Chapter 522 Annihilation
The murderous intent was suddenly released, and Master Zhixuan stared in amazement at the masked man in white who suddenly rushed towards him from the crowd. The assassins and Xiao Qing were all stunned.
Why would someone try to assassinate Master Zhixuan?
The monks were suddenly at a loss as to what to do. This sudden change made them wonder whether they should deal with the assassins who wanted to kill Concubine Wang or protect Master Zhixuan.
Fortunately, Master Zhixuan is surrounded by many experts.
Hearing Master Puxian's confusion, the three great masters in the pavilion were about to take action almost at the same time, but they immediately realized that the assassin was just an ordinary person, and there were many ordinary monks with outstanding martial arts around Master Zhixuan.
In order to prevent the tiger from leaving the mountain, the three of them sat down together. Even the great master of Shengci Temple turned his gaze and immediately locked onto several monks among the pilgrims. In their eyes, the damage that a mortal assassin could do was very limited.
However, even though Zhao Yushu did not reveal his cultivation level, his body movement and swordsmanship were still top-notch among mortals. He grabbed a monk who was flying down by his tiger claws and threw him out with a spin.
"Do you know Tai Chi?"
The monk, who was knocked unconscious, couldn't understand why the assassin shouted such a sentence, as he was being thrown out. Was he humiliating him?
There was a steady stream of warrior monks coming to stop Zhao Yushu, but they were usually thrown away after just one encounter.
But at least it stopped this person from moving forward.
The monks guarding Xiao Qing also briefly suppressed the assassins' attack. These people had no weapons and only used fists and feet, so they could not break through the monks' defense line in a short period of time.
The monks would naturally not stand there stupidly and wait for the assassins to slowly kill them, so they immediately surrounded Xiao Qing and retreated towards Puxian Pavilion.
However, he was forced to stop after just two steps. The place was already in chaos caused by Zhao Yushu, and the crowd was fleeing frantically, making it impossible to move forward.
"Go outside!"
Either move forward or retreat, there are only two ways to go in the chaos. Zhao Yushu blocked one, so they could only choose the second.
“Is this a signal?”
The meat mountain woman listened to the screams coming from the courtyard in front, and glanced with ill intent at a team of Liao heavy-armored guards standing not far away with nervous expressions.
"So what are you waiting for? Let's get started."
The smoker took a puff of his hookah, moved his body, and rushed towards the Liao guards.
Since the Liao guards were in charge of protecting Concubine Wang, they were certainly no ordinary people. The moment the Smoker rushed over, the sound of long swords being unsheathed was heard at the same time.
As the only people who could bring weapons into the temple, they formed a military formation in a very short time and unleashed powerful fighting power.
The smoker stretched out his skinny claws and retracted them like lightning, avoiding the knife that was coming down on his head. In a one-on-one fight, he was not at all inferior to these guards, but when the opponents formed an army formation, he was like an armored hedgehog.
"Meet the princess!"
The leader of the guards shouted in the Liao language, and the army began to move slowly and steadily towards the lecture courtyard.
"Surround them, don't let anyone escape!"
The meat mountain woman also shouted, and ran wildly like a chariot. On the way, she grabbed a cast iron incense burner and threw it at the guards with a loud shout.
A scream was heard, along with the sound of bones breaking. A Liao guard was hit by the incense burner. His internal organs and blood spurted out, and he was obviously dead.
Forty evil men rushed forward, taking advantage of the flaw created by the meat mountain woman, and forcibly split the general formation briefly, and fought one or two people against one guard.
The most capable fighters are naturally the three villains, the old man, the youngest woman, and the youngest woman. They have no pressure in one-on-one situations. The Liao guards are forced to fight in groups of three or five, while the rest are besieged by more villains, and it is only a matter of time before they are defeated.
The monks protected Xiao Qing and finally rushed out of the lecture courtyard, but the situation outside was more serious than inside.
"return to!"
A monk ordered.
It’s not that the security force of Shengci Temple is not strong enough, but there are too many people. There are people everywhere in front of you, and you can’t tell which assassin will suddenly rush over and stab you.
"Don't retreat, keep going out, out of the temple!"
Xiao Qing glanced at the guards who were dying one by one and gave a decisive order.
Clearly, they only found some Western warriors. Where did these masters who were obviously from the Central Plains come from? If they really got entangled with them, it was possible that I would die here.
You must leave the temple and get on the carriage.
"That's the goal the boss mentioned."
The evil girl-like person lifted her mouth from the neck of a Liao guard, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked sinisterly at Xiao Qing who was walking out.
"He looks like a noble man. Why don't we capture him?"
The meat-mountain woman knocked a Liao man down with her butt, causing him to spit blood from his mouth, and she laughed.
"The monks around this person haven't made a move yet. If you want to die, I will definitely not stop you."
The smoker blew a puff of smoke at the guard whose skin was torn and bones were separated by his claws, and immediately a scream mixed with the sound of skin festering was heard.
Seeing Xiao Qing leaving the lecture hall, Zhao Yushu pushed the two monks away again, threw his white robe around, turned around and dived into the crowd, instantly making the group of mortals lose track of him.
He had long realized that without any cultivator using spiritual power to stare at him, this group of mortals naturally had no ability to catch up with him.
"This person, however, has no intention to kill."
Master Zhixuan helped up a monk who was thrown next to him and found that the monk had just fallen down and didn't even have any broken bones. This kind of fall was not considered an injury for a monk who had practiced martial arts for many years.
"What is he doing it for?"
Zhao Yushu naturally had no time to respond to the master's doubts, as he had a tough battle to fight.
Fu Yun was standing on a hillside several miles away from Shengci Temple. Although his eyesight was good, he could not see clearly what was happening inside, but it was enough for him to see the chaos.
When the crowd began to rush out, Fu Yun took out a flare arrow and pulled it hard. With a piercing scream, the flare arrow rushed towards the clouds and made a bang.
The spiritually-powered whistle arrows transmitted the sound very far away. Almost everyone in the teahouse was attracted by the sound and turned to look towards the east.
The next moment, a Tibetan warrior suddenly drew out his scimitar and slashed at a Liao warrior in front of him.
Screams and the sounds of weapons clashing mixed together, the spiritual powers of the monks surged and entangled together, and a long-planned annihilation war began.
The battle was a foregone conclusion, with more people defeating fewer. There was no suspense in this battle.
The Liao people's vanguard troops, or the cannon fodder of the self-torture stratagem, were wiped out less than two days after they entered Yizhou.
All the Liao guards in Shengci Temple had been killed, and these people were indeed elite guards. Even when facing fighters who outnumbered them by more than twice their number, they still stubbornly killed more than a dozen evil bandits.
Xiao Qing successfully escaped from the gate of Shengci Temple under the protection of the monks. At the same time, a young man who had just put on Tibetan clothes also followed out.
A carriage rushed over, and the monk in Shengci Temple who had been watching Xiao Qing withdrew his gaze. Several guarding monks sent Xiao Qing to the carriage and retreated back to the temple together.
The matter of Shengci Temple has been completed, and any future problems have nothing to do with them.
"Brother, the show is about to begin!"
The handsome monk's eyes lit up as he walked to the fence and looked outside the temple.
“Just started?”
"Yes, it's just beginning."
In the eyes of the monk, the carriage that was about to gallop suddenly stopped, and a maid jumped down. In front of her stood a man with a black scarf on his face and a Tibetan fur coat.