At the end of the torches, the fighting continued, the yellowish-colored flag was waving, and the figure carrying the small flag ran in front of a formation with only a few dozen people. In the vast rain, the visibility was very low. In the dark sky, the five elements flag on the Sun and Moon God Sect guarded a gap on the cliff, dragging the encirclements and suppression people there.

These people are not very skilled in martial arts, but when they form a formation, they make the brave men of the scattered soldiers feel extremely difficult. Previously, a master of the martial arts who used two swords rushed into the other side casually. The two scimitars were still used to open at the beginning. After killing one person, they fell into a siege. Only one knife was blocked, and five or six swords were cut from different directions on the other side, and then they were killed by the soldiers of the Tuxing Banner of the Sun and Moon God Sect and threw them out.

In the darkness, the vision was unknown. Li Wenshu led his people to rush back once, and when he broke several people in the process, he immediately knew that "It's terrible."

There are not many people around, only a dozen.

After picturing a few darts, Su Wanling asked anxiously, "What's going on with Senior Brother?"

"Secretly traveling to Chen Cang" Li Wenshu looked at the formation on the other side of the cliff and shouted in a low voice: "That woman has never come out, and she must have been no longer here. What are left behind are all those who have been cut off."

On the other side, Qin Mian pulled back a few times and happened to hear what the other party said, "That woman is a cruel and ruthless person, and she can't escape."

"What happened." Li Wenshu gritted his teeth in the fire and said in a low voice, "That kind of personality will definitely go to other places."

"Where will you go, will you go in town?"

"I probably won't go there. There are Zhao Wenbing and others in charge. It's just that she is not her opponent, but there are not many people, and the other party is not that stupid."

"Shaolin Temple?" Qin Mian wiped the blood on his hands and narrowed his eyes, "There is only Shaolin Temple."

Li Wenshu nodded. As long as the other party was not stupid, it was obvious that once he was dragged down by himself, he would be in a state of dying until dawn. Even if the leader had high martial arts skills and could escape, the church members would lose their faces in the world.

"But so what?" Su Wanling was a little confused.

"Now is not the time to explain. The other party is doing something in a desperate situation. It is impossible to have no clues unless it is simply revenge." When Li Wenshu led the person back, he screamed in surprise: "Revenge and revenge are simple revenge, knowing that it is impossible to enter Shaolin, so he can only vent his anger and revenge. She wants to set fire!!"

The wind blows through the forest, and the leaves ring.

The woman next to her covered her mouth in fear, "That night, Qing was still in the temple."

"Walk"

Li Wenshu immediately roared, and no matter how the Sun and Moon Cult members were on the cliff, the people who were besieging nearby did not understand what they said. Some continued to stay here to besiege, while some followed them down the mountain.

After everyone rushed to the foot of the mountain, Li Wenshu sent a companion to Ebony Town to tell Zhao Wenbing and others who were in charge of the possible crisis.

A woman who just wants to vent her anger is very skilled in martial arts.

Thousand-year-old temple

"The madman is just like the admiral of the Dongchang!!" His steps were running wildly, and the wind hit the running figure, and his scattered hair flew backwards.

At this moment, other people from the world who knew about the whole story did not hesitate and rushed towards Shaomu Mountain crazy.

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The morning breeze is slightly cool, accompanied by rain, and the mist begins to spread among the mountains.

On the stone steps.

The accumulated rain was splashed by a big foot, and the knife on the waist of the man wrapped in a cloth strip, silently. Hundreds of people rushed up from the slippery stone steps, and in front of their vision, the mountain gate appeared.

There are two stone yards on both sides of the mountain gate. The slope is a bit like a world-class style, but at this time, there is a person standing at the top of the mountain gate.

The black hair and the red dress are flying in the mountain breeze and drizzle.

Under the mountain gate, several corpses were lying in a pool of blood, two lanterns fell to the ground, and one had been extinguished. The tall evil monk walked over and asked upwards with a rough and majestic voice, "Master, what should I do next?"

Xiao Ping'er held his hands, narrowed his bright eyes slightly, and looked at the corridor covered with pines and cypresses on both sides of the mountain gate. Then he ordered his subordinates who had just come up from below to stand, and his voice disturbed Ning Jing.

"Kill people, set fire!"

At this moment, the cold makeup is ferocious and dazzling

The corridor, the forest of steles.

The Shaolin disciples who were patrolling the night all had a division of labor. At this time, a few people came here to patrol. They looked through the rain curtain and looked forward with a lantern in their hands. Then they saw a group of people rushing into the dark curtain, wearing straw raincoats and holding weapons. Then they subconsciously raised the knife and rod in their hands and shouted.

"Who are you?"

With a loud bang, a Zen stick broke through the rain, and rushed forward with a few steps. The stone tablet broke into two pieces, and the stone chips splashed everywhere, and half of them flew up. The rain curtain was forced to open and hit the monks.

The monk holding the lantern had no time to speak, and his figure suddenly sank. Half of the stone tablets that were smashed were pressed down on the ground. The lantern fell to the ground. The moment the light disappeared, the tall figure rushed over, and the Zen stick in his hand swept to another person. The next stone tablets made a buzzing sound, fragments and blood, and figures flew backwards on a stone tablet next to it, shaking the sky with water.

In the black, a group of figures wearing straw raincoats came over, jumped up, someone waved his sword, killing the remaining Night Patrol disciples in the monument. Some people kept walking and spontaneously formed several teams to scatter and hide in the Heavenly King Hall in front.

Deng Yuanjue wiped the rain from his face, looked at the outline of the hall, and grinned: "How much money does it take to cover it?"

With a slight Zen stick, he stepped on the rain and rushed towards the Heavenly King Hall.

At this time, the hall had already been closed, and the members of the Sun and Moon God Sect who were lurking quietly did not rush to fight. After avoiding a group of Shaolin disciples who were patrolling the night, they broke through the door. There were a Vajra statue on both sides of the left and right sides of the screen inside, and there were four statues of the Heavenly Kings.

"who!"

"Beware of outsiders!"

Two voices suddenly sounded in the hall. It seemed that when he heard the breaking door, the figure rushed out of the side room in panic. It should be the monk who was guarding the night in the Heavenly King Hall. The moment he came out, the people here had already passed by, and took a few strokes to knock the unarmed figure into a pool of blood.

Then, the evil monk who entered the hall behind looked at the corpse on the ground, pointed to the burning lamp oil, and nodded to his subordinates.

Immediately, several oil lamps were poured on the tent of the Heavenly King. On the door leaf, the flame suddenly ignited on the fire stick. Someone approached the curtains and wooden doors that had penetrated the oil of the lamp.

In an instant, the flames began to crawl and spread upwards.

The fire finally started to burn at the first place.
Chapter completed!