The wind is blowing, and the sky is full of snowflakes.

Lao Meng stopped Xie Jin at this time.

The ruins of the ancestral hall, as well as the snow on the treetops in the forest, were lifted up, blowing snow particles all over the sky, hitting people's faces, like knives, cold and numb.

The soldiers of Luoyang were tired and cold, sweating from the battle, and a layer of ice had almost formed in their battle jackets.

Under the command of Wu Chang, the army Mingjin retreated, and made a temporary truce with the Shaolin monks for a short rest.

The hearts of the people are war-weary, but the blood is not drained.

A pair of eyes were staring at the confrontation between the first swordsman of Huashan and Meng Yishan.

Xie Jinqing Yi fought with a sword, standing in the snow, glanced at Lao Meng casually, and was slightly surprised, only to see that this man with a scar was full of energy, his steps were steady, from his gait to his posture, and then to the pair of hands holding the knife, among the swordsmen he had seen, he was also one of the best.

"Your kung fu has risen very quickly, and you are qualified to hold a knife!"

From the battle of the Yellow River to the meeting of the Lu family in Luoyang, Xie Jin was very impressed by this little catcher who had several faces, but he didn't expect his martial arts to improve by leaps and bounds.

Meng Yishan smiled and said, "Barely learn a few juggling knife techniques, and offer scandal to Mr. Xie!" At that moment, the body jumped, and the knife in his hand went down diagonally, from left to right, and suddenly jumped! Take the shoulders and necks straight to the unraveling.

Shooting is the true meaning of the knife to go black, and the black hand is slammed!

Xie Jin coldly faced this sudden slash with the power of jumping! The body did not shake, the shoulders did not move, purely with the flick of the wrist, the sword light suddenly rose, and the three-foot Qingfeng crossed an arc, and the volley was in the gap between the unfinished sword momentum.

This sword has no tricks, the strength is restrained, and the last strike comes first!

The swords slashed at each other, Meng Yishan suddenly felt a force hit the knife, even if the real strength was drumming, he couldn't resist the strength of this sword, he took half a step back, and barely coping with it, and then wanted to attack the second knife, but he couldn't hand it over.

The wind is gusting, and the snow is vast.

Xie Jin's footsteps were slightly oblique, and the blade of the sword turned, and the speed was so fast that it was like a white rainbow passing through the sky, and it pierced Meng Yishan's throat like a meteor!

Lao Meng's heart sank, and he hurriedly erected the treasure knife and quickly sealed the sword.

But the true power on this sword is still very condensed, Meng Yishan received a shake of his body, and his mouth was hot, but he did not retreat this time, and was waiting to take advantage of the momentum to gather strength to send a knife counterattack.

Xie Jin was about to be exhausted when the sword momentum was about to end, his elbow was bent, and his right hand stabbed out a sword again with a very small arc!

The shadow of the sword was divided, enveloping the vital point in front of him, and the shadow of the sword was striped, and it was difficult to tell where this sword was piercing.

Lao Meng's eyes widened, he was very vigilant, and at the moment when the tip of the sword had faintly touched his heart, he moved like a rabbit, and his steps retreated backwards in a chain.

Only the figure of Jianjin shook quickly, and the person followed the sword, and the sword of the wind slashed towards Meng Yishan's knife-holding arm!

The "Chopping Maniac" met an opponent this time, Lao Meng's body was like a spinning top, and he barely dodged this blow, but the sleeves of the brocade robe were cut out by a sword.

The arrogant old Meng who was a little arrogant in martial arts was awakened by this sword, and his back was in a cold sweat, the first swordsman in Huashan, and he really lived up to his reputation.

With his current skills, in the face of such a sword speed that is difficult to compete with, he can only dodge with his body, and he can't hand out the move at all.

While struggling to support it, I couldn't help but wonder how Lu Yunpeng used a big gun to break the fast sword of Xie Jin.

But I don't know that this Mr. Xie didn't succeed in swordsmanship back then, and after losing to Lu Yunpeng, he was ashamed and brave, and he had sublimated his swordsmanship.

Meng Yishan's body is tossing and turning, like a swimming fish under the sword lotus, jumping under the sword light of Huohuo, between the fish playing lotus leaves, the fish playing lotus leaves east, and the fish playing lotus leaves north!

Under the flow of swords and swords, although the fish is still in the water, it has the momentum of jumping out of the sword net.

He went from struggling to support to walking freely under the sword, and he actually avoided the eight swords in this time of fighting.

The masters in the field are paying attention to this contest not so much as a sword duel, but a competition of fish swimming at the bottom of the sword.

Seeing Lao Meng's skills so slippery and not sparing, he couldn't help but want to applaud.

Xie Jin was also slightly surprised, his first two swords were ordinary sword moves, and the last six swords had already used Huashan swordsmanship. The sword was useless.

"Eight strikes of the wild goose!"

Wu Chang held the sword in his hand, his eyes were sharp, and he looked at Xie Jin, who was eager to try, he was an authentic swordsman who had heard of the two most famous sets of swordsmanship in Huashan, Zhenzong's "Yuntai Washing Heart Sword" and the prestigious Eight Strikes of the Falling Goose.

As fast as lightning, the sword slashes the flying geese.

This set of falling goose swords, one sword is faster than the other, and the sword chases the soul and kills. It is the leader in the fast sword, and it is made by Xie Jin, and it is even more silent and swift.

Wu Chang didn't expect that this Meng Yishan would dodge the six swords of Luoyan with his body technique. This is stronger than the previous time when I competed with myself.

The Shaolin monks and soldiers had already snatched back Zhibei's body at this moment. The low morale was boosted again by Huashan's reinforcements.

The one-armed sword was held by a monk, and he came to Xue'an and said, "Can the master of the courtyard say that the Huashan faction is moving, those swordsmen are not weak, and with Uncle Diluo's full strength, he may be able to turn defeat into victory." ”

Zen Master Xue'an's eyes lowered, he muttered for a moment, and said, "At this moment, the three-legged stand is the safest. Huashan and we are not one after all. Won't do your best for me Shaolin. ”

"Huashan Road is far away, but Bishan Mountain is too close."

Ye Qianxun, the great man of the rivers and lakes who became a lost dog, was quite calm at the moment, and he told the Huashan disciple who was close to him, "There are two ghosts in the mountain, that is, the thorns are in the back, and they can't move, so they can't provoke that ghost ancestor to go down the mountain." ”

He hated it so much that he wanted to eat Meng Yishan raw, but now that his own foundation was gone, he had to listen to the orders of the head of the Northwest of Jianhan when he became an elder of Huashan one day.

Rescuing Shaolin is the goal, not fighting to the death with King Yi's side, fighting to the death.

Divine monk Diluo, seeing Huashan's help, he didn't want to fight with the three masters anymore.

He had the upper hand, but the three players on the opposite side were also clever one by one, and the fight was too unpleasant, with continuous fierce attacks, and no room for ventilation was given.

At the moment, the monk's robe was flicked, a fist was smashed, a move was a whip stone, and Wang Buddha was punched.

Wang Jiaoxi was forced to fly and retreat.

Diluo progressed, punched a chain, and punched the black tiger again, forcing Wang He to take two steps back.

Two fists back to the king, this monk took advantage of the momentum to kick again, kicked quickly, Kui Xing kicked and fought, there was no way to avoid it!

Lu Yunpeng suddenly took the pile, spit out with both palms, and Aoki's palm power was overwhelming, and the kick of Diluo was square!

Bang! The spear provoked Hua Yue and was still no match for the inhuman strength of the Diluo monk, and his body was upside down, flying out of Zhang Xu, and his blood was churning.

"Your palm power is no worse than marksmanship." Tiro approving.

"The priest is overrated." Lu Yunpeng reluctantly spoke. His hands were swollen and uncomfortable at the moment, and the power of Aoki's palm was kicked by Di Luo, and the qi and blood flowed backwards.

"Let's stop here, the old monk can't revenge his son tonight."

Diro jumped out of the circle and said to the three of them.

Wang He, Lu Yunpeng and Wang Jiaoxi, the three opposite sides were also beaten by Diluo's scalp.

The three masters nodded slowly, but they didn't dare to separate for the time being, they were horns with each other, and whoever broke the order could be quickly killed by Diluo.

The meal of this Hongmen banquet is sandwiched, and these people have really had enough.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the cold night is lonely.

At this moment, only Meng Yishan and Xie Jin are still fighting in the field.

Meng Yishan, who adapted to the rhythm of the fast sword, after dodging a sword again, the essence in his eyes flashed, holding the knife in both hands, rubbing his body and rushing up in the midst of the contrarian trend, the sword light was like snow, reflecting in front of him, and the knife was slashed!