Xinhao and Wu Wanchuan heard the slight sound, turned back, and saw dense cracks on the twelve bronze men. They raised their eyebrows and knew something was going to happen, so they were ready to attack.

One of the bronze men had more and more cracks on his body, and finally he exploded with a "boom". The bronze man was hollow, and a cloud of fog floated out from it. The fog slowly rose. As soon as it rose, one person was about to rise, and then stopped in mid-air.

The two of them were watching the fog floating in the air, and did not pay attention to the other bronze men. After the first to set an example, the bronze men exploded one after another. The same fog rose into the air and then stood still. The twelve groups of weapons quickly rose into the air. It is hard to say that this is indeed spectacular and even more spectacular, and it is still behind.

After the twelve fogs gathered together, each fog began to transform and turned into a human form, like a person being wrapped in fog. Gradually, the fog disappeared, revealing the man's outfit and appearance. The two were shocked, how could this happen?

Now in the air, twelve white clothes were standing in the air, looking at the two below with expressionless faces, opening and closing the fans in their hands.

Xin Hao was confused. He had seen a lot of things in the past twenty years, but he had never seen such a scene. Wu Wanchuan was confused. He remembered a sentence: "In this world, it is enough to have a white coat." This is what a famous writer in the Qing Dynasty said when he was drinking with him. It was the truth, but now it seems that he is not allowed to rest in peace.

"My junior brother, what do you think?" Seeing the twelve white clothes slowly descending from the air, Wu Wanchuan felt guilty. He looked at Xin Hao beside him, and his hand holding the dagger kept trembling. Neither of them was sure, after all, it was white clothes.

"These things should be ghosts. The reason why they can become the master is that the small bag in the master's hand should have six paths. Now they can't run away. Before we leave the corridor, they can catch up with us and kill them. There is no way, let's fight with the back." Xinhao's hand was a little stronger, and he held the dagger tightly, and his eyes were filled with a sharp fighting spirit.

"Okay, I listen to you. I didn't fight just now, I need to make up for it now." Wu Wanchuan took out a stick from somewhere, and swung it suddenly, and a long stick came out. On the top of the stick was a three-edged military sting of about one foot. His left hand was put into his pocket, as if he had held something and was ready to take it out at any time.

"Well, prepare. Kill the one in front first." Xin Hao looked at the twelve white clothes in front of him, and his eyes fell on the one in front.

"Three, two, one, go!" Wu Wanchuan rushed out first and headed straight for the one in front. Xinhao reacted slowly, but fortunately, he followed Wu Wanchuan's pace and the two went straight to the white clothes in front.

Not to mention the white-clothed person in front, even the eleven behind did not expect that these two people would suddenly attack them. They didn't even have time to react. Wu Wanchuan and Xinhao came closer. The one who greeted him was Wu Wanchuan's stick. Wu Wanchuan grabbed Baiyi's hair and thrust at his body. Baiyi screamed. Xinhao was already approaching at this time. He heard the sound and knew that this was a copy. He handed the dagger in his right hand forward and inserted it into the abdomen of "Baiyi".

Wu Wanchuan let go at the right time, Xinhao also inserted another dagger into it. The two daggers stirred in the body of "White Yi", causing him to scream constantly. Finally, Xinhao pulled out a dagger and stabbed it at "White Yi"'s forehead. With a scream, the dead body fell to the ground, turned into a ball of air, scattered in the air.

One died, and the other eleven recovered, and screamed in their mouths and rushed towards the two. Xinhao and the other two killed one. They probably knew their details. Without thinking, they rushed towards the eleven.

There is an idiom called outnumbered, which can describe the current situation of these two people. After a confrontation, Xinhao and Wu Wanchuan were both seriously injured. Naturally, the eleven people were not that comfortable. Each of them left some holes on their bodies. However, with Xinhao and the others' injuries, it was a piece of cake.

"Senior Brother Wu, it's not cost-effective to fight like this. Is there anything else you can use?" Xin Hao held his knees, panted heavily, raised his head and looked at Wu Wanchuan.

"Yes, yes, but now it seems that it's useless. It's not for you to learn twenty years in vain." Wu Wanchuan has never inserted his left hand into his pocket since he just now. It seems that the thing in his pocket is useless.

"It seems that there is one, wait and help me protect the Dharma." After Xin Hao said that, he sat down cross-legged. It seemed like he had entered a state of meditation.

"Damn, no, right? Why are you..." Wu Wanchuan said halfway, and saw the eleven people surrounding him again and spitting a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, "You kid remember this matter today. Without my sacrifice, you will be finished." After that, Wu Wanchuan held a stick and greeted him.

I don’t know how long it took, and how many times Wu Wanchuan was injured, Xinhao spoke: "Zhengyi disciples, please ask the god of loyalty, righteousness, Wu Ling, and bravery, bravery, and bravery to protect the country and protect the people. I sincerely applaud the Emperor Xuande and Guan Sheng enter the body, and hurry up and follow the law."

As soon as Xinhao finished speaking, a horse neighed in the air, and then a red light fell from the air, shining directly above Xinhao's head. The aura on Xinhao's body changed instantly, giving people a sense of depression. In the depression, there was a trace of murderous intent, a strong murderous intent.

Wu Wanchuan stopped and looked back. Xinhao's body was covered with red light. The eleven stopped and looked at Xinhao with frown.

Xinhao opened his eyes. In fact, the eyes were just half open. It looked like he was squinting. A red light shot out from his eyes. When the few people saw him, they stood there honestly. Xinhao stood up, and his aura increased a little more. His face was red and his hair on his head was much longer.

Xinhao glanced at the people in front of him and spoke, with a Shanxi accent (Guan Gong’s hometown is Jieliang from Hedong, which is today’s Yuncheng in Shanxi, so it is normal to have Shanxi accent): "Well, why, do you want to fight? I am the one who is me, boy, come here." He waved to Wu Wanchuan and signaled him to come.

Wu Wanchuan walked to Xinhao with a curious look on his face: "Xinhao, what's wrong with you? Why do you speak with a scent of Shanxi?" As he said that, he was about to pinch Xinhao's nose.

"Don't move, now that kid asks me to do things, don't get in the way, give me the things on his hands." Xin Hao grabbed Wu Wanchuan's hand and said seriously, raising his eyebrows.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want." Wu Wanchuan understood what was going on and handed the stick to Xinhao. Xinhao looked at the stick, nodded, let go of Wu Wanchuan's hand, and walked towards the eleven.

"Are you here one by one or both?" Xinhao was still squinting his eyes, and the stick in his hand kept turning, as if he was just holding a pen.

The eleven white clothes looked at me and I looked at you, nodding at the same time, and rushed towards Xinhao. Xinhao smiled slightly, and as his eyes suddenly opened, a terrifying pressure spread out in the underground palace. The eleven involuntarily slowed down and looked at the other party, not knowing what was going on. Wu Wanchuan sat on the ground and gasped: "This is really not a joke..." After saying that, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"I finally came here, but I can't show my skills. Let's fight quickly." Xinhao rolled his eyes, held the stick, and walked forward with big strides. The white clothes in front wanted to prevent him. Xinhao grabbed his arm and pushed it forward with the stick, slammed it into his stomach, lifted it upwards, and then slapped the head to pieces, and the red and white scattered all over the ground.

The other positions were naturally the same as the method. There was no big difference in the method. They were all opened first and then slapped their heads. In less than a quarter of an hour, Xin Hao was the one who could stand on the ground.

"Okay, boy, I've finished my work. I often call me if I have such things in the future. It's very comfortable to move my muscles and bones." After saying this, a red light flashed and Mr. Guan left. Xinhao was left alone on the ground, blinking his eyes, and his body shaking a little. It seemed that he was always a little uncomfortable for the first time. In the end, Xinhao couldn't hold on and slowly lay on the ground and closed his eyes.

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Today is the fifth day. Xinhao has been walking silently for five days. Every day, Shen Jun would stand quietly next to the tree where Xinhao engraved the three big words "Ten Days Return" and stand quietly for a while, staring at the three words in a daze, then quietly leave a few tears, and then wipe it off.

Or, she would sit on the stone steps at the entrance of the courtyard, hold her knees and look at the scenery inside the alley that she had seen countless times, look up at the sky, and think about her beloved person.

It rained lightly last night, drizzling, and it was still falling in the morning. Shen Jun liked this kind of weather, which was cool, and she also liked to be wet from the rain, which could wash away the dust and unhappiness of her body. So she did not stand under the tree or sit on the stone steps today, but stood in the yard, facing up to the sky, and receiving the baptism of heaven.

"Xiaojun, what are you doing?" The voice sounded behind Shen Jun, very familiar. It was the voice of her sister Shen Qing.

Shen Qingsheng was earlier than Shen Jun. One of them followed his father Shen Qilin in the Vatican and the other followed Shen Wanshan in Beijing. He had never met for several years. This time Shen Qing came to visit relatives, and Shen Jun begged for a while, and his sister only agreed to stay for two months.

"I heard that this can calm down, I'll try." Shen Jun still looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.

"Then you just have to take a shower. After you have enough showers, you will go back. I'll go out for the next two days."

"Sister, what are you doing?" Shen Jun opened his eyes, returned to his original position, turned around and grabbed the corner of Shen Qing's clothes who was about to go out.

"Oh, my good sister, I just go out and I have to deal with some things. I'll go to Chengde, not far away, I'll come back the day after tomorrow. Do you know if you look after grandpa at home?" Shen Qing said, while removing Shen Jun's tight hand.

"Oh, sister, come back quickly, don't lie to me, otherwise I will take people to the Vatican to find you." Shen Jun pouted, obviously a little unhappy.

"Okay, okay, how could I leave, sister? Besides, sister, the Vatican can go in and find someone casually. You have to be good at home, do you know?" Shen Qing smiled and touched Shen Jun's head. Shen Jun nodded reluctantly, watching Shen Qing walk out of the courtyard.
Chapter completed!