Chapter 1201 (1/2)

Shua!

Suddenly, a rusty iron fork came out of the darkness and hit my heart!

I didn't dare to be careless at all, so I quickly drew out the ghost cutting double blades to resist.

With a bang, my arm was numb, and the iron fork was cut by two knives. It flew out of my ribs in a very dangerous way.

Until now, I can see clearly that the one holding the iron fork is a child who is only seven or eight years old. The child is naked and only wearing a pair of blue shorts.

How could he have so much strength when he was extremely thin and his ribs were visible?

Before I woke up from my consternation, I saw another figure in the dark, with a whirring wind, sweeping towards my neck.

I stepped back quickly, and the cold light roared past my neck.

It's a sickle. It's extremely sharp and murderous. If it's swept, I'm afraid my head will be cut off!

Then, several kinds of weapons came one after another, either chopping or sweeping, or stabbing or chopping, without exception, all of them wanted to say hello to me.

I didn't dare to be careless at all. I quickly swung the ghost and God cutting twin swords to the left and then drove them to the right to protect my body. Fortunately, I used to practice them all the time. I'm very proficient in Yin and Yang Sabre techniques. Even a dozen people can't help me at a time.

However, there are too many people on the opposite side! And hidden in the dark, I can't tell the direction of the attack at all. I can only judge by the weak light and wind.

These villagers, men, women, old and young, are all of great strength. They just swing all kinds of homemade weapons in their hands and attack me crazily.

Although I fight with all my strength, I have to step back. I'm about to hit the stone house. I'm forced to have no way back!

Suddenly, a scream broke out in the dark. It should be master mingjue's.

”Master mingjue, how are you?” Asked the big man in a loud voice.

”Amitabha!” Master mingjue said the Buddha's name weakly. He should be biting his teeth tightly when listening to the tone. Obviously, he was hurt badly.

”On!” The green willow Taoist shouted.

A light suddenly flashed out, and the whole stone house was as bright as day, which turned out to be a symbol of night.

The night light talisman is rare and precious in Taoism. In addition, there are now torch and other substitutes, so few people make it at ordinary times. The old Taoist is probably reluctant to give up. But seeing the emergency, he just endures pain and love.

The night light floats in the night, illuminating a large area in front of the door.

Now I can see the frightening pictures around me - the whole village surrounded by four of us.

Among them, there are small dolls with runny noses and open crotch pants, old ladies with stooped backs and missing teeth, pregnant women with large stomachs and disabled people with broken legs crawling on the ground

They hold all kinds of weapons in their hands and stare at us as if they want to devour us alive!

I don't know if it's the dazzling light that makes the villagers a little uncomfortable. They all squint at this time and stand still.

Master mingjue is close to the stone house, his whole body is trembling slightly, an arm is down, blood is flowing on his shoulder, and a big pool of blood is accumulated on the ground along the dripping of the broad cassock.

Taoist priest Qingliu's crown has long been unknown where it fell, and his sparse hair is scattered. His forehead is full of sweat beads.

Only the big man looked relaxed, but his face was a little red.