Chapter 118: Crisis of the Deserted Temple

"Boom!"

A muffled thunder exploded in the dark sky, and it seemed that a thunderstorm was about to come.

now.

On a barren mountain on the border of Xingzhou, a dilapidated little temple emerged from the darkness under the illumination of lightning.

"Cough cough!" A weak cough came from a corner of the small temple.

Zhao Ge, who was seriously injured, woke up from his coma at this moment. His face was pale and his expression was haggard. His originally half-white hair had now turned completely white. Compared with last month, he seemed to have aged by twenty years in an instant. Even age spots began to appear on his wrinkled face.

"Master, you're awake." At this time, a slightly thin man hurried over after hearing the voice.

Zhao Ge struggled to sit up from the ground, his eyes dim, a feeling of defeat and grief surged in his heart. He looked at the sky outside, estimated the time, and said in a hoarse voice: "Shou Hou, you and Rong Niang should run for your lives. If you continue to follow me, you will surely die. As long as you can leave Xingzhou, maybe you can get a chance to live."

"Master, I won't leave. I lost my parents when I was young. I am an orphan. It was Master who took me in, recruited me into the martial arts school, fed me, kept me alive, and taught me martial arts. Now the martial arts school has encountered such a disaster. How can I abandon Master and live alone?" The thin man showed a firm look in his eyes: "If they want to kill Master, they have to step over my dead body."

"Good boy." Zhao Ge stretched out his rough big hands and patted him, with tears flashing in his eyes.

True gold is revealed in times of adversity.

After experiencing this great change, he finally saw clearly which of his disciples were sincere and which were fake. It was a pity for those disciples who had accompanied him through life and death, as they lost their lives because of him.

"Master, what I am most worried about now is Junior Sister. Is it really okay for her to go to Ghost Street alone? And is it reliable for you to ask Junior Sister to find Senior Brother Li Yi? You know, Junior Sister is the last hope of our Zhao Family Martial Arts School. The inheritance of the martial arts school is in her hands. I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that the martial arts school will be gone in the future, and Master's life's hard work will be gone."

The skinny monkey looked worried.

"Cough cough."

Zhao Ge couldn't help but cough again, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his chest. He swallowed the blood back with all his might, then took a few deep breaths and said, "Li Yi is a man of loyalty and righteousness. Master is relieved to entrust Zhao Qian to him. And this senior brother of yours, whom you have never met, is born with extraordinary powers and is not an ordinary person. As long as he is here, Zhao's martial arts school will always be here."

As he spoke, his mind recalled the scene when he taught Li Yi boxing in Ghost Street that day, and he couldn't help but whispered: "Yi's bravery is unparalleled in the history. It's a pity that Master has a short life and will not be able to see that scene. But sooner or later, his name will spread all over the world and make all martial artists bow their heads."

"Yi's bravery is unparalleled throughout the ages."

When the skinny monkey heard this, he was shocked.

What kind of person is that senior brother whom he has never met to deserve such high evaluation from the master? Moreover, in recent times, the master would say Li Yi's name whenever he was sad, which made him more and more curious.

Zhao Ge did not continue the conversation. He fell into silence again, and no one knew what he was thinking in his mind.

Seeing his master in such a distraught state, the skinny monkey just stood by and said nothing more.

The deserted little temple fell into silence at this moment.

Until a moment later, a figure rushed in.
She was a woman about 28 or 29 years old, wearing tight clothes, her face was dusty and a little dishevelled, but she exuded a heroic spirit from head to toe. However, as she walked over, there was a hint of worry and anxiety in her eyes.

"Rong Niang, what's the situation?" Skinny Monkey asked hurriedly when he saw the person coming.

Rong Niang's voice was also a little hoarse at this moment. She said, "Those who are chasing us have appeared at the foot of the mountain. They are riding two horses each and are well prepared. Our horses have died of exhaustion while running for our lives. If we rely on our feet, we will be caught up if we can't get out of this mountain."

"Since we can't escape, let's fight them here." The skinny monkey said indignantly, "They killed so many of our brothers and sisters. Even if I die, I will take one or two with me."

Rong Niang did not speak, but just looked at Master Zhao Ge in silence, and then said: "Let me and Shou Hou stay behind to cover us, Master, you go through the back mountain, maybe if you are lucky..."

"Stop talking."

Zhao Ge immediately scolded, "Master is old, his soul is injured, and he was hit by Han Tianbao. I think he is almost dead now. You go, and Master will stay to delay for a while. If you split up and escape from the east and west directions, maybe you can survive."

"I won't leave. My home is gone. Zhao's martial arts gym is my home. I won't abandon it and run away."

Rong Niang shook her head. She was a stubborn woman. If she wanted to abandon her master and run away alone, she would have done so long ago and would not have stayed with him until now.

"You are still young and have a long way to go in the future. There is no need to accompany your old master to die here." Zhao Ge said again, hoping that the two disciples could escape on their own.

Rong Niang remained unmoved, and the skinny monkey beside her didn't say anything either.

It was obvious that the two of them had already prepared themselves mentally to accompany Zhao Ge to death.

suddenly.

Right now.

Along with bursts of muffled thunder, flashes of fire suddenly appeared outside the ruined temple, accompanied by the neighing of a horse, and a wild laughter echoed on this small hill.

"Hahaha, Zhao Ge, don't be naive. Today, none of you remnants of the Zhao family martial arts school will be able to escape. You all must die here."

Then, a figure strode forward into the night. With an agile figure, he rushed to the top of the hill in just a few steps and stood in front of the gate of the ruined temple.

The man was wearing a grey gown. Although he was not tall, he was very strong, with bulging muscles on his body. Before he even got close, a wave of heat hit him in the face.

"A warrior in the Blood Training Realm, Han Meng."

There was a gleam of light in Zhao Ge's eyes, he turned over and stood up from the ground, then walked forward steadily, his aura gradually rising, as if he was going to tear apart the oncoming heat wave, there was no sign of decadence on his body.

Shouhou and Rongniang on the side showed a slight change in expression.

Master was clearly seriously injured, so why did he suddenly become so energetic again?

Later, they realized that the master was just pretending. Or perhaps, the master was holding on to his last breath of blood and preparing for a desperate fight.

When Han Meng saw the old man Zhao Ge coming towards him, his face changed. After all, Zhao Ge was a real master with his qi and blood flowing into the acupoints. Although he was injured, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. If he still has strength left, he may be able to fight again.

"Han Meng, he is just bluffing to scare you. Look carefully, there is blood at the corner of Zhao Ge's mouth. What does this mean? He has lost control of his blood and energy. Now he is just a spent force, holding on for dear life."

At this moment, another figure appeared at the door.

He was a swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and holding a precious sword on his waist. He took off his bamboo hat slowly, revealing the face of a middle-aged man. He patted his sleeves, shook off the dust, then stood with his sword in hand and ordered: "Surround this dilapidated temple. Don't let them escape this time."

Afterwards, more than twenty men behind him, holding torches and wearing tight clothes, took action. All of them were warriors who had reached the bone training realm. Among them, there were two leaders whose strength was estimated to be at the marrow training level. Moreover, all of these people were equipped with fast horses, steel knives, and many strong bows and crossbows.

Such preparations were made just to surround and kill Zhao Ge, a sick and dying master of training. This shows how much these people value Zhao Ge.

"Jin family's swordsman, Jin Bufeng?" Zhao Ge stopped at this moment and laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, the people who came are all acquaintances."

"Zhao Ge, I heard that as long as a martial artist has not died, he has a breath of spirit hidden in his heart, which is also called heart blood. When this heart blood comes out, the martial artist can regain his vitality and reach his peak level of cultivation in a moment." Jin Bufeng said with a smile, "It's a pity that your soul is damaged. This last breath of spirit is missing a bit of its power. I guess you can't use the last heart blood. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to hunt you down so recklessly."

"But this is also a good thing. After I kill you, I will dig out your heart and use your last breath of blood to refine medicine. I will definitely get a great medicine. Maybe I can also successfully break through to the realm of training."

When he said this, there was a hint of heat and greed in his eyes.

The human body is a great medicine, and for a master of Qi training, it is an even more precious medicine.

However, not many people in the world dare to take the masters of acupuncture as medicine, but today, Jin Bufeng has encountered such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"It's true that a tiger in trouble is bullied by a dog." Zhao Ge opened his eyes angrily: "If it were normal times, I would be able to send you to death with just one punch."

"Zhao Ge, it's your fault that you are old and your energy and blood are declining, and your spirit is injured. You are the one who revealed the truth, so you can't blame us." Jin Bufeng smiled and slowly drew out the sword from his waist.

The precious sword flashed with a cold light and was extremely sharp.

"Want to fight? Come on if you're not afraid of death." Zhao Ge shouted, squatted slightly, and immediately took out his fists.

"If you want to attack my master, you have to get past me first." Senior Sister Rong Niang looked at him coldly and also clenched her fists to meet his attack, without any fear.

The skinny monkey on the side was also furious and ready to kill the enemy.

"Well, I still have two loyal disciples to accompany me before I die. Since you are unwilling to abandon Zhao Ge and leave, then you will stay and be buried with me today."

At this moment, Han Sui on the side shouted in a deep voice, and then instantly rushed towards the two of them like a ferocious beast.

He wanted to use the lives of Zhao Ge's two disciples to confirm once again whether Zhao Ge, the master of practicing Qigong, had some foundation left and whether he could still fight.

Before anyone arrived, a heat accompanied by murderous intent had already attacked.

Rong Niang and Shou Hou's faces suddenly changed, but then they both shouted angrily and swung their fists to fight back, without any intention of retreating.

However, the two men's strength had only reached the level of marrow training, and their blood had not been replaced. They were no match for this martial artist who had mastered blood training. After just one encounter, they were hit by a palm respectively, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person flew backwards. "Bang!"

The two men fell heavily to the ground, their breath instantly weakened.

"Come again." Rong Niang struggled to stand up stubbornly and clenched her fists again, ready to meet the attack.

"Very good, the eldest sister of the Zhao family martial arts school is indeed quite courageous. However, I held back a little and didn't kill you. If your master doesn't take action, I will kill you with my next move."

Han Sui said coldly at this moment, but then he smiled again: "But I value talent. It is not easy for you, a woman, to practice kung fu to the point of marrow without slaying the red dragon. I can give you a way to live. Kill the junior brother next to you, kowtow to me a few times, and agree to be my concubine, and I will spare your life."

"Bah, dream on." Rong Niang said angrily, and she punched Han Sui again.

Although she was not strong enough, she would rather die in battle than suffer such humiliation.

"You ungrateful animal."

Han Sui was rejected and lost some face. At this moment, he instantly felt murderous. He stretched out his palm, and the powerful energy burst out, raising a cloud of dust.

Rong Niang's punch was not powerful enough, and her entire arm was broken with just one blow. The severe pain made her wail.

Han Sui stepped forward again, his palm turned into a sharp claw, and directly grabbed Rong Niang's throat and held her. Then he glanced and stared at Zhao Ge, who was standing aside with his fists in place but had not yet made a move.

"You're not going to take action in this situation? Zhao Ge, it seems like you're really not going to make it."

Zhao Ge was filled with grief and anger at this moment, his blood was surging in his body, and his face was changing constantly. He was now just an empty shell, and he couldn't even control his blood. It was good enough that he could stand here alive. He had no strength left to fight. If it was really as Jin Bufeng said, and he could still force a breath of blood from his heart, then everyone here would die.

"You have really reached your limit. After all, we have been chasing you for such a long time, and several waves of people have died. I guess you have been exhausted. Now you are at the end of your rope."

Jin Bufeng was very cautious. Although he was holding a precious sword, he was always on guard against Zhao Ge and was not careless at all.

Then he raised his hand and signaled: "Use a strong bow and crossbow to shoot him. Be careful not to shoot his heart. I need to keep his heart to make medicine."

The next moment, the sounds of strong bows being pulled and powerful crossbows being strung could be heard all around.

Seeing this, Zhao Ge couldn't help but reveal a miserable smile: "Well, what a good Jin Bufeng, he is still on guard against me at this time. Cough cough."

His spirit collapsed, and his old body could no longer support him. He couldn't even hold his fists steady, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"You, Zhao Ge, are a fierce tiger. We have to be careful." Jin Bufeng couldn't help but smile when he saw Zhao Ge's weak appearance.

But he still didn't go forward to take action. Who knows if this old man Zhao Ge is acting? What if he takes his last breath and dies? That would be a shame.

"Teacher, master."

The skinny monkey hurriedly ran to Zhao Ge's side with his seriously injured body and supported him.

Zhao Ge was coughing up blood at this moment. He said regretfully, "I'm sorry, Master is really not doing well. He can't scare these people."

The skinny monkey burst into tears and stopped talking. He was already prepared to die.

Rong Niang, whose throat was grabbed, was unable to move at the moment, and tears rolled down her cheeks when she saw this scene.

"Don't be sad. After your master dies, I will send you to be with him soon." Han Sui captured Rong Niang and did not kill her, nor did he let her go, in order to make Zhao Ge afraid to act rashly.

Only after he is sure that Zhao Ge is really dead will he kill the hostage.

With this level of caution, even if Zhao Ge really wanted to do it, he would most likely end up in failure.

Jin Bufeng slowly raised his hand at this moment, ready to give the order to take action.

Yet at this moment.

"Boom~!"

In the darkness in the distance, there was a sudden thunderclap, which shocked people's hearts. Then, a corner of the ruined temple was suddenly opened for some unknown reason, and dust and rubble were flying. With this sudden situation, the body of an archer who was trapped nearby seemed to be severely injured by a terrifying force, and he was also blown up.

The minced meat, along with splattered blood, was evenly scattered on the ground around it.

Even Han Sui, who was standing inside the temple, felt pain on his face from the flying broken bones.

Such a scene made everyone shocked instantly.

"boom!"

Then another muffled thunder echoed, and this time the sound was very close, as if it was right at the foot of the mountain.

There was another crossbowman standing next to the torch. He didn't even have time to react and his body exploded as well. Blood and bones splattered everywhere, and the surroundings were a mess.

It was only after the second sound that Han Sui and Jin Bufeng, who were in the lead, reacted.

"There are enemies, everyone be careful." Han Sui hurriedly grabbed Rong Niang and blocked her in front of him, then looked alert to the dark wilderness in front of the temple.

The danger comes from that direction.

"Put out the fire, don't stay in the fire, the other party can see you." Jin Bufeng held the sword in his hand and shouted in a low voice, a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

Fortunately, there was no torch with him, otherwise the other party might attack him.

Although he didn't know what kind of attack this powerful was, he knew very well that a martial artist like him who practiced blood training could not withstand it.

"boom!"

Another loud bang echoed.

The body of a subordinate holding a strong bow exploded again, and his broken internal organs flew like powder. Even the corpse disappeared directly, leaving only his feet still in place.

Such a bloody and cruel way of death immediately frightened all the remaining people. They extinguished their torches, hid their bodies, and dared not expose themselves to the firelight.

As the torches went out.

The surroundings fell into darkness.

But it still didn't work.

The fourth loud noise still came.

Another disciple hiding in the darkness attacked, and his body, like the previous ones, was blown to pieces on the spot, leaving him no chance to resist or struggle.

"No, the enemy can see at night, so turning off the engine is useless. But why didn't they just kill Han Sui and me? The two of us are the biggest threat, so we should be the first targets to be attacked. Wait, I understand. The enemy is from the Zhao family martial arts school. The reason they didn't attack Han Sui is that he has a hostage. The reason they didn't attack me is because Zhao Ge and I were on the same line just now, and the enemy's attack might hurt Zhao Ge by mistake."

When Jin Bufeng saw the disciple's tragic death, his brain quickly thought and he finally realized what was going on.

But just as he was thinking this.

A violent and cold wind blew up from the foot of the mountain, and in the wind, a tall horse appeared.

"Yinma?" Han Sui recognized this thing. It was something that could only be seen on Ghost Street.

Could it be that the Zhao family martial arts school is protected by ghosts and gods from Ghost Street? If that is the case, then things will be troublesome.

The Yin horse neighed and raised its iron hooves.

Above it, a tall figure appeared, looking down from above.

Everyone looked.

But all he saw was a pair of murderous eyes shining brightly in the darkness, like a ghost or god descending to earth, which made people afraid.

"Although this man came riding a ghost horse, he has the breath of a living person. He is not a ghost. It's just that this man is very strong." Han Sui's throat rolled, and a hint of panic and uneasiness appeared in his eyes.

"Does the Zhao family martial arts school have any more trump cards?" Jin Bufeng tightly grasped the sword at this moment, his face suddenly becoming gloomy and ugly.

But what is the strength of the people who came?
He couldn't see through.

All I know is that this person is definitely a master, and a very young master at that.

(End of this chapter)