There were more than a dozen people left, and they rushed over directly.

Two of them rushed to Hyun Jin and went to help the tiger.

"Xuanyang, Xuanyu, be careful. ”

Xuan Zhen admonished, and the dagger swirled flexibly in the palm of his hand, and he took the initiative to walk towards the three of them.

"Whatever means are used, now is not the time to hide. The tiger said to the two of them, and greeted them like a tank.

"What a fool, people have more strength than you, and they are still fighting brute force here. ”

The man's name was Wu Fei, he scolded, turned to the side, felt out a thin short blade, and pinched a paper bag in his left hand, looking for an opportunity.

The other man was called Wang Su, he had no weapons, and with both hands, the tiger rushed out, and he followed and rushed forward.

On the other side, the remaining twelve people from the six doors had already rushed into the group of Taoist priests.

More than forty Taoist priests, facing twelve people, had the upper hand in numbers.

But the twelve of them pounced on the sheep like wolves, and every few seconds, one of them lay on the ground, and he was so weak that he couldn't help it.

"That's all that big guy can do, what's the rest?"

A man smirked contemptuously, his body nimbly weaving through the crowd.

Facing the Taoist priest who came with a sword in front of him, he bent his fingers sideways, flicked on the blade of the sword, and slashed at the Taoist priest's wrist with a hand knife, and then kicked him in the knee violently, and the Taoist priest let go of the sword and fell to the ground on his knees.

The man suddenly kicked on the ground, stepped up on his knees, and slammed the Taoist priest in the face.

The sound of the nasal bones smashing, listening to the sore teeth of the people.

"It's boring. ”

The man shrugged his shoulders and took another step closer to the door.

A clear-eyed Taoist priest suddenly appeared and smashed his head into his face.

The man's eyes lit up, and he raised his hand to pat it away, but he felt that his palm was a little numb, and he sighed lightly, showing a little attention.

"Xuanyu, don't be reluctant if you can't deal with it. A voice rang out not far away.

The man snorted when he saw the delicate-eyed Taoist priest in front of him, and said while taking the initiative to make a move: "Deal with it." ”

"Little white face, you can't beat me. The man dodged and laughed.

Xuanyu's eyes glared: "Who are you calling a little white face?"

"You, tsk, it's so white, it's red in white, and your figure is not bad, you often practice martial arts, right?"

"The little white face has to look like a little white face, why are you so fierce?"

"!" Xuanyu burst into a foul mouth, suddenly increasing her speed, and her fist landed on the man's shoulder.

The latter retreated in pain, shook his shoulders and said, "The milk is fierce, come on, press my brother again." ”

"Press your uncle!"

Xuanyu took the moment to glance at Xuanzhen, and the guy held up another one.

You can't be left behind.

Luck to the legs, the speed is a few points faster, and the foot is stepping on the gossip dragon step, and the man feels that this little white face suddenly disappears in front of him.

Then I felt a strong attack on the back collar and waist, and my body suddenly took off.

"Drink!"

Xuanyu shouted, lifted the man into the air, and smashed it down.

Raise your foot and stomp on his face.

The man slapped his hands indiscriminately, trying to bounce up, but Xuanyu stepped on his stomach with a kick, and he almost squirted out of the overnight meal.

Xuanyu stomped around, grabbed a stone, squatted down and smashed it at the man's face.

After smashing a few times, he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming, and he was just about to dodge, but one foot had already kicked him on the ground and rolled around twice.

"Waste one. The man who kicked and attacked scolded the man who looked at the man with a bloody face and was unconscious.

looked up at Xuanyu: "The little white face is quite capable of fighting." ”

"Uncle Bai!"

Xuanyu clutched the stone, his face full of anger.

On the other end, Chen Yang stopped six.

These people are not much worse than Liu Yuanji, and they cooperate very tacitly.

The other party is very cautious, Chen Yang's fists and feet have not yet attacked, and the other party has already retreated early.

If he pursues, immediately others will attack.

It gave him a sense of suffocation that had nowhere to go.

The rest of the people were like no one, more than forty Taoist priests, and only about twenty were left in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yang was a little anxious when he saw it.

If this continues, when the rest of the people are defeated, the three Dao Masters of the inner room may not be able to stop them.

He didn't know how much strength the three of them in Mingbei were, after all, they hadn't fought each other.

If there is a kung fu like Xuanzhen and himself, he may be able to cope with it.

"It's so hard to slap a little white face?"

A woman solved a Taoist priest, looked at Xuanyu, sneered, and suddenly kicked to the side to solve a Taoist priest who was going to do something to herself.

Then he took out a paper bag from his pocket and threw it out while Xuanyu was unprepared.

The white lime powder greeted the air, and the Xuanyu sleeve robe waved one after another, but he was still blinded by the lime.

At the same time, the same situation happened to Xuan Zhen's side.

Wu Fei sprinkled lime, followed in small steps, and stabbed Xuan Zhen with a short blade in his hand.

Xuan Zhen closed his eyes and stepped back, relying on his senses, to kick Wu Fei's wrist while throwing out the dagger in his hand.

He heard the sound of daggers sinking into flesh, and he heard the sound of the other party's slight screams.

The ears moved, and someone sneaked up.

Xuan Zhen squatted down suddenly, waved his right hand, grabbed the opponent's lower body, felt the opponent's body tense, he squeezed it hard in his hand, and at the same time smashed the opponent's throat with a fist.

"Uh......"

The sneak attack Wang Su's eyes almost popped out, and the sharp pain in his lower body made his body weak and weak, and a throat seal directly made him half dead, lying on the ground and convulsing.

Xuan Zhen stood up slowly, listened to all directions, his legs were slightly bent for half a minute, his hands were high and low, but he put on a small frame of Taijiquan.

"Wang Su is abolished. The tiger clutched his still bleeding stomach and said to Wu Fei, who had been thrown once and stabbed in the shoulder.

Wu Fei's eyes were fierce, he opened his mouth silently, and made a gesture to him.

The two of them stepped on their feet and walked silently.

The tiger took the lead and rushed up quickly, Wu Fei grabbed a stone and smashed it at Xuan Zhen's feet.

Xuan Zhen twisted his eyebrows, judging the truth and the false, seeing the tiger approaching, Xuan Zhen's five fingers opened and pinched his wrist accurately, his armpit was empty, and he took it back, and the tiger lost its center of gravity and pounced forward.

Xuan Zhen flew into the air, and the head and feet of the person were reversed in mid-air, turning from back to front, and stepping on the tiger's waist with both feet on the ground.

"Click!"

With a weight of two hundred catties, he stepped on it violently, no matter how strong the tiger's body was, this waist could not be broken again.

Wu Fei had cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his lips trembled slightly, he cursed secretly, and threw out the thin short blade in his hand.

Xuan Zhen's ears moved slightly, and he opened his head sideways to dodge, but Wu Fei killed at the same time, reaching out and grabbing the half-flying short blade.

Seeing that Xuan Zhen reacted quickly and split his palm, Wu Fei bent his legs, slid on his knees on the ground, and left a knife on Xuan Zhen's calf with a short blade in his hand, and then rolled on the spot to avoid Xuan Zhen's timely change of move.

Before Xuan Zhen's right foot was closed, he felt a pain in his left leg, and his body was stunned, and he almost fell.

Wu Fei breathed heavily, with some smugness in his eyes.

"You're dead. Wu Fei couldn't help but say proudly.

Hyun Zhen's left foot was on tiptoe, maintaining a small shelf, with an expressionless face, and there was an aura that was calm and unhurried, but made people feel oppressed.