Right now, there is only one swordsman in the clouds, Xia Bufan, left, and the plan to destroy the Flying Star Pavilion is imminent, how dare everyone relax?

"Big brother, are you all right?" Yi Chengfeng untied everyone one by one, picked up Wei Wuya and asked.

"Brother Xian, it's good that I have me here, you quickly go and help the master get rid of Xia Bufan, the success or failure of this battle is all in one fell swoop!"

Wei Wuya held Yi Chengfeng's hand tightly, his eyes full of high hope. He knew that he had gone astray in the first half of his life, but he shouldn't, someone always had to do it now, and the person who wanted to set off the waves of this troubled world should drown him in the long river of time.

Yi Chengfeng naturally understood the eldest brother's intentions, nodded at him, left everyone and rushed to join the battle. With the power of Huikong and Sangongye, they will fight the swordsman Xia Bufan in the clouds of the Flying Star Pavilion Pavilion.

Originally, with Xia Bufan's supernatural sword style, he was still able to use one enemy and two with ease, but now with the addition of Yi Chengfeng, who was carrying the "immeasurable skill" of the world's strange learning, the situation instantly became a little tense.

Monk Huikong's palm is like thunder, one style is as fast as one, wandering left and right around Xia Bufan, messing around. As the main combat force, Gongye's fist is like a swimming dragon, fierce in the strong, strong in the fierce, each style has an unrivaled might, and the sword in the hand of Xia Bufan, who shook wherever the fist wind went, trembled slightly.

Compared with the two of them, although Yi Chengfeng had no "Silver Meteor", he still had a pair of fleshy palms left, and immediately transported the "Thirty-Three Type Soul Snatching Palms" to respond to each other with Monk Huikong, and Xia Bufan, who was approaching, parried and resisted one after another.

The four of them fought on the field, and the heroes such as Cui Shiyuan and Liu Erji were not idle, under the leadership of Wei Wuya, they tied up the heavy swordsman Kong Wei and the streamer swordsman Sima Hui, leaving only Mu Ziou and Murong Qi still struggling.

The three heroes suggested that they could be defeated separately. Lin Yi, Cui Shiyuan, and Wei Wuya were responsible for taking down the cold cicada autumn flute Mu Ziou, and handed over Murong Qi to Liu Erji, the voyeur Daoist and She Xiaoran. When everyone heard this, they all nodded in agreement, and followed closely to perform their duties and fight with the remaining two thieves.

On Cui Shiyuan's side, although Mu Ziou was beaten by the old hero of Gongye before, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, but only in addition to his eyesight, he was not a key part of the mountain, and now he was fighting with a few of them, and he was still as fierce as a tiger coming down the mountain.

Lin Yi saw that he couldn't take him for a long time, so he had a plan, and after a few hits, he jumped to Cui Shiyuan's side and whispered: "Hey, brother, do you remember when I taught you that trick before? Now it's time to come in handy." ”

Cui Shiyuan instantly blessed his soul, but after thinking about it again, he rushed forward stupidly last time, but Lin Yi didn't cooperate in time and almost lost his life, this time he couldn't easily believe him, so he said: "Forget it, I almost lost my life because of this last time, and I can't believe you if you want me to believe it again." ”

"Oh, my brother's words are wrong, now Wei Lao Hero is afraid that he will be defeated, it is a good opportunity for you and me to miss a hand. Well, I'll go first, you just need to keep up tightly, remember the essentials of your moves that I told you, be sure to hit it with one hit!"

Lin Yi leaned forward while discussing with him, and after a short time, he returned to the range of Mu Ziou's attack.

At this time, Wei Wuya was kicked off by the other party without paying attention to his move, and the empty door in front of his chest was wide open. Mu Ziou sneered, and when he was about to make a move, he only heard Lin Yi shout loudly: "It's now!" flew up, his legs were like a gust of wind, and he hit Mu Ziou's weakness.

In order to avoid this unexpected kick, Mu Ziou pointed his toes on the ground and jumped up, but unexpectedly, Cui Shiyuan was waiting for him, and immediately untied the Sen Luo elephant, and the black gas filled his legs, and he kicked hard, just kicking him in the back of the heart.

kicked Mu Ziou like a kite with a broken string, and fell sharply. Wei Wuya saw the direction in which he landed, and lifted a palm in mid-air, giving another heavy blow, but poor Mu Ziou had already passed out before he could land.

"Brother Lin Yi, how did I kick this one?" Cui Shiyuan smiled and waved to Lin Yixian, his face overflowing with pride.

"Haha, yes, yes, it's my true biography. The two of them came to Wei Wuya with a smile and asked, "Senior, what should we do next?"

"Seeing him like this, he can't wake up for a while, so it's imperative to hurry up and help the Taoist leader. ”

Lin and Cui shook their faces and looked, only to see that the Voyeur Daoist and She Xiaoran and Na Murong Qi were holding each other, and the two masters thought that they were affected by the injuries on their bodies and could not exert their full strength.

Looking at Liu Erji again, he already had many sword wounds on his body, but he probably relied on his rough skin and thick flesh, and he was not afraid of color at all, and he still made frequent moves with a pair of sledgehammers, but it had little effect on Murong Qi's stretching out his hand.

"Brother Cui, let's go!" Lin Yi beckoned, leaning forward, don't look at his short stature, but this is where the advantage lies. That Murong Qi was so focused on how to resist the attack from the three sides, and he was caught off guard and staggered by his palm.

"Baby, you're looking for death!" was still thinking of waiting for an opportunity to provoke disputes, but the current form wrapped himself in. If you continue to consume it, I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to get out.

Thinking of this, Murong Qi didn't care about any hidden strength, and unleashed the Blood Demon Ancestor's kung fu with him without reservation, and slashed it at Lin Yi's chest with one claw.

Cui Shiyuan knew the power of this kung fu, so he made a decision immediately, and used his own Sen Luo strength to block it strongly, blocking Murong Qi's offensive for Lin Yi halfway.

What he didn't expect was that although Murong Qi didn't have a full set of Blood Demon Divine Skills, after all, when it came to internal cultivation, he was still a step ahead of himself. Even if he blocked the move, the cold internal force also made him pay the price.

Seeing that Cui Shiyuan had taken such an evil move, they hurriedly rushed over to force Murong Qi away, and it was with this gap that he had a chance to escape, and in an instant, he plunged into the forest and disappeared.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Cui Shiyuan again, a layer of hoarfrost had condensed on his eyebrows, it seemed that he must have been invaded by that evil qi in the meridians, and if he didn't treat it in time, he was afraid that his life would be in danger.

Lin Yi gritted his teeth, used his unique internal skills to dredge the meridians for him, delayed the time for the evil poison to attack the heart, and waited until Master Gongye Jinghong came to take over the treatment.

Time is passing bit by bit, and Xia Bufan's competition with the three Gao Rao is still deadlocked. The "Star Picking Sword Technique" he created was unleashed, and no one could get close.

In a hurry, the monk Huikong Bodhi started his meditation work, and wanted to use his strongest move to win Xia Bufan in one fell swoop.