Outside Wan'an Temple, Wang Baobao and Zhao Min, who were leading a group of soldiers to leave, suddenly heard a loud noise from the direction of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and everyone looked back together, and there was a commotion when they landed.

"Look, what's that?"

"Oh my God, the Thousand Buddha Pagoda was lifted in the air!"

"Is this the immortal of the Central Plains coming down to earth?"

......

The soldiers were chattering and talking.

Zhao Min looked at the two pillars of light that were against the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and he was also stunned for a while.

On the side, Wang Baobao was slightly shocked, and his face was shocked, "This ...... Is this still human......"

"No, I'm going to take a look!" Zhao Min suddenly said something inexplicable, turned around and ran in the direction of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

"Minmin......" Wang Baobao's eyes were quick, and he dragged her back, "Minmin, what are you doing? It's dangerous inside now." ”

"I'm going to go back and see him...... Are those people dead!" Zhao Min's expression was a little evasive, and he stammered slightly.

"Minmin, you can't hide something from your brother, right?" asked Wang Baobao strangely.

Zhao Min settled down, and said with a natural expression: "No, after all, the six major factions were captured by me personally, if they let them escape, wouldn't I be busy working in vain, and maybe I would be blamed by the emperor!"

"Really?" Wang Baobao stared at Zhao Min suspiciously, and only after a while did he smile slightly: "Sister, don't worry, I have already notified my father to send a large army to surround Wan'an Temple, and I will never let go of a fish that slips through the net!"

"No, I'm not at ease if I don't go to see it!" Zhao Min shook his head and said.

"You don't like that person, do you?" asked Wang Baobao with a sudden smile.

"Brother!" Zhao Min's face flashed with a touch of red, and he snorted coquettishly, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about, I'm ...... How could I possibly like him!"

Although Wang Baobao didn't see the strangeness on Zhao Min's face, he could hear the unnaturalness of her tone, and there was a small trap in his question, if it was Zhao Min in ordinary times, he would definitely not be fooled.

Thinking that his sister really liked the great enemy of the Ruyang Palace, Wang Baobao's face was slightly gloomy, "Minmin, you better die of this heart as soon as possible, it is impossible between you." ”

Zhao Minjiao's body shook slightly, and a touch of gloom flashed in her eyes, but she still said in her mouth: "I have my own measure, let go of me!"

Wang Baobao saw that Zhao Min's face was cold, and immediately instinctively withdrew his hand and let go of her, in Ruyang Palace, Wang Baobao was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he was afraid that his sister would lose his temper, and his momentum weakened for a while.

"Minmin, Mingjiao and Ruyang Wangfu, and Dayuan all have a common enmity, that Zhang Wuji is the leader of Mingjiao, do you think his father will leave him to live in the world?"

The reason why he suspected that Zhao Min liked Zhang Wuji was because someone broke into the backyard of Ruyang Wangfu at night that night and was protected by Zhao Min.

Zhao Min couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, and he muttered after a while, "What if it's someone else?"

"If it's someone else, as long as Min Min likes it, my brother will never object!" Wang Baobao replied without thinking.

Zhao Min smiled happily, "This is what you said, don't regret it!"

"No ......"

Before the word "repentance" could be spoken, Wang Baobao suddenly paused, and then he realized that he had fallen for his sister again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Minmin, now you can say who you like, right?"

"Hmph, I won't tell you!" Zhao Min turned his head and snorted, raised his chin lightly, and stretched out his hand in front of Wang Baobao, "Give me back my sword!"

"I'm really afraid of you!" Wang Baobao sighed helplessly, and waved his hand to beckon two soldiers, who were carrying a simple and exquisite sword in their hands, but it was a sword from the sky.

Zhao Min took the Heavenly Sword, and as soon as his body moved, he jumped towards the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Wang Baobao stood in place and looked uncertain for a while, and finally ordered: "Let's go back too!"

At this time, dozens of zhang away from the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, two figures, one red and one white, moved and collided rapidly, the surrounding sword qi was vertical and horizontal, the palm power was rolling, and the sound of explosions in the air was non-stop.

The two seem to be on equal footing, but if there is a master here, it must be seen that the sword qi of the white figure is always suppressed by the palm power of the red figure, and it has already fallen into disadvantage.

These two people are naturally Bai Mei and Ba Siba, and suddenly with a "bang", the two of them were separated at a touch, and each jumped back a few steps.

But at this time, the yellow and red monk's robe on Paspa's body had already broken a few holes, and his face was a little less treasured* and a little more angry.

And the white-eyed old man has silver beard and white hair, long eyebrows fluttering, the white clothes on his body are spotless, and he doesn't know when there is a long sword in his hand, the silver light flashes, the sword aura is awe-inspiring, and the whole person goes to that station, floating out of the dust, just like the legendary sword fairy.

Previously, Zhang Sanfeng and Bai Mei joined forces at the top of the tower to fight against the enemy Ba Si Pa, Ba Si Pa once fell into the disadvantage, and then the Thousand Buddha Pagoda was blown up, and the three masters immediately transferred the battlefield, fighting from the top of the tower to the ground, Bai Mei and Zhang Sanfeng were worried about their own sect disciples, and the two who had a tacit understanding immediately decided to drag Ba Si Pa by one person, and the other person went to save people.

Bai Mei is naturally the one who left behind to drag Ba Si Pa, although his martial arts are slightly inferior to Ba Si Pa, but with all his strength, it is difficult for Ba Si Pa to defeat him in a short time, which is why this scene in front of him appeared.

Ba Si Pa raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, and a flash of surprise flashed on his face, "That kid is not dead, he can even withstand the force of tens of thousands of catties of falling, how did he do it!"

Bai Mei's face was indifferent, but his heart was also turbulent, when the Thousand Buddha Pagoda collapsed before, he was already disheartened, and he said that the Emei faction was about to be buried here.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was Murong Fu, who had always been quite unpleasant, to turn the tide and save the Emei vein, and he was shocked for a while, "What kind of freak is this kid......

After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly took a step, his figure swept past the white eyebrows, and jumped straight in the direction of the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

"Hmph, you don't take the old man too seriously!" Bai Mei snorted, and the long sword flew out of his hand with a "brush", directly taking the vital point of Ba Sipa's body.

Paspa's body flipped in the air, dodging the long sword.

Bai Mei didn't move, and pinched a strange sword trick in his hand, only to see that the long sword actually "whew" a bend, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and instantly divided into eight identical "long swords", and the white light on the sword body was dazzling.

With a few "snorts", the eight long swords instantly turned into eight white swords and slashed towards Ba Sipa.

"This is by no means an ordinary sword qi!"

The thought flashed in Ba Sipa's mind, and his heart was terrified, but he was in the air, and he had nowhere to borrow strength, so he immediately twisted his waist, twisted his hands and legs irregularly, and flashed the long sword while moving a few feet to the right out of thin air, which was able to avoid the rest of the long sword.

The sword trick in Bai Mei's hand changed, the long sword in the air paused slightly, and the direction of "Huh" turned around, stabbing at Ba Si Pa from all directions.

Ba Si Pa was helpless, kicked forward with his right foot, his body retreated with strength, Bai Mei stretched out his hand, and the eight long swords flickered slightly, and then merged into one, and returned to Bai Mei's hand leisurely.

If Murong Fu was here, he would definitely be shocked, because Bai Mei's technique of controlling the sword in the air was like flowing clouds and water, and it was naturally wishy-washy, which seemed to be different from the legendary sword technique, and it was not at all comparable to his "sword technique" formed by using the Northern Spiritual Skill and the Great Shift of Qiankun.

It's a long story, but it's only a matter of two breaths between the time Phag-pa left and the time he retreats again.

"Imperial Sword Technique?" "Eight Si Pa looked at Bai Mei with a stunned expression, the swordsmanship used by the other party is not reasonable at all, except for the rumored swordsmanship, he really can't think of any other swordsmanship in the world that can be so far in the air.

"Don't dare, it's just a little fur!" Bai Mei replied noncommittally, a flash of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and then he looked at Ba Si Pa fixedly, with a look of sworn death on his face.

Just kidding, when people are lost and regained, they will cherish it more and more, and at this time, he once again saw the hope of the Emei faction, and naturally he would never give Ba Si Pa the slightest opportunity to take advantage of it.

Ba Si Pa glanced at Bai Mei, his brows furrowed slightly, "I'm just curious about how that kid did this, don't you want to see it?"

Bai Mei's brows moved slightly, as if he was a little moved, but he immediately shook his head again and said nothing.

Ba Sipa sighed, "Your Excellency, don't worry, so far, this seat has done its best, and there is no need to stop you from saving people." ”

There are priorities, Bai Mei said in his heart that it is impossible not to be curious, but let Ba Si Pa go over, it is absolutely impossible, and immediately said coldly: "Let you go, it is impossible!"

"Hmph, that depends on whether you have the ability to do this!" Ba Si Pa snorted angrily, his steps raised slightly, and his figure disappeared in place.

Bai Mei raised his eyebrows, a sharp cold light flashed in his eyes, his wrist flicked, the long sword flew out on its own, and quickly rotated around his body, every time he turned, there was an extra sword shadow, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen sword shadows circling around him, and the scope of the shroud was getting bigger and bigger.

The figure of Ba Si Pa flashed away on the left side of Bai Mei, and the next moment, a fiery red and hot fierce palm print appeared out of thin air, and slapped towards Bai Mei at an extremely fast speed.

Bai Mei's right sword finger pointed towards the palm print, and the sword shadow beside him immediately split out and cut out from the left side.

"Poof", Ba Sipa's palm prints were instantly cut into seven or eight pieces, but the strange thing is that the palm power is still condensed and does not disperse, changing direction in the air, and after a while, it is divided into several smaller palm prints, and they are patted, with different angles and different sizes.

Bai Mei's face changed slightly, as if he had thought of something, and immediately his hands were blurred, and the sword technique in his hand quickly changed, and a clear sound of "buzzing" sounded, and the sword shadows around him shuttled extremely quickly in the air, and the sword air flowed, as if intertwined into a big net, but there were many loopholes on the Internet.

"Hehe, it turns out that it's really just a little bit of skin," Ba Si Pa chuckled lightly, and the voice came from all directions, making it difficult to distinguish the direction, "But this seat admires you, the sword art has been lost for hundreds of years, there is no secret book of mental magic in the world to practice, you can actually rely on your own talent to cultivate, even if it is just the skin, it is enough to be proud of the world!"

"Awards, micro skills, you don't deserve such praise from Your Excellency!" Bai Mei's expression was indifferent, but there was a faint arrogance in his tone.