Bai Yutian heard Zhang Yan'er's cough, and just before he could be distracted, and before he could take a look, the arm holding the sword was pierced by the silver needle of the man in black to the key point, not because of the deep internal force, and he almost threw away the peachwood sword in his hand. Seeing the man in black piercing his acupoint with a needle, he was in a hurry and jumped out of the battle circle.

Forcing back Bai Yutian, a fierce enemy, the man in black was one against two, and his skills were much faster in a moment. A needle stabbed Xie Mubai in the chest, forcing him back, and then dissolving the sword that Bao Dalei stabbed from the stab, and stabbed at his human acupoint.

Bao Dalei dodged and dodged urgently, although the acupoint in the middle of the person was not pierced by the silver needle, the right arm that attacked with the sword was not spared, and the sword fell to the ground. If it weren't for Xie Mubai's swift stab at the man in black, the man in black would have been forced to take care of one thing and lose the other for a while, and it is estimated that he would not even have the opportunity to jump behind.

With four enemies and one, three enemies and one, and two enemies and one, they are not the opponents of the man in black, Xie Mubai is injured, and one person fights the man in black, which is his opponent. Only two swords were stabbed, the first sword pierced the air, and as soon as the second sword was unfolded, the wrist was pierced by the silver needle, and the sword fell to the ground.

The man in black would not let go of such an opportunity. I saw a figure flashing, like a ghost, and the silver needle pointed at Xie Mubai's eyes.

Bai Yutian shouted that it was not good, and in a hurry, his left hand quickly waved, and a silver needle shot at the temple of the man in black.

The man in black could see six directions with his eyes and hear from his ears, and he sensed that a small light was shooting towards him, and he had a bad premonition. In order to avoid the light, the volley stopped in the air, and he had to give up the attack on Xie Mubai.

Bai Yutian's strength was exquisite, and the silver needles emitted were as fast as lightning, and it would be difficult for the opponent to dodge if he couldn't think of dodging when he made a move. Although the man in black was unusually fast, he was still a step late, and the silver needle did not hit his temple, but entered through his left nose and exited his right nose, flashing in front of his eyes, and landing ten steps away.

The man in black was frightened, felt his nose sore, and with pain, he touched it, saw blood stains on his fingers, and shouted angrily: "Who taught you this needle?" ”

Bai Yutian teased: "If you take off the black cloth on your face, I'll tell you." ”

Coming with a black cloth is afraid that others will recognize their identity, which is not good for themselves. Unless the skills are inferior to others, they have lost the ability to resist, and they are forcibly removed by others, how can they take it off by themselves.

"Shame on the face." The man in black shouted angrily, and the figure flashed, turning into a cloud of black smoke, and swept towards Bai Yutian with the help of the swift wind.

Bai Yutian's right arm was pierced by a silver needle before, and he had not recovered for a while, so he wanted to use his left hand to help hold the peachwood sword to meet the enemy, but who would have thought that the man in black would see his left hand move and flash to the left. Bai Yutian immediately understood, gave up using the peachwood sword to meet the enemy, and chose to wave his left hand non-stop, pretending to fire a silver needle.

The man in black really believed it and dodged left and right, but he was afraid that he would not be able to do it. When Bai Yutian's left hand waved more than ten times in a row, but there was no light, he knew that he was being played by Bai Yutian and was frightened. Suddenly annoyed and angry, he could no longer see Bai Yutian's left hand waving, and only rushed forward.

Fiction and reality, reality and fiction. Bai Yutian retreated, and continued to wave his left hand non-stop, and when the man in black approached him, only an arm's length away, Leng Bu shot out a silver needle.

When the man in black saw the bright light, he was startled and hurriedly dodged, but the distance was too close, it was too late, he was in the middle of the needle in his chest, his internal breath was not smooth, he screamed softly, and paused.

Seeing this, Bai Yutian stopped, and asked, "Your Excellency's martial arts are shocking, I don't know what sect or sect it comes from?" ”

The black-clothed body straightened, and the clothes were stretched outward, and the silver needles in the body were forced out, shooting towards Bai Yutian, taking the opportunity to fall backwards. The movements are so coherent that no one can see that he has half a trace of defeat.

The "thread needle" emphasizes sending and receiving freely, Bai Yutian caught the silver needle, and was about to catch up, but the man in black was already a few feet away, so he had to give up.

Seeing that the man in black had fled and the danger was gone, Zhang Yan'er hurriedly ran over and said, "Brother Bai, are you okay?" ”

Bai Yutian touched his cheeks and throat, saw one or two drops of blood, and replied with a smile: "It's okay." ”

The twenty or so heroes were very puzzled and extremely disappointed when they saw that the man in black was clearly overpowering Bai Yutian, but he fled without a fight. But the wood has become a boat, there is no need to stay, quickly turn around, step on the horse's back, and fly away, the dust is raised all the way, and it is difficult to dissipate for a long time.

Seeing this, Bai Yutian put the peach wood into the sheath, took Zhang Yan'er's hand, and asked Xie Mubai and Bao Dalei, "Seniors, are you okay?" ”

Xie Mubai didn't make a sound, and Bao Dalei replied with a smile: "It's just a little bit of skin, it's okay." With Xie Mubai walking towards the pergola, Bai Yutian led Zhang Yan'er to follow.

Zhuo Yifei led Hu Yanqing to walk beside Bai Yutian, thinking of the sharp needle technique of the man in black, his heart palpitated, and asked softly: "Your silver needle can only be used as a hidden weapon, how can his silver needle be used as a blade?" ”

Bai Yutian smiled faintly on his side face and said, "If you are willing, use the sword in your hand as an iron pestle, sharpen it into a needle, and then develop a set of needle methods to attack the opponent by yourself, you can also use it as a blade." ”

Zhuo Yifei smiled lightly and said, "One inch is long and one inch is strong." A silver needle, if it is not backed by mellow internal strength, and its skills are as fast as lightning and thunder, I am afraid that it will not be able to defeat the three-foot long sword in his hand. ”

Bai Yutian smiled happily and said, "That's right, Zhuo Yifei." The swordsmanship is practiced to the extreme, and when fighting, the opponent is not allowed to take advantage of it, how can a three-foot long sword be no match for a two- or three-inch silver needle. Calm down and learn the swordsmanship of the Huangshan Sword Sect well, which is more real than anything else. ”

Hu Yanqing said: "But today, you are four enemies and one, and your reputation is almost lost." What does this say? ”

Bai Yutian took a deep breath and said, "Old man Xie has not healed from his internal injuries, he is a little unhappy when he eats and sleeps, and it is not easy to fight against such a top master with a sword. Although Bao Daxia has superb swordsmanship, it is the first time he has encountered this kind of opponent who uses silver needles as blades, and it is reasonable that he will not be suitable for a while. As for your Xianggong Zhuo Yifei Shaoxia, you are lonely and unheard, and your swordsmanship still needs to be sharpened. ”

Hu Yanqing asked rhetorically, "What about you?" It is said that there are no vain soldiers under the fame, and there are no weak soldiers under the strong generals. Why can't you say that your master, who is known as the Sword Demon, has no name! ”

Zhang Yan'er interjected: "Sister Qing, you don't need to turn around and talk about Big Brother Bai. ”

Hu Yanqing smiled: "What do I say about him, seeing is believing." How can it not be said that Lao Tzu taught his son, and he was afraid that his son would learn all the skills, and the blue was better than the blue, and he hid one hand and tucked the other, and he was not satisfied. ”

Bai Yutian smiled: "That's not it." My son taught my son, for fear that I would not do my best to learn good things, and I would not say anything about it, but also mention my life, which can be described as a model for teachers and students. ”

The four of them came to the dinner table and sat down, Hu Yanqing said: "You haven't fought this man in black today, and your old man can't fight either?" ”

Xie Mubai said: "What are you talking nonsense! His Laozi's three-foot long sword was in his hand, and this small silver needle couldn't get close to him at all. ”

Zhuo Yifei said: "Master, why can't Xiaobai?" Father and son practiced the same set of swordsmanship. ”

Xie Mubai drank a glass of water and wine with Bao Dalei and Lei Zhenxiang, and said: "A general who can really fight well is to learn the art of war first, and then sharpen it on the battlefield. When you have experienced a hundred battles and are well-informed, and the skills of others can be turned into your own skills, you will not change in response to all changes, and it will naturally no longer be a nice empty word. ”

Bai Yutian lifted the wine jug, filled the wine glasses of Xie Mubai, Bao Dalei, and Lei Zhenxiang, saluted one, and said happily: "Listen, the elder's words are reasonable." Why is it that before the apprentice leaves the master, he is the master and the apprentice, not the apprentice and the father. It's just because the master not only has the skills inherited from top to bottom, but also has his own rich experience. He drank the wine in his glass and said, "What does a saying come about?" Oh yes. I've crossed more bridges than you've walked. ”

Zhuo Yifei got up, filled the wine glass on the table, saluted the audience, and said happily: "Everyone raise a glass together, respect... You've crossed more bridges than I've walked. ”

Everyone laughed heartily, raised their glasses together, and drank dry, so unhappy.

The meal had already been served, except for one or two soups and water, and there was still residual warmth, and it was almost cold. Don't worry about burning your mouth, everyone treats hunger as a close friend, and tries to meet all their requests, gobbling them up just to have enough to drink and eat.

The sun is westward, the Yellow Mountain is only thirty miles away, Bao Dalei and Lei Zhenxiang wanted to say goodbye but failed to do so, and followed the team to the Yellow Mountain, just for Bai Yutian to reconcile from it, Ximen Qing, Gui Haiming and others chose to forgive their previous behavior, and were willing to accept that many friends were better than many enemies, and Bao Dalei and Lei Zhenxiang also felt the same way.

Because Bao Dalei remembered the old feelings, Lei Zhenxiang's skills were not as good as others, the people in black were outnumbered, Bai Yutian did not give an inch, and he didn't even blink an eye when he killed people, and the heroes who came to block the road had made up their minds, and no one returned. The road to Huangshan can be said to be unimpeded for a while, and the sun is a lot kinder, the cool breeze between the mountains and forests blows non-stop, everyone is happy all the way, in addition to laughter, is the sound of fighting, the sound is pleasant.