Although the flat land is wide, the crowd of people is surging in an instant, and the morning sun sinks into the water veil and reflects on the heavy face, as if a light moonlight is swaying with the wind, adding a lot of ethereal antiquity. Suddenly, the wind moved, the trees swayed, graceful and floating, from dark to bright.

Han Zhujing brushed away the dust on his shoulders, looked at the maid's wound, his eyes moved slightly, as if in the secluded ancient well, the wind was blowing and wrinkled full of light waves, he stepped forward and arched his hand, and said with a smile: "Yandong leads the handsome kung fu!"

Su Luhuan pursed his lips, disapproving, and listened to Han Zhujing continue: "The maid doesn't understand the rules, the Yandong leader is powerful, and it is also appropriate to teach a lesson, since the lesson is over, it is better to return it to the subordinates, and the name of Mrs. Zun's 'Hedong' is also well-known and known all over the world." ”

The crowd was squirming, some covered their mouths and snickered, some bowed their heads and were silent, and occasionally there was the sound of a few swords striking.

Yan Chi's eyes were bright, and he took a 'puff' in his heart, his tone rose sharply, and he replied loudly: "Your Excellency, this maid is not small, since she has gone up to the Vulture Cliff, there is no reason to go back with all the tails! Since you appear here, you must be the mastermind, so you should be the same guilt, and stay here!" After speaking, he waved his right hand back, and the dozens of disciples of the sect who suddenly emerged from the water of the canyon approached with swords and swords.

Half of them are surrounded by ghosts, but they are standing in a remote position, as if they are just using human heads to form a big circle, and they are afraid of their escape. The other half of the movement is quite keen, all of them are like sesame rice balls out of soup, and the black clothes are dripping with thick lines of water, like an inkstone reflecting a faint and clear light in the sun, which looks more and more cold and terrifying. And at this moment, Han Zhujing's master and servants were surrounded and began to attack one after another.

The whistle sounded in Yan Chi's mouth again, and the eight ghosts were no more ugly than the disciples of the sect, and they were not afraid of the ghosts, they only obeyed the whistle orders, and as soon as the whistle moved, they were like bustling poisonous bees, heading towards the ghosts everywhere. For a moment, the sound of ping-pong swords striking resounded through the empty mountains.

Since the woman's true face appeared, Su Luhuan's heart has been very strange, and now that the floor is in a mess, she can't help but feel even more strange in her heart, not because of Yan Chi, but because she is very curious about the little foreman who can no longer retreat.

He doesn't seem to be afraid!

His back became more and more obscene than just now, and the whole person retreated to a small corner, and the left and right pawns held knives to protect them, all of them trembled, but his back was against the stone wall and looked down at the light, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Yan Chi whistled incessantly, driving those ghosts to attack the ghosts, and on the other hand, he reflexively hit Han Zhujing's soft sword with a powerful claw, the soft sword haunted impermanently, attacking and defending uncertainly, and the changes were endless, instantaneous, and inscrutable.

Or like a bird in the forest drawing water and prostrating, or like a knife and an axe, as heavy as Mount Tai.

But Yan Chi's claws are just like the natural nemesis of a soft sword, one move and one style are natural, clamping, making, shaking, pressing, tightly sealed, and impermeable.

Han Zhujing's mirror was like a lonely boat in the middle of the quiet river with the same color as the sea and the sky, and suddenly the wind moved, and in an instant, it became a hurricane, spinning at high speed and stabbing towards the enemy.

The dragon and snake wrapped silk, spit on the blade of the sword, flicked and bent, like a soft bowstring turned back and suddenly tightened, and within half an hour, the two had already dismantled hundreds of moves.

That Yan Chi's five-fingered sharp thorn barb, suddenly surprised, he actually wanted to put the tip of the sword into his palm, the soft sword retreated bravely, he took advantage of the situation and the five hooks were close together towards Han Zhu's mirror door.

After Han Zhujing turned around, he climbed the wall and walked the wall, and escaped more than ten steps behind before he dodged this fatal blow.

Yan Chi smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, and his hooked palm attacks did not stop, and he said: "Mr. Han's kung fu is indeed smart and elegant, but it is a pity that it is a horizontal practice, an iron hook and a sharp claw, and the most is not afraid of ingenuity." ”

Although Han Zhujing seems to be able to make all the moves and be at ease, he has a lot of luck in his heart, and as soon as he fights, he knows that he has met the nemesis of his life, but it is not how high and strong the internal strength of Yan Chi Kung Fu is, but all things in heaven and earth are mutually reinforcing.

Rabbits frighten snakes, snakes are afraid of vultures, the moon has strings, and the sun is cloudy and sunny, which cannot be generalized.

Although Yan Chi's moves were not fancy, with the help of force, the soft sword was heavily destroyed by the powerful destruction power of its iron hook. At the beginning, it was not a landscape, but it was difficult to continue.

Controlling the soft sword is like a dancing ribbon, which seems to be elegant, but it really needs to be full of internal force to continue, but the power of Yan Chi's iron hook occupies the advantage of natural form, even if the internal force is very different from the other party, it can also easily turn the sword move away with this advantage.

Su Lu went out to look at the ghost, only to see that her short knife forcibly protected her body, but she didn't run much true qi, just like Yan Mubai in the mansion of Li Zhifu in Jinling City, she dodged back and forth, and did not forcibly entangle with the masked person.

A moment ago, she was still in front of a ghost clown, and with a light twist like a fallen leaf, she had reached the left shoulder of another ghost clown, she patted lightly, and when the ghost was confused, she bent down again, and came out of the gap between the two ghost clowns,

Originally, the disciples who had been ambushed in the water of the canyon behind them just surrounded it and moved slightly, as if they were practicing the duties of overseer.

Suddenly, there was a terrible whistle in her ears, and there was a squirming sound around the small mountains, and Su Luxuan's heart jumped suddenly, she finally knew why the whistle was so strange this time, because the whistle order was not issued by only one person, when the ghost was awakened for the first time, the whistle was poignant and sharp, but the whistle that Yan Chi blew was short and slow, and the whistle was different, and the whistle was different, and the drink order was different.

She turned to look at the little foreman who was half-crouching again, and saw him leaning against the gravel-covered cliff wall, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and his right hand seemed to be on the left shoulder of a young disciple, but his standing posture was high on the left and low on the right, and his shoulders were uneven.

Su Luhuan's feet were wrong, and suddenly the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and he said with a smile: "It turned out to be here." ”

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Pingdi was in full swing, and her figure was very delicate and thin, like green smoke rising into the air, and a colorful cloud seemed to float over from the corner of everyone's eyes, and almost everyone didn't notice her much.

The people in the outer circle looked solemn, and before they could come back to their senses, they saw a sudden wind move, and when Gu Shou was in the sky, she had already jumped and landed in front of the foreman.

The corners of his thin and small lips were curled and he smiled, and said with a sweet smile in his mouth: "Sister Xuanyue, I'll take you home." The little disciple couldn't move his hands or lips, but his dark eyes were suddenly filled with a brilliance like a sea of stars.

As she spoke, the scabbard of Bai Hongjian had already stabbed towards the foreman's eyebrows, and the foreman's right elbow was bent and extended, and the side of his lips was outlined, as if to ridicule her fearlessness, and the little disciple who was firmly controlled on his right hand side was thrown forward, and the human-shaped shield stopped at the edge of the sword.

The tip of Su Lu's white rainbow sword pointed unchanged, his right hand grabbed the hilt of the sword, and he swung the sword sideways, and the tip of the sword went straight to his armpit.

Su Luhuan stepped on the top of a little disciple's head, turned around like a fallen leaf floating in the vast air, and turned around to attack, but this time it was three moves at once, either towards his eyebrows, or viscera, or shoulders. It's just that the foreman is quite cunning, and he uses that little disciple as a meat shield to protect him every time.

Su Luhuan was not impatient, after the horizontal sword swept over the group of minions who came up, the corners of his lips curled, he withdrew the blade of the white rainbow sword, and his left hand poked out of his arms, only to hear a stabbing sound, and the short sword flew away, and it was actually towards the celebrity-shaped shield.

The foreman looked slightly hesitant, as if he was struggling between 'saving' and 'not saving'. In just a moment, Su Luhuan had already lifted his luck in his palm, like fighting a cow across the mountain, flew out of his palm, and the palm was cold, chasing the short sword and leaving.

The foreman had obviously given up the life of the little disciple, and as soon as his right hand was loosened, he pointed at his palm and wanted to attack, only to see that Su Luhuan had already crossed in front of him with the tip of the white rainbow sword, and stood with the sword up, wanting to insert it directly into the foreman's brain stem from the top of his head.

In the blink of an eye, there were only two crisp stabbing sounds, and the foreman looked up to see that Phoenix Ling had been deflected by a palm from behind, and the tip of the sword was more than two inches into the cliff, but the blade of the white rainbow sword was inserted straight into his back like a sheep slaughtered.

When he came back to his senses, he was immediately furious, his hands were bent into fists, and on one side of his body, he punched more than ten times in a row, and at the same time stabbed at the same time, and his whole body was separated from the hunched back.

Su Luhuan hurriedly drew his sword and retreated, coldly unaware of a poisonous water coming out from the inside, the position was just aimed at her front door, at this time the dodge was already powerless to return to the sky, she was stunned, and her heart was annoyed by her underestimating enemy, but a long arm appeared in front of her, like a dry well cover, aimed at the sword and stabbed it firmly back. Suddenly, there was a heart-rending cry of pain, accompanied by choking green smoke flying out along the white rainbow sword, Su Lu closed his breath, and pressed the sword in front of him, turning into a few punches in a row.

After she stopped, she raised her eyes and saw that the disciples who were originally surrounded by iron and copper were very unfortunate, and they had fallen to the ground nine times out of ten.