Chapter - 449 Will the Encounter While Lion-slaying Cause a Calamity? (5) (2/2)

Suddenly a loud 'Bang!' was heard as a monk kicked the door open and rushed in. A dark green light flashed by, the red tassel trembled, as the lance in his hand came straight toward Zhang Wuji.

”Aiyo!” Zhao Min cried out. Hastily she handed over the dagger in her hand to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji shook his head without moving his hand. He groaned inwardly, ”I don't have the least bit of strength on my hand; how would I resist the enemy even though I have a weapon? My flesh and blood won't withstand the enemy's weapon.” He had not finished musing when the tip of enemy's lance formed a circle, with its red tassel blooming like a flower, had already reached in front of Zhang Wuji's chest.

The lance strike was fast, Zhao Min's mind worked even faster. She reached into Zhang Wuji's pocket to take a Sheng Huo Ling tablet out, and placed it on Zhang Wuji's chest to shield it against the spearhead. 'Bang!' the tip of the lance struck the Sheng Huo Ling.

Even an extremely sharp weapon like the Yitian Sword was not able to scratch the Sheng Huo Ling, much less an ordinary spearhead. Again, this strike had aroused the Jiu Yang Shen Gong inside Zhang Wuji's body, which reacted naturally. ”Aahhhhh …” a long and miserable cry was heard as the lance's pole penetrated the monk's chest.

This monk had not fallen down when the second monk's saber was hacking down on the top of Zhang Wuji's head. Zhao Min was afraid one Sheng Huo Ling would not suffice to block the saber, so grabbing a Sheng Huo Ling in either hand, she swiftly placed them on Zhang Wuji's head.

Her action was truly effective. With another 'bang!' the saber bounced, its back crashed into that wicked monk's forehead, smashing his skull; but the tip of Zhao Min's left little finger was also sliced off. In the excitement of the moment, she did not feel the pain.

The third monk, wielding a sword in his hand, was just about to enter the door; seeing his two companions meet their cruel fate, he screamed in terror and ran out the door.

”We can't let him escape!” Zhao Min called out, while throwing one Sheng Huo Ling tablet over the window. Her throw was accurate, but she lacked the strength, so it fell down even before touching that monk's body.

Zhang Wuji wrapped his arms around her and called out, ”Throw again!” He concentrated his internal energy in his chest and transmitted it to Zhao Min's back. Zhao Min threw the Sheng Huo Ling in her left hand. Two more steps, then that monk would have stepped over behind the wall; but the Sheng Huo Ling was so fast that it struck his back. Immediately blood spurted from his mouth and he died on the spot. As soon as the Sheng Huo Ling left their hands, Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min fainted and fell on the bed.

At this moment, there were six dead monks in the room, with two more dead monks in the courtyard, so Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min had fainted in the pool of blood. The temple was so small and it was located on a remote hill. Under the cold moon and cool breeze, there was not a sound to be heard.