Wang Jian was hit by Huiyue's two "bone penetrating needles" in a row, although he was not injured, but the pain in his internal organs was like a needle prick, but it was not comfortable.

He knew that if such a stalemate continued, the enemy's needle-like yin energy would come over one by one, and he would eventually be unable to support it, and he had to open the situation as soon as possible.

He pondered for a while, thought about it, and raised his head to the Liuyun envoy in front of him and said, "Let's stop for the time being, and there are a few words to explain to the three of us." ”

The Flowing Cloud Envoy nodded.

Wang Wei said: "I have no grudges with the three of you, and now I am fighting, it is really a misunderstanding." How about we collect our internal strength at the same time, and stop fighting? ”

The Flowing Cloud Envoy nodded again and again.

Wang Ji said: "I'll count one, two, three, let's gather together." ”

The Flowing Cloud Envoy nodded again.

"One, two, three!"

After Wang Ji finished shouting the word "three", he felt the internal strength of the three Persian envoys retreating at the same time, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. But he didn't retreat his internal strength, but stepped up to urge his true qi. But at this moment, he suddenly felt a yin energy like a knife, a sword, a dagger, and a chisel, straight into the "Yutang Acupoint" on his chest.

Although this is an invisible and qualitative cold aura, it is really the same as a steel blade when it is pierced in the body. Wang Ji was breathless and suffocated for a moment, and his whole body couldn't move. Fortunately, at this time, the three Persian envoys were also affected by Wang Ji's true qi, and they were also unable to move, otherwise Wang Ji would have suffered heavy losses.

Wang Ji relieved himself, the dragon slaying knife swept forward, forcing the three Persian envoys to retreat, and then he pulled out the Yitian sword on his waist with his left hand, and used the kung fu of the left and right, and divided the sword and sword techniques with both hands, and attacked the three Persian envoys.

I saw Wang Ji kill the three Persian envoys with his left sword and right sword. The left-hand sword technique is light and agile, and the right-hand sword technique is wide and wide. The two completely different styles are blended together, Qi Zheng is compatible, Yin and Yang intersect, and the Persian three envoys who are killed at the time are difficult to parry and at a loss. If it weren't for the martial arts of the three Persian envoys, it would also be very strange, and they formed a formation and cooperated tacitly, I was afraid that they would have died in the hands of Wang Ji.

After another seven or eight moves, Wang Ji suddenly slammed the dragon slaying knife in his right hand and slammed it on the ground, and the ground immediately exploded as if it had been hit by a cannonball, and a large amount of soil was blown up, splashing towards the head and face of the three Persian envoys.

When the three Persian envoys were wondering what was the use of Wang Ji's doing, they suddenly saw some blue rays mixed in the flying earth, and when they looked closely, they found that those blue rays turned out to be blue steel needles.

It turned out that unconsciously, Wang Ji and the three Persian envoys had already come to the needle array arranged by Wang Ji's mother-in-law.

As soon as the three Persian envoys saw the blue light on the steel needle, they knew that the steel needle was quenched with poison, and hurriedly dodged in a panic, and the formation was immediately destroyed.

Wang Ji leaned on the heavenly sword with his left hand, and a move "wandering the world" stabbed away like a flowing cloud.

Seeing that the sword was extremely powerful, Liuyun raised the holy flame in a desperate situation, and then rolled away regardless of life or death. I only heard a sound properly, the Holy Fire Order had set up the Heavenly Sword, but the left cheek was cold, and I didn't know whether I was dead or alive for a while, so I had to stand up, reach out and touch it, only to feel that the hand was wet and sticky, and the pain was abnormal, and a piece of hair on my left cheek had been cut off by the Heavenly Sword and the belt flesh, if it weren't for the Holy Fire Order, it was a strange thing, and it could block the blow of the Heavenly Sword, and half of the head would be gone.

After Wang Ji forced Liuyun to flee in embarrassment with a sword, he did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but backhanded a sword and stabbed at Miao Feng again.

Wang Ji's sword was as fast as a meteor and as fast as lightning. Seeing that he was coming fiercely, Miao Feng was so frightened that his whole body was suddenly cold and he stood still. Although this person's martial arts skills are high, his courage is extremely small, and seeing that this trick cannot be resisted, he is terrified to the extreme, and he actually stiffens and waits to be killed.

Seeing that the Miao Feng envoy was about to die under Wang Ji's sword, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound, and a sharp arrow suddenly shot from the darkness, pointing directly at Wang Ji's vest.

Wang Wei noticed that there was something wrong behind him, and hurriedly turned around and blocked the dragon slaying knife in front of his chest.

Hearing only the sound of "ding", the sharp arrow hit the heavy body of the dragon slayer knife and bounced out.

Wang Ji looked up and saw a group of people coming more than a dozen feet away. Wang Wei recognized the first handsome "young man" wearing a royal blue silk shirt, which was Zhao Min, who was dressed as a man. Beside her stood the two elders of Xuan Ming, Sun Xuanping, the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow and others.

That day, after Zhao Min watched Zhang Wuji being killed by Wang Ji, the grief in his heart was indescribable, and he immediately cried on the spot. When she woke up a little in grief and realized that Zhang Wuji could never come back to life again, the flames of revenge rose irrepressibly in her chest.

From Wang Ji's behavior of snatching the Heavenly Sword, she guessed that Wang Ji might go to find the Dragon Slayer Knife. And she was already in the words of Granny Jinhua before, judging that Xie Xun, who was holding the dragon slaying knife, was on Spirit Snake Island.

So, she returned to the Ruyang Mansion first, and after bringing all her masters, she set sail to the sea and went straight to Spirit Snake Island.

When she arrived at the Spirit Snake, she was just in time for Wang Ji to fight the three envoys of Persia, and when she saw this, she immediately ordered Zhao Yi, one of the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, to attack him.

Wang Jian saw Zhao Min and knew that she must hate herself because of Zhang Wuji's incident. And now he and the three Persian envoys have become enemies. There is no guarantee that the two of them will not join forces against themselves. The master of the Ruyang Palace, plus the three envoys of Persia, is Zhang Wuji's resurrection, and Zhang Sanfeng can't resist it in person. What's more, Wang Ji, who is familiar with the original work, knows that on the side of the Persian Ming Sect, there are still twelve treasure tree kings who have not appeared.

Because of this unfavorable situation, Wang Jideng was upset.

But at this moment, the Huiyue envoy suddenly rushed up silently and hugged Wang Ji from behind. Her hug seems to be unremarkable, but in fact, she is accurate, unhappy, and quick to respond, as fast as a meteor.

Wang Yu only felt a tightness on his arm, knowing that something was wrong, and following the momentum of Huiyue Envoy's pullback, the sword stabbed into his lower abdomen. This move was a sword that died with the enemy, and the Hui Yue envoy was frightened by the tragic momentum in this sword, and hurriedly let go and retreated.

As soon as the Huiyue envoy let go, he stopped the sword that was stabbing back, and turned around and swung the dragon slaying knife in his hand towards the Huiyue envoy.

The Radiant Moon Envoy hurriedly raised the Holy Flame Order to block it. The swords intersected, and there was a strange sound again.

As soon as Hui Yue pushed hard in his hand, he had to use his strength to move to the side as quickly as possible. But at this moment, Wang Ji suddenly activated his true qi and used a suction.

The dragon slayer knife is made of dark iron, which is inherently magnetic. Although the Flame Order is uncertain about the specific material, it can be determined that it is made of metal, which is already attracted by the magnetic nature of the Dragon Slayer Knife. Wang Ji used his internal force to suck it again, and the Holy Fire Order was immediately sucked by Wang Ji.

After that, Wang Ji used his skills again, turned the suction into repulsion, and with a swing of the knife, he threw the holy fire order far away. With a thud, the flame turned into a black shadow and shot into the long grass beside it.

This holy fire caused the three Persian envoys to cherish the same life, and the three Persian envoys could no longer confront Wang Ji, so they went over to pick it up together. The moon was dark and the wind was high, the grass was not knee-long, and they couldn't see the location of the Holy Fire Order, so the three of them had to grope all the way to find the order.

Wang Ji took the opportunity to jump into contact with the three Persian envoys, and flew away into the distance.

The three Persian envoys bent down and searched in the long grass, ignoring the king's departure.

However, Zhao Min will not turn a blind eye to this. When she came out this time, she came to take revenge on Wang Ji, how could she watch him slip away under her nose. She immediately pointed at Wang Ji and shouted to the people around her: "Kill him!" ”

Hearing Zhao Min's order, there were fourteen or fifteen people running out from behind her and chasing after Wang Ji.

Eight of them are none other than the Eight Heroes. Of the other seven men, one was a lean and thin old man, with a long sword in his left hand and his right hand broken off at shoulder to shoulder. He was slender and long, with a wrinkled face and a sad face, as if he had just beaten someone, or else he would have died a new wife and children, and others would almost cry on his behalf as long as they looked at the look on his face.

The second man was equally thin, slightly shorter, with a smooth heart on the top of his head, bald to the point of no half hair, and his temples were sunken and half an inch deep. The third man was strong and strong, tiger and mighty, on his face, hands, neck, all the muscles that could be seen, all the roots were knotted, as if his whole body was full of energy, swollen to explode, and he had a black mole on his left cheek, and a tuft of long hair grew on the black mole.

The fourth person was a burly man, the fifth person was a beggar dressed in quails, the sixth person was a thin monk, and the last person was a bearded and blue-eyed man from the Western Regions.