The young woman was wearing a blue robe, and she was all the way with the old man in the blue robe, and when she heard the words of the old man in the blue robe, she immediately returned the sword to the sheath, and took out the short arrow again to pull the string and load.

The eighth master may have suffered a loss from the crossbow before, seeing that she pulled the string, did not retreat but advanced, stopped climbing and dived quickly, and without waiting for Lan Ling'er to load the short arrow, he had already rushed to the front, forcing Lan Ling'er to use his sword to protect herself.

Seeing that the eighth master dealt with it properly, Nanfeng put his mind at ease, moved left and right, and the long sword came out frequently, after the eighth master came back, he had an extra layer of concerns, and he had no intention of fighting, he just wanted to end the battle as soon as possible and leave here.

Dongyuan purple qi is supplemented by the Xuantie long sword, and then with the help of the mixed yuan divine skill, fighting and killing a martial artist is like a lion fighting a rabbit, destroying the withering and decaying, and the blocker is invincible, and more than ten people are killed in an instant.

After slashing and slashing a cadre of martial artists who rushed to his side, Nanfeng looked up distractedly, only to see that Lan Ling'er had already loaded a short arrow at some point, and was trying to attack the eighth master with a strong crossbow, and the eighth master flew and churned on her side, trying her best to dodge, so that she could not aim.

Judging from the trajectory of the eighth master's flight, the eighth master wanted to make a detour to the west, throw off the opponent and come to pick him up, and the white crane under the blue spirit seat also spied on the eighth master's intentions, fluttered his wings and flew quickly, and tried his best to catch up.

The eighth master ran for a long time, and he was already very tired at this time, and he repeatedly changed directions, but he could not get rid of the white crane.

After a brief observation, a group of warriors swarmed again, and one of them took advantage of the south wind to attack the others, throwing out the rope hook and grabbing the burden behind him.

Although the south wind turned his back to his opponent, he could hear the argument, and the sword cut the rope, and the hook was reversed.

As soon as there were many warriors who rushed to the front, they could only retreat the enemy with a spin kill, and when they swung their swords back again, they suddenly found that the purple qi flashed in front of them, and there was purple qi in front of him, and in his impression, there were only six people who were cultivating above the mountain, including Tianmozi, and they were all on the periphery.

The purple qi master who suddenly appeared beside him was naturally an ambush deliberately set up by the other party, although he didn't know what this person was going to do, but he could know what this person would roughly do, sneak attack, hide his figure and approach quietly, the purpose must be a sneak attack.

Sensing something wrong, he immediately stopped and closed the momentum, and at the same time the air gushed out of the spring, turning into a sharp spin and turning backwards.

When he turned back, he noticed a sharp pain in his right ribs, and he didn't know if the previous response was correct, and when he landed and stood still, he saw a Jianghu martial artist wearing a cloth shirt with his left arm on the ground, and bounced away with his strength, and this person grabbed a Qingfeng long sword in his right hand, which was sharp and extraordinary.

This cloth is light purple in popularity and holds sharp weapons, but its dress is vulgar, which is naturally the result of its deliberate disguise.

This person's sneak attack is over, and he has the intention to retreat, according to his retreating posture, it is not difficult to see that this person was lying flat on the ground before, secretly erecting a long sword, waiting for him to spin around, if he had closed a little late, he had been cut off at this time.

Seeing that the sneak attacker was trying to slip away, Nanfeng didn't care to check his injuries, and kicked a sword-wielding warrior away, so that he could use his strength to fight back and chase after him.

Outside the three zhang were all warriors of shape* shapes, and when he chased after him, the man had already retreated behind the crowd.

The pursuit was blocked, Nanfeng was angry, the long sword turned into a knife, slashed left and right, and after a few people were ambushed, he exposed a narrow gap, raised his right arm, and rushed out his left palm, and struck out the Xuantie long sword hard.

The sneak attacker was looking for a gap behind the people at this time, and when he found that gap, the dark iron sword had already flown in.

The dark iron comes from the top of the nine heavens, which can break the aura of the body, and the distance is close, but it is only two zhang, and it can't allow the person to react, and when he finds the gap, the long sword is in the forehead, and he is killed instantly.

This person didn't expect that Nanfeng would abandon his weapon in the melee, and the others didn't expect that after a short period of shock, he found that Nanfeng had lost his weapon, and shouted to come up and fight.

After losing the long sword, Nanfeng first raised his right foot, kicked a martial artist who rushed to the front to fly, and then came out with both fists, repelling the two martial artists in front of him, and taking advantage of the retreat of the two, rushing into Zhangxu.

When the two of them retreated, they knocked down the warriors, and the retreat was gradually neutralized, and when the two no longer retreated, the south wind had already deceived him, and his hands came out, grabbed the collars of the two and swept his arms around, and used the two as weapons to sweep away.

Everyone knew that he had come to this place to fight in order to retrieve his weapon, and he immediately rubbed himself back after being forced to retreat, but by this time Nanfeng had already thrown away the two warriors and pulled out the meteorite sword from the head of the sneak attacker.

Bare hands have the advantage of bare hands, weapons have the use of weapons, although the use of weapons can not be done like an arm, but with the help of the sharpness of the weapon to reduce the wear and tear of the aura, when the melee, the role of the weapon is particularly important.

Seeing that he took back the long sword, everyone subconsciously retreated and avoided, Nanfeng took the opportunity to rise and fall down, at this time the eighth master was still entangled with the white crane in the air, and I don't know if he was too tired or injured by a short arrow, his flight speed was greatly reduced, and the transposition was not very flexible, the young woman named Lan Ling'er had already put away her crossbow, held the long sword, rode the white crane, and chased and attacked.

After determining the status quo of the eighth master, Nanfeng observed his own injury, the long sword used by the sneak attacker was very sharp, the robe was opened half a foot, and the flesh and skin had been injured, at this moment, the blood had wet the hem of the clothes, and being able to move meant that it had not hurt the muscles and bones, and a large amount of blood loss showed that the injury was not light, and he had many experiences of blood loss, and he knew the consequences of a large amount of blood loss, and he must try to stop the bleeding.

With a twist of thought, he raised his hand and grabbed a corpse, reached over it, and shouted loudly, "Honghuang Dao, borrow the law!"

The biggest difference between martial artists and Taoists is that martial artists don't know spells, and they don't know spells, so they are naturally afraid of spells.

Just when everyone was anxiously waiting for Nanfeng to cast a domineering spell, Nanfeng did not cast a spell, but took the opportunity to rip off the corpse's linen roll and make a wide strip to tie around his waist.

The art of war is cloudy, knowing oneself and knowing the enemy, invincible in a hundred battles, facing the enemy in battle, it is very important to find out the opponent's temperament, and can deduce what the opponent may do, but what makes these warriors bitter is that until now they can't figure out the temperament of the south wind, true and false, false and real, and they don't know whether to believe his words or ignore his words.

Although the wound was temporarily bandaged, it could not completely stop the bleeding after all, when Nanfeng made a move, he once again observed the battle in the sky with the corner of his eye, the eighth master was young after all, and he didn't have much experience with the enemy, so he always wanted to get rid of the opponent and come to pick him up, and the white crane that Lan Ling'er was riding should be an old bird, and he didn't need Lan Ling'er's command to know how to intercept, and he also knew how to change the angle, so that Lan Ling'er could easily shoot.

The eighth master ran thousands of miles within a pair of hours, and at this time he was very tired, and the white crane has been recuperating in the West Mountain, this time he was energetic, and after gaining the upper hand, he became more and more unbridled, not only rushing and pecking, but also probing his claws to scratch when he got the opportunity, although the crane claws were not as sharp as the eagle, they could also tear off the feathers and scratch the flesh.

Even if he can still fight, Nanfeng has no intention of fighting again, and the eighth master is in a worrying situation, so he must leave as soon as possible.

There are a total of six purple qi masters on the periphery, divided into different directions, the old man in the blue robe is guarding the west side, the other old man of Qingyang Temple is guarding the south side, the old man who sent out the sleeve arrow before is guarding the north, Tian Mozi is guarding the east, and the remaining two are in the northeast and southeast respectively.

At present, it is known that Tianmozi is a Dongyuan cultivator, and the other few people should all be living in the mountains, and if they want to leave, they must get rid of the group of stalkers around them, and they must avoid the sleeve arrows of the donkey-faced old man, in addition to facing the interception of Tianmozi, Tianmozi is a Dongyuan cultivator, and he must also practice the body method, he is not sure that he can beat this person in the body method.

The eighth master was tired, he flew hard, his speed was slow, and he suffered even more, and under the siege of the white crane and Lan Ling'er, there were frequent dangers.

Seeing this, the south wind became more and more anxious, and when attacking and defending, he was anxious to think of countermeasures, and at this time the donkey-faced old man was six or seven feet away from him, and he had to try to get rid of this person.

The warriors used different weapons, mostly swords, clubs, and less spears, and after looking around to the left and right, Nanfeng had a plan, and deliberately chose his opponents when attacking and killed them, and killed them in the area he chose.

When he was ready, Nanfeng put the sword back into the sheath, his body quickly turned left, and when he rotated, he grabbed a gun, turned around and threw it at the donkey-faced old man, and then spin, and then got another shot, and then threw out, and then spin, and then pulled out a spear, took it in one hand, and rushed forward.

The donkey-faced old man had just flown the two spears before, and the spears were close to the door, this person was not a mediocre hand after all, and his reaction was also fast, he leaned back quickly, and the spear stabbed sharply against the tip of his nose.

Seeing that he had not been stabbed at this person, Nanfeng immediately let go of his hand and abandoned the spear, reached down with his five fingers, grabbed the person's hair bun, shrugged his shoulders and raised his arms, and threw him forward.

After a throw, he didn't let go, and threw his backhand again, and the donkey-faced old man threw himself to the ground twice, and the five organs of the fall were displaced, and the world was spinning.

Seeing that this man was unsteady on his feet, Nanfeng loosened his bun and threw his fists together, like a hammer beating a drum, and slammed into his chest and abdomen.

Seeing that the donkey-faced old man was in danger, the blue-robed old man who was standing closer, as well as Tian Mozi and another purple qi master, jumped out at the same time, trying to rescue, Tian Mozi was the highest cultivator, and he was the first to come.

At this time, the south wind was facing the northwest, and was storming the chest and abdomen of the donkey-faced old man, Tianmozi volleyed into the air, and the purple qi was urgent, infusing the right arm, and did not warn before it got close, and the right fist rushed out, straight to the heart of the south wind.

Nanfeng is waiting for this moment, the reason why he did not cut off the head of the donkey-faced old man with a sword, but smashed it with a fist, is to hide and brew the next move, the essence of the mixed yuan magic skill has two, one is a double shot, the other is the recoil reciprocation, the so-called recoil reciprocation, that is, the previous move failed, the aura will return to the dantian to help the second move, the second blow misses, the aura will meet the dantian again, to help the third attack, to put it bluntly, the third move after the two moves fail, will condense the three moves with all their strength.

Before Tian Mozi arrived, although he made a move, he didn't really hit the donkey-faced old man, in order to kill Tian Mozi in one fell swoop with the backlash of the Mixed Yuan Divine Skill and the triple spiritual energy.

Turning around suddenly, his fists and palms touched, Tian Mozi snorted, vomited blood and flew upside down.

The south wind lunged forward, slammed on the sky from mid-air, and jumped up with his strength while making up the moves, and swept towards the eighth master.

Seeing him coming, the eighth master was shocked and leaned over to pick him up.

Lan Linger was unwilling and drove the crane to chase after her.

"Don't fall in love with war, quickly retreat. The old man in the blue robe shouted a warning.

Lan Ling'er heard the warning, and hurriedly drove the white crane to turn around and fly west.

The south wind fell on the back of the eighth master, and the air gushed out, sending qi to help, "catch up and kill it......"