The sky was dark when the Jinyi Tiqi and the Sun and Moon God Sect Wind and Thunder Hall were killed, and they couldn't take care of other places for the time being.

The assault of the Sun Moon God Sect's Wind and Thunder Hall was stopped, and the Beichen soldiers' movements were trapped in the village and could not leave even half a step.

Hu Yuliang of Modaomen led hundreds of people to set up a large formation at the gate of this camp, the Northern Yuan cavalry had not yet arrived, they still had a chance to rest for a while, but they did not dare to waste this time, and they were still stepping up to carry horses, thistles, box carts and other things from the village to increase their defensive strength, otherwise even if there were only thousands of Northern Yuan cavalry rushing over, they would also defeat their thin formation with one blow.

Feng Yishan is not in the mood to pay attention to them, Ye Chengkong is mighty, the Northern Yuan cavalry has adopted a strategy of encircling but not attacking the Jiulian Villa team, and the continuous rain of arrows is constantly shooting into the formation, that is, no longer send people to get close to here, but the people of Jiulian Villa can't rush out, and they are stalemate for a while.

All this is because although Ye Chengkong's power is extremely great, the range of his moves is very limited, and he is already no more lethal when he is a hundred steps away.

This was quickly discovered by the sharp-eyed Northern Yuan officers, who, after the death of a soldier, wisely no longer let the soldiers attack recklessly, but formed a large circle and carried out long-range attacks with a continuous rain of arrows.

The guards in the Jiulian Villa, under the leadership of the eight guards, continued to use their internal force to resist the continuous rain of arrows, and their internal strength was about to run out, but they could only wait for the old dragon's head to break the deadlock.

The people of the Wudang faction have already approached the vicinity of the Jiulian Mountain Villa team, their martial arts are also good, and they can hold out for a while to resist the rain of arrows with swordsmanship, but they also complain bitterly, but they dare not kill into the Northern Yuan Formation, where the corpses of dozens of Wudang disciples have been left.

Wudang Sect Leader Wuji was inseparable from Kumu Lu's killing at this time, and he suffered a few stabs, and Kumu Lu was inserted into his leg by Wuji's sword.

The pain was unbearable, but he still gritted his teeth and couldn't make a sound, his legs twisted the sword body hard, and the long knife slashed at Wuji's neck.

The Wuji Sword was restrained and cut off hard, but it was killed by his muscles, so he had to abandon the sword and let go, and bounced it back with the technique of Tai Chi.

Kumulu was badly injured by the sword, but he had to tighten his teeth and continue to cut off, Wuji Zhen's body shrank strangely, shrunk sideways, dodged his neck but not his back, he was cut a big hole in his back, and his footsteps were staggered and he went down to avoid the past.

Kumulu's knife only hurt his back, but the sword on his leg was bounced back to hurt the muscles and bones, not to mention the tendons were broken, and the leg bones also bounced out, and he jumped a few times and retreated with a lame, hateful and hateful, "Okay, what a Wudang faction, the revenge of today's broken leg must not be kept in mind, and he will return it a hundred times every day." Farewell!"

After speaking, Kumulu urged the light work, dragged the bleeding broken leg and glided directly on the ground, crashing into countless soldiers on both sides of Beiyuan and Beichen all the way, but no one could stop him in the slightest.

Wuji Zhenren wanted to chase after him again, the sword had been twisted into scrap iron, and he had many wounds, not to mention that he didn't want to offend the Beiyuan wolf Juxu Mountain in his heart, so he didn't chase and kill again, but turned his head towards the Wudang faction, and there was no sword in his hand along the way, using his fingers as swords, and one finger fell into the chest of a Beiyuan person, but the Beiyuan people couldn't stop him from half a step, and he moved forward unimpeded.

Looking at the Hanging Temple, after the old dragon head joined, his strength was not as good as the Beiyuan man opposite. Sands Chinese

The internal force turned into a lotus flower and constantly collided with the opponent's sword qi wolf head, and the overflowing internal force turned into vitality and scattered, and the strong qi wave overturned many nearby soldiers.

The monks of the Hanging Temple couldn't stand steadily, and they were only consumed in vain by their internal strength, and gradually leaned towards Jiulian Villa under the cover of the Zen master and the old dragon head Shuangshuang.

With the help of the old dragon's head, the Zen master of the Hanging Temple completely let go of his hands and feet, and the long stick in his hand turned into a golden stick shadow and went to the Beiyuan people's cover, and when he pulled it back, he had to send a stick to the old dragon's head.

Although the Zen master's body did not dare to leave the man for half a step, and circled around him tightly, the stick was wrapped with the golden internal force called Buddha power by the Buddhist sect, turning into a long dragon that could hit Zhang Yu, and accurately smashed into the Beiyuan man who was fighting with the old dragon's head at such a close distance.

When the battle was not long, the old dragon head and the Zen master were all a little anxious, the longer it dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for them, and in this mid-air leap, it can be seen that the sea of Beiyuan cavalry was everywhere under their feet, and there was still no team of Beichen soldiers attacking in the fire-filled village.

Knowing that the situation on the battlefield was not optimistic, the two of them all quickened their hands and feet.

The Zen master of the Hanging Temple suddenly abandoned the stick and put his hands together, and chanted in his mouth, "Jiaye Tianluo, Fusang of the four seas, gold-leaf robe, Buddha light, heaven and earth, there is no demon in me, Gail Faxiang, extinguishing Shura, robes and subduing demons, six ways of Mozang." Go!"

The Zen master thought very quickly, and the long stick was he took the initiative to let go, and still hit the Beiyuan people, he had to set up a long knife to block it, and when he went to pay attention to the Zen master, he finished the recitation at a very fast speed, so fast that he couldn't hear the words clearly.

But this is no longer important, the Buddhist exercises are all handed down by several Buddhist powers, and they have not changed much since ancient times, and they are also quite famous in the rivers and lakes.

After the Zen master finished reading, his finger pointed at the Beiyuan people, and the robe he was wearing suddenly flew out, flashing with golden Buddha power luster, and flew sideways in the air like a big cloth covering the sky.

The Beiyuan people immediately took out another knife and slashed at the robe when the robe hit him, but he only felt that the robe was slippery, soft and weak, but extremely tough, and the sticky inverted sticky long knife wrapped towards him in all directions.

Realizing that something was wrong, the Northern Yuan people immediately abandoned the knife and struck it with one palm, and the robe was sunken back with a deep palm print, but it did not affect his toughness at all, but rolled over.

First, the robe that wrapped around his arm rolled up his arm, and then the robe in all directions also wrapped his whole body from all sides, and it kept curling up, curling up.

The Beiyuan people struggled first, and then gradually felt the oppression, unable to breathe, unable to move, unable to break free, unable to untie, the robe became larger and smaller with his movements, tightly strangled every joint of his body, and gradually he could not breathe or move, and fell to the ground with a pop.

When he was about to fall to the ground, the Wuji real person who appeared here at some point held a long sword in his hand and cut through the texture of the robe.

Lisuo's sword was unhindered, and the Beiyuan people who had turned into two halves did not move, but the damaged robe flew back to the Zen master, and it was worn on his body in a good manner, and only a thin line that was not so obvious could explain what had just happened.