"Now the news has spread throughout the martial world. The Evil Repelling Sword Manual obtained by Yue Buqun has fallen on this little Taoist priest of the broken temple. Quickly search and see if he has left.”
"Those nuns of the Heng Mountain Sect still wanted to hide it, but unfortunately, the walls have ears. In addition, an expert like Yue Buqun is dead. However, I didn't expect that Yue Buqun, this Head Chief, would also take his own disciple's family cultivation method, tsk…"
"Chief, there's no one in the hall!”
……
Ever since Zhou Zhao's Violet Cloud Divine Art had reached the fourth level, not only was his hearing and sight sharper, but even the range of his psychokinesis perception had expanded quite a bit. The noise and shouts of the people outside were constantly transmitted into Zhou Zhao's ears.
Only then did Zhou Zhao realize that it was the little nun Yi Lin who had made a mistake. Moreover, it seemed that the news of Yue Buqun obtaining the Evil-Exorcising Sword Manual was no longer a secret, so now someone came looking for Zhou Zhao.
This group of people were suspected to be tough bandits in the martial world. Not only were they all strong, but they were also very stable when they walked. Their temples were slightly bulging. It was obvious that they were all skilled in martial arts. What was even more terrifying was that they actually all carried crossbows. No wonder they knew Yue Buqun had died on Zhou Zhao's body, and still dared to come knocking.
Dozens of crossbows fired at the same time. It was definitely a nightmare for martial artists.
However, this group of tough bandits obviously did not expect Zhou Zhao to suddenly climb over the eaves to bask in the sun. Moreover, Zhou Zhao was lying on the other side of the roof. This group had rushed in from the front and only paid attention to the roof and the main hall. For a while, they did not find any trace of Zhou Zhao at all.
"As expected, I was a step too slow. I actually let him escape!”
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a rough face was standing in front of the hall. He was unwilling, but after all, it had been two days since the incident happened. That young Taoist priest might have left long ago. He was only here with the mentality of luck.
"Chief, the charcoal of the bonfire inside is still warm and has just been extinguished. Perhaps that young Daoist has just left.”
At this moment, a tough bandit who was observing in the hall suddenly shouted.
"Alright, everyone will split up and search with the ruined temple as the center. Two more people will chase along the east road on horseback. If you see anyone, come back and report.”
When the green-robed chief heard his subordinate's words, he immediately revealed an excited expression and gave the order to pursue.
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir!"
Immediately, the group of bandits heard the order and were about to start moving towards the legendary young Taoist priest. What sword immortal martial arts style, could it withstand the barrage of crossbows? Any expert would turn into a hornet's nest in front of a crossbow.
"Are you looking for me?"
At this moment, Zhou Zhao leisurely sat up from the roof. His long sword was placed by his side, and his loose Daoist robe fluttered loudly. His long hair was tied up by a blue ribbon, and the remaining blue ribbon followed his long hair as it fell behind him, fluttering in the wind. Coupled with his red lips and white teeth, his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, he had a kind of otherworldly immortal temperament.
At this moment, the bandits standing below heard the clear voice of a young man. They could not help but be stunned. They raised their heads and saw this scene.
In fact, if they searched according to their method, someone would find him at the back of the ruined temple later, so Zhou Zhao simply came out himself.
"Little Daoist, you're actually hiding here. Why aren't you surrendering and handing over the Evil-Warding Sword Manual?”
The leader of the bandits suddenly waved his hand. Instantly, dozens of bandits on the scene took down their crossbows from their backs and loaded them. Their movements were smooth and natural.
Obviously, they had also heard that this little Taoist priest was a little strange. He knew how to ride a sword or something. Of course, they had to strike first to gain the upper hand. They set up a formation. Whether he was a dragon or a tiger, they had to lie down.
"With just you guys?"
Zhou Zhao's expression did not change. He calmly and indifferently looked at the people below as they strung the strings.
Any martial arts expert's expression would change drastically if they were in such a situation. All the hair on their bodies would stand on end. Not only was the crossbow extremely fast, but it was also extremely powerful. It could even easily pierce through armor. This was a true forbidden weapon of the dynasty.
However, now that such a forbidden artifact had appeared in the hands of these bandits, it could only be said that in this world of martial arts, the government was really an existence that was nothing more than soy sauce.
"Give it to me…"
When the bandit leader saw Zhou Zhao's response, his face turned cold and he instantly shouted loudly, ordering his subordinates to shoot their crossbows over. Who cares if you're a sword immortal, just shoot you into a sieve and slowly find the secret manual.
"Bengbeng!"
"Pfft! Puff! Puff!"
"Ah! Li Er, you…"
"Zhang Long, you…"
However, before the bandit leader could finish his sentence, the sound of bowstrings being shot could be heard from all directions. Then, the sound of arrows piercing flesh could be heard, and miserable screams could be heard from the crowd.
"No, it wasn't me. This crossbow moved by itself!”
"Ah! It's not my fault. It's really not mine…"
The dozens of bandits present were in disbelief. Their brothers who had gone through life and death together had actually shot at them. In an instant, nearly ten people had fallen. Many of the people who had shot the arrows looked at their hands in disbelief. Their bodies were trembling and they could not defend themselves.
"Xiu! Whoosh!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
In the blink of an eye, another seven or eight bandits died at the hands of their own people, their faces filled with terror.
"There's a ghost, there's a ghost!"
"Don't move, don't move!"
……
But chi, the sound of arrows piercing into flesh rang out one after another, and miserable screams resounded through the world. Those who had just barely managed to maintain their calm instantly collapsed. Even without Zhou Zhao's psychokinesis interference, they still fell into self-slaughter.
In less than ten breaths, dozens of people were lying dead on the dilapidated square in front of the hall, and blood flowed like a river!
"It's, it's you!"
Now, only the bandit's boss was left in the square. He had the best kung fu and was the first to react. He had actually escaped the massacre. However, there was a bloody hole in his thigh, which proved that he had not escaped unscathed.
At this moment, the bandit leader stared at the handsome Taoist priest sitting on the roof with his eyes wide open, and he let out a wail of despair like an injured wolf.
Zhou Zhao was still expressionless as he looked at the forest in the distance under the brilliant sunlight. His right index finger gently pointed. The sound of a crossbow being shot rang out. The bandit who died first had not fired his arrow yet, but now he automatically pulled the trigger, and the arrow streaked across the void like a stream of light.
Puff!
The bandit leader's voice stopped abruptly. His neck was instantly pierced through, and he fell to the ground powerlessly with a bang.
Just as the bandit boss fell to the ground, Zhou Zhao clearly saw that there were figures in the forest further away. More Jianghu people were following the bandits.
The Evil-Warding Sword Manual was indeed very attractive to the martial artists…
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