Zhou Jian blew a whistle without hesitation, penetrated the night, extremely clear!

Suddenly, loud bangs were heard one after another, and a large number of blue sky guards rushed in on the eaves and outside the windows, with hidden weapons scattered and sharp breaking through the air.

"Ah!" Screams were everywhere, and at least ten Hu people fell down in one encounter, screaming and twitching.

"Not good, there are still people!" Hu Ren exclaimed.

A hint of hideousness and conceit appeared on Chalma's face: "Okay, it's a good place! Just catch all of you, the Han people!"

"Come here!" He shouted and penetrated the entire inn.

Suddenly, the believers hiding in the dark lit torches, held scimitars, and fought with the Blue Sky Guard.

"Kill!"

Puff puff puff...

Boom!

The entire inn roared instantly and screamed endlessly. On the eaves, in the inn, and in the stables, there were fighting everywhere, extremely fiercely.

Chalma summoned at least 300 believers here, ten times the size of the Qingtian Criminal, but the battle on the scene was particularly fierce. The Qingtian Guards raised their swords and fell, and their terrifying methods were like harvesting machines!

Seeing that he could not suppress it, Chalma's face changed drastically and she was extremely angry.

"Hurry, mobilize all the troops in Silan City for me, and no one of them will run away today!" he roared.

"Report!!"

"Sir, something happened. The city lord's mansion and Changyang temple caught fire, and the whole city was in chaos!" A Hu believer rushed over and yelled.

Chalma's face changed drastically in an instant. Changyang Temple, isn't that where Fanshu Bodhisattva stayed?

He rushed to the window while the chaos was in the air and opened it. He saw thick smoke rolling over Silan City, one left and one right, and the fire was huge, causing huge chaos, and countless people were putting out the fire there!

His face suddenly turned pale, like five thunders thunder. The city lord's mansion was in chaos and could not support the place. The fire in the temple made him realize that something was serious!

If Fan Shu loses his life, his ten lives will not be enough to atone for his sins.

"Bastard! It's him, it must be him!" Chalma roared, knowing that these things could not be so coincidental.

"Kill him for me!" After he roared, he personally drew out the scimitar and rushed out. He was very impatient, one was angry, and the other was that he wanted to fight quickly and rush to Changyang Temple.

Puff!

Zhou Jian killed a Hu man with one knife. His long black hair was rendered with blood, and he was extremely heroic. Looking at the coming of Chalma, a dangerous smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

"It's a good time, just saves time."

After saying that, he dragged his knife to dive, and the golden knife drew flames on the ground, which was full of domineeringness and terrifying.

Bang!!

The two of them moved closer at high speed, one horizontally and one vertically, the golden sword and the scimitar collided with a clang, and then Chalma staggered back three steps.

Zhou Jian did not move: "The first escort, but that's it."

"Rareless!" Chalma roared. As a Hu native of the Western Regions, he was strong and strong. He waved his scimitar and came again. He was powerful and the tables and chairs inside the inn exploded.

Zhou Jian took three steps in a row, saw a clear gap, and swept it with a sharp knife, and Chalma had no choice but to hide, and only heard a sting, his arm was cut into a big hole.

"Ah!" He was even screaming, and Zhou Jian's figure enveloped him, and the golden sword slashed out like a storm.

Bang bang bang bang!

He endured the severe pain and tried hard to resist until the scimitar was cut into a comb.
Chapter completed!