Song Mingjing said in a playful tone.

He was really puzzled.

The situation of the Baimei Daoist does not look like he has practiced the Mixed Yuan Boy Gong, but it seems to have cultivated the Sunflower Treasure Book.

The mixed yuan boy's skill is fierce and violent, like a molten fire, extremely fierce and domineering, but in fact, this martial art is integrated inside and outside, rigid and soft are mutually beneficial, yin and yang are blended, and it is by no means a single masculine road.

Bai Mei's situation is either because he has practiced kung fu, or because his nature is like this.

"Ouchi? Nine thousand years old? ”

Fang Shiyu laughed and sneered: "White-eyed old demon, I think you might as well listen to this brother's opinion, go to the palace to be a eunuch who serves tea and water to the emperor Lao'er, and serve him well, but it is much more majestic than you being a martial arts leader." ”

"Stinky boy, you're looking for death!"

Bai Mei pointed at Song Mingjing, his face was gloomy and terrifying, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "This seat is going to break your body into ten thousand pieces!" ”

Sou!

The white-eyebrow figure suddenly burst out, turning into a long white practice, wrapped in the strength of the cold of life, and suddenly crossed eight or nine zhang, reaching Song Mingjing.

He pushed with one palm, and the airflow cracked with a "snort", and the palm was really strong and secretly gathered, bringing the sound of gloomy wind and thunder, and the sound was extremely terrifying.

Song Mingjing's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't stand up for Shaolin, but he was also a practitioner of Mixed Yuan Tongzigong, and Bai Mei was an excellent object for him to prove martial arts.

He drank violently, raised his breath and waved his palm to attack, and slammed it out.

Although the momentum is not as amazing as Bai Mei's, the two forces of rigidity and softness in the palm are turning, and the changes are even better.

The palms struck quickly, and the two forces collided with each other, bursting out a wind whirlpool, which swept away the sand and gravel leaves in the white eyebrows and Song Mingjing's feet.

With a "hum", the ground trembled slightly, Song Mingjing, and Bai Mei's feet both fell, and the mud and stone soil rolled up.

"How is that possible?"

Bai Mei was taken aback, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

He thought that he could smash this big nonsense kid to pieces with a single palm, but the two of them fought without any pretenses, which made him a little unbelievable.

His palm power is turbulent, fierce and difficult, but the other party's strength is not too much, and the stamina is long, and he resisted him vigorously.

Moreover, the internal force derived from the palm of the opponent was slightly different from his Mixed Yuan Boy Gong True Qi, but the essence was no different.

Thoughts flashed quickly, and Bai Mei figured out many things in an instant.

"Damn!"

The white-eyed Daoist shouted again, and once again drummed up the internal strength of his body, and the internal breath that was already raging and rushing was even more like a raging fire at this moment, running rapidly.

Song Mingjing suddenly felt that Bai Mei's palm was like a red-hot soldering iron, and the boiling heat hit him, forcing him to fall backwards.

Song Mingjing paused, the mud and stones flew, his feet rose from the ground, and he flipped upside down in the air, removing the strength of the white eyebrows, and falling lightly.

The white-eyed mixed yuan boy has reached his best, and Song Mingjing is missing a line after all, but the first round of palm power competition is slightly inferior by one or two points.

"The palm is strong, and it is really good, but I don't know how the kung fu of the weapon is?"

Choke!

Song Mingjing pulled out his knife with his backhand and pointed at Bai Mei.

The blade trembled, and a faint stream of light could be seen slashing across the blade, and wisps of cold qi were forced out.

Bai Mei looked at Song Mingjing coldly, and his tone was full of murderous intent: "I see, the thief who stole this magic skill is you!" ”

Song Mingjing's arm did not move at all, still pointing at Bai Mei, and said with a smile: "Bai Mei Lao Dao, you don't know how to learn, don't you hear that Mr. Lu Xun, a generation of people, once said, how can things that people who practice martial arts do can be called stealing?" ”

Bai Mei hadn't heard anything of Lu Xun, he only felt a raging anger rising from the bottom of his heart, unable to suppress it, and rushed straight to his brain!

Unwillingness, anger, hatred, jealousy and other negative emotions were entangled, making his eyes red and his face hideous and terrifying.

In order to cultivate the Mixed Yuan Boy Gong, he did not dare to slack off in the slightest for thirty years, and he spent a lot of effort and effort, and finally his long-cherished wish was fulfilled.

But what about this kid in front of you?

Since the theft of the Mixed Yuan Boy Gong, it has only been more than half a year so far, right?

But although this kid's mixed yuan boy skills have not been completed, he is not far from his white eyebrows.

How can white eyebrows not be jealous and hateful?

It's like you studied day and night, boiled your hair white, and finally got admitted to Qingbei. The other party eats, drinks and has fun all day long, just eats, drinks and has fun, and as soon as the results come out, they are similar to you, which is not a strange thing to have an unbalanced mentality.

Bai Mei was full of murderous intent in his heart, and suddenly flashed in front of a Wudang disciple, the sleeves of his robe were rolled, and with a "bang", a sword light flew out obliquely and fell into the palm of his hand.

Phew!

A sword chased the wind, stabbed out in the air, the long sword conjured up a lot of afterimages, and a little cold star flickered in the shadows, and Song Mingjing was at the heart of his body.

"The essence of Wudang swordsmanship, the first thing is to guard the gods, three points to the form, and seven points to the gods! Bai Mei, if the ancestors of Wudang Dynasty saw you practice Wudang swordsmanship into this ghostly appearance, I am afraid that they will be so angry that they will come back to life. ”

Song Mingjing laughed, used the sword as a sword gesture, and used the Songxi Baihong Sword of Wudang Entry!

Bai Mei's swordsmanship seems to alternate between virtual and real, both strange and dangerous, unpredictable, and even more difficult to prevent, but in fact, it has deviated from the original purpose of Wudang swordsmanship.

I saw that Song Mingjing used the sword to line the sword, light and fast, and majestic, majestic and condensed, a style of "white rainbow through the sun" struck, and the stabbing down of the Dao cold star "Bo Bo Bo" shattered, turning into overflowing energy.

Bai Mei snorted, and stabbed straight with his sword!

Song Mingjing raised his sword to block, and with a sound of gold and iron, a string of gorgeous fireworks burst open, and then the swords were divided and a new round of offensive was launched.

Both of them did their best, and their swords attacked quickly, and their momentum was like a violent storm, and there were dozens of collisions between breaths, and sparks splashed and scattered in the center of the battlefield.

Everyone present, whether it was the Shaolin side or those Wudang disciples, all the officers and soldiers were stunned, and their bodies trembled.

In their eyes, they only saw the two shadows of blue and white intertwined in the shadow of the sword and sword, coming and going, sweeping like lightning, and the sword was even more vigorous and fierce wherever the sword reached, flying sand and stones, forcing the people around them to retreat again and again.

Such amazing martial arts, let alone that they have never seen them, before today, they couldn't even imagine it.

"While that person is entangled in Bai Mei, we can just fight our way out of the encirclement, senior sister?!"

Zhineng was the first to come back to his senses, turned his head to look at Wumei Shitai, but saw Wumei Shitai staring at the battlefield in a daze, completely forgetful, and muttered to himself: "How is this possible?" In such a short period of time, that kid's martial arts have improved so well? ”

Zhineng knew that Wumei had committed the old mistake of "martial idiot" again, so he was busy patting her on the shoulder and calling: "Senior sister! ”

Wumei woke up and looked at Zhineng.

Zhineng said helplessly: "Senior sister, it's time for us to break through!" ”

"Breakout? No! We should help that kid and maybe use his power to defeat White Eyebrow. ”

Wumei shook her head, and then turned to the battlefield again, staring at it carefully, and suddenly shouted: "Attack him and cover the door!" Baimei's mixed yuan boy skills are not perfect, as long as he finds his cover door, his martial arts will be self-defeating. ”

"Cover door? That kind of thing is not needed! ”

Song Mingjing was stunned.

The so-called "cover door" is like the small piece of the leaf that is covered by the leaves when the dragon slayer warrior bathes in the dragon's blood, once the cover door is broken, it is like a punctured tire, and the internal power of Bai Mei's mixed yuan boy skill that has been cultivated for decades will also disappear.

In the plot, the white eyebrow mask door is stored in the center of the foot, as for whether it is now, Song Mingjing can't be sure.

And he never thought about winning in the form of a broken door.

Although Bai Mei's skills are half stronger than him, his muscles and bones are far stronger than Bai Mei. Moreover, Song Mingjing also repairs the marrow and the two meridians of Yijin, and the qi veins are longer than those of the white eyebrows.

On the contrary, while the white eyebrows were annoyed, their eyes were also bright.

is also practicing mixed yuan boy gong, he has a cover door, isn't the other party there?

Bai Mei immediately contemplated, trying to find out where he was covering the door from the flow of Song Mingjing's energy, but this was slightly distracted, and a sword light came obliquely.

Bai Mei was startled, and retreated, but it was already a step too late.

With a "snort", the placket of his chest was torn, and a long blood mark appeared on his body.

That's why Song Mingjing didn't care about the door.

Invulnerability?!

Inexistent.

Ordinary martial artists may not be able to hurt Bai Mei even if they use a sword, but a master like Song Mingjing will slash it with a knife, even if it is really gold and iron, it will be broken into two, not to mention the mortal body?

Bai Mei didn't dare to distract him anymore, he moved his sword to resist, the sword light flew down, and he laid a heavy net to block it, but Song Mingjing's long knife easily shredded his defense.

"Blade Kung Fu is not as good as this seat, and if you have the courage, you will compete with this seat!"

The white eyebrow figure spun and floated back.

"If you only have such a few means, then you will really disappoint me!"

Song Mingjing chuckled, but he was not so stupid as to really abandon the knife and fight with Bai Mei.

Maybe he can win in the end, but even if he can win, I'm afraid it will end in a miserable victory.

Having roughly estimated Bai Mei's martial arts, Song Mingjing's expression was awe-inspiring, and the sword light turned, and the cold aura diffused out, and he had already used his water-stopping knife technique at the bottom of the box.

At this moment, the water-stopping knife technique has absorbed the essence of Shaolin Bodhi knife, ring breaking knife and other knife techniques, and it has improved more than one step compared to the past.

Song Mingjing held the knife in his hand, his body met the white eyebrows, and slashed out!

The sword light unfolded layer by layer, covering Bai Mei endlessly, and he swung his sword to the right, gradually showing a state of insupport.

"What are you guys of garbage doing standing there? Why don't we shoot together and kill him! ”

While resisting Song Mingjing's increasingly fierce sword momentum, Bai Mei retreated into the crowd and shouted at those Wudang disciples and officers and soldiers.

"Hurry up and help the master!"

Even those officers and soldiers could see that Bai Mei had fallen into the upper hand at this moment, let alone the Wudang disciples, three elites immediately rushed out, stabbing at Song Mingjing from three directions.

The sword light swirled sharply, like a round of waning moon, and the three long swords "clicked" and shattered, and the three of them let out a terrible howl, and the volley was cut off by the waist.

Wumei's eyes were awe-inspiring, she waved her hand, and said coldly: "Kill!" ”

Immediately afterwards, Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan and other remnants of the Shaolin side came out and fought with the Wudang side again.

Song Mingjing pursued Bai Mei, the long knife opened and closed, slashing horizontally and vertically, each knife was wrapped in the power of a thousand jun, Bai Mei was bound to lose for a long time, and finally revealed a flaw, and was directly entered by Song Mingjing's long knife, and gently picked it up!

With a "whoop", Bai Mei's right arm holding the sword suddenly flew into the air, and before he could exhale in pain, he was kicked in the chest again, rolling and flying out.

Smack!

Song Mingjing put the knife back into the sheath, swept to Bai Mei's side, reached out with his big hand, grabbed the back of Bai Mei's neck, and then looked at Fang Shiyu and his party who were still fighting, and plunged into the depths of the jungle.

Half a month later, Baimei Daoist returned to Wudang and announced the recall of Wudang disciples who were outside, and Wudang closed the mountain for three years.

A few months later, the capital was on fire, and Ordo, the commander of the Nine Gates, took the opportunity to make a rebellion, set fire to the official residence, killed and injured countless Qing court bureaucrats, and even infiltrated the palace to kill the people of the imperial family, and Emperor Qianlong collapsed!

On the same day, Sun Fugeng, the governor of Liangguang, killed the Eight Banners of Guangzhou and raised troops against the Qing Dynasty!

Because the world is in turmoil, the whole world is shaken!