocked his sword.
To be continued...