Needless to say, this person who suddenly appeared could only be a white ink painting.

In just a moment, the figure of the white ink painting swept away, and they came behind Yun Fan and them, and suddenly turned around, and the white ink painting faced Yun Fan and the three of them.

Suddenly, when he saw the white ink painting, Yun Fan, Sikong Jiu and Qiu Death turned around leisurely and faced it head-on.

"In Xia Yunfan, presumably Your Excellency is the [Silver Flute Scholar] white ink painting. I have admired the name for a long time, and it is really disrespectful to come here rashly!" Yun Fan hugged his fists and smiled slightly.

For Yun Fan's words, the white ink painting was noncommittal, his gaze swept over the other two people beside Yun Fan, and said lightly: "You two must be Sikong Divine Doctor and a monk seeking death! ”

The fat head of the begging for death shook slightly, and corrected with a smile: "The name of the contemptible person is 'begging for death', not to send death. ”

Yun Fan walked forward slowly and came to Bai Mohua: "Actually, we came this time to ask Brother Bai to release the brides you caught." Other than that...... Yun has one more thing to ask for. ”

Bai Mohua looked sideways slightly, and said coldly: "I won't pay attention to the affairs of the rivers and lakes." ”

Long ago, he learned from Qin Mengyao's mouth that Yun Fan's real purpose in coming to him this time was to invite him out of the mountain and fight for the righteous path here. Now he is full of hatred and demons. And throughout the beginning and end of his tragic life, this battle for India is undoubtedly the fuse that triggered this tragedy and the root of everything.

Think about it, without the battle to seize the seal back then, the Demon Dao would not have sent Jiang Biling, a slut, to approach him and make a beauty trick on him, and his appearance was ruined because of that slut, and he was expelled from his division because of this, and his good future was ruined, and his division was also unable to raise his head in the rivers and lakes from now on, resulting in the final decline.

Now, how could he repeat the same mistake again?

Bai Mohua's mind naturally did not escape Yun Fan's eyes, but Yun Fan's task on this trip was to find ways to help him untie this knot, no, it should be said that it was a demon.

Yun Fan took a few steps forward again, narrowing the distance between him and Bai Mohua: "The rivers and lakes are now gone, and the battle to seize the seal really needs you." ”

Bai Mohua's gaze suddenly froze, and his tone suddenly increased a little: "Shut up! How do you know I'm here?"

Bai Mohua's eyes rolled, and he said in a deep voice: "That woman dares to betray me!"

Yun Fan: "!!"

Sikong Yujiu's mind was racing, and it seemed that he had thought of something all of a sudden, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

"There is really no woman in the world who can be trusted. ”

The white ink painting's eyes suddenly condensed, and the cold killing intent overflowed. He suddenly turned away, the black hair on his head danced in the wind, he didn't pay any attention to Yun Fan and them, he had already made a decision in his heart: that hateful woman must die!

That's right, the woman he wanted to kill was Qin Mengyao.

Because in his heart, he had already decided that she had betrayed herself, which allowed Yun Fan and them to find his hiding place so easily.

At this time, Yun Fan had already reacted, and he naturally would not sit idly by and watch Bai Mohua wronging a good person and killing innocent people by mistake.

He had to intervene to stop Bai Mohua's soul-wrenching behavior.

Yun Fan explained to the death-seeking beside him: "You go to save people first." ”

"Then you must be careful!" he bowed his head to death, and then turned and ran towards the dilapidated house in front of him.

On this side, after Yun Fan explained the matter of begging for death, without the slightest hesitation and hesitation, his body flickered, turned into a streamer, and with a mighty and majestic majesty, he rushed straight to the white ink painting.

At this moment, the white ink painting in front of him suddenly felt that the surrounding air seemed to be pumped into a vacuum in an instant with Yun Fan's attack!

Almost without any consideration, the white ink painting jumped up at the same time, and the silver flute on his waist flashed a rainbow under the scorching sun, with a bit of poignant amazement, and the latter came first to meet Yun Fan. Although his attack this time was hasty, it was still majestic and awe-inspiring!

As far as he is concerned, this silver flute is both a musical instrument and a weapon! There is no vanity under the fame, and the "silver flute scholar" is actually a waste of fame! His blow is no small matter.

Seeing this, Yun Fan's body turned, and then secretly mentioned the Wuji Xuantian Gong, and the fierce and vigorous power gushed out wildly, gathering on the palm like a substance, and the palms of his hands were instantly covered and wrapped by the Xuantian Skill, Yun Fan's eyes shrank slightly, and the Xuantian True Qi covering the palm of his hand instantly turned into a blade, and turned into two golden qi blades that were bright and shaking, with a cold and cold power.

Yun Fan raised his palms holding the golden qi blade and faced the white ink painting head-on.

The battle spirit of the white ink painting soared, and he couldn't help shouting: "It's a good time!"

The silver flute in his hand has increased his strength by a few points!

Boom!

The palm covered with the air blade and the silver flute were only heard with a loud noise, which was deafening.

Fierce force spilled out from where they struck, like a storm.

Bai Mohua only felt a numb wrist, and an unusually huge force hit down, and he couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and he took three steps back under his feet before he stabilized his body.

And Yun Fan, who rushed down from mid-air like a sharp arrow, under this fierce impact force, did a few somersaults in a row before falling to the ground gently and skillfully.

Yun Fan and Bai Mohua didn't speak anymore, as if they felt that there was no need for that.

Yun Fan knew that persuading him now would not have any effect at all, and at present, he could only stop him from going to Qin Mengyao first.

His body suddenly moved like a ghost, like a puff of green smoke, and in an instant he crossed the distance of five zhang between the two, and because his body moved too fast, he actually left a series of afterimages behind him!

Yun Fan suddenly appeared around the body of the white ink painting, up and down his hands, hands and feet at the same time The moves attacked the white ink painting like a storm!

Dangdang............

The sound of dense collisions was connected, and Bai Mo saw the moves, and he was engrossed in dealing with Yun Fan's cold attack, not daring to have the slightest contempt for carelessness.

After some fighting, Bai Mohua had already put away his previous contempt for Yun Fan, and he already knew that the young man in front of him was by no means an ordinary person, so in order to be able to solve the problem quickly, he had to take it seriously.

The body of the white ink painting rose to the sky, and he soared into the sky like a sharp sword, and he hovered in mid-air, heading and foot, waving a silver flute to attack Yun Fan.

In mid-air, the silver flute stabbed straight down from the white ink painting's hand kept changing, one and two, two and three, and three and ...... Nine, more and more, until it became thousands of silver flute shadows in the sky, constantly rotating in mid-air, like a bigger and bigger spinning top, turning faster and faster, under the sun, conjuring a mountain formed by the shadow of a flute, like a demon god with thousands of hands and arms falling from the sky!

Such a subtle body and move, this move must be his stunt - Silver Light Flute Shadow Thirty-six Styles. Sure enough, it is worthy of the name! Yun Fan's eyes lit up violently, and he couldn't help but praise secretly.

Yun Fan's eyes condensed slightly, his body flashed suddenly, and he instantly came to the white ink painting, and a white palm slammed down with the momentum of shaking the mountains and pulling out the mountains!

The white ink painting only felt that when Yun Fan's body had just moved, this palm had already come to the top of his head!

He roared, and the silver flute made a rainbow and slashed into the air.

Yun Fan's clothes fluttered, and he turned extremely flexibly in the air, and suddenly volleyed into the void, changing direction in mid-air, and the golden qi blade turned into Xuan Tianzhen Qi in his white palm did not decrease in the slightest, and he pressed down frantically again!

The white ink painting screamed, and the silver flute in his right hand instantly struck out according to the momentum, and his left palm also condensed the residual strength at the same time to meet it fiercely! Without the slightest hesitation, he saw the demeanor of a generation of masters.

A smile appeared at the corner of Bai Mohua's mouth, and his left hand miraculously led one by one, and a soft but extremely tenacious skill was issued, which had silently deflected the silver flute in Bai Mohua's hand to the side, and the qi blade in his right hand still hit violently, but with a little more strength!

Boom——————

The two completely different internal forces collided, making a deafening "buzzing" sound, and the monstrous energy was emptied!

Suddenly, a sturdy body flew out with both feet off the ground, flying out three feet away, and the back spine suddenly broke a poplar tree with a big bowl mouth, and then the castration stopped!

Bai Mohua's heart was shocked, this person is really a strong skill! The internal strength of Bai Mohua is also extremely strong, but after the battle just now, it has been lost, and it stands to reason that the two of them have been fighting for so long, it should be a loss, but the power contained in Yun Fan's palm, why has it not weakened, but it is faintly stronger than before.

If he said so, wouldn't it be that in the fight to put the vegetables again, he still had spare strength, and he didn't use all his strength at all. Thinking of this, the horror in Bai Mohua's heart is beyond measure!

The white ink painting was still in shock, and before he had fully recovered his senses, he suddenly felt a strong air flow rushing towards him, Yun Fan's body moved slightly, his toes lightly touched the poplar tree on his side, as soft as a dragonfly dotting water, a black robe rose in the wind, and his slender body was like a dragon swimming in the sky, and the phoenix danced for nine days!

From beginning to end, Yun Fan's body was always hovering in the air and did not land.

The white ink painting was shocked and inexplicable, and he barely lifted his true breath, and met it with his palms desperately! At this moment, the silver flute in his hand was too late to swing out, so he had to give up and greet him with his palm!

There was another "boom", and the slender body of the white ink painting rolled all the way out like a gourd rolling on the ground! He didn't want to do this, but Yun Fan's mighty palm wind was indeed too powerful and domineering, so powerful that it drove his body to roll all the way, and he couldn't stop!

Rolled out of the distance for five zhang, the white ink painting supported the ground with his hands, and one turned over and stood up, his face was as red as pig's blood, and suddenly he opened a big mouth, and with a "poof" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out!

This is also the reason why the white ink painting skills are exquisite and profound, and the body is strong and different from ordinary people, only a little bit of a slight injury, if you change to the person next to you, you would have died on the spot!

While Yun Fan was fighting with the white ink painting, Sikong Yujiu stood quietly with a well-groomed face, silently enjoying the show. As if it had nothing to do with him, in fact, it really didn't have much to do with him.

At the same time, because the white ink painting had been restrained by Yun Fan, it was difficult to get out for a while, and it was extremely smooth to rescue Ye Ruyan and the arrested brides from the underground secret room.

"White ink painting, it's my turn, it's your turn to pick up a few tricks from me!" From afar, everyone saw that begging for death and shaking his fat body was rushing towards Yun Fan and Bai Mohua.

Yun Fan was attracted by the sound of begging for death, and subconsciously looked sideways.

Bai Mohua's eyes quickly glanced towards the side of seeking death, and then, taking advantage of everyone's unpreparedness, he displayed his wonderful body technique, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

On the rivers and lakes, the light skill of white ink painting is famous, if he recognizes the second, no one dares to recognize the first! His stunt, the silver light flute shadow thirty-six styles, is also to cooperate with this exquisite light skill body method, in order to fully exert the true power of this stunt!

"White ink painting, don't go so fast, take me a few tricks first. ”

By the time Death Seeking Ye Ruyan arrived, the white ink painting had already disappeared.

Seeing Ye Ruyan's safe appearance, Yun Fan was completely relieved: "How are those girls?"

"They're fine. It turned out that the reason why Bai Mohua arrested those brides was because he was betrayed and betrayed by the bride on the night of marriage, and the woman made him unable to participate in the battle to seize the seal, and even more ruined his face, so he no longer believed in women. ”

After hearing Ye Ruyan's words, Yun Fan whispered: "Especially the woman who betrayed him." Oh no, it's not good!"

"It's Qin Mengyao!" Sikong Jiu on the side couldn't help but be shocked when he heard it.