Chapter 7: Buddha Fury Tang Lian

"The son is good martial arts." The middle-aged scribe stood up and nodded.
Xiao Se waved his hand: "It's just a trick. I don't know how to martial arts."
"Can't martial arts?" The middle-aged scribe smiled, "The next thing is dangerous. If you don't know martial arts, I'm afraid you don't want to go to this muddy water."
"Why?" Xiao Se raised an eyebrow, "You have to go back."
The middle-aged scribe shook his head: "I will naturally not regret it, but I said I will not do it, but my companions are different, they don't have that much patience. I think they should have done it now."
"Oh?" Xiao Se smiled, "but we still have a friend. Although he is not good at his brain, he has a good skill. Your companion may not be able to take advantage."
"If you know who we are, you would not say that." The middle-aged scribe proudly said.
Xiao Se put his hands in his sleeves and said lazily: "Tianwaitian, white hair fairy. Twelve years back, it is indeed a name that can be held down."
The middle-aged scribe was startled, his eyes flashed, and his usual indifferent voice suddenly became severe: "Who are you! How do you recognize me! How can you know the heavens!"
Xiao Se shrugged: "What's hard to recognize? Not many people know you, but someone knows it..."
Xiao Se was not able to finish speaking, because the middle-aged scribe had already swept over him instantly, and he was about to grab him with his left claw.
Tang Lian hurried to block, but was forced back by the middle-aged scribe with a jade sword in his right hand. In an instant the middle-aged scribe had grabbed Xiao Se by the collar: "You have to follow us!"
Xiao Se said with an innocent look: "But I obviously won."
The middle-aged scribe sneered: "But since you know the universe, then you know what kind of people we are." After that, he pulled Xiao Si up and swept away. Tang Lian wanted to chase, and the attendant beside the middle-aged scribe immediately raised his sword to greet him and blocked him back.
But Xiao Se shouted at Minghou Yueji, who had been watching with cold eyes, "Thirteen years ago, in the red-robed murder case in Wangyi Building, the murderer was..."
"What!" Yue Ji immediately jumped off the table.
Minghou also turned around abruptly and clenched the giant blade in his hand.
At this time, Xiao Se was already caught by the middle-aged scribes and looted outside Beauty Village.
Minghou and Yueji didn't hesitate at all, and hurriedly followed. The attendants also turned to stop them. But Yueji's waist flashed with silver light, and Minghou slammed the giant blade in his hand, and those people were either cut in their throats or cut in two by the waist.
"It's so killing!" Tian Nurui couldn't help exclaiming.
Tang Lian frowned: "I have fought them twice, but the first time I saw their murderousness is so serious. What exactly did Xiao Se just mean?"
Tian Nurui shook her head: "The Wangyilou Red Clothes murder case was a mystery thirteen years ago. I don't know why your companion mentioned it all of a sudden. So what should we do now and catch up?"
Tang Lian thought for a while and shook her head: "No. The red-robed murder must have something to do with Minghou Yueji. Xiao Se deliberately led the white-haired man to take him away, and then he led Minghou Yueji to arouse their fight. We. Now go to Lei Wujie!"
"Who is Lei Wujie? Where is it?"
"It's in the backyard! He guards that thing. If the white-haired man didn't lie, then I'm afraid he is at this moment..."
"Boom!" A violent explosion suddenly came, and the people present couldn't help covering their ears.
"I am Lei Wujie from the Lei Family of Jiangnan Perak Hall! Anyone who dares not die is going to come up!" Lei Wujie stood on the golden coffin, holding a handful of thunderbolts in each hand, shouting at the people below , A look of arrogance and dry clouds.
The group of people in black robes surrounding the carriage seemed to have been bluffed by him at this time, and stepped back slightly.
Lei Wujie finally took a heavy breath. He was hiding in the carriage just now. Suddenly he felt a dozen cold palms coming from outside the carriage, and he hurriedly transported his true energy to resist. But he found that the dozen palms were very strange, soft and insidious. His true Qi was immediately dissolved and merged with the touch. He felt that his whole person was pressured by those dozen palms, and he was completely out of breath. He had to exhaust all his qi, his eyes turned red in an instant, and the weight on his body suddenly felt a lot lighter. He stood up with all his strength, roared to the sky, and finally bounced out the dozens of palms. But the carriage hood also disintegrated in an instant. Lei Wujie didn't even think about it, and threw a handful of thunderbolts at the outside before finally driving those people ten steps away.
At this time, Lei Wujie finally saw the appearance of the group of people. They were all people wearing black robes, none of them holding weapons, but the exposed hands were incomparably pale.
"Who are you?" Lei Wujie asked.
But no one answered him. The black robe headed by his hand lightly waved, and in an instant the eight people behind him jumped up, and eight cold ghost claws grabbed him, and one took his bottom plate. One wants to grab his head, one attacks his back, the other digs into his heart, and the other four want to directly lock his hands and feet. If a person is controlled in this way, then he must die too much. But a person only has one pair of hands, how can he resist the simultaneous attack of eight people? Unless he has three heads and eight arms!
But at this moment Lei Wujie really turned into three heads and six arms, and four Lei Wujie appeared at the same time. They were back to back, forming a perfect defense posture.
The headed black-robed man was stunned for a moment: "What a fast speed!" He looked at Lei Wujie carefully, but he saw that Lei Wujie's body was instantly hot, and his pupils became red and red.
"Fire-scorching technique? No wonder..." The headed black robe man waved his hand gently.
At this time, the offensive of the eight people who had gone first had been completely blocked by Lei Wujie, but another eight people jumped up in an instant, the direction of the attack was exactly the same as before. But at this time Lei Wujie was too late to resist, but at this time, a lotus flower flew out from behind him.
Coquettish, ghostly, night lotus.
The lotus flower exploded in the air, and the seven petals immediately attacked the seven people. Its speed was so fast. The seven black-robed people had no doubt that this ghostly petal could easily pierce their heads, because They have all heard the name of this hidden weapon-Buddha Anger Tanglian! One of the most terrifying hidden weapons of Tang Sect is divided into Thousand Petal Lotus, Double Terrace Lotus, Compound Lotus and Seven Petal Lotus. This one is only a seven-petal lotus, otherwise they would not even have a chance to hide! So they retreated immediately.
But there is one more person! The man didn't retreat, he hurriedly took Lei Wujie's heart with his right hand, and he could kill him by just an inch further forward. But he didn't have the chance to go one step further, because a figure jumped up from behind Lei Wujie, with a shining light in his hand, as if holding a beam of moonlight, and that beam of moonlight cut off the ghost claw in an instant. Up! Immediately, the figure lifted its right foot, kicked the man out forcefully, and then landed firmly on the coffin.
"Tang Lian." The headed man in black frowned, "You can still walk out of it alive."
Tang Lian turned to look at Lei Wujie and asked him, "How is it?"
Lei Wujie wiped the sweat on his body. At this moment, his whole person seemed to be burning, and he kept venting out of heat. His eyes were red and red. He exhaled, "I just learned this skill, but it's not enough. Proficiency. It's fine now, hitting him ten or eight is not a problem."
"It's a big tone." The black-robed man in the lead sneered, "But the fire-scorching technique is to burn the fire in your own heart to obtain divine power for a short time. How long can your fuelwood burn?"
"I don't know how long it will burn, but it's okay to hit you guys who are neither human nor ghost." Lei Wujie took a step forward.
"It's a big tone." The headed man in black robes just sneered.
Tang Lian stretched out her hand to stop Lei Wujie suddenly, Lei Wujie looked at him in confusion, but saw Tang Lian stretch her hand to the night sky and said, "Look."
Lei Wujie looked up, only seeing a full moon hanging in the sky, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Tang Lian said, "Do you think there is something strange?"
Lei Wujie's eyes widened and looked at it carefully for a while, then hesitated and said, "It looks like a piece of paper..."
Tang Lian sighed: "Today is twenty-two, and the sky is supposed to be the last quarter moon, so how come there is a full moon?"
"Brother means..."
"This is the art of loneliness! The so-called art of loneliness is a kind of evil formation. People in the loneliness array seem to have entered a dream state. Next, you can't believe everything you see, it must Believe everything you see!" Tang Lian said.
Lei Wujie smiled bitterly: "Brother, what are you talking about, I don't understand."
"Be careful!" Tang Lian suddenly looked at Lei Wujie's feet and shouted angrily.
Lei Wujie lowered his head abruptly, and saw countless withered and pale hands stretched out of the coffin, about to grab his legs. Lei Wujie hurriedly jumped up, but there was another ghost claw in the air that straightened out his heart. He punched it out, but it seemed as if he had hit the void, and the strength of his whole body was lost. He hurriedly stabilized his breath, only to maintain his balance, and swayed to the ground. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has also seen many masters, but this is the first time he has seen such a weird and terrifying formation. There was a cold sweat behind him, and he turned to look at Tang Lian: "Brother!"
Tang Lian frowned slightly and closed her eyes.
Lei Wujie shouted: "Brother! Don't just give up like this."
As he shouted angrily, Tang Lian waved her hand, and a small Zhu Yan arrow in her sleeve had burst out of the air, flying towards a ghost claw that suddenly appeared behind Lei Wujie, and instantly pierced through that palm. Lei Wujie only heard a scream, and looked back, only to see that the ghost claw had disappeared, but there was a puddle of blood on the ground. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Brother, how do you know this is true this time."
Tang Lian still closed her eyes, her brows frowned as if she was listening intently: "In loneliness, what you see may not be true, but countless murderous intent is hidden in this unreality. All this time, You need to give up your eyes and use your ears to feel it. Listening to the wind is one of the compulsory courses in Xueyue City, and I will teach you today. The so-called listening to the wind lies in the word'wind'. The sky and the earth are huge, and there are countless winds. The biggest weakness of loneliness is that he will isolate all external sounds. So in loneliness, you can only listen carefully. When the gust of wind around you is torn apart, it is the enemy's The sound of the weapon ripping the wind, at that time, it was when he revealed his position!" Tang Lian jumped up after speaking, and pulled out a black-robed man in mid-air, turning his fingertips. , Cut the opponent's throat all at once, and then kicked him to the ground.
At this time, Lei Wujie danced wildly with his hands, dancing a perfect circle all over his body, blocking out the ghost claws that were trying to get close, whether it was true or not, and then closing his eyes. He tried his best to concentrate. At first, he only listened to the violent wind dancing in his ear. It was the fist wind he was dancing. After carefully distinguishing it, he could hear that besides his fist wind, there was a steady and peaceful wind flowing slowly. 'S voice, and suddenly, something tore the gentle wind. Lei Wujie moved in his heart and threw a Wufang fist in that direction. Hearing a scream, a figure of a black-robed man appeared, spit out blood, and fell to the ground.
"Abnormal talent!" Tang Lian praised.
Lei Wujie opened his eyes and said with a smile: "After all, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has been practicing hearing for a long time." Just as he was proud, a hand suddenly stretched out from the ground and grabbed his ankle. Jie was shocked, but saw a small Zhu Yan arrow burst out of the air and pierced into the soil, and that hand immediately lost its strength.
"It's a pity that I'm unfamiliar." Tang Lian sighed.