Do I have to do it again?

……

Nine Lotus Mountain.

On an important road leading to the base of the mountain.

Laugh at! Snort!

Several feathered arrows pierced through the air current, emitting a rapid roar, and they shot fiercely.

A touch of snow and cold sword light lit up, and it flew like a flying stream, and the feather arrow that was about to attack was drowned in the sword light, and the sword light spun quickly, and the feather arrow was instantly twisted into pieces.

Song Mingjing calmly looked at a mountain col in front of him, his face was ancient and waveless, and his clothes were windy, and he floated over like a flocculent.

There was no clashing sound of blades, only a slight sound of a quick knife cutting through the flesh at great speed, like a crack.

After a few breaths, Song Mingjing put the knife back into the sheath and floated away, leaving only more than a dozen crooked corpses of officers and soldiers behind him.

With Bai Mei's order issued, all the main roads of Jiulian Mountain were strictly controlled by officers and soldiers or Wudang disciples, and a heavy net was arranged, just waiting for the fleeing Shaolin disciples to drill into their pockets and throw themselves into the net.

However, this kind of arrangement has not been put in Song Mingjing's eyes.

If there were two thousand Qing soldiers, two or three hundred elite disciples of Wudang joined forces, and Bai Mei was in charge in person, then Song Mingjing would retreat and dare not compete with him.

But once the troops are scattered on the main roads of Jiulian Mountain, and each road is guarded by at most two or three hundred people, it is almost useless for Song Mingjing, who is currently greatly strengthened.

If he were to attack head-on, it might take a lot of energy to defeat two or three hundred people, but if he just broke through, it would be as easy as probing for something.

Sweeping down the rugged mountain road, Song Mingjing often touched his toes, and glided out a few zhang away like a bird, fluttering down lightly, and a little longitudinal.

A moment later, when Song Mingjing was about to arrive at the foot of the mountain, there was a fierce fighting sound from the forest ahead, accompanied by the "clanging" of weapons and the howl one after another.

Song Mingjing's body folded and hurriedly swept into the forest.

When they got closer, they took a closer look, and saw Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan, Wumei and others fighting with a group of officers and soldiers and Wudang disciples, and the battle was tragic and anxious.

Fang Shiyu and others discussed coming and going, and in the face of the unfavorable situation of being caught in the urn and surrounded and annihilated, they had to choose a way to break through after all.

They all know that if they and the others are captured and killed again, then the recovery of Southern Shaolin is even more far away, and the revenge of destroying the door is both good and dead, and the two sides do not share the sky.

Even as a disciple of Buddhism, his eyes were red at this time, his killing thoughts were exhausted, and he was ruthless and decisive, without any mercy.

However, there are only about 30 people on the Shaolin side, and there are more than 300 enemies, which is almost a difficult situation of one as ten.

If there is only Wumei alone, she wants to get out, even if Bai Mei personally shoots, it will be difficult to keep her, but her relatives and friends and disciples are all there, so she can't leave them behind!

From time to time, people on both sides were killed and injured and fell to the ground, blood was spilled, and gold and iron sounded, interweaving a music of death.

Song Mingjing did not hide his traces at all, and his arrival also attracted the attention of the people of Wudang, but at this moment, the scene was chaotic, and he was dressed in Taoist costume, although it was not Wudang costume, no one cared about it for a while.

On the contrary, Wumei, Fang Shiyu, and Hong Xiguan glanced at Song Mingjing, their faces changed, and they secretly exclaimed.

Song Mingjing killed Li Bashan with one sword, which ruled out that he was in the Wudang camp.

But at the same time, for Shaolin, he is also a friend or foe!

Wumei had fought with Song Mingjing, and knew that the latter was good at martial arts, and once the other party intervened to deal with Shaolin, it was very likely that the whole army would be wiped out this time.

In the next moment, Wumei was no longer worried about Song Mingjing's move!

I only heard the sound of "hula hula" like a strong wind, flying sand and stones, and a white-robed figure shot out very quickly, and the sleeves of the robe swelled and rolled out.

Bang bang!

The two muffled sounds were almost in no particular order, and the chests of the two Shaolin disciples who were blocking the way of the white-robed figures were dented, as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer, and they flew out upside down.

"Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan...... You Shaolin remnants, it turned out that you fled here, hum! Now that this seat has arrived, see where else you can escape? ”

White Eyebrows has finally arrived!

His figure fluttered, as if riding the wind, light as a feather, slowly descending from mid-air.

A pair of white eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, and the white hair on his head rose lightly, looking down on everyone condescendingly.

However, he pinched the orchid finger in his hand, painted his lips with vermilion, and his voice was neither yin nor yang, adding a bit of weird and demonic atmosphere.

However, Bai Mei's appearance really shocked everyone present, and both sides stopped for a while and looked at Bai Mei.

"Meet the master, the master is invincible!"

The Wudang disciples all withdrew from the battle circle, knelt on one knee, and shouted loudly.

The officers and soldiers also bowed and shouted.

Fang Shiyu stretched out his hand and pointed at Bai Mei and yelled, "Bai Mei, you old monster, I want to kill you." ”

"Hehehe!"

The white-eyed Daoist let out a disdainful sneer, pinched his orchid fingers, and pointed his slightly upturned fingertips towards Fang Shiyu, and said in a soft tone: "Stinky boy, last time there was the best old guy who desperately protected you and let you escape, this time it's up to you to see how you escape from the palm of your seat." ”

Wumei Shitai stretched out her palm to hold down the restless Fang Shiyu, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "Baimei, you were originally a Shaolin disciple, but you betrayed the sect back then, and you voted for another faction. Now it is even more exterminated to my Shaolin, which can be described as a loss of conscience and heinousness! Aren't you afraid of the axioms of the rivers and lakes and the crusade of the righteous path of martial arts? ”

"Axiom?! Wumei, are you stupid to eat fasting and chanting Buddha? The so-called king and defeat, the strong are respected, today I will destroy your South Shaolin with white eyebrows, and kill Songshan Shaolin again on another day...... At that time, my Wudang will be the leader, and the leaders of this seat will be crowded, but I want to see who dares to disagree with this Jianghu martial arts? ”

Bai Mei probed his hand and grasped the void, as if grasping all the heroes in the world in the palm of his hand, and waved his hand at those Wudang disciples and officers and soldiers.

"You all step down, these people are going to take matters into their own hands and take care of them!"

"Yes!"

The Wudang side respectfully received the order, while Wumei, Fang Shiyu and the others were waiting for the battle, their muscles were tense, and their hearts were extremely vigilant.

They all know very well that once Bai Mei makes a move, it will be thunderous and unpredictable, and today will be their last battle.

In this suffocating atmosphere, a burst of untimely applause came out, and only one person chuckled: "Dao Chang wants to lead the group and dominate the martial arts, have you asked Song's opinion?" ”

Wumei, Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan and others looked back in surprise and looked at Song Mingjing, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Bai Mei glanced at it lightly, Orchid pinched his fingers, and snorted coldly: "Another stinky boy who doesn't know whether to live or die, do you dare to disobey this seat?" ”

Song Mingjing walked out slowly, faced the white eyebrows, and chuckled: "Whether you accept it or not is not the main problem, it's just the dignity of the Taoist leader, if you are the leader of the martial arts alliance, it will really damage the image of my martial arts in the rivers and lakes." I think the Taoist chief might as well endure the pain and enter the palace to be the head of the house, maybe he can sit in the position of nine thousand years old in the future! ”