Yan Santai attacked this knife from a distance, and the sword qi had reached the back of Baoguang's neck. Baoguang only felt a slight stinging pain in the back of his neck, and immediately became alert, condensed his right index finger, poked the cloud back, sneered, and a finger of Zen true qi came out through his fingers, stabbing the opponent's lower abdomen, and did not block or avoid the incoming knife. Yan Santai just wanted to rescue Zhao Bobo, and when he felt that the other party's finger was full of internal qi, and it was pure and gentle, he was a fierce enemy, and he didn't want to fight with him, and a somersault turned over from the top of Baoguang's head. The backhand brush brushes three knives, the white light is dazzling, the knife wind is sharp, and the tricks are light and fast. Baoguang made a finger of Zen with both hands, sneered at the sword qi in succession, and took three swords, but involuntarily withdrew three steps under his feet.

Yan Santai's figure fell, grabbed Zhao Bobo's slender hand, swept up, and ran towards the mountain.

The group of heroes suddenly made an uproar, and many anxious people jumped onto the high platform in an uproar, and there were hundreds of more people on the stage in an instant. Bujing, Bei Xizhou, Jiang Canglang, and Bao Zhen Zhenyi chased after them, and Bao Xiang and Bao Yin saw that they were running towards Shaolin Temple, and they all chased after each other. But Yan Zhao and the others are like electricity, and since they have taken the lead, they are afraid that it will be difficult to catch up.

Zhao Bobo was galloping like a lightning switch, and suddenly a familiar scolding came from afar in his ears, and when he looked back, he saw several people surrounding Fang Shouyi and wanted to arrest her. Knowing that Fang Shouyi had no martial arts, his feet eased slightly, and said, "Senior brother, let's take that Fang Gongzi away too!"

Yan Santai said: "Young Master Fang?"

Zhao Bobo said: "After I came to the Central Plains, he was the only one who had no ill will towards me and said good things for me. Now because of us, it seems that we are going to be persecuted by the Central Plains Martial Arts, let's save him!"

Yan Santai knew who she was talking about, and said with a smile: "Okay, Sister Si, if you say save him, we will save him!" suddenly stopped and turned around. The crowd of heroes rushed ahead in horror and exclaimed. Swords, guns, swords, halberds clanged, and there was a choking sound. But the two of them ignored it, and rushed past like two light smokes and rushed back to the high platform.

When the crowd of heroes rushed to the stage, Fang Shouyi was washed away. Fang Shouyi was looking for melons everywhere, and Danxia Qiyou had already set their sights on her and quietly surrounded her. At first, the seven of them were afraid of Fang Shou's unique skills, so they didn't dare to do it first, but just scolded each other. Later, Hao Tianlei, the fifth eldest of the Seven Friends, was so excited by Fang Shouyi's words that he was like thunder, and he roared loudly and punched Fang Shouyi. Although Fang Shouyi doesn't know martial arts, he usually likes to somersault, fight windmills, climb trees and climb houses and other naughty behaviors, and he is very clever, Hao Tianlei is not a master, Fang Shouyi flashed to the side, this punch actually made her dodge. Hao Tianlei saw that Fang Shouyi's martial arts were mediocre, and his courage was even stronger, so he swung another punch. Fang Shouyi flashed to the side again, there were many people and the land was sparse, but this flash hit the bystanders, and he was suddenly punched in the stomach, and he sat down on the ground in pain. Hao Tianlei was overjoyed, screamed, and pounced, wanting to hold her firmly and beat her up. Fang Shouyi hurriedly rolled away, and at this time, the group of heroes were running forward, countless feet stepped beside Fang Shouyi's head, and Fang Shouyi's life was in danger at any time.

At this time, Hao Tianlei shouted and pounced again.

At this time, Yan and Zhao came to the wind. Yan Santai flicked his left sleeve, rolled up Hao Tianlei, and threw him into the crowd. The rest of the six Danxia friends were shocked and retreated together. Yan Santai grabbed the belt of Fang Shouyi, lifted it in the air, and said, "Let's go!"

Fang Shouyi's hands and feet danced in the air, shouting, "Hey, what are you doing?

Zhao Bobo said: "Young Master Fang, don't scream, let's get you out!"

Fang Shouyi hurriedly said: "It's weird, what 'help me out', who do I need to save me......?" You ......" Suddenly there was a numbness in his waist, and a warm internal force poured into his body, rushing straight up, and immediately sealed the dumb acupoint, unable to speak.

Yan Zhao turned around this time and immediately fell into layers of encirclement. Yan Santai looked around, behind him were Quan Jiutian and Sima Qingshan, on the front was Baoxiang Baoyin, on the right there were Baoguang, Baozhen, Wuwei, Bei Xizhou, Jiang Canglang, and Bujing, eleven masters, surrounded the three of them, leaving only the left side. But on the left side is a hundred-foot cliff.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Santai's mouth, and he said, "Sister Si, you protect Young Master Fang." I'll open the way!" handed Fang Shouyi to Zhao Bobo. Zhao Bobo stretched out his hand and held it. Yan Santai stepped forward and said loudly: "Abbot Baoxiang, Yan is not talented, learn a few tricks from the abbot!"

The Baoxiang monk fluttered his sleeves, stepped out of the snow, and said, "Please." ”

Yan San Taiqi slashed his knife and said, "Offend!" The blade shook slightly, and the blade dragged a white mang more than five feet long through the air, slashing the other party, so fast that it was eye-catching, faintly bringing out the sound of Huo Huo, which was extraordinary. Everyone knows that this sword idiot is extremely powerful, and everyone looks at the abbot of Baoxiang to see if the head of the No. 1 sect in the Central Plains can stop Yan Santai's incomparable sharpness. Baoxiang's eyes are blazing, his body is slightly sideways, and he carries Vientiane Gong, his left palm crosses his chest, and his right palm is shot out of the knife. didn't hear the palm wind, but the snowflakes rolled and rushed towards Yan Santai with the power of the palm. In one move, even defending and attacking, eliminating and fighting, it was-for-tat, without showing weakness, showing the grandeur of the towering thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple.

As soon as Yan Santai's sword wind collided with the opponent's palm, he immediately met a fierce opponent in his life, and his spirit was greatly boosted, and he praised: "Okay, the abbot of Baoxiang Vientiane is powerful and powerful in the rivers and lakes, and it really lives up to its reputation." "The blade is obliquely deviated, turned into a cut, and the oblique cut is set on the left flank; the body is like a butterfly in the wind, fluttering to the left, and it is also a defense and an attack. The two of them fought fiercely in an instant, one was powerful, like a towering Song Mountain, and the other was as fast as an elf and ghost. In a moment, seventy or eighty moves were exchanged, and each was shocked in their hearts, secretly admiring, the other party was worthy of being the head of Shaolin and the extraterritorial knife idiot. The two of them are a generation of masters, martial arts wizards, martial arts of various factions in the martial arts, all of them will be in the eye, touch the bypass, so the convenience of the eyes flashed, the eyebrows shrugged, the shoulders moved slightly, the toes moved slightly, and they also knew their meaning, and the opponent's tricks had not come out, and they had been strictly guarded against. Therefore, although the two of them fought fiercely, none of them could make the old one, and when one move was halfway, they had to change their moves, otherwise they would definitely be in danger. Quan Sima, Jiang Canglang and others all looked relaxed and admired. The high skill of Baoxiang is almost a myth in the rivers and lakes, but Yan Santai can fight with him for more than 100 tricks, which is really appalling.

Bao Xiang slapped out with a palm, and was led by Yan Santai's strange knife, and the palm power was folded in the air, hitting the ground, and with a bang, a two-hundred-pound rock was split into seven or eight pieces, and stone chips flew. This rock is granite, extremely hard, but the treasure of the Vientiane Gong is heavy and heavy, far superior to the Baozhen Divine Elephant Fist, the rock is brought by the palm force, will not be shattered one after another? Yan Santai saw that his palm power was so strong, he did not easily connect with his body, and his body was fluttering, trying to avoid the strong and powerful front. Suddenly, a knife was slashed on the head, the internal strength was drummed, the strength was incomparable, the knife was blazing, and a strong attack was carried out. Baoxiang still braked with static, and when he floated to avoid it, he attacked with his palm. Yan Santai slashed in the air with a knife, already retracted, and his left palm was quickly slapped out like a fluttering wind, facing Bao Xianglai's palm, wanting to fight with him. The two palms intersected, and there was no sound of breath agitation, Yan Santai made a feminine palm power, and Bao Xiang's palm was also extremely soft. The two forces collided, and the bodies of the two stood still for an instant.