Little Dragon King has an injury on his hand, and his movements are a little slow.

When he arrived, King Ren of the City, Baonian, Feng Liang and others had already repelled two waves of offensives with their troops, and almost everyone present was unlucky.

When King Rencheng saw that it was the Little Dragon King who was coming, he hurriedly greeted him,

"Did Hero Qing come with you?"

Little Dragon King didn't expect King Rencheng to ask this first, so he just followed it up with a haha.

King Rencheng knew that he had difficulty moving, so he was not embarrassed and hurriedly asked him to go to the inner courtyard to hold the market.

The so-called inner courtyard is the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion that is about to be renovated—it was originally the residence of Taoist Datong. All the important people have been accommodated in it. Although it is a little crowded, it is convenient for unified care.

However, there are no longer guards in the inner courtyard, only the personal attendants of the big shots, who are responsible for the corresponding security one-on-one.

The Queen is accompanied by General Pan.

Empress Dowager Feng originally had two shadow attendants, Hua Mulan and Fu Chengzu, but General Hua passed away, leaving Fu Chengzu alone to shoulder the heavy responsibility.

As for the second prince Yuan Ke, after Yuan Taixing was seriously injured and unable to survive, he didn't know who else could take care of his safety.

Monk Yuan Fa entered the inner courtyard and saw that the four meditation rooms on both sides of the Sutra Pavilion were all brightly lit, and they were all ready to prepare for the coming.

He smiled slightly and strode towards the first meditation room on the right hand side of the attic.

"Little Dragon King? Did Hero Qing come with you?"

The little dragon king heard this voice which was very strange. He looked around hurriedly, but saw no one.

Suddenly, the shouting of killing started again outside the courtyard. It seemed that the night attackers had organized a new wave of attacks. The Little Dragon King listened carefully for a long time and finally stopped. He stood in the courtyard with one arm akimbo, as if he was the protector Wei.

Tuopan protects the four monasteries.

King Ren Cheng's personal entourage, Yuan Ke's bodyguards, and Lan Ruo's monks were severely reduced in number. The defensive circle could only keep shrinking, and they saw that they were approaching the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The prince assigned his manpower to the various Baoyi leaders and Lan Ruosengguan, and asked them to each be responsible for the defense of an area and to coordinate and support each other.

After all, the temple is not a fortified city, and the design did not consider the scheduling convenience required for defensive warfare. Therefore, relatively speaking, the defender is in a disadvantageous situation, and the strategic choices are not as flexible as the attacker.

Sure enough, seeing that the defensive circle had been reduced to the smallest possible extent, the men in black who were attacking at night suddenly put away their troops again, as if they were coordinating the last attack.

There was only a popping sound, and a firework shot up from the Sutra Pavilion, and then the Little Dragon King shouted loudly, as if he had already taken action.

At the same time, dozens of men in black appeared from nowhere and rushed towards the northwest corner of the Sutra Pavilion.

The person guarding there was none other than the first Brahmin master of Fituotang.

Before the other troops could encircle them, the Brahmin had already encountered the enemy. During the chaotic battle, he was knocked away by someone's heavy hand and jumped upside down into the courtyard of the Sutra Pavilion.

A gap was opened in the defense line in an instant, and more than ten figures poured into the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in an instant.

The Little Dragon King was knocked down by someone unknown and passed out in the courtyard. A man in black didn't forget to kick him when he passed by. It was Ji Loufan that day.

However, their main target today was the Queen Mother, so he did not want to waste time to help the Little Dragon King with another blow. Instead, he rushed directly to the farthest Zen room.

"Namo Amitabha!

There is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, but we will find the shore when we turn back!"

Following the call of the Buddha, an old monk walked out of the darkness holding a broom.

He seemed to be walking very slowly, but he didn't know what kind of steps he was taking. Every man in black felt that the old monk was walking towards him.

When Feng Liang first came here, he had noticed this old monk sweeping the floor.

He looks very ordinary, but he is ordinary everywhere.

Carefully observing his steps and movements when sweeping the floor, there were no traces of kung fu at all, but wherever he stood, Feng Liang felt that he was impeccable and could not find any flaws.

As a senior spy of the Baoyi Army, Feng Liang always believed that his intuition was correct.

In fact, he still made some mistakes.

Because he felt that even if this old monk knew some martial arts, his attainments were incomparable to those of the leaders of the halls.

But when he led his team to climb over the wall and enter the hospital for support, he saw a shocking scene.

Ji Loufan chose the farthest meditation room, with enough distance in front of him to accelerate his sprint.

He grew up outside the Great Wall and played with horses in the wind and sand all the year round. Although the muscles of his thighs were not thick, they were tight and strong, with explosive power that was far superior to that of the scholars in the Central Plains.

Although he cannot chase the wind and lightning like Yang Dayan, he boasts that he can catch up with a galloping horse within a hundred meters.

Once he charges forward, no one here should be able to stop him.

The mysterious sweeping monk walked very slowly, so naturally he couldn't catch up with Ji Loufan and had no time to block him.

The old monk simply stretched out his broom and swept it twice on the ground seemingly casually. The broom accidentally reached the route where Ji Loufan was running.

The old monk didn't stop him, he just stirred him up slightly.

Ji Loufan screamed strangely, as if he had seen a ghost, because he really couldn't see clearly how the old monk floated to his side.

But he was still confident and jumped up high with his right foot on the ground.

No matter how hard you try, I can still fly past you.

Yes! His speed is indeed worthy of the word flying.

The old monk can't fly, but his broom can.

It is said that in many Western fairy tales, broomsticks are the means of flying.

At this moment, the bamboo broom in the old monk's hand flew up in the air as if it had been enchanted, and without any coincidence, it penetrated the side of Ji Loufan's knee.

Only Ji Loufan screamed and fell heavily to the ground.

Then there were two more popping sounds, and two round hard objects hit the wall and bounced back.

When you look closely, you can see that there are two thick white bones with some skin and flesh, which are clearly Ji Loufan's two patellas.

There are many muscles and few blood vessels around the patella. This broom was fast and accurate, and it directly lifted off two pieces of the corrugated cap. After Ji Loufan landed on the ground, blood gradually poured out.

With one move, Ji Loufan was crippled. The old monk flew up and down, leaving a trail of afterimages. He gently shook the bamboo broom in his hand and swept down seven or eight men in black in an instant.

People in black continued to pour in, and King Rencheng and others also jumped over the wall to help.

The injured Brahmin master quietly got up, took advantage of the massacre in the courtyard, and turned around to avoid a Zen room.

Brahmins are naturally familiar with the layout of the temple. The four Zen rooms were originally occupied by the Empress Dowager Feng, the Empress, the Prince and Feng Liang.

It was the prince's monastery that he took refuge in at this time.

Before him, three or four men in black had already rushed into the room, surrounding an old woman outside, ready to pounce.

The old woman had no sword or sword around her body. She just held a reed pipe and gently blew a little tune.

A man in black shouted,

"Don't listen to that tune!"

Then he rushed forward with a steel knife.

The big man only took two steps and fell to the ground as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Several other men in black woke up and turned over to kill them together.

The tunes played from the reed pipes suddenly change rapidly, like the Qiang flute complaining about the willows, and the iron cavalry coming out of the fortress. There is a chilling golden sound hidden in every note.

The men in black danced to the music and fell to the ground one by one. The scene was so weird.

When the music stopped, all the men in black who broke into the room had already died.

The old woman put down her reed pipe and showed a kind smile to the Brahmin master.

"How is the master's injury?
Chapter completed!