Murong Yunyao gave up the broken sword and secretly used his internal strength to beware of another sneak attack by the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine. Wan Jianfeng turned his back to Murong Yunyao, guarding against the group of white-clothed people behind her. Both sides are well aware that the enemy is by no means an idle person, so neither of them is in a hurry to make a move, and they are waiting for the other party to show their flaws first.

After a while, Murong Yunyao became a little impatient.

She toe a little, used her palm as a knife, and slashed straight at the neck of the wide-eyed great sacrificial wine. Seeing that she was the first to strike, the other party also raised the scimitar in his hand, and the group of people in white took action one after another, attacking Wan Jianfeng together. Wan Jianfeng hurriedly swung his stick to fight back, and the fight was inextricable in an instant. The wide-eyed Great Sacrificial Wine looked at Murong Yunyao, and the raised hand did not move at all, as if he didn't take her sharp moves in his eyes at all.

Her arrogant attitude angered Murong Yunyao even more, and with a burst of applause, the strength of Murong Yunyao's palm suddenly became much stronger. Although she uses her palm as a knife, she also brings up the strength of Shuoshuo's knife, and her palm is like ten thousand steel knives coming out together, which is quite a force of thousands of troops. Seeing that a palm was about to be slashed between the items of the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, suddenly a cold light suddenly rose, and the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine came first, and before he could see it, it had reached Murong Yunyao's waist.

"Ahh Murong Yunyao exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly retracted the forward momentum, so that he didn't take the initiative to meet the sharp blade. Murong Yunyao asked herself that since her debut, even Li Huan, the number one master of Qu Yue, had never made her so difficult. Perhaps only the four unfamiliar dragons who saw the head and the tail could defeat the deaf and dumb girl in front of him.

Seeing that Murong Yunyao was taken by his sword technique, the wide-eyed Grand Sacrificial Wine let out a piercing laugh, and then the scimitar slashed towards Murong Yunyao without any scruples. Her knife moves are illusory and ethereal, tricky and ruthless, but her movements are extremely graceful, and the brilliance on the knife is even more starry and moon-like, dazzling. Her sword is terrifying to those who see her, but her people are so beautiful that even their enemies will praise them from the bottom of their hearts. Such a person and such a knife seem to be far apart, but they actually complement each other.

Murong Yunyao relied on Buyue Lingxing's extremely ingenious body technique, so he repeatedly dodged the intolerable sword moves, and even used the martial arts of many sects to fight back from time to time. It's just that she doesn't have a blade in her hand, so she inevitably has more than enough strength to give full play to the fierceness of Shaolin, the vigor of the beggar gang, the subtlety of Zhengyi, and the strength of Shenlong, and she doesn't dare to rashly use the sky to change the day to rebound the sharp blade.

Suddenly, several white-clothed people gave up Wan Jianfeng and rushed towards Murong Yunyao. They stretched out their long, slender, skull-like hands and pinched Murong Yunyao's throat. Murong Yunyao was already forced to be in a hurry by the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, and when she suddenly saw these white-clothed people attacking her, she immediately panicked.

She had no choice but to free one hand and slam it into the head of the man in white who was closest to her, while the other hand was still struggling to fight the scimitar in the hand of the Hiromu Grand Priest. Mo said that Murong Yunyao's martial arts were slightly inferior to the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, even if she was slightly better than her, she was besieged by a group of ghosts at this moment, and she was bound to fall behind.

"Smack!" Murong Yunyao slammed a palm on the top of the white-clothed man's head, the white-clothed man's skull shattered, and the corpse slowly fell. Murong Yunyao couldn't dodge, and his left rib was slashed by the wide-eyed sacrificial wine, which was deep to the bone, and blood gushed out in an instant.

Murong Yunyao clenched her silver teeth, and would rather risk taking a few more stabs than show mercy to these white-clothed weirdos. She must kill all these annoying and obstructive people in white. But seeing that she sometimes pointed, sometimes slapped, sometimes just and brave, sometimes tricky and vicious, she did everything she could in her life, and killed four or five strangers in white in the blink of an eye.

But how could the Hiromu Great Sacrifice Wine show mercy to her subordinates? When she killed four or five white-clothed strangers, she had already been stabbed four or five times in a row, and the blood gushing out of the wound stained her gorgeous purple clothes with blood in an instant.

At this moment, Wan Jianfeng waved his handsome stick and fought alone with many people in white. He suddenly heard that Murong Yunyao's voice was wrong, and hurriedly peeked at it. He never expected that Murong Yunyao, who was strong in martial arts, would be seriously injured in an instant, and he couldn't help but be angry and anxious when he saw it, and the stick technique became a little scattered.

Murong Yunyao endured the pain and continued to fight with the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine. Every time she moved, she touched the wound, and the blood kept gushing out, and the sharp pain hit her heart. Wan Jianfeng was anxious to repel the white-clothed people around him to come to help, so he naturally lost his rules. A man in white took the opportunity to reach out and grab his neck, and Wan Jianfeng instinctively hit him on the top of the head. Unexpectedly, the man in white didn't know the pain, even if he was beaten to the point that his head was bleeding, he had no intention of retreating, but grabbed the handsome stick desperately, no matter how hard Wan Jianfeng tried, he would never let go.

Seeing this, the other white-clothed people screamed and attacked Wan Jianfeng. Wan Jianfeng hurriedly gave up his handsome stick, picked up his light exercises, and wanted to swim through the gaps in the crowd, trying to fall down a few strange people who were in the way in front of him. However, there were a large number of these strange people, and they all regarded death as home, and Wan Jianfeng only shook a few times, and was pressed to the ground by this group of strange people. They roared in their mouths, and they wanted to dismember Wan Jianfeng, so frightened that Wan Jianfeng almost peed his pants.

"Heavenly spirits, earth spirits, all the gods and goddesses will soon appear! If you don't show your spirit again, this young man will scold your eighteenth ancestor! Wan Jianfeng shouted loudly while struggling hard, although his words were hard, there was a bit of crying in his voice.

Murong Yunyao was upset when she heard this, and shouted in pain: "Stinky and begging for food, you shut up this girl!" Let's sacrifice our lives for the country, and if we die, we will die, don't be embarrassed here, okay? ”

But before her words fell, a loud Buddha call suddenly came from the valley, "Amitabha, stop!" Buddhism has clouds, 'put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha', and the poor monks advise all donors to stop killing and killing. ”

Murong Yunyao looked at Wan Jianfeng in surprise, and said incomprehensibly: "Stinky food, are you really a half-immortal body, can you summon gods?" ”

Wan Jianfeng laughed and said, "Hahaha, this time you know how powerful this young man is!" ”

These white-clothed people were not all deaf, and when they heard the loud and solemn Buddha name in the valley, they stopped their hands and looked at the source of the sound in fear. There are some things that can't be heard, and under the reminder of their companions, they don't dare to act rashly. Seeing the gestures of a few white-clothed people, the wide-eyed Grand Sacrificial Wine knew that the master was coming, so he hurriedly put away the moves in his hand and looked at the canyon with a horizontal knife.

In the moonlight, a middle-aged monk came slowly, followed by two small novices. I saw that this middle-aged monk had a beautiful face like jade, white teeth and red lips, dressed in an earthy yellow straight jacket, dressed in a high-grade Sanghali, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and it was difficult to hide his elegance and handsomeness in the solemn appearance of the treasure. Although the two novices behind him looked very ordinary, they were strong and strong, and their eyes were blazing, and they must be people in the rivers and lakes at first glance.

Wan Jianfeng smiled: "Haha, dare to ask which Bodhisattva came?" Which two Arhats are behind him? Wait for this young man to return to the Central Plains, and give you high incense every day! ”

The little novice in his left hand glanced at Wan Jianfeng, then his eyes fell on the Guangmu Great Sacrifice Wine, and he put his hands together and said: "This female benefactor, the master of the little monk said, please put down the butcher's knife and let us and these two donors cross the valley safely." ”

(End of chapter)