I Have a Luck Altar Chapter 172

  Chapter 172 I bet on you

  As soon as these words came out, the people beside Yang Xiu didn't dare to move rashly, but their eyes were still fixed on Chen Yuan, and the anger in their eyes seemed to overflow their sockets.

   Then he turned his hopeful eyes to senior brother Yang Xiu.

   Of the few people present, only he is a Naqi warrior, as for them refining bones and blood

   The devil in front of him is not an opponent at the same level at all.

  Chen Yuan shook his head slightly, the devil?

   Didn't they prepare to kill first?

   Really shameless!

   "Use the Qinglian Sword Formation to kill this Liao!"

   After a moment of silence, Yang Xiu let out a low drink.

  Although he is also a martial artist who absorbs energy, he really can't understand the reality of this person. It is very likely that he is not an opponent, so it is better to be safe.

  The death of the junior sister has already proved this point.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

   Several people responded immediately, and quickly spread out, surrounding Chen Yuan firmly, and the atmosphere froze.

  Yang Xiu's sword flower flickered, and a cold light appeared in his eyes:

   "Let's fight!"

  He gave a low shout, and surrounded Chen Yuan's people, the two jumped up and stabbed Chen Yuan from the void like Yang Xiu, and the remaining two attacked and killed Chen Yuan's Xiasan Road.

   It was raining cats and dogs. Looking from a distance, the formation of the few people really looked like a blooming lotus.

  Responding to this, Chen Yuan just chuckled, and a dark black evil spirit erupted from his dantian, enveloping the entire blade in an instant, as if it was covered with a layer of black flame.

   "Ningsha!"

  Suddenly, Yang Xiu suddenly exclaimed, and was about to rouse several juniors to flee immediately.

  Naqi fighters can still fight, but Ningsha is almost hopeless!

  This is not something that a few foundation-building warriors can do together. It is completely different from true qi when the evil spirit is released and the strength is multiplied.

   However, he exclaimed only too late.

  Chen Yuan held the knife in one hand, and slashed out with a knife.

   "Shua!"

  The black blade light cut the person on the left in half from the middle, and his body seemed to suddenly lose strength and fell to the ground. Chen Yuan took advantage of this, moved his feet lightly, and slashed across, killing another person.

   Separation of body and head!

"boom!"

   "Clang!"

  Chen Yuan slammed Yang Xiu's sword with a palm. Although he blocked it in time, he still endured the solid palm and flew upside down, falling to the ground with a'boom'.

  Another person lifted the sword horizontally, but the sword body was divided into two halves under the Yanling Dao, and the powerful force cut off the man's arm directly, and a trace of evil spirit entered the body instantly.

  In a short while, there was only one person left. Seeing that the situation was not good, the two retreated again and again, but Chen Yuan also did not let him go. With a kick of his right foot, a short sword was provoked by this force.

   Then it was kicked out suddenly, like a bullet piercing into a person's buttocks.

  The chrysanthemum is broken, full of bruises.

  Drips of blood dripped down the broken sword, and the man wailed in pain, lying on the ground with a hideous expression on his face.

  In the heavy rain, time seems to stand still.

  Chen Yuan wiped the blade slowly with a corpse in white on the ground.

  Yang Xiu supported the ground with one hand, stood up slowly, his eyes were full of inexplicable horror, he looked at Chen Yuan with some horror, some couldn't believe it, the corners of his mouth squirmed,

   But in the end, nothing was said.

  Three interest time!

  It only took three breaths of time from the start of the fight to the end of the battle. The man only took a few knives, and he eliminated half of them like chopping melons and vegetables.

  Including him, there are three people left, one seriously injured, one with a broken arm, and one who can hardly move

  The battle can be said to be over.

   Now he understood why Chen Yuan had a look of contempt before, it turned out that he really didn't take them seriously.

   "It was we who were blind and offended Your Excellency."

  Yang Xiu lowered his head and said softly.

  Holding the knife, Chen Yuan walked slowly towards Yang Xiu, and said as he walked:

   "What's the use of saying this now?"

   "Your Excellency, please leave your name, and let Yang be a sensible ghost." At this point, Yang Xiu basically had no hope. From this person's eyes, he didn't feel a trace of pity.

   Yes, but ruthless indifference

  Now he only hates himself for being impulsive, relying on his identity as the Qinglian Sword Sect, he feels that everyone has to bear with him, but he didn't realize that this place is not the boundary of Yunyang Mansion,

   The forces of the Qinglian Sword Sect cannot reach here at all.

   Thinking about the man in black in front of him, if he dared to act alone, he must have some strength.

   It's a pity that I, it's too late to say more now.

   The guy in front of him won't give him any chance of surviving, because it would be the same if it were him!

   "You'd better be a fool"

   Chen Yuan looked calm, and slowly raised the knife in his hand.

  Yang Xiu closed his eyes and waited for death. He actually still has some power to resist, but in front of a condensed evil warrior, all these are futile.

  The cold wind blew a strand of hair on Chen Yuan's cheek, and he threw the long knife in his hand suddenly!

   Instead of chopping down, it was thrown, towards the direction behind it.

  The reason why he didn't resolve the battle quickly was that he sensed someone nearby and seemed to be walking towards Yang Xiu step by step, but he actually sensed the movement around him.

   And when he raised the knife, the man finally revealed his chance!

  At the same time as Chen Yuan threw the Yanling Saber, a dark golden Zen staff also shot out through the air at the same time, and it was thrown towards Chen Yuan with a fierce vigor, which was extraordinary at a glance.

"boom!"

  The dark golden Zen stick and the Yanling knife collided together, making a muffled sound, sparks splashed, the Yanling knife and the Zen stick both collapsed, Chen Yuan stretched out his hand, and the Yanling knife fell into his hand.

   With the evil spirit released, Chen Yuan can already use the weapon within a short distance.

  But generally you can only retract the weapon, and you cannot kill with a sword or a sword.

  Above the ruined temple, a middle-aged monk in gray robes retracted his Zen staff and clasped his hands together:

   "Amitabha!"

  The monk looked at Chen Yuan with extremely serious eyes.

  Just from the collision just now, he could sense that the strength of the man in black in front of him might not be inferior to him.

   "Monk."

  Chen Yuan had a cold light in his eyes. Having experienced the previous things, he now has a bad sense of the monk.

   "Master Xuanci!"

  Yang Xiu on the ground had a glint of hope in his eyes.

  He played the biggest role in injuring the ever-changing Lord Miao Renfeng before, and even scared Miao Renfeng to flee in a hurry, which shows his strength!

  Seeing him, Yang Xiu felt as if he had been thirsty in the desert for three days and suddenly saw an oasis.

   The color of surprise is indescribable.

   "Xuanci."

  Chen Yuan frowned. Is this 'Xuan' generation related to Jinshan Temple?

   Xuanci, who was dressed in a green monk robe, jumped up and landed on the ground calmly. Looking at Yang Xiu and the others and the stumped limbs on the ground, there was a look of compassion in his eyes:

   "Benefactor Yang, the poor monk is late."

   Regarding this, Chen Yuan just sneered disdainfully. When he started to do it before, he had already sensed that the dead bald donkey had come, but he just couldn't bear it.

  Now, he appeared at a critical moment, and he appeared as a savior.

   But Chen Yuan didn't expose him, since he's here, don't leave!

   Just in time, the interest of Jinshan Temple will be recovered from him first.

"Grandmaster!"

  Yang Xiu burst into tears of excitement.

   "Master save me."

   "Also please help Master."

  The other two also hurriedly begged for mercy.

  Before they did not speak because they thought they would die, but now that Master Xuanci came, they saw the hope of being alive again.

   In the face of life and death, few people can take it easy.

  Xuanci nodded solemnly, then turned around and looked at Chen Yuan:

   "This donor is a bit too ruthless!"

   "Are these people ruthless when they want to kill me? Why do I become ruthless when I fight back? What is the reason for this, or is it just the **** reason of your Buddhism!"

  Chen Yuan snorted coldly.

   Xuan Nu heard that Chen Yuan seemed to be dissatisfied with Buddhism, and said in a low voice:

   "They're just after the wicked."

   "Hehe, so what? You can kill people at will?"

   "Your Excellency is somewhat dissatisfied with Buddhism?"

"yes!"

  Chen Yuan looked directly at him and nodded.

   "The poor monk Xuanci, from Jinshan Temple."

  Xuan Ci frowned, and announced his family name.

   "Jinshan Temple is so powerful, you want to stand up for them? Yes, but you have to trade your life. It is said that Buddhism is merciful, so are you willing to change now?"

  Chen Yuan was a little disdainful.

   "I just want to save their lives. The Qinglian Sword Sect is a big sect in the Yunyang Mansion. They have always been in the right path. Since the poor monk meets them, it is impossible to retreat."

  Xuan Ci looked at Chen Yuan flatly.

   "After all, we still have to fight, so come on, let me see if your head is as hard as your mouth!" Without talking nonsense, Chen Yuan pointed at Xuan Ci.

  A flame-like evil spirit instantly covered the blade.

  The powerful aura rose from Chen Yuan's body, with murderous intent in his eyes!

  The monk of Jinshan Temple, he wanted to kill him for a long time.

  Xuanci frowned, sensing the extremely cold and evil spirit, and suddenly realized in his heart that it might be the finest pure evil spirit, and he didn't know how he got it.

   Subconsciously touched the wound on his chest, Xuanci knew that if he did it himself, he would most likely lose.

   "Donor wait!"

  Xuan Ci hurriedly said.

  Chen Yuan's eyes did not fluctuate:

   "Wait a minute if you say so, are you the Tathagata Buddha?"

   "Fighting, killing and killing will ultimately hurt both sides, so it's better to use another method." Xuan Ci calmed down.

  Why do the monks in Jinshan Temple like to play this kind of tune?

  Chen Yuan didn't answer, and continued to walk towards him.

   Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't respond, Xuan Ci hastily said:

   "Although the donor's strength is strong, like the poor monk, it is only at the level of condensing evil spirits. Even if you win, you will inevitably leave some injuries. It is better to listen to the poor monk."

   As he said that, Xuanci's hand holding the Zen stick suddenly shook, and a golden Buddha's light appeared in his palm.

"Um?"

  Chen Yuan stopped in his tracks. From the monk, he did feel a touch of danger, but it was not enough.

   Seeing Chen Yuan stop, Xuanci continued:

   "The poor monk is forty-one years old this year. As long as the benefactor can correctly guess whether the poor monk's toes are even or odd when he is forty-two years old, the several benefactors of the Qinglian Sword Sect will be at the benefactor's disposal."

   "At the same time, the poor monk is willing to cut off his own arm, but if the benefactor's guess is wrong, please be merciful and spare their lives."

  Yang Xiu and the others took a deep breath, and looked at Xuan Ci in panic, how could their fate be so trivial?

  But at the moment, he dare not speak out to refute.

  If they are ignored, there is really no hope.

   "I guess. is an even number."

  The corner of Chen Yuan's mouth curled up. He seemed to have seen this scene in a TV series, but how could he follow the above cooperation?

  Xuanci smiled, and took off his two shoes, ten toes are an even number!

  Looking at his toes, Xuanci narrowed his eyes. If he saves a few people from the Qinglian Sword Sect this time, he will almost be able to get what he wants.

   Immediately, his eyes turned cold, he grabbed the Zen stick and slammed it on the big toe of his left foot.

   "Boom."

  Blood splattered everywhere, **** and bloody, nine out of ten toes remained, he looked at Chen Yuan and said:

   "The benefactor guessed wrong. When the poor monk was forty-two years old, his toes were odd!"

  Chen Yuan shook his head with his left hand behind his back, and the evil spirit that had been prepared for a long time burst out suddenly.

   A ball of evil spirit suddenly hit Monk Xuanci's left foot, Xuanci was startled, but Chen Yuan did not expect Chen Yuan to make a move suddenly, wanting to take a step back.

   But it was still a step too late.

  The distance between them was already very close, and Chen Yuan made a sudden move, so he was not prepared much, and he didn't have time at all.

   "Boom!"

  Yin Shazhi instantly blasted the remaining four toes of Xuanci's left foot into blood mist, and a feeling of pain piercing into the bone marrow welled up in his heart, making Xuan Nu's face tense involuntarily.

   "I said an even number is an even number! Do you want to continue guessing?" Chen Yuan looked at Xuan Ci with a half-smile and said.

  Now Xuanci still has five toes, an odd number...

  If Xuanci was able to resist a little before, it is basically impossible now. Five toes burst, which will greatly affect Xuanci's state.

   Moreover, there is also evil spirit entering the body!

   It can be said that he has almost no hope of winning now.

   This is what Chen Yuan really promised him.

   Ask for a monthly pass, brothers!

  (end of this chapter)

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