Wei Zhuoxi squinted slightly and took off his hood. There were more than two hundred men around them, all of them armed. Wei Zhuoxi didn't look at it, his gaze was cold, and he shot straight in the direction where the voice came just now. A man sits cross-legged on an abandoned crate, holding a sword in his right hand, also propped up on the crate.

The primordial beast at his feet also seemed to sense the murderous aura around him, and his mouth turned up, revealing its fangs.

"Master Liu?" asked Wei Zhuoxi tentatively.

"No wonder Grandpa Wei can't recognize it, Grandpa Wei's hereditary duke's position is high, how can he know a country gentry like us. Liu Yuelei said with a smile.

"Listening to Master Liu's tone, you must feel that you are high up at the moment, right?"

Liu Yuelei frowned imperceptibly, and then returned to normal, and replied, "Don't dare." It's Grandpa Wei, why did you appear here, and kill my shipwright in Shuoyungang without saying a word?" he kept his eyes on the monster at Wei Zhuoxi's feet. This brute must be related to Wei Zhuoxi's strange behavior.

Wei Zhuoxi shook his head, and with a shake of his shoulders, he shook off the big gun, revealing the strong muscles of his body. He wriggled his arms and neck, his bones crackling.

"Master Liu doesn't have to talk nonsense, let's get straight to the point. ”

Liu Yuelei sneered, and waved his left hand lightly: "Attack!"

The people who had been in ambush rushed out in the blink of an eye, Lin Chuan held the gun, shouted angrily, and led the people on his side to meet him.

At the same time, Wei Zhuoxi's feet slammed on the ground, and the whole person shot out, and before everyone could react, he had already come to Liu Yuelei.

Wei Zhuoxi's swift movements were beyond Liu Yuelei's expectations, but he immediately drew his sword out of the sheath, and while his body retreated, he led the blade of the sword upwards and pointed at Wei Zhuoxi's fist. It is the "falling snow" of the wind and snow.

"He'll hand it over to me!" Liu Yuelei sneered at his sword, and drank away a few subordinates who wanted to come forward to help.

Wei Zhuoxi did not retreat or dodge, his index finger and middle finger were bent, and he waved his arm to avoid the edge of the blade, and then his knuckles knocked on the sword body, and he flicked the sword to the side.

"Internal Strength!" Liu Yue Lei moved his sword back to defense, and his heart was shocked. Wei Zhuoxi has been famous all over the world for decades, but it is not until today that Liu Yuelei knows that this person who is the honor of the duke has actually practiced the mysterious internal martial arts.

I saw Wei Zhuoxi continue to chase, his fists out, as if he was not afraid of Liu Yuelei's blade, but he was just able to avoid the sharpest part and hit back at the sword body. Liu Yuelei was not to be outdone, and with the advantage of the sword chief, he always kept Wei Zhuoxi out of two steps around his body.

At this time, the people brought by Liu Yuelei had surrounded Wei Zhuoxi's twenty or so people, but Lin Chuan's spear was like a dragon, and it was difficult to break through for a while. But both sides knew that the rout of Wei Zhuoxi's side was only a matter of time, and what Liu Yuelei always guarded against was that weird beast. That's what can turn the tide of battle.

Wei Zhuoxi also seemed to be a little anxious, and suddenly took a step sideways, and slashed his right hand into a knife towards Liu Yuelei. Liu Yuelei took advantage of the momentum of "shocking snow" and just turned around to attack, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen, and his whole movement was stunned. Wei Zhuoxi's slash fell on his back.

A fishy sweet breath poured into his mouth, Wei Zhuoxi's internal force rushed into his body, and before Liu Yuelei could fight back, Wei Zhuoxi approached again and smashed a punch on Liu Yuelei's chest. Liu Yuelei's body lost his balance, and he suddenly plunged the sword in his hand into the ground in front of him before he could barely stabilize his body.

"Master Liu, it's a pity that I'm injured. Wei Zhuoxi sighed with some regret. Liu Yuelei struggled to stand up, but he had already suffered a lot of internal injuries just now, and the injuries he had suffered at the hands of the brute ape had not healed, so he couldn't stand up straight for a while.

"The Liu family and Yunzhou have no grievances, if it was in the past, Wei would be happy to wait for Old Man Liu to recover, and then come to make Old Man Liu lose convincingly. Wei Zhuoxi looked at the hideous expression on Liu Yuelei's face, sighed and said, "But now, Wei doesn't have this time." The old man's subordinates, I have no intention of killing them. ”

With that, he raised his fists again, and a gray-white light flashed on them, just like the gloomy sky now.

Liu Yuelei took a sip, spit out the blood in his mouth, and looked at the gray-white fists, his expression full of banter. He raised his sword tremblingly, pointing at Wei Zhuoxi, and with his other hand, he laboriously covered the wound in his abdomen that had opened again, and blood was pouring out. It's too late for his subordinates to come to the rescue, and even if they come, they are by no means Wei Zhuoxi's opponents. Liu Yue Lei stands like a mountain, as the head of the Liu family, if he dies, he must also stand and die.

"Don't bother. ”

Wei Zhuoxi raised his right fist above his head, and he was about to smash it down, but he suddenly froze, his brows were slightly furrowed, his toes tapped on the ground, and his whole body spun in place in the air, and at the same time, three white afterimages swept past him with a sharp sound of breaking the air. Liu Yuelei seemed to have lost the support of this breath and sat directly on the ground.

Wei Zhuoxi gritted his teeth and looked behind Liu Yuelei, the young man was standing with a bow on a high place, and in addition, more people were coming.

An old figure stood in front of Liu Yuelei, and the sword in his hand was slowly raised in the same way as Liu Yuelei, pointing at Wei Zhuoxi.

"I'll be your opponent. Feng Jianbei was expressionless.

Wei Zhuoxi habitually squinted slightly, slowly straightened up, and said, "Today is really lively." ”

Liu Qingxue held Xue Xian, took a deep breath, and then slowly walked in front of Liu Yuelei.

Liu Yuelei, who was originally sitting on the ground, suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar but unbelievable figure, and subconsciously looked up.

"How ......"

Liu Qingxue tilted her head a little awkwardly, just glanced at Liu Yuelei, and then immediately withdrew her gaze. After a moment of awkward silence, it seemed as if something was whispering in her ear. At this time, it seemed that she should say something, but she was like a fish in her throat for a while, and after a long time, she was speechless. In the end, she had to whisper, "The sword is good, thank you." ”

Liu Yuelei was stunned for a moment, and muttered in a voice so low that only he could hear it, "Really...... That's good......" He fell backwards again, but a smile unconsciously hung on his face. In the wind and snow, there seemed to be snowflakes falling on the corners of his eyes.

Liu Qingxue didn't look back, but stood side by side with Feng Jianbei, facing Wei Zhuoxi. Liu Yuelei and Xiao Ying'er stood in the distance, Liu Binyuan held the bow and overlooked the entire battlefield. And the two hundred people he led quickly moved closer to the direction of Wei Zhuoxi and his gang.

Wei Zhuoxi looked at the people who came over, and a cold air appeared on his face. Before he could speak, a few more feather arrows broke through the air, but they went in the direction of Lin Chuan and his party, and they didn't enter the chests of the two people. Of the more than 20 people who came with Wei Zhuoxi, only four or five people led by Lin Chuan are still struggling in the crowd.

At the same time, Liu Qingxue and Feng Jianbei held their swords forward, one left and one right, enveloping Wei Zhuoxi in the sword light, and Wei Zhuoxi fell into the disadvantage in a blink of an eye. Feng Jianbei's swordsmanship is more sophisticated and sharp than that of Liu Yuelei, straight and sharp, but it does not affect his elegant posture at all, his whole person seems to be integrated with the sword light, leaving only an afterimage in the wind and snow. Feng Jianbei took most of the pressure, so Liu Qingxue easily and smoothly cast the wind and snow ji, and greeted Wei Zhuoxi with every move.

In the face of the attack between the two, especially the fast sword of Feng Jianbei, Wei Zhuoxi was bare-handed, and no longer dared to touch it with his palm, but just invoked the internal force of his whole body, and the gray-white light on his body was sheng, wandering in the gap between the blades of the sword.

Seeing that Wei Zhuoxi was about to show his decline, he suddenly shouted angrily, his ten fingers spread, and the gray-white light around his body like a thick fog suddenly dispersed, and as he clenched his hands into fists in front of him, the gray-white light suddenly surged away where his fists intersected, as if there was an invisible suction.

The next moment, the internal force gathered at one point suddenly erupted, shaking the three of them away at the same time.