The world's first loose repair

Chapter 131 The battle between mortals and monks
Curu Ye's eyes were bright, and there was a playful expression on his face.

The fourth child stared at Asa cautiously, squatted down slightly on his knees, clasped the scimitar around his waist with his right hand, and looked ready to go.Asa, on the other hand, lowered his head, walked towards the fourth child silently, with a blank expression on his face.

"Asa, what do you want?" The voice of the fourth child was a little angry, but also a little panicked, and the scimitar was already half drawn.

Asa still lowered his head and said nothing.Under the cover of night, Mu Ye couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but Mu Ye always felt that the tall coachman was sneering.It is a kind of smile that a nocturnal beast will show when it encounters delicious prey.

But no matter what, it is just a battle between a group of mortals after all.This kind of battle, in the view of Mu Ye, is not thrilling, even a bit boring.The only thing Mu Ye was curious about was how this group of coachmen would deal with the concentrating cultivator in the guards.After all, monks in the concentration state can already control magic weapons.If Mu Ye was allowed to take action, all the drivers could be sent to the embrace of Dalingtian in an instant.Although the guard couldn't be as perverted as Mu Ye, it was definitely not something a few mortal warriors could deal with.

Turning over slightly, Mu Ye turned his gaze to the guard.

The eight coachmen were also silent.Shrouded in darkness, he quietly walked towards the guards.The two night watchmen did not respond at first.But as the coachmen got closer, one of the older warriors finally showed a strange expression on his face, and shouted at the leading coachman, "Lao Jiang, what are you doing?"

The coachmen responded to the warrior's questioning with silence.

Years of experience in the rivers and lakes made this elderly warrior react in an instant, as soon as he moved his right hand, he wanted to draw his sword out of its sheath.Then before the knife was out of its sheath, a cold light suddenly appeared on his neck, and then a stream of hot blood sprayed out from his neck, splashing on the burning bonfire.

The elder samurai's eyes widened with disbelief on his face, and an unknown whimper sounded from his throat, before he fell heavily on the ground.

Curtain Leaf's pupils shrank.

The one who killed him just now was the so-called Lao Jiang, a man in his fifties with a rough face.That cold light was the throwing knife he threw.What surprised Mu Ye was that the speed of the flying knife was extremely fast, even comparable to that of magic weapons.Mu Ye was really surprised that a mortal warrior could use such a quick hidden weapon.

Mu Ye frowned, wondering if he wanted to help those guards.After all, although the boss is not a good person, there is nothing wrong with those guards.

But before the curtain leaf could make a move, the tragedy happened again.

The young samurai was terrified when he saw the old samurai's sudden misfortune.Obviously, this young man in his early twenties doesn't have much experience in the world.His pale face clearly showed that he was still a fledgling.Because of the excessive panic, he could only make some noises with unknown meaning, like a frightened pika.

The leader of the coachman, Lao Jiang, was not soft on the young man.The same cold light flashed, and a big head rose into the sky. After a few breaths, it fell on the soft sand, raising a faint cloud of dust.

The unwillingness and panic of the young warrior froze on the blood-stained face as the head left the body.

Curtain Ye frowned tightly, clasped the thumb and middle finger of his right hand together, and made a formula.

The bonfire on the guard's side dimmed a bit.

Lao Jiang killed two people in a row. Although he was very fast and did not make any sound, the cultivator in the state of concentrating in the guards sensed it, jumped up from the bamboo mat, and shouted: "Want to kill for money?! That's a big deal!" guts!"

"Come on, kill them!" Seeing that the cultivator in the concentration state had woken up, Lao Jiang no longer had any scruples, shouted angrily, and threw the throwing knife in his hand.At the same time, several other coachmen also drew their weapons and rushed towards the guards.

"It's a small skill, just you mortals, want to fight with me? You really lost your mind and went crazy." The cultivator in the state of concentration sneered, and pinched a magic formula with his right hand, and a silver flying sword suddenly shot up into the sky, circling After a circle, it turned into a silver streamer and headed towards the coachmen.

Mu Ye loosened his right hand holding the formula, squinting his eyes to observe the development of the situation.

When Lao Jiang saw the flying sword soaring into the sky, he didn't feel the slightest panic on his face, but instead showed a sarcastic smile.He calmly took out a black ball from his pocket, threw it into the air, and stared at the cultivator in the concentration state with a smile on his face.

Curtain Ye showed a hint of interest on his face, and with the light of the bonfire, his eyes stared at the black ball.

What surprised Mu Ye was that the black ball didn't fall down as soon as it entered the air, and it floated quietly in the air.You know, Lao Jiang is not a monk, even if the black ball is a magic weapon, Lao Jiang can't control it at all.However, the black ball can float in the air by itself, which is really surprising.

Mu Ye opened his eyes wide, staring at the black ball, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart.

The black ball didn't look much different from the black ball I bought from the black robe and the night market.

Curtain Ye's expression became serious.

The black ball floated in the air, and after a while, it suddenly moved slightly, and then a circle of black light spread out from the surface of the black ball.

As soon as the black light came into contact with the silver flying sword, it seemed to be alive and entered into the flying sword.And the flying sword let out a painful buzzing sound, twisting wildly in the air as if it had been greatly injured.After a while, he fell powerlessly to the ground.

The expression of the cultivator in the state of concentration changed slightly, and he shouted: "Old man Jiang, what kind of magic method are you using to destroy my flying sword?!"

Lao Jiang was silent for a while, then smiled and said, "Okay, you can stop acting, let's do it together."

As soon as the words fell, the guards who were still fighting with the coachman suddenly turned their blades and slashed at the cultivator in the state of concentration.And Lao Jiang did the same, pulled out his waist knife, and rushed forward.

The monk's face was a little ugly, but he didn't panic too much.To be honest, he was very surprised that the guards under him suddenly turned against each other, but he is a monk who has achieved great concentration. Although the magic weapon was damaged just now, it is not something that a dozen ordinary warriors can deal with.

With a concentrated expression, he pinched the magic formula with one hand, and a red sword rushed out from behind the monk again, and then slashed at the rest of the guards and coachman like a flame.Obviously, the monks in the state of concentration have already come up with their own means of suppressing the bottom of the box.

Mu Ye looked at the battle situation, his expression fluctuating.

(End of this chapter)