Chapter Ninety-Eight: Infighting Begins at the Beginning of the Great War

He wiped the cold sweat from his head, looked at the person opposite, and praised: "Master Qiao's Shaolin Temple Yaksha Sixteen-Style Stick Method really lives up to its reputation! I appreciate it very much! Now, Ji Feixue is in danger, why should Master Qiao Helm follow him with all his heart? If you are willing to switch to my disciple, you can give you a real person to sit on, how about it?"

Qiao Ba looked at him, spat fiercely, ignored him, turned around sharply to Xingluo's side, helped her to the injured Ji Feixue, and didn't care about the inconvenience of men and women, just tore off a piece of clothing and bandaged Xingluo's wound.

and ordered his subordinates to take care of it, and then he carried the Qi Mei stick and jumped into the battle with Wuji, Xingluo looked back at Ji Feixue, and he just stared at Qiao Ba and fought without a trace, and did not glance at her,

Seeing him so hard-hearted, the corners of his mouth trembled, and tears rolled down again.

At this time, the farmer saw a traceless duel against Qiao Ba, and it was difficult to win for a while, so he gritted his teeth and stood up with his sword, and the two fought Qiao Ba together. Qiao Ba waved a Qimei stick, and put a Shaolin Yaksha sixteen-style stick method, making it extremely powerful, the phoenix roared and the tiger roared, and the two of them did not fall behind at all, and the onlookers cheered.

The three of them were fighting lively, in the direction of the main gate of the Sky Cliff, suddenly there was a big chaos, and not long after, I saw the helmsman guarding the door with a bloody face, and ran towards the hall with a few men.

He shouted: "The chief helmsman, the head of the planting road, the attack at the front door is too fierce, we can't resist, they have already killed in!

Here, when the farmer heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and he set aside a stick smashed by Qiao Ba, and shouted at Wuji: "Chief helmsman, we are attacked on both sides, why don't we withdraw first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped into a column and was about to flee, so angry that he scolded while fighting with Qiao Ba: "Farming, if you dare to escape, I will not spare you!" You quickly command your subordinates to fight a decisive battle against this gang of rebels, and it won't be long before our reinforcements arrive!"

The head of the seed path was suspicious, so he didn't dare to flee again, so he gritted his teeth and waved his long sword, and led dozens of brothers to the direction of the gate, and was meeting many people who were chasing the congregation of the Shenwu Society.

Knowing how much to talk about, waving a pair of Emei thorns, he went straight to the head of the plant, the head of the seed road has been invading women all the year round, and his body is already empty, coupled with the panic in his heart, he was chaotic in a few rounds, and he had to retreat to the hall to meet without a trace.

Knowing more and then rushing over, looking at Qiao Ba and the vicious battle without a trace, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Big mouth eight, I know to decompose more for you, decompose! How powerful you are at blowing your own Yaksha Sixteen Styles every day, what a perfect fire, you see that you can't even fight two lost dogs, you can never blow it again in the future!"

Qiao Ba was happy when he saw that he had arrived, and when he heard him taunt him, he couldn't help but be annoyed, and yelled: "Knowing the monkey, you wait, I'll let you see the power of the Yaksha Sixteen Forms!"

After that, the stick head "dang" sounded, knocked open the traceless waist knife, and then, one turned around on the spot, swept the lower plate under the farming, looked left and right under the farming, just waiting for the rescue, has long had no intention of fighting, saw the Qi Mei stick swept over, jumped up, who knew that Qiao Ba was about to pick up the stick, "bang!", was shaved in the crotch of the farming.

Farming hurt so much that he said "oops", turned over and fell out of the distance, covered his crotch, couldn't walk, could only hunch over, and jumped into the hall with his legs between his legs. Behind him, everyone hurriedly left their opponents behind them and ran into the hall with the farmer.

Seeing it without a trace, he hurriedly made a move, got rid of Qiao Ba, and rushed to the hall. Qiao Ba tried his best to chase after him, but he was almost injured by an arrow flying from the crack in the hall door, so he had to reluctantly retreat to Ji Feixue's side, he looked at it and said, "Hey, I know the monkey, my Yaksha Sixteen Posture was not bad just now, right?"

Knowing how much he laughed and said: "Big mouth eight, I'll decompose it for you, decompose, it's good to play it just now, but when did you have one more trick to pick up your crotch in the sixteen styles of Yaksha?

Qiao Ba also laughed and said: "Haha, I don't have this trick in the sixteen styles of Shaolin Yaksha! I tailor it for him according to his preferences, if the helmsman of Ji had let me do this, his bad habit of greed would have been changed a long time ago!"

Ji Feixue got up and pushed away the men who were supporting her, strode to the front of the hall, and shouted loudly inside: "Brothers from the field and the consistent way, you have been surrounded by us, we have prepared a lot of javelins, bows and arrows, it is futile for you to resist!"

In order to seize the position of the chief helmsman, he did not hesitate to set up a trap and colluded with the Yuan soldiers to kill many of my brothers.

In addition, I also advise the Dao Master not to be deceived without a trace, and now take the initiative to lead your subordinates back to our side, I, Ji Feixue, can also be lenient, if you still resist stubbornly and do not repent, you will only have a dead end in the end!"

Ji Feixue spoke, everyone in the hall listened to it really well, and all the disciples who had always been Taoist looked at the farming field in unison, and the farming field was supported by two disciples with their legs between their crotches, and they snuggled in the corner of the wall, snorting in pain, he heard Ji Feixue shouting that he had prepared a lot of javelins, bows and arrows, and he was scared in his heart.

Insisting on rushing to stand on the edge of the broken window, he galloped his bow and arrows without a trace: "My lord! We are now surrounded by them, and once they really have to shoot arrows and throw shuttles, I am afraid that none of us will survive! As far as I can see, why don't we promise them now that we have saved everyone's lives first, and then we will think of other ways to think about it in the long run, what do you think?"

Wuxian turned around and glanced at him coldly and said: "The planting path chief swears to plant his seeds all over the world, why is he just smashed his crotch, he is so afraid of death, not like a man to get up?

Speaking of this, he pulled his bow and arrow away, and said fiercely to the farmer and the crowd: "There has always been no advance or retreat in a certain matter, and our rescue is coming.

The corners of his mouth trembled with anger, and he pointed at Wuji and said angrily: "Poor Dao was seriously injured today, and his subordinates suffered this predicament, isn't it for you to become the chief helmsman? How could you say such heartless words?"

Without a trace, he just pulled his bow and arrow, stared at them expressionlessly, and didn't say a word.

When the disciples under the farming saw him like this, they all became angry in their hearts, and they shouted one after another: "The head of the farming sect is right! We are all for him, and we have not received any benefits, and he still points arrows at us regardless of our life and death, and we will stop doing it!

Others shouted, "Yes, yes, why should we help him?

After that, everyone was noisily shouting to open the door of the hall, and the cold breath in the eyes suddenly rose without a trace, and at the sound of the bowstring, a gust of wind passed, and a person who had already been led by an arrow through the throat fell to the ground with a "plop".

Everyone saw it, all of them were angry, and in an instant, a few more people waved knives and guns to fight with no trace, and no trace stood in place, pulling the bowstring again and again, and those people immediately fell to the ground, and the rest of the people were all suppressed by the evil aura of no trace, and the hall was very quiet all of a sudden, as if the air was condensed.

Seeing that several of his subordinates had fallen, blood splashed everywhere, he was also frightened by the heavy hand without a trace, and froze there, not knowing what to do, at this moment, he heard a commotion outside.

Without a trace, he hurriedly looked back, only to see that there were three more people outside, the person in front was about forty or fifty years old, wearing a purple robe, a purple hair under the sea, moving slightly with the wind, born very majestic, and the two behind him were dressed in black, each holding an iron thistle terrestris, standing left and right.

He was overjoyed and said outside: "How can a certain virtue be able to trouble Lord Jin Wei to come in person, it's really ashamed!"

After that, he has already flown out of the broken window.

All the people also set up the fields and followed, and opened the door and went out. Wu Ji stepped forward and saluted: "During the war, Wu Wu was trapped in the encirclement and could not greet the adults, I hope Lord Shamoko will forgive me!"

Shamoko looked at him and pointed to the people behind him with his hand: "Are these the White Lotus thieves you said who don't want to be naturalized?"

Wu nodded without a trace, pointed at Ji Feixue with his hand and said, "The person with the injured leg is the bandit leader Ji Feixue!"

Shamoke stroked his purple hair and looked at Ji Feixue and his subordinates: "The bandit leader is here, it's easy to do! You go back, just leave it to the old man here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Feixue's subordinates were already annoyed, he roared, rushed to him, picked up the eyebrow stick, and smashed his head at Shamoke.

Without waiting for Shamoke to make a move, there was a "dang chang" sound in his ears, and the black-clothed man on his right had already thrown out the iron thistle and blocked the Qi Mei stick, and then between the one-handed retraction and release, the iron thistle was hanging with a "whirring" wind howl, and it had gone straight to Qiao Ba's front door.

Qiao Ba turned sideways to the side, and gently touched the iron thistle with the Qi Mei stick, the iron thistle immediately changed its direction, and hit it back, the iron chain in the hand of the man in black trembled, and the iron thistle rotated around his waist to the other side, and suddenly exerted force, and smashed it towards Qiao Ba who was following him at great speed, Qiao Ba's Yaksha Sixteen Style had not time to unfold, so he hurriedly retracted it, and inserted the Qi Mei stick into the iron chain connected to the iron thistle, and then stirred it vigorously, and the weapons of the two were entangled in one place.

The two sides held one end, and the corners were strong, knowing that they were in a state of stalemate, and then a drill into the sky, the figure soared in the air, waving two Emei thorns, and directly attacked the black-clothed man who wrestled with Qiao.