Looking at him like this, I seem to be back when I was in Tibet. He got in the middle of the road in this way, blocking the direction of our escape.
I didn't dare to move, because the feeling behind me was no less than the feeling the novice monk gave me.
Under the pressure of the two air pressures, I had to freeze and stand motionless.
The little novice monk stared at me, his body suddenly moved forward.
I only saw his left foot take a step forward, and then his figure disappeared in the room.
I was wondering where the child had gone, and in the next second, I felt a biting chill behind me.
"Ah!" Reflexively, he ran two steps into the room.
When I turned around, I saw that behind me, I didn't know when, a man who was more than half taller than the little novice was standing.
The man has a square head and a green face, holding a sword that is similar to the Shentu sword that we collected earlier.
A black suit worn by an ancient man wrapped his tight muscles, revealing only the two tight muscles on his chest. The little novice monk stood in front of him, just like a milk doll that hadn't grown up, only reaching the waist of that person.
Although the young novices are small, their spiritual power should not be underestimated.
The yellow and black spiritual power formed the appearance of a bell jar, covering the little novice monk in it.
The sword in the man's hand pointed forward, looking from this direction, it looked like where I stood just now.
No wonder I felt cold before, presumably because of the Shentu sword in the man's hand.
The little novice monk slowly raised his eyes to look at the man, and sneered: "Fake fakes! I dare to compete with me, really ignorant..."
The man doesn't speak, maybe he can't speak at all!
He held the sword in his hand upright, his eyes were cold and violent, but his face was blank and indifferent.
He is like a thread-raising doll being manipulated, and he has no sense of surrounding things.
The sword couldn't break through the obstacles in front, so he suddenly stepped back half a step and retracted the sword. Throwing the sword into the air again, the sword hung in the air, and with a wave of the sword's finger, five or six identical swords were immediately imaginary.
Pointing his right hand forward, all the dangling swords flew towards me immediately.
"Ah!" The sword body came quickly, showing the tendency of breaking the bamboo. I was so frightened that I squatted down holding my head in embarrassment.
I squatted on the ground and waited for a while, but I didn't feel the pain of being stabbed by the sword.
It’s so quiet around... It’s so quiet that I am a little suspicious. Is everything just my dream again
Am I waking up again
Slowly letting go of the hand holding my head, I raised my head.
The first thing I saw was the door of the room.
In front of the door stood a tall and short figure, and the little novice stood with his back to me.
A layer of golden and black aura was enveloped on his body. At this moment, he stretched his right hand, his five fingers were palm-shaped, and he grabbed it into the air.
'Buzzing...' There was a dull sound of weapons above his head.
I raised my head in astonishment and looked at the five or six swords trembling above my head.
There seemed to be two forces at a stalemate on the sword, and the body of the sword glowing with cold light was constantly trembling.
Immediately afterwards, I saw those swords slowly turning their directions.
The sword's edge, who was pointing straight at me, turned to the man standing at the door.
The man remained unmoved, as if he couldn't see the sword pointed at him.
Losing the control of the sword, the man was not in a hurry, waving his sharp claws, and attacked the little novice who was blocking him.
The little novice monk did not move his body, and flipped his left hand forward, and a sword glowing with golden light immediately stood in front of him.
The blade was extremely sharp, and the man had his rootless fingers cut off immediately before he touched the little novice monk's body.
The man who had lost five fingers didn't even hum. Even the expression on his face did not change, he just retracted his hand in reflection.
"Huh!" The little novice snorted coldly, and swiped his right hand forward. The sword hanging over my head immediately rushed back towards the man.
Several swords were pierced into the man's body, and thick black blood was squeezed out of the body.
The little novice monk placed his left hand on his chest and pushed forward, and the sword on his body immediately shot out, turning into countless rays of light and piercing the man's body.
The man was energized by the little novice, and was beaten out from the door.
He fell in the courtyard, his body swelling, swelling, and swelling again and again in the real golden black aura.
In the end, his body was like a balloon, and he exploded around with a bang.
"Ah!" I exclaimed as I sat in the room, feeling that the scene just now was truly an unprecedented horror.
The man's body was blown into pieces of meat, and the only thing that stayed in the yard was the golden sword shining with black air.
The little novice monk looked at the fleshy corpses scattered in the courtyard, and his eyes were still cold.
"Don't be afraid!" Hearing my shivering exclamation, the little novice monk turned his head and looked at me.
Perhaps because of the previous hostility, the goose bumps all over my body appeared when he looked back.
The messy hair hanging behind his head almost stood upright in shock.
Earlier I thought that the hostility of the little novice monk had disappeared a bit. But I just woke up now, if the little novice monk stares at something, he will still become terrible and cruel.
"..." I squatted on the ground looking at him, and he stood at the door looking at me.
The two just stared at each other for a long while, and neither of them even spoke.
for a long time…
There was a cool breeze outside the door, which messed up my hair and blurred my eyes.
I reached out and rubbed my eyes. When I waited to open them again, I found that the shadow of the little novice standing at the door had long since disappeared.
"..." Sitting weakly on the ground, I bent my legs and wrapped my hands to hold my cold self.
With my head buried between my arms, I didn't even dare to go out and find Xuan Cang and the others.
This is not a long way to go. I don't know how much courage I still have to go on.
Each section carries a dangerous, collected magic weapon. At this moment, they all seem to have their own lives.
They may all come to save me, but I can't stop it. When I see them again, I can't help but think of the horrifying memories when I met them.
I squatted on the ground, not knowing how long I had been sitting.
I just feel that I think of myself as an ostrich, burying my head in the face of danger, and don't want to see other near dangers.
With one hand, gently touch my head. The hand was light and gentle, as if touching something pitiful.
Someone else? My heart trembled, and my body trembled uncontrollably.
The hand stroking me stopped. When I heard someone around me, I sighed for a long time: "Hey..."
Seems helpless and sad.