Inadvertently, there were a few more sword marks on the ghost father's body, and he was actually injured by Wen Qing, and he was also extremely angry about this.

Ordinary swords and blades can't hurt him, but this kid's sword moves have their own artistic conception, and they are extremely weird, even if he doesn't dare to touch them easily.

The horizontal training and external strength cultivated in the past few decades have also not worked.

Wen Qing made a move, and then used the usual swordsmanship again.

After all, the Immortal Sword Technique of the Infinite Sword Sect only has three moves, and it is impossible for him to display them all in a row, otherwise the other party has a defense, and it will be difficult to think of it again.

He used one move at the moment, and another move later, and the three moves kept changing, even if the opponent's internal strength was deep, it would be in vain if he couldn't beat him, but he could use this sword technique to consume him.

But how can it be so predictable to compete with others, especially when fighting with the strong, every move is extremely dangerous and unpredictable, not to mention Wen Qing, even Yang Ling has to be careful when fighting with masters whose martial arts are on par with him, Wen Qing does not have anything wrong with this, but it is a clever move, but it is dangerous and unpredictable, and he needs to be cautious to grasp it.

The ghost father's ghost head knife has been used for decades, and he has not learned too many great knife techniques, but martial arts pay attention to practice makes perfect, he has not learned knife skills, but at this moment the method of using the knife is already a school of its own, the big knife in his hand is wielded, the tiger is vigorous, and the defense is the attack, when it is very different from other knife techniques.

Wen Qing has never seen a person with a knife who specializes in defensiveness, he can't attack, and the other party can't help him easily, but the ghost is also very human, even if Wen Qing stabs him with seven swords and eight swords, it doesn't matter, but if he is stabbed by the other party, he is afraid that he will have to be cut in half, and it is no longer dangerous.

Seeing that he only knew how to retreat, and there was no offensive at all, the ghost man couldn't help sneering, striding forward, the whole person rushed towards him, and the big knife in his hand swept over, Wen Qing was just about to dodge, and he saw that under the moonlight, two cold rays suddenly flashed, and his heart was suddenly shocked, and the long sword in his hand was struck out when he heard the sound, only to hear the bell twice, and two extremely thin silver needles were knocked to the ground, and the needles were dark, and they were poisonous needles at a glance.

After this resistance, Wen Qing suddenly didn't have time to dodge, and the ghost father's big knife swept sideways in front of him.

Seeing this, he could only take a breath of true qi and raise his sword to meet the attack, only to hear a loud bang, Wen Qing was like being struck by lightning, his face turned white in an instant, his throat surged, a mouthful of blood almost spurted out, and the tiger's mouth holding the hilt of the sword was also cracked, and there were blood stains flowing down.

Seeing this, the people of the six doors scolded one after another.

"Shameless scoundrel, he actually used a secret weapon to sneak attack!"

"If you do this, you will be a thief."

"Don't talk about bullying the small, but use the means, and don't want to be faced?"

"Old shameless, can you live to a dog at such an old age?"

……

Listening to a burst of abuse, the ghost father not only felt blushing, but also laughed sadly: "If you want to scold, scold for a while, after today, I want you to never speak again!" ”

Hearing this, everyone immediately felt a chill down their backs, and a cold breath stretched from the soles of their feet to the Tianling Gai, and their faces showed a trace of timidity.

Mo Qingcheng's face turned pale, and she opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak, the breath in her body was crushed by the other party, and at this moment, there were thousands of knives in her abdomen, and the pain was unbearable.

But she didn't sit down to recover, but stared at Wen Qing in the field in a daze, with determination in her eyes.

The ghost man held the knife in both hands, his wrist continued to exert force, and the huge blade approached Wen Qing little by little

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If you look at it, you will cut it off at his neck.

Wen Qing's arms trembled, and blood continued to drip from his fists, and although he tried his best, he couldn't resist the terrifying power of the other party.

Seeing that the sharp blade was only three inches away from his neck, Wen Qing's forehead suddenly broke out in cold sweat, sweat gradually blurred his eyes, and the scene in front of him became hazy.

At this moment, he can only resist the opponent, and if he relaxes a little, the opponent can behead himself with a knife, but he is not the opponent of the opponent in the competition of brute force.

In addition to him, the catchers of the six doors were also seriously injured, and they couldn't come forward to help.

As the ghost man continued to exert his strength, just as the blade was about to sink into the opponent's neck, three wind-breaking sounds suddenly came from a distance, shooting at his eyes and eyebrows respectively.

These three hidden weapons came quickly, and the strength they carried was enough to break through his protective qi, not to mention that the positions that these three hidden weapons shot at were also his key points, and it was even more difficult to resist.

Seeing that he was about to kill Wen Qing, but at this moment, there was a sudden change, and the ghost man had to choose between them, so he could only draw his knife and retreat with an unwilling face.

While he was retreating, several hidden weapons shot at him, and he swung his knife to resist, and saw that there were several very fine silver needles, hitting the back of his knife, and even bent down, bursting out of the Dao sparks, which showed its power.

Although it is only a silver needle as soft as a cow's hair, it has such a power when it is urged, it is really good, and the angle of the opponent's shot is also very accurate, I don't know how much stronger than his method of shooting poisonous needles.

Thinking of the good people who came, he hurriedly shouted: "Who is coming?" ”

Everyone couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw Wen Qing escape from death, and when they heard the ghost man shouting, they all looked in the direction where the silver needle was shot.

I saw that seven figures flew from a distance, holding a sword in their hands, performing light skills, like a fairy who was a fan, and fell into the courtyard.

The seven are all young women with elegant and beautiful appearances, dressed in lotus clothes, and they are unconventional, like the daughters of the Nine Heavens who do not eat fireworks in the mortal world.

Among the six doors, someone exclaimed, "Disciple Emei!! ”

They have been guarding the Western Regions, how could they not know the female disciples of Mount Emei.

Wen Qing glanced at the ghost father not far away, and then saw these disciples of the Emei faction appear, and immediately knew that it was they who made a move, so he immediately stepped forward, hugged his fists and said: "Thank you for the rescue of a few Emei women, Wen Qing is grateful!" ”

I saw that the female disciple at the head chuckled and said: "Wen Shaoxia is polite, the Infinite Sword Sect and my Emei are both decent martial arts sects, and it is natural for them to help each other." ”

Wen Qing was stunned, but he didn't expect the other party to recognize him, he hadn't reported to the master yet!

The female disciple at the head took in his expression, glanced at a junior sister behind him, and laughed lightly: "Wen Shaoxia doesn't have to be confused, we have seen it in Songshan that day!" ”

"It's just that I don't have a disciple in Emei to compete, and it's normal for Wen Shaoxia not to know us, but Wen Shaoxia showed his might in the ring, but I and the junior sisters can see it clearly, and so far, I still remember it vividly!"

Hearing what the other party said, Wen Qing immediately lowered his head in embarrassment, and even his face turned a little red.

I thought, how can there be any divine might, he will take revenge, not to mention the injury of Senior Brother Zhong of the Quanzhen Sect, not to mention, even these Emei disciples who were present that day did not recognize any of them, and now they are broken by others, and they can't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Seeing him like this, all the Emei disciples covered their mouths and snickered, but one of the female disciples, her eyes were bright, and she looked at Wen Qing with a farewell

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The color of the kind.

And the other disciples laughed, and they all looked at the female disciple with a mocking face, which made her shyly bow her head, and her cheeks seemed to be dyed with a touch of red, which was beautiful and beautiful.

When Wen Qing heard these laughter, she was even more embarrassed to grab her toes on the ground, and almost covered her face and ran out without shame.

Fortunately, he has also seen a big scene, and after being embarrassed for a while, he stubbornly arched his hand and said: "I am clumsy, I didn't recognize a few Emei women, and I apologize to a few of them!" ”

As he spoke, he bowed respectfully to the women.

Otherwise, this matter will not be overcome!

Wen Qing raised his head, looked at the faces of several women one by one, and secretly swore that he would keep their faces firmly in his heart this time, even if he turned into ashes next time, he would recognize them.

Thinking like this, he arched: "Haven't asked a few heroines for their names?" ”

The female disciple at the head replied: "Disciple Emei, Zhou Yun! ”

"Disciple Emei, Xia Yan."

"Disciple Emei, Ji Qingqiu."

……

"Disciple Emei, Mu Nanshuang."

As the seventh female disciple reported his name, Wen Qing couldn't help but be surprised, not because there was anything peculiar about these names, but because he had heard the chivalrous names of several women.

These seven people are the most brilliant disciples of Emei's contemporary generation, and Zhou Yun's name is a few points higher than that of Li Yanjiang in Wudang, but few people have seen them!

Unexpectedly, I was fortunate to be met by him today, and the other party also knew and saved himself, it is not an exaggeration to say that Sansheng was lucky.

"It turned out to be Zhou Nuxia, I admired it for a long time, but I didn't recognize it in person today, it's really damned!"

Wen Qing looked guilty and extremely annoyed.

Zhou Yun smiled faintly: "It's okay!" ”

As she spoke, she looked at the ghost man who was already impatient in the distance, but she didn't dare to make a move because she was afraid of them.

"I'm afraid this old gentleman can't wait, right?"

Seeing that several people finally paid attention to themselves, the ghost man couldn't wait to shout "I thank you", and he said with a gloomy face: "Hmph, finished talking?" ”

"I didn't expect the Emei disciples to come to join in the fun, Lao Tzu is going to meet you well!"

Zhou Yun always had a smile on his face, and said unhurriedly: "The old gentleman is the ghost master of one of the four ghosts of the Witch God Sect, right?" ”

Before the ghost father could answer, Zhou Yun said again: "I don't know where Mr. Ghost General is?" ”

"If you're here, why don't you show up?"

Wen Qing suddenly heard Zhou Yun's words, and was immediately shocked, secretly saying that there are still others here?

Listening to her tone, she was also a member of the Witch God Sect, how could she not notice it at all?

Just when Wen Qing was suspicious, a loud laugh came, and a figure slowly walked in from outside the courtyard.

"Disciple Emei, it's so good that you can find that Ben Jiang is hiding here, not bad, not bad!"

The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing light armor and a heroic face, not as peculiar as the other three ghosts, but ordinary compared to the three ghosts.

After all, people as ugly and eccentric as these three people are really hard to find in the world.

The so-called ghost general, at first glance, really looks like a human general.

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