Chapter 262 (2/2)

”Wait, don't do it yourself.” the monk at the peak of the out of body state was stunned and quickly shouted.

”Hmm?” Po frowned, stopped and looked at the three wuweizong people.

”Let's go, let's go, it's all right.” at this time, the people of wuweizong dispersed the people watching the play around, walked to Po and said, ”brother, can you take a step to talk? Some things are inconvenient here.”

”Hmm?” Po was stunned, but he nodded and said, ”OK.”

Under the leadership of the three friars, Po came to a hidden house near the Xinghua building. The Friar's face hurt by Po was a little painful, and his eyes were full of fear.

The deacon of wuweizong said, ”brother, don't hurt the harmony of our two families. This is my brother. No offense. Please help me.”

Looking at the monk pierced by the black flying sword, Po was stunned. Is this going to save him? How? The Friar's leg was stuck by a black liquid, slowly corroding his flesh and blood. In a moment, I'm afraid it would hurt the bone.

If Po wants to save, he will expose his identity.

”Why? Is there any difficulty?” the Deacon said.

Po shook his head and said, ”there is no difficulty. In my eyes, there is no need to save the dead.” as soon as the voice fell, the flying sword in Po's hand suddenly stabbed into the Deacon's chest. The speed was so fast that even the friars at the peak of the out of body environment had no time to respond.

”You, you are not from the Dark Lord.” the friar died and couldn't believe that the Dark Lord would do it to himself.

”I didn't say I was from the dark demon sect.” Po sneered at the corner of his mouth and watched the Deacon die with his eyes open. The two friars of the inaction sect next to him saw the scene and wanted to run away for a long time. Their deacon was the friar at the peak of his exit. He died in front of the man in black. Where are they still in the mood to fight, The uninjured friar turned and ran away.

”I want to run.” Po said coldly, offering up his ChiYan. With a whoosh, the friar was pierced into his heart. The injured friar saw Bao's ChiYan, his face suddenly changed, and looked at Bao for a long time without saying a word.

”You, it's you, it's you.”

”Hum, if it's me, what can I do? It's not a pity for people like you to die.” as soon as po said something, a sword pierced the Friar's chest.

The bodies of the three people were collected. A fire lit the place and quietly left worry free city. The fire burned all the traces of the scene. If a man of inaction wants to check, he can't find himself.