Although Zhao Shiquan knew that the Taibai swordsman was not in vain, the matter of Qin Xin could not allow him not to step forward, so even if he was not an enemy, he had to give it a try.

"Please. Yao Mingyue said lightly.

Zhao Shiquan was stunned: "Why don't we go outside the hall." "This hall is really not spacious, and it would be a sin to break the Buddha statue.

"Dao Chief, although he took out his sword. ”

Zhao Shiquan saw that he insisted on being here, and couldn't help but say: "Then Zhao is rude." ”

Seeing this, the others also quietly retreated to the side, and with a soft groan, the sword light on Zhao Shiquan's waist flashed. It seemed that several figures appeared in an instant, densely covering Yao Mingyue's left and right. Each figure stabbed out a sword, pointing at the big acupoints around Yao Mingyue's body.

It is one of the most extreme swordsmanship in Wudang, the Nine Palaces Serial Killing Sword. Within the nine palaces, moving back and forth, and the sword law is as fast as thunder, one sword after another. Seeing Zhao Shiquan sword like this, he knew that he had profound attainments in this swordsmanship, and he had reached the highest level of the Nine Palaces Chain. One person is like nine people, and one sword is like nine swords.

"-Ding-Bell-"

No one saw how Yao Mingyue drew his sword, and when Zhao Shiquan's sword was approaching, a metallic sound came.

Ren Zhao Shiquan's sword pierced back and forth, but it was blocked by a flash of silver light, and even Yao Mingyue's entire body did not move half a step.

"You eat me with a sword, too. ”

Yao Mingyue's voice sounded, and Zhao Shiquan snorted and stepped aside.

"The Taibai swordsman really lives up to his reputation, and he admires it. Zhao Shiquan saluted, just now when Yao Mingyue was blocking all his attacks, he still had the strength to stab his face, which had to make him admire. The Zhenhui acupoint was stabbed, and suddenly Shaoyang Sanjiao was blocked, so he had to retreat.

Jing Ting was stunned at this time, Zhao Shiquan's sword just now was not unpleasant, he could only see a piece of sword light. If it were him, I am afraid that I would not know which acupoint Zhao Shiquan would stab at him. But Yao Mingyue not only blocked them one by one, but also attacked with a gap, and injured Zhao Shiquan with a sword, which was almost impossible in his opinion.

"Jia Shizhu's demeanor is no longer inferior to that of the teacher, but after all, Qin Xin is very important, and Lao Wei has to intervene. Master Wu said suddenly.

The two leaders of the righteous path, South Wudang and North Shaolin. If the demons go to war, Wudang Shaolin will naturally bear the brunt. Master Zhao was all defeated, and Master Wuzhi also had to make a move.

"The master has won the award, and the master has always had a relationship with Shaolin, but Jia is unwilling to fight with the master. Yao Mingyue said slowly, "Recently, I have been enlightened about swordsmanship, and I have occasionally obtained a move, and I also asked the master to teach me." ”

When she said this, she suddenly groaned: "I want to be close, and I am too late to be like a fairy." ”

Her voice was as ethereal as poetry, far and near, and her sword light was as ethereal as a fairy. This sword is like a ray of fairy light at the beginning of heaven and earth, as if it came from nothing, and then changed from nothing. Neither dazzling nor dim, everyone only felt that the light of the sword was far away, and it seemed to be close at hand.

Silently, a little candle flame under the statue of Maitreya Buddha was rolled up, and it was raised more than three feet like ascending to an immortal.

Suddenly, the candle flame re-ignited the wick, and the light remained, unextinguished.

At the beginning of Xichang Street, Su Nisheng's move "Baiyun saw me go, and also flew over for me" naturally, as if flying immortals outside the sky. And Yao Ming and today's sword seems to be inherited from that sword, but it is better than blue.

Seeing this sword, Master Wuyi pondered for a long time before slowly praised: "God is like a god, in the next three hundred years, the swordsmanship of the rivers and lakes should end from this sword." ”

At this point, Master Wu said to Master Shakti, "Call those two out." ”

......

When the sword of Lingyin Temple roared, the West Lake was already bleeding.

Liu Mingsheng is like a sword in his hand, Ling Shuang is better than snow, killing back and forth, his miserable white clothes are as white as ever, without a trace of blood. However, many people in the rivers and lakes are already frightened, and the person in front of them seems to be from the Netherworld, specially for harvesting lives.

Ordinary people's swordsmanship still has all kinds of tricks and tricks, but this person's sword seems to be unwilling to waste even a little bit of strength, and it goes straight ahead. As soon as the sword is stabbed, blood will inevitably be seen.

"Look at the sword!"

Just when everyone was frightened and about to retreat, a cold voice came from afar.

The person who came was dressed like Liu Mingsheng, but Liu Mingsheng was like an eternal ice peak, but this person was like a turbid son who came out of the mud and was not stained. As soon as this person's long sword moved, it was like a spring breeze and drizzle, and the sword light was dotted, enveloping Liu Mingsheng's body.

"It's the spring breeze and the rain and the willows are endless. Someone exclaimed.

But obviously, although Liu Wuya's surname is Liu, Liu Mingsheng did not show mercy to his subordinates. As soon as the two fought, Liu Wuya was in danger and fell into disadvantage. In Liu Wuya's gaze, Liu Mingsheng's sword was like a rising fire in the ground.

"Woooo

He had thought that his sword was fast enough for few people in the rivers and lakes to match. But when he saw Liu Mingsheng's sword at this time, he knew that there was a sky outside the sky. Liu Mingsheng's sword went straight and straight, and the swiftness of the sword light was indescribable.

In the painting boat, the man in brocade, as a person from Dongchang, of course knew Liu Wuya, and couldn't help but chuckle: "I didn't expect a master to come." ”

Dao Fei said slowly: "Here are the three." ”

The brocade-clothed man was stunned, looked into the distance, and there was another group of people, it was Bai Yujing and others.

"There are also two masters here?" he was a little puzzled, and it seemed that only that Gong Xing seemed to be a master.

Bai Yujing saw from a distance that Liu Wuya was already in danger, after all, he had also known each other, and couldn't help but say loudly: "Brother Liu, the poor road is here to help you." "Qingping's sword has been unsheathed, and the human sword is one, stabbing Liu Mingsheng directly.

Seeing this, Sakurako Sakagami was afraid that Bai Yujing would hurt Liu Mingsheng, so she couldn't help but exclaim, "Be careful." Zhang Cuiping thought that she was asking Bai Yujing to be careful, so she couldn't help but secretly look at her a few more times.

When Liu Wuya was feeling that his strength was running out, suddenly Liu Mingsheng's offensive slowed down, and he saw a young Taoist in Tsing Yi coming with a sword. That man's sword was like neon, and the clear light filled the sky, and Liu Mingsheng had to let Liu Wuya go for the time being.

Ordinary people often dodge first when they encounter a sneak attack from others, but Liu Mingsheng replaces defense with offense. Its sword qi was like a burst of flames, directly breaking through Bai Yujing's sword light.

"Dang" sounded, and the two swords rang out.

At the moment of the symphony, the two of them collected their swords at the same time, and at the same time they drew their swords.

After Liu Mingsheng realized the sword intent, each sword was like a volcano bursting out, and the sword qi was as hot as a molten flame, forcing Bai Yujing to only walk lightly and shuttle back and forth. And Liu Mingsheng forced Bai Yujing away with a sword, and then stabbed Liu Wuya, who came up with a single sword, and the single sword actually made Liu Wuya and Bai Yujing, the two super-first-class swordsmen on the rivers and lakes, join forces and can only succumb to the inferior.

And they can't hold it for a long time, if they go on like this, Bai Yujing and Liu Wuya will only lose in the end.

The three of them fought, the sword qi criss-crossed, and occasionally other people in the rivers and lakes wanted to intervene, but they were forced back by the sword light before they could get close, and they were even injured by mistake. For a while, everyone could only watch from afar.

"Spring breeze and rain Liu Wuya has been famous for a long time, what is the origin of this Tsing Yi Taoist, he looks so young, and his swordsmanship does not seem to be weaker than Liu Wuya. Someone was suspicious.

Bai Yujing is not well-known in the rivers and lakes, and no one here can know anyone except Zhang Cuiping. Zhang Cuiping listened to a lot of discussions, and couldn't help but want to make a name for Bai Yujing, and said loudly: "You all remember, that person is Bai Yujing, a disciple of Ge Soshan Quanqingzi." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Yujing snorted, but her left shoulder was injured. Fortunately, he dodged in time, otherwise he would have been stabbed in the chest by a sword. As soon as he retreated, Liu Wuya also snorted, turned around and left, his white clothes stained with blood.

"-Whoosh-"

Seeing that Liu Mingsheng defeated Bai Yujing and Liu Wuya in one fell swoop, just as he was recovering his breath and condensing, a flash of silver light suddenly appeared.

Like willow leaves, silently.

Several flying knives were still a few zhang away when they saw it, and in the next moment, they had already blocked Liu Mingsheng's retreat from front to back.

Bai Yujing recognized these flying knives in an instant, whether it was in front of the Yan Mansion or in Baiyun Temple, the awe-inspiring flying knives made him palpitate. At the same time, a figure flashed in his mind, a cold tight-fitting black robe.

"Jingle Bell—"

Fast, fast to the extreme. In the past eighteen years, Liu Ming has practiced his birthday night, and he doesn't know how many swords he has stabbed to get today's fast sword. His bright eyes seemed to see through the trajectory of the flying knives, and as soon as the long sword moved, the tip of the sword hit those flying knives one by one in an instant.

But unexpectedly, although he shot down the throwing knife in front of him, there was a throwing knife after the throwing knife. The knives hidden in the back were a few points smaller than the knives he shot down, and they were all dark, with bright white knives in front, making it even more difficult for ordinary people to notice the knives behind.

What's even more deadly is that the second throwing knife hidden in the back is often only spotted when it is close. Often, if you shoot down the silver-white knife in front of you, the knife in the back will still hit the target.