Seeing that the two white-clothed swordsmen did not listen to the dissuasion, Yang Yi sighed and had no choice but to follow. This is a helpless thing, looking at the birds and birds flying in the mountains and forests on both sides, needless to say, I also know that there are many fierce people inside, if I don't follow these two people, I may turn around and be nailed into skewers by those rope arrows, and then Xiao Liang and Guo Mu have not heard from them for a long time, Yang Yi is extremely worried, and must go in to see what the situation is.

The path of the cliff where the monk was located was built around the mountain, and it was necessary to circle the mountain several times to climb to the top. The white-clothed swordsman and his wife walked like flying in front, and Yang Yi in the back worked hard to barely keep up.

"Whew... Call... Fuck it! I'm going to be tired of the master! Finally, Yang Yi finally followed the two of them to the top of the mountain, and he didn't care about any image, he sat on the ground with his tongue stretched out and panted, and the coffee on the side looked extremely relaxed, jumping in front of Yang Yi, his tail swaying, as if he was laughing at Yang Yi for feeling hollowed out.

Yang Yi pointed to the coffee and scolded: "Huhu.... Don't be complacent, you little, phew... Lao Tzu is just in a bad state! ”

Yang Yi suddenly felt that something was wrong, the white-clothed swordsman in front of him stood there without moving, slowly turned his head, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

I saw that the hill below did not look too big, but at the top was an open and spacious platform. The floor of the platform is made of countless bluestones, and the surrounding area is bare, with a small tower with a strange shape in the middle. The whole platform looks like a ring, as if it were an altar,

On the opposite side of Yang Yi and the others, a smooth ropeway spans the two mountains, and there is also a large square pavilion at the other end of the ropeway, and at this time it is full of people, and at the same time there is a corpse lying on the ground.

Yang Yi only swept the audience and saw the form clearly, the group of people sitting inside should be the disciples of the Blossom Valley, at this time, most of these people were pale, short of breath and meditating on the god of the underworld, obviously either poisoned or seriously injured.

There was a white figure standing in front of the crowd, this figure Yang Yi was very familiar with, wasn't it the prosperous saint who had a relationship on the shore of Lotus Seed Lake at the beginning.

I saw that although the prosperous saint was standing in front of the crowd with a sword, her feet were very unstable, her right hand was caressing her chest, and the white veil still covered her face was dripping with blood, obviously she was also seriously injured and just struggling to support herself.

The white-clothed swordsman and his wife were very angry when they saw such a scene, and the woman in green called out to the prosperous saintess: "Is there anything wrong with the saint?" What about the valley owner? ”

The Blossoming Saintess was still talking, but a middle-aged man from the crowd on the other side looked at the white-clothed swordsman and smiled; "It's better for the two of you to come early, than to come by chance!"

"Elder He?" The white-clothed swordsman frowned.

The prosperous saint said coldly: "He Qu is sick and has already voted for the fierce people." ”

The white-clothed swordsman took a deep breath and slowly pulled out the ring knife behind his back, he already understood why he must have come to attack the Valley of Flowers with the fierce people.

He Qubing didn't seem to care, and still smiled: "Zhang Junxin, Shu Ruoyi, you left the Valley of Flowers with the old witch of Kongsana back then, and now the two of you have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, and you have long had little contact with the Valley of Flowers. ”

The white-clothed swordsman looked at He Quai, the disdain in his eyes was indescribable, and he didn't want to talk to him, so he shook the ring knife in his hand and rushed towards He Quai.

He Quai's face froze: "I don't know what to do!" ”

He Qu didn't say anything more, took out an arm-length iron pen from behind his waist, and rushed up to meet the white-clothed swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman opened and closed widely, without much change, and slashed down with the momentum on the top of the head of He Quai, and the knife was powerful and heavy, as if it was going to split He Qu Sick in half.

He Qu was startled, and his body hurriedly deviated to the side, and at the same time, the iron pen in his hand struck out.

"Boom !!"

There was a huge sound of iron weapons striking, and everyone was a little trembling, which showed the great strength.

Although most of the strength of the ring knife was removed, the iron pen in He Quai's hand almost came out.

Under one move, the high and low are immediate. He Quzhi no longer dared to fight with the white-clothed swordsman, and while retreating backwards, he used his body to avoid a hard encounter with the big ring knife as much as possible.

However, the white-clothed swordsman did not say that the knife strength was extremely large, but there was no slackness in the body method of opening and closing, and he took a step out of illness, and he also followed closely and stuck to it.

He Quzhi was shocked in his heart, he never thought that the white-clothed swordsman whose martial arts were under him back then would be a great sword realm in just a few years, otherwise he would not be able to support himself and come up alone to fight anyway, and if he went on like this, he would definitely become the ghost of the white-clothed swordsman without dozens of moves.

The two fought for another twenty or thirty rounds, and He Qu was embarrassed to dodge a knife from the knifeman, and the bluestone bricks on the ground were splashed with slag and gravel, and He Quai, who was difficult to support, shouted: "The national teacher helps me!" ”

The monk who was standing on the side and watched said with a smile: "Since the two donors are fighting alone, if the poor monk makes a move, he may hurt the Zhang donor, which is unfair." ”

He Qu was anxious when he heard this, and was about to say more, but he heard the white-clothed swordsman laugh and say, "Haha! Fan mouthed out wild words! If you want to go up, you will go together, and it will be too troublesome for me to kill them one by one! ”

When the monk heard this, his eyes showed a cold glow: "Okay! The poor monk came to learn how to get the famous gentleman's heart knife in the world! ”

Saying that, the monk took off the robe full of blue beads on his shoulders, stepped into the battle group in three or two steps, and the robe in his hand was like a canopy towards the white-clothed swordsman. The strange thing is that the blue bead on the robe does not know what object it is made of, and the big ring knife that splits the stone like mud only makes a "rubbing" piercing sound on the blue bead, but it fails to cut it off.

The monk smiled, and the robe let the big ring knife cover the white-clothed swordsman again. The white-clothed swordsman didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly avoided to the right, who knew that his waist was cold, and he saw that He Qu was sick and had taken advantage of the situation to attack.

The white-clothed swordsman took a step back vigorously, and then narrowly avoided it.

With the addition of the monk, the situation in the field immediately changed sharply, and the weapons of the white-clothed swordsman were already restrained by the strange robe everywhere, and he took the opportunity to sneak attack on the side, even Yang Yi, who did not know martial arts, could see that the white-clothed swordsman was in danger.

"Damn, this fierce man is really shameless!" Yang Yi scolded in a low voice.

was in a hurry, and suddenly the woman in Tsing Yi standing in front of her pulled out the thin sword at her waist and rushed into the battle group in broken steps.

The woman in Tsing Yi didn't say much, and when she came up, she said, "Woo Woo!" With a few sounds, the thin sword pulled out several sword flowers at a speed invisible to the naked eye and went straight to the vital point of the monk.

Fan Seng noticed that a strong wind was blowing in his ears, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he quickly withdrew the robe that attacked the white-clothed swordsman, and rolled it his chest, turning the robe into a cloth wall to block the sword flower.

Who knew that the delicate and sharp sword flower seemed to have eyes, and it did not hit the robe and blue beads, but just broke through the gap. If it weren't for the monk's timely response and quick retreat, there might have been a few more blood holes on his body.

Seeing this, the white-clothed swordsman on the side didn't give the monk a chance to stop at all, and slashed sideways with a knife. He Quai, who was beside the monk, was trying to come to the rescue, and several sword flowers greeted him, and he was so frightened that he had to retreat to dodge, and the white-clothed swordsman and the woman in Tsing Yi tacitly exchanged positions in the blink of an eye.

For a while, the white-clothed swordsman and the woman in Tsing Yi were fierce with a knife, and the other was as sharp as a snake, the swords complemented each other, the attack and defense were tacit and in one go, and they had almost entered the realm of swords and swords.

"Haha! Good! The monk looked at his robe full of sores that was picked up by a thin sword, and said with a smile: "If you want your heart, I mean like your heart!" A sword and a sword are really pleasing to the eye! ”

The monk casually threw away the robe in his hand, pinched a Buddha's hand, and commanded backwards: "Take my Zen staff!" The poor monk should take a good look at the rumored seamless Junxin Sword and Ruoyi Sword! ”