Murong Fu, Murong Bo, and Jiumozhi were also with her. Shaolin abbot Xuanci showed a surprised expression when he saw Murong Bo, and then said, "Old Donor Murong, you are so hard to deceive me."

"Abbot Xuanci, thank you for hiding it for thirty years. Today I am here to help this lady get rid of these unknown people. Please do not interfere." Murong Bo's tone was unquestionable. He took a fancy to the guns of these players as soon as he came. If there was this, it would be easy to restore the country.

When he thought of forming an army with guns, no unit in the world could compete with it. This is Yamada Yuzhi who came to him. No matter who these people were, he would borrow them as long as he could restore his country for himself.

Jiumozhi also wanted to take the opportunity to get a share of the pie. If the Song Dynasty was destroyed, Tubo could take this opportunity to expand his territory.

"Amitabha, these donors save me Shaolin disciples and have great kindness to Shaolin. I will not be able to obey my will." Xuan Ci said calmly.

Li Mumin said: "Xiao Daxiao, haven't you always wanted to find a leader? This is Murong Bo, and the abbot can testify."

"Abbot Xuanci, can Murong Bo sacrifice everything in order to restore their Yan State, can you continue to cover up for him? Now he wants to use these people to destroy the Song Dynasty." Xu Mo Qing also said. When she saw Yamada Yuzhi, she wanted to take action immediately, but now she must use the power of the plot characters, otherwise the people here will definitely not be the opponent of these people. She cannot act irresponsibly and harm everyone.

"Amitabha, yes, thirty years ago, the donor Murong communicated with me and said that a group of Khitan warriors attempted to steal the martial arts secrets from the Sutra Library of our temple. Therefore, I joined forces with more than 20 masters from various sects in the world to ambush at Yanmen Pass." Xuanci said.

"Haha, so what? I originally thought of having a relationship with you and I for many years, let you go. Since you are ignorant, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Murong Bo was about to take action, when a masked man jumped off the beam of the room. He glared at Murong Bo, suddenly pulled down his mask and pointed at Murong Bo and said angrily: "I didn't expect that I would stay with my enemy in this Sutra for thirty years."

Seeing Xiao Yuanshan's appearance, Qiao Feng was surprised and walked over and looked at him in disbelief.

When Xiao Yuanshan saw him, he suddenly opened his clothes on his chest, revealing the wolf-headed tattoo on his chest and said, "No need to say, you can tell from our appearance that I am yours."

Xiao Feng also pulled open his clothes and exposed his wolf head tattoo on his chest, and suddenly laughed and said, "Dad."

"Okay, Feng'er, today we will kill this enemy together to avenge your mother." Xiao Yuanshan rushed up immediately after saying that.

"Okay." Xiao Feng naturally rushed up without saying a word.

Murong Bo and Murong Fu took action together, and the four of them fought. Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan fought for 30 years and never decided the winner, but Murong Fuyuan was not as good as Xiao Feng.

"The little monk is also willing to help Mr. Murong with his arm." Jiumozhi used the flame knife and rushed towards Xiao Feng.

Only in this way did the two join forces barely block Xiao Feng.

Yamada Yuzhi smiled and waved her hand. All the samurai soldiers around her pulled out their samurai swords and rushed over. All the characters in the plot here attacked, but the four retainers of the Murong family had no choice but to help their master, and Wang Yuyan was also embarrassed and at a loss.

Humo Qing lifted his spear and rushed towards Yamada Yuzhi. As soon as he approached, a middle-aged man in a Japanese samurai uniform jumped out and slashed out with his two swords. The speed of the knife was so fast that he could not see clearly with the naked eye.

Xu Mo Qing instinctively blocked her with a silver spear, and a knife hit the handle of the gun and another knife hit her abdomen, but was blocked by Kuiyuan Doujia.

The silver spear of Mo Qing covered the cold air and swept across the air. The warrior blocked the swords and covered the swords by the cold air. He was so cold that he could hardly hold the sword with both hands.

"Miss, Kuiyuan Doujia is on her." The warrior was frostbitten with both hands, but he was still expressionless and had only murderous intent in his eyes.

"Hmph, I don't agree with my things. Anyone who touches me will die. Tumu, kill her." Yamada Yuzhi said calmly.

The man in a black leather jacket rushed up, swung his hands, and shot out two flying knives. Zhu Mo Qing picked out the flying knives and stabbed Tu Mu. The other party jumped up and avoided, his body rotated in the air, and the two spiral flying knives appeared silently.

Zhu Moqing used bronze-level gunshot technique to barely block a flying knife, and another flew from behind. She gritted her teeth and grabbed the flying knife with her left hand. The extremely cold air freezes the flying knife, but her palm was still cut by the flying knife.

The warrior took the opportunity to slash over, and Liu Xi used the snake-turning crocodile light skills to block him. The ghost cut swept across with a blue flame. Three swords collided, and the warrior was forcibly shook back, and cracks appeared on the blade.

He had just been frozen by the extreme cold air, but now he was burned by ghost fire. The blade could no longer bear it, and the cracks on it were still widening.

Yamada Tamashita waved his hand, and the two Japanese standing beside him threw out two samurai swords. The samurai threw away the scrapped swords and caught the two thrown over.

But the moment he touched the hilt, Liu Xi used the divine wind Yu Jianliu Feng Shang, and the invisible sword energy instantly slashed through the other party's neck. While he caught the two swords, his head fell and bloody flowers spewed out of his neck.

"I still have time to change weapons in front of me. Are you the first thing I can do to see in the Divine River?" Liu Xi pointed at Yamada Yuzhi with a knife.

"Smacking"

Yamada Tamashita clapped her hands and smiled, "Miss Liu Xi's sword technique is indeed amazing. No wonder our Japanese master, Hinata, lost to you. I'm afraid no one can beat you head-on when fighting alone, but sometimes fighting does not depend on force."

Liu Xi was suddenly shocked and felt dizzy. She saw the man who had just been killed on the ground, and you rolled out a small glass bottle at your hand, and there was nothing inside.

"Poison gas!" Liu Xi looked at her in shock and anger. At this moment, she had already begun to feel that her breathing became more difficult.

"That's right, since I want to deal with you masters on the Golden List of Shenhe, how could I not be prepared? I would like to thank you for helping me protect these plot characters and not let other players snatch them away, haha."

Yamada Tamashita laughed. At this time, the people fighting here were poisoned. Almost every warrior was holding an open small bottle in his hand. The liquid and air inside would evaporate quickly when they came into contact with each other. Those who were close to the battle would pay attention to these things.

Xiao Feng had already gained the upper hand, but suddenly he was dizzy and was slapped by Murong Fu with a palm and took a few steps back. He was hit by Jiumozhi's flame knife again, leaving a burnt knife mark.

In an instant, the plot masters who had the upper hand sat on the ground one after another. The warriors they killed were all bronze-level, but just cannon fodder. The purpose was to get close to these masters and let them smell poison gas at close range.

"I asked an expert to prepare the poison, it's colorless and tasteless. I spent 10,000 points per bottle to authenticate. But don't worry, this thing won't kill you. I'll kill you in person, haha."

"Why don't you call me despicable? Isn't it all the same on TV? I want to listen to your curses before you die, which will make me feel more accomplished." Yamada Yuzhi covered her mouth proudly and smiled, full of shame and contempt for the so-called martial arts masters and the powerful people in front of her.

At this time, Zhou Gaoming roared, shot eight tentacles out of his back, pierced the bodies of the eight warriors around him, and then rushed over, and the Phoenix Edge slashed at Yamada Yuzhi's forehead.

Four silver-level Japanese rushed up at night, two blocked with samurai swords, and two threw out the darts.

Zhou Gaoming's Phoenix Axe forcibly cut off the two samurai swords, one of them was chopped into the shoulder, and one-third of his body was cut off. The poisonous dart stabbed Zhou Gaoming without armor protection, but Zhou Gaoming completely ignored the poison. The Phoenix Axe swept across, and nine feather blades flew out, killing four close Japanese players.

"Mr. Murong, now this monster is left. As long as I kill him, all the weapons I promised to give you will be presented as much as possible." Yamada Yuzhi shouted.

"Okay, I hope Miss Yamada keeps her promise." Murong Bo stood in front of Zhou Gaoming, looking at the tentacles behind Zhou Gaoming, his face full of surprise, and his hands were on his back, saying arrogantly: "I don't care whether you are a human or a ghost, I will die today."
Chapter completed!