Brush—" As soon as he stood up straight, a golden light swirled towards him, and he hurriedly flashed, the golden light flew against the corner of his forehead, and the strong wind blew his skin painfully, "Click-" cut off the branches of a tree above his head.

A cool breath suddenly rose from the bottom of Yang Muyun's heart, and before he could come back to his senses, "Brush-" Two more golden lights flanked him, one left and one right, Yang Muyun could dodge one, seeing that the other could no longer be avoided, he pulled out the double-edged knife on his back with a "bang" and slashed towards the golden light, "Qiang-" There was a loud sound, and he only felt that his arm was numb. Jin Guang was knocked by the blade and turned back.

"What a strong force!" Yang Muyun was secretly frightened.

A faint sound of snow treading sounded in his ears, and his eyes moved, and several red figures approached him from different directions.

"One, two, three." He meditated in his heart, and three red-clothed lamas wearing red-tipped hats stood in three different directions, about three or four feet away from him.

Yang Muyun clenched the double-edged knife and looked at them vigilantly.

"It's a Han." The eldest lama directly opposite spoke. He was about forty years old, with a rough face and a pair of bright eyes.

The lamas on the left and right were younger, looking to be in their early thirties, swarthy and thin, with a fierce look in their eyes when they looked at Yang Muyun.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" The Great Lama stared at Yang Muyun and shouted in a deep voice.

Yang Muyun stared at him without saying a word.

"Senior brother," one of the young lamas said, "don't talk nonsense with him, take him and take him back to ask the master to send him down." ”

"Master?" Yang Muyun's heart moved, "Could it be that it is not spoiled?" ”

"Well," the big lama tapped his chin and said to Yang Muyun, "Boy, put the knife down." ”

Yang Muyun didn't seem to hear his words, the hand holding the knife tightened, and he could faintly see the green tendons on the back of his hand, and the three golden lights were the three golden cymbals thrown by the three lamas respectively, and the momentum was amazing, it can be seen that the martial arts of these three people are extraordinary, especially the golden cymbal that was broken at the end, and the strength was even more domineering. It's hard to entangle any person, and now with one against three, the odds are ...... Yang Muyun's eyebrows couldn't help but tremble.

"Senior brother, this kid doesn't seem to understand you," the other young lama smiled sadly, "let me take him down!" He took a step forward.

The Grand Lama nodded, "Ge Jie Zeng, be careful. ”

The lama smiled, the sleeves of his robe moved, and his figure leaped up.

Before the person got close, two golden rays of light burst out in front of Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun tapped his toes, volleyed a somersault, avoided these two golden lights, and slashed towards Ge Jiezeng's front door.

With a "poof-" sound, Ge Jie turned out a sharp blade in his sleeve to block Yang Muyun's slashing knife.

Yang Muyun's figure had not yet landed, and the other party changed his move very quickly, and the sharp blade stuck to the blade and stabbed Yang Muyun's chest.

Yang Muyun dodged sideways, and the double-edged knife flashed a cold light and slashed towards the side of Ge Jiezeng's neck......

The movements and moves of the two of them are extremely fast, and eight or nine moves have passed in an instant.

"This kid's martial arts are not low," the other young lama glanced at the big lama in surprise, "Ge Jie Zeng may not be able to take him." ”

The Grand Lama's face was blank, but his gaze became solemn.

At the beginning, seeing that Yang Muyun was young, Ge Jiezeng was quite contemptuous in his heart, who knew that he couldn't bear the other party even after more than ten moves, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. With a flick of the sleeves of his robe, two golden rays of light flew towards Yang Muyun, one left and one right, trying to block the space for him to dodge, and the sharp blade in his hand drew several sharp lights and shadows, mixed with the whining wind, as if he wanted to tear the young man into several pieces.

"Boom-", "Poof-" The sound of metal clash was followed by a dull sound of entering the flesh, and the golden light drew two long bright arcs on Yang Muyun's side, and the two sounds of "Click-" were deeply embedded in the trunks of the two trees.

Two figures, one red and one green, staggered like lightning.

The young lama's eyes widened, and the big lama's thick eyebrows were slightly raised.

A streak of blood splattered from Ge Jie Zeng's chest, and his body shook twice, and he fell headlong in the snow.

"Senior Brother Gejiezeng—" The young lama shouted, and ran forward to help Gejiezeng who had fallen in the snow, but saw that his eyes were closed, his face was like gold paper, and a long blood trough in his chest was still gushing blood.

The young lama turned to Yang Muyun, his eyes were red and his face was hideous, and after bandaging Gejiezeng briefly, he got up and ran to Yang Muyun......

"Zawang Rinji," the Grand Lama stopped him, "and you stand down." ”

"Senior brother......" Zha Wang Renji looked at the great lama with some unwillingness, but still stopped.

"Stand down—" the Grand Lama's voice was a little heavier, "you are no match for him. ”

Zha Wang Renji glanced at Yang Muyun fiercely, and retreated to Ge Jiezeng's side to re-examine his injuries.

"It's very rare for a young man to have such profound kung fu," the great lama's eyes were fixed on Yang Muyun and said, "The deity Qusang Dawa, may I ask what the title of the prince is?" ”

"You won't know if I say my name," Yang Muyun met his gaze and said lightly: "If you want to fight, why bother talking nonsense?" ”

The corners of Qu Sang Dawa's mouth twitched slightly, and his cuffs were slightly closed, "Then the boy will please!" ”

"Great Lama," Yang Muyun took a step back and arched his hand to him, "I'm here to find someone, and I don't want to fight with anyone, if you don't want to do it, then I'll rescue your companion first." As soon as he turned around, he suddenly felt a red shadow flash in front of him.

Qusang Dawa stopped in front of him at some point, "Childe, since you don't want to make a move with the deity, then please put down your blade, and as for your companion, the deity will have someone pull him out of the pit." ”

"Get out of the way!" Yang Muyun raised his eyebrows, drew his knife and slashed at him, but he slashed into the air.

Qusang Dawa flashed to the side like a ghost, "Childe, can't you finally help but do it?" ”

Yang Muyun was taken aback, this Qusang Dawa was much higher than the martial arts of the other two.

The two stood facing each other, both standing still.

Mo Buyu, who fell into the pit, couldn't help but shout loudly: "My lord, my lord, how are you?" It's okay......" Seeing that there was no response outside, he kept shouting.

Yang Muyun stood calmly for a while, but he couldn't stop screaming, and couldn't help but scold: "Shut up, ram the goods!" ”

"Whew-" A red figure floated in front of Yang Muyun's eyes, and when he spoke, Qusang Dawa made a move.

Yang Muyun just raised the knife, "Bang-" The crook of his right arm was hit by something, and the whole half of his body was numb, and he was horrified, and he hurriedly retreated.

Qusang Dawa's hands were still in his sleeves, and he couldn't tell what weapon he had just used. He didn't wait for Yang Muyun to stand firm, and then bullied himself in front of him, and as soon as his sleeves moved, a cold wind came to his face.

"Ding-" Yang Muyun's blade seemed to touch something hard, and the force was unloaded without a trace. He secretly said strange in his heart, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly flashed, "snort-" sounded, his shoulder seemed to have been scraped by something, and it hurt hotly.

After two moves in a row, Yang Muyun became more and more shocked in his heart, staring intently at his cuffs.

"Brush-" The sudden sound of breaking wind sounded behind him, Yang Muyun looked sideways, a golden light had rolled like the wind, and as soon as he turned to one side, a strong wind hit his temple. He didn't want to move his wrist, and the double-edged knife picked up a circle of light around his body......

"Keng-", "Ding-" The sound of gold and iron was followed by a crisp sound, a golden cymbal had been knocked away, and Yang Muyun's blade was also entangled in something.

This is a string of prayer beads, all of which are jet black, and at first glance they are made of fine iron.

"It turns out that this is his weapon," Yang Muyun said secretly, "No wonder it hurts so much on his body." ”

The two of them put away their swords and retreated.

Qusang Dawa's eyes flashed, "Boy, there are really two hits, no wonder it's so rampant!" ”

"My companion and I are just passing through here, why does the master keep bothering me?" Yang Muyun didn't want to entangle with him all the time, so he said in a slow tone.

"Where is the path?" Qusang Dawa sneered, "Did you remember to defend yourself at this time?" It's a pity it's late! ”

"If you disturb the three Qing cultivators, my companions and I will make amends to you," Yang Muyun secretly said, "Why should the master bother with each other? ”

"Do you want to leave after hurting someone and making amends? Isn't that too cheap? Qusang Dawapi said with a smile: "You are not an ordinary passerby, but a master of the Ming court who deliberately tracked down here, you must have found something, right?" ”

"The master's words are a little incomprehensible," Yang Mu

The corners of Yun's mouth curled and said, "I think you have a misunderstanding, farewell!" He arched his hand, turned and walked away.

"Want to go?" Qu Sang Dawa narrowed his eyes, his figure was already floating, and with a slight effort of his hand holding the rosary, several rosary beads had flown out, directly taking the "big vertebrae", "Lingtai", and "Life Gate" acupoints behind Yang Muyun.

"Ding Ding Ding-" Yang Muyun was already on guard, twisted his body and drew several bright arcs, knocking the prayer beads one by one.

"Good kung fu, you can take it again." Qusang Dawa's ten fingers moved slightly, and the sound of "snort-" was loud, and dozens of prayer beads flew towards Yang Muyun like hail rain.

"Ding Ding Dong-" Yang Muyun held the knife in both hands, and his body was like a sharp arrow through this flying rosary and went straight to Qusang Dawa.

A few rosary beads hit Yang Muyun's shoulders and thighs, splashing blood, but he didn't realize it, and his arrow-like pace did not stop at all. "Knock-" The last rosary hit Yang Muyun's chest, his body shook, and his figure froze forward.

The corners of his eyes curled up, and he unleashed his golden cymbals, ready to meet him for the final blow. But when he saw Yang Muyun's left wrist move, a black mang flew towards his throat like lightning.

Caught off guard, he tried to dodge but it was too late, and as soon as his head was a little off, the black mang had already hit his neck......

"Poof—" An arrow slanted into Qusang Dawa's neck, and although it deviated slightly from his throat, it was deep into the flesh. His eyes widened suddenly, his expression of disbelief began, and his wheezing began to grow a little heavier.

He ...... There is such a move. Qusang Dawa's vision of looking at Yang Muyun gradually became blurred, Yang Muyun took a few steps towards him, and it seemed that he finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to his knees in the snow with a thud.

Qusang Dawa was dizzy, blood gushed from his neck, and he stumbled and fell into the snow.

"Senior brother......" Zha Wang Renji exclaimed, and he didn't care about the increase in Gejie in his arms, so he rushed forward, but saw the always solemn and graceful Senior Brother Qusang Dawa rolling his eyes, his body twitching, and blood flowing out of his neck.

Yang Muyun's situation was slightly better, but the acupoint in his chest was hit by the opponent's iron rosary, and the breath in his chest was not smooth, and his eyes were blackened, and his shoulders and thighs were also hit by the rosary, and his hands and feet were a little numb, and he couldn't exert half of his strength.

Zha Wang Renji looked sad and indignant, took out a ring knife from his cuffs, and brandished it and ran towards Yang Muyun.

Yang Muyun took a deep breath and reluctantly raised the double-edged knife in his hand......

The double-edged knife of "Keng-" was slashed by the ring knife in Zha Wang Renji's hand, and Yang Muyun's body shook. Immediately followed by a kick of "Tom-", Zha Wang Renji kicked Yang Muyun in the chest, kicking him on his back and falling.

"I want to avenge the two senior brothers, Qusang Dawa and Gejiezeng." Zawang Renji's face twisted hideously, and he held the ring knife high in both hands, and was about to poke it hard.

Yang Muyun exerted the last bit of strength in his body, raised his left elbow slightly, and "snort" A sleeve arrow flew out and accurately pierced into Zha Wang Renji's throat.

Zha Wang Renji's eyes widened, his mouth snorted, and as soon as his raised hands were loosened, the ring knife fell vertically, sticking to Yang Muyun's cheek and inserting it into the snow.

"It's so dangerous-" Before Yang Muyun could catch his breath, his eyes were dark and he fainted.

Zawang Renji clutched his hands around his neck, blood seeped out from his fingers, and he staggered a few steps before falling to the ground.

The earth was silent again, and in the distance, several more figures appeared.

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When Yang Muyun woke up, he found that he was locked in a wooden cage. Mo Buyu looked at himself with a happy face, "My lord, you finally woke up, but you scared me to death." "I patted my chest, as if I was a little afraid.

"Where am I?" Yang Muyun looked outside the wooden cage and saw a group of big men in fur suits standing outside, carrying bows and arrows and scimitars at their waists, all of them were very fierce.

"I don't know," Mo Buyu lowered his voice, "I was covered in a net, pulled out of the pit, and then locked up here with you." ”

"Who are these, bandits or bandits?" Yang Muyun asked again.

"It's not like that," Mo Buyu shook his head, a strange color in his eyes, "We seem to have found the person we are looking for." ”

Mo Buyu's words shocked Yang Muyun's whole body.