Han Yan and the others knew that this Xiaoji's martial arts were mediocre, but when they saw the battle between him and Sima Qingshan, the high level of martial arts was already above the hundreds of flowers and four unique such as sinking fish and falling geese, and they were all surprised.

Seeing that everyone was fighting viciously, Fang Shouyi quietly moved, retreated to the high platform, and thought: "Although I am not afraid of death, but the conspiracy of Quan Jiutian and Baoxiang has not been revealed, I can't die now, I have to stay here and uncover this great conspiracy!"

Suddenly, the white light brightened, and with a sound of brushing the ground, a crescent scimitar swept five feet away obliquely outside itself, although it was far away, it was still felt that the sword was swordsman. Fang Shouyi was startled, and was about to scold, when he glanced around, he saw that this person was Jiang Canglang, the head of Qingcheng, and he hurriedly shrank back and was about to scold. It turned out that Jiang Canglang swung out a knife, and was suddenly forced to withdraw by Yan Santai's palm, although the person withdrew, the knife move did not change, this sharp knife still slashed out according to the original style, the knife wind was sharp, and it shocked Fang Shouyi, who was five feet away. Jiang Canglang's body was as if he was agitated by the sea breeze, and as soon as he retreated, he rushed into the battle group. Fang Shouyi saw that the circle of six people fighting was getting bigger and bigger, and the place where he was standing was very dangerous, so he quietly retreated a few feet back, watching the battle from afar.

Yan Santai and the other six people are fighting to the level of white heat, and the five people of Bujing, Baozhen, Jiang Canglang, Lian Ningyun, and Bei Xizhou are all martial arts heroes, and after a long fight, the five people gradually gained the upper hand. Yan Santai resisted the five masters with manpower, and fine sweat gradually appeared on his nose, especially the Baozhen Divine Elephant fist power Shen, every punch seemed to have a thousand gravity, which was difficult to deal with. Jiang, Lian, Bei, and Bujing are all the heroes of one side, and their skills are not trivial, and the internal strength of the five people has woven a big net to firmly surround Yan Santai. But Yan Santai's martial arts are high, it is terrifying, the figure is like electricity, and the internal strength of the five people comes and goes between the fists, if the ghost is like a ghost, it is elusive, indescribable, and it is a miracle person, unbelievable.

Bei Xizhou said loudly: "Brother Yan, today the heroes gather in Shaolin, no matter how high your martial arts are, it is impossible to escape this mountain, I hope you will be restrained, I guarantee with my own life and reputation, you will never be insulted!"

Before Yan Santai could speak, Fang Shouyi suddenly said loudly: "Bei Sixia, this is your fault." You have been greatly embarrassed by the number of bullies you have, not to mention my opinion, you five seniors are only afraid of losing. ”

Lian Ningyun said angrily: "What did you say?"

Fang Shouyi saw that her two eyes were like two knives, and her heart suddenly struck, and she forced a smile: "I said that you are shameless, and you don't look like any martial arts ...... at all."

didn't finish a sentence, Lian Ningyun screamed, and came out vertically, his legs were like the wind, and he kicked Fang Shouyi's three legs in a row. This flattering leg method is the proud kung fu of the Huashan faction, and Lian Ningyun has been refining this leg method for many years, how can Fang Shouyi resist. Seeing the sudden appearance of these three legs, he secretly screamed in his heart: "Ah, the big thing is not good, and the small life is at stake." As soon as his eyes were closed and he was waiting for death, his mouth was not idle, and he scolded: "Bully the widow with the crowd, bully the small with the big, shameless, shameless ......"

Lian Ningyun's withdrawal, the powerful circle woven by the five people was like a steep missing link. Yan Santai was so powerful, as soon as he saw that there was a gap, his body immediately rushed out of the gap like a sharp arrow shot from a full bowstring. The eyes of the four Baozhen were dazzling, and the people were gone, so they hurriedly turned around and chased after them.

Yan Santai is in a heavy siege, has no time to take care of other things, at this moment his eyes swept slightly, he saw that Zhao Bohe was attacking, he had the upper hand, and breathed a sigh of relief, and then saw Fang Shouyi in distress, thinking that he had a hand to get out of the encirclement, this young man also had a hand, and he could not see that he would die without help, and when his body swept by, his palm edge was like a knife, and he slashed Lian Ningyun's knees obliquely, forcing Lian Ningyun to retract his legs and retreat, and then swept towards Zhao Boxi.

Seeing that Yan Santai was about to rendezvous with Zhao Bobo, Master Buyin, the first treasure of the Dharma Academy, blocked it sideways, and said: "Amitabha, donor stay!" The internal force was silently emitted from his palms.

Yan Santai saw that the old monk suddenly appeared in front of him, his body was very fast, and the posture of his palms was hidden, and his ten fingers seemed to point to the vital points around him, and his heart was cold, and he shouted loudly: "Okay, I'll pick you up!" Bao Yin stood still, his eyebrows drooping slightly. With a bang, the two internal forces collided in mid-air, and suddenly there was a slight popping sound of peeling and peeling. Bao Yin's figure swayed slightly, he took a step back, but still stood firm, and a trace of extreme surprise flashed between his eyebrows, obviously surprised. Yan Santai's figure also shook slightly. This Bao Yin Master's internal strength is obviously thicker than Bao Zhen's Divine Elephant Fist skills.

In the middle of this moment, the five Baozhen people gathered around again. Master Bao Yin recited Amitabha Buddha and slowly retreated.

Lian Ningyun missed Fang Shouyi with one blow, and no longer chased and killed Fang Shouyi, and turned around to besiege Yan Santai. Fang Shouyi settled down, seeing that Yan Santai was encircled again, his heart hung up again, and seeing Baoxiang, Baoyin, and Baoguang sweeping the formation on the periphery, Yan Santai was able to kill the encirclement of five people, but he was afraid that he would not be able to escape the interception of the three, so he was secretly worried and thought of a good plan.

At this moment, his eyes flickered, the monk's shadow flickered slightly, and Bao Xiang stood silently in front of him, saying, "This donor!"

Fang Shouyi was startled, sighed, took a step back, and said, "What are you doing?

Bao Xiang had already suspected that the person who eavesdropped that night was this young man, and said, "May I ask what the little donor is called?"

Fang Shouyi's eyes rolled and said, "As an illusory, the name is also illusory, why do you know about it, a monk?"

Bao Xiang smiled and said, "Donor's words ......"

As soon as he said four words, there was a sudden cry of pain. Then the heroes were in an uproar, and they turned their heads sharply to look, and it turned out that Liu was naturally injured again and again under the rapid attack of Zhao Bobo's fast sword. For some reason, Zhao Bosbo's swordsmanship was twice as fast as it was original. Liu was naturally unprepared, and was suddenly hit by a sword in his right chest, and he was seriously injured. Zhao Bobo succeeded with a sword, and immediately his body fluttered, approaching Yan Santai, and before his body was in shape, the long sword had stabbed at the back of Jiang Canglang's head with swiftness.

In the exclamation of the group of heroes, the index finger of Baoguang's right hand popped out slightly, and a burst of true qi shot out, and with a ding, the qi swords intersected, and there was a metallic sound. Zhao Bobo only felt that his wrist was slightly numb, and the blade of the sword had been swung away. The heart is in the square, the yellow robe is fluttering, the treasure light has floated in, and the index finger of the right hand pokes and pokes, shooting out the true qi of the Dao, like an invisible and qualitative sword. It is one finger Zen of one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. How dare Zhao Bosi ignore it, avoid the front, use a fast sword technique, and rush to attack. But no matter how sharp and fast her sword moves are, Baoguang can calmly resolve them one by one. Baoguang's martial arts literacy and internal cultivation are much higher than Liu Nature's, so Zhao Bobo can kill Liu Nature without the power to fight back, but he has no choice but to Baoguang. It was the first time since Zhao Bobo entered the Central Plains that he had encountered such a powerful opponent. Fortunately, Baoguang just wanted to block her and didn't attack.

At this moment, the snow is getting denser and denser, and the rustling sound can be heard, and the sound of dead branches breaking can be heard from time to time in the distant woods. The heroes were all excited, staring intently at the stage. Someone shouted: "Masters, these people are all martial arts demons, and they just suppressed it in one fell swoop, so they can live up to the name of my evil suppression conference." The crowd echoed in unison.

The strong wind on the stage was whistling, whirling with the snowflakes, and the fight was more fierce and urgent. The abbot of Baoxiang swept the audience, with a smile on his face, and quietly stood on the side of Fang Shouyi, but did not violate her. Bao Yin helped Liu Tiantian up and sealed the acupoints around his wound with profound internal force to suspend the injury. The disciples of Emei rushed to the stage and bandaged the wounds of the master. Many big disciples pressed their swords and glared at Zhao Bosbo, but they thought that the head of the sect was not their enemy, and they could only send them to death when they went up, so they didn't dare to move.