In the twenty-sixth section, the man's body was as slippery as his knife technique, and his body twisted in the air like a noodle, and he had already flashed Wu Ming's sword, stretched forward his right palm, and pressed straight towards Wu Ming's chest. Wu Ming used his sword with all his strength, and he had already used his moves to an extremely old age. At this time, it was too late to return to the sword to protect himself, and in desperation, he had to stretch out his left palm and barely meet the opponent's attack.

"Smack-"

The two palms intersected, making a crisp sound, Wu Ming hurriedly attacked, and the ten success forces could only exert three to four percent, where the enemy could beat the opponent's full strength, he only felt that his throat was sweet, and the blood was about to burst out. In the midst of the crisis, a fiery red tip suddenly stretched out from the right side, and stabbed the man with a spear. The man's complexion changed, and he leaned back sharply, sliding backwards as fast as he could. There was a soft sound of "poof", and this shot was pierced right in the place where he was standing just now, but he was slow for half a moment, and he would definitely not escape the fate of piercing the abdomen.

Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, but heard Yang Xiong say in his ears: "Lord Wu, now that the qi machine is pulling, the power of their formation has been broken, so there is no need to be so desperate." ”

It was Yang Xiong who saved his life, but he had just rescued him, but he didn't expect to be returned immediately. Wu Ming didn't know what it was like at this time, but now was the time to sigh, he stood firm and hurriedly looked around.

At this time, more than eighty soldiers of the Guards Battalion had already formed a four-different formation according to Wu Ming's orders, and collided with the other party's three hundred people again. This formation was improvised, and it was extremely jerky to run, and it looked extremely awkward. But with the handover between the two sides, only a loud "bang" was heard, as if two huge iron plates collided together at the same time, making a deafening sound. Wu Ming's heart was also shocked, but when he saw that this strange "Three Talent Array" only slowed down, and then began to spin again, he couldn't help but let out a long breath.

It's just that although this formation was stable, the warriors were still forced by these monks to retreat step by step. If this continues, defeat is only a matter of time.

You Luli ran to Wu Ming at this time and said, "Lord Wu, if it goes on like this, how can you do it, just tell the soldiers to rush and rush over." Hurry, the time is coming. ”

Wu Ming was also holding back his anger at this time, and replied angrily: "What are you rushing?" It's okay not to be forced off the snow cliff entirely, and it's still rushing. ”

"You ......"

Yululi's willow eyebrows were upside down, and she slammed her whip on the snow, her hands on her hips, and she wanted to get angry.

At this time, a loud fat promise sounded in the distance: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Bitter Water Daoist, you are too unauthentic, you deceived us, but you turned around to deal with my Han people." They all say that their families don't speak, but today I want to find you to have a good theory. Wu Ming followed the prestige, but saw that where the monks were standing just now, I don't know when a large group of Taoist priests in green clothes came out, each holding a finger dust sword, but it was also neat. At the beginning, a middle-aged Taoist priest was holding a large dust whisk nearly five feet long in his hand, and the snow wind was cold, blowing him in a green coat and dust to the side, as if the whole person wanted to ride the wind away.

But now the bitter water is bitter in his heart, and there is still time to answer.

He and the Persian man were fighting against Wu Ming and Yang Xiong, and the four of them were fighting each other, and the true anger was overflowing, and the snow foam and snow blocks were so excited that they flew up, as if they were all pasted on a transparent jar, and they circled around the four of them. Yululi jumped over, raised a whip and whipped it, and then joined the battle group, his hands were even tighter, and he wanted to defend himself, but he was almost hit by Yululi's whip on the bald head, so he snorted angrily, and simply shut up.

"Ah, Uncle Daoyun, don't be so angry, extinguish the fire, we're very busy now, and when we solve the matter in front of us, I will definitely explain to you." The bitter water monk was not available, but the masked woman's voice was heard from afar at this time.

Dao Yun seemed to be taken aback, and replied a little exaggeratedly: "I said Princess Esther, don't entertain the poor Dao, according to the seniority, we are still the same generation, if you continue to call it like this, the poor Dao is really called old by you." ”

As soon as the words fell, he raised his voice sharply again, and said in a loud voice: "It seems that the Daoist friends of the bitter water have no time to pay attention to me, so it doesn't matter, the junior disciples are now in the past, and they have a good discussion with these Daoists of the Temple." ”

Those Taoist priests heard Dao Yun say this, and they didn't say much, so they ran towards the battle circle. Wu Ming only felt dazzled for a while, and his green clothes were flying. In the blink of an eye, these green-shirted Taoist priests had already arrived at the battle group. These Taoist priests didn't know that there was so much anger there, and as soon as they joined the battle group, they didn't say much, whisking the dust and slashing their faces, stabbing people with long swords, and they were even more unceremonious.

Behind him, the voice of the rhyme came from afar: "Immeasurable Tianzun, the princess still don't mix, Lao Dao will accompany you to take a few moves, as for them, let them catch and fight, let's not bother." Didn't you see the bitter water friends rise up, and have forgotten all about my old friend? ”

Esther didn't answer this time, not knowing if she was already angry or forced to speak. When the Persian man heard this, he couldn't help but slow down his pace. Yang Xiong was having a good time with him, and when he saw that there was a leak to drill, he shouted "Medium!" The spear rolled backwards, turning into a white shadow and shooting towards his chest. The man also turned sideways, his left elbow was slightly bent, and he collided with the body.

The man was taken aback, and when he reacted, Yang Xiong had already joined the man and gun, turned into an afterimage, and pounced in front of him. In the crisis, he had to protect his chest with both palms and set up a defensive position, hoping to block this fatal blow. I only heard a loud "bang", and even Wu Ming next to him seemed to hear the sound of broken ribs. The man slid out four or five meters away, opened his mouth and spewed out a bloody arrow, and the monks of the temple hurriedly jumped out of the battle circle and helped him up. But his face was as pale as paper, and it was clear that he had no strength to fight again.

"Winfiat!" Monk Kushui's face changed greatly, and he jumped out of the battle circle and helped him up.

The Guards Battalion received the support of the Taoist priest of Cangsong Pavilion, and their morale was greatly boosted, and they all fought bravely to be the first. And these monks were also red-eyed at this time, and the two sides did not restrain their shots, and greeted each other with weapons like crazy. The three parties scuffled together, and the air was littered with stumps, and they didn't know which ones were enemies and those were their own.

As soon as these Taoist priests rushed up, they had already rushed the Arhat stick formation of the temple from behind. What kind of formation is also emphasized there. However, in a one-on-one attack, the individual strength of these monks was slightly inferior to that of Cangsong Pavilion and the soldiers of the Guards Battalion. One by one, they were knocked down, and the rest were even crazier. All of them have red eyes, and they will not retreat from fighting to the death. Wu Ming suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that even if these monks put on any strange formations, they would not be able to resist the front and rear attacks of the Cangsong Pavilion and the Guards Battalion. It's just that after a fierce battle in the guard battalion, there are less than seventy survivors, and most of them are wounded, and his heart hurts so badly that he can't be happy.

The bitter water monk shouted a Buddha horn and shouted, "Stop! Then he grabbed the seriously injured Whimiyat, took a deep look at everyone, and led the remaining monks to withdraw from the battlefield and head towards the opposite side.

"Do you want to leave?"

Yululi threw the whip in the air and said angrily, and was about to step forward, Wu Ming reached out and grabbed her. Now that the soldiers of the Guards Battalion have suffered a small number of casualties, it is best not to fight hard, and naturally this little ancestor cannot be allowed to cause trouble again. And the purpose of the Taoist priest of Cangsong Pavilion was only to solve the crisis, and at this time, seeing that the other party had already retreated, he naturally had no intention of chasing after him.

At this time, on this narrow snowfield, only Dao Yun and Esther were still entangled, fighting and not repairing. That Esther's light body kung fu is really a must, but Dao Yun is not a weak person. I saw a lot of snow and dust on the ice in front of me, and only two figures, one green and one white, were flashing in the shadows. These two figures flickered very quickly, and they were like flowing water between advancing and retreating, but it was more like the elders were educating the younger ones, but the two of them were too fast, and the snow and dust were so big that they couldn't see clearly.

Suddenly, Dao Yun shouted "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable" again, and his body suddenly stretched out, and he jumped out of the circle suddenly. As he jumped out, the white figure also stopped, and the battle between the two came to an abrupt end.

Esther stood up unhurriedly, stretched her bent little waist, and her tired voice sounded again: "Uncle Daoyun, you have bullied the little girl to death today, and you have sacrificed so many people in our temple, you have to compensate me." Now that the Kushui monk and those monks have disappeared from the ice field, she faced so many people alone, talking eloquently, with this courage alone, Wu Ming was shocked and admired.

As soon as Dao Yun rushed out, he stood about five steps away from Wu Ming, and when he heard Esther say this, he didn't speak, holding a big dust, smiling silently.

Esther suddenly felt bored, a pair of smart eyes turned, and looked straight at Wu Ming, but her mouth did not stop, and she said greasyly: "Ah, this son with a long sword must be the Lord Wu Ming Wu who I have loved for a long time and have not seen before." It's really a dragon among people, and my heart and liver are pounding now. ”

It was too far away just now, and he was worried about the shape of the battlefield, Wu Ming didn't take a closer look. At this time, he was stared at by the other party's wonderful eyes, only to feel that the other party's eyes were as blue as the sea, and with the words of this tired dead man, he only felt that the cold hairs on his whole body stood up. Under the greasy heart, he froze in place, screaming, and didn't know how to interface.

Youluli on the side didn't do it, no matter how stupid this wood is, she can only bully herself, she is a character who can't rub a little sand, seeing Wu Ming's stunned appearance, her heart is even more angry, and with a flick of the whip, the thunder whip burst into a loud whip in the air, and she slammed it towards Esther, and said angrily: "I'll kill your little Lang hooves." ”