In a scuffle, among them, the first to be in danger was the woman Yuan Xiaofei who shot first, who would have expected that the slender woman was actually a martial artist who was repaired in hand-to-hand combat, the red-faced old man punched his chest, Yuan Xiaofei just gave a punch to the side of his body, and he resisted with his left arm, and his right hand turned into a crane claw, pecking at the red-faced old man Yintang, this is still the old man's subconscious retreat in a drowsy mood when he saw that the situation was not good, and avoided the "yin legs" that followed , Without waiting for the old man to stabilize the plate, Yuan Xiaofei followed the old man like a shadow and hurriedly blocked the splitting palm but was hit by a homeopathic shoulder lean, Yuan Xiaofei, whose left arm was already blurred with flesh and blood, did not hesitate at all, and continued to close the distance, not giving the old man a chance to breathe, and the moves were all life-changing.

Not only were the people on the field frightened, Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but rush out, but he was pulled by Li Jinglan, who was harmed, Zhang Xiaofeng almost couldn't help but scold, Li Jinglan was unmoved, pressed Zhang Xiaofeng's shoulder with one hand, and gently tapped the scabbard with the other, frowning slightly.

The black-clothed guards besieging the cold man on the field have already lost three or four people, and Yu Lushan has been unable to break through the claw net of the thin Taoist with the advantage of the sword, and inadvertently the three people on the opposite side slowly approached, and their backs quietly formed a back-to-back trend, the red-faced old man let out a long roar, and suddenly mutated, the cold man fought two knives behind his back, and took Yuan Xiaofei's single palm with both fists, and the red-faced old man hit Yuan Xiaofei's forehead with a punch, knocking her three feet away, regardless of Yuan Xiaofei's life or death, he hit a hollow palm to the right side, and swept away Yu Lushan's sword, and the thin Taoist flew up like an eagle in the air, and pounced on Li Jinglan, who was watching the battle from afar, and in an instant, the cold man was wearing six knives, and he was already dead, and Yuan Xiaofei didn't know whether he was alive or dead, The red-faced old man showed his might, and pulled Yu Lushan and the black-clothed guard in front of him in a circle, just to create an opportunity for the thin Taoist who was faster to capture the thief and capture the king first.

As early as the moment when the cold man withdrew, Li Jinglan pulled the corners of his mouth, pushed Zhang Xiaofeng back, and waited until he saw the cold man die, Yuan Xiaofei flew out, and the thin Taoist flew up, and then muttered to himself: I said that mud bodhisattvas have three points of fire.

The toes do not retreat at all, but advance, and a brilliance blooms from under the ribs, opening the mountain with a knife, "Zheng Zheng" Two sounds, the thin Taoist twisted in the air and flicked two claws on the knife surface to swing the knife body, the immortal eighteen beats, Zheng Zheng and Zheng Zheng, the thin Taoist fell to the ground and flew back, the ten fingers were unloaded with the knife strength, stacked thunder, no longer Zheng Zheng but bang, the thin Taoist was as hard as a black iron ten fingers numb, Li Jinglan abandoned the knife and clenched his fist, the iron horse rushed into battle, the blood light suddenly appeared, the claws and fists were exchanged, the thin Taoist was hit in the abdomen and took two steps back, Li Jinglan's right chest was caught by the flesh and blood blurred, and he was exhausted, Li Jinglan lowered his head and squirted out two mouthfuls of blood, seriously injured and not recovered, and added a new creation, the thin Taoist smiled with a wrong face with his claws。

Li Jinglan raised his head to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but unexpectedly, another mouthful of blood gushed out, he couldn't help but shake his head, simply didn't care, let it drip off the long shirt, stretched out his right palm, the corner of his mouth grinned in a strange arc, and his lips trembled slightly and said a few words, "Come back, see if you return?"

Suddenly, a white light passed through the back of the thin Taoist, and the lightning shot returned to the sheath, and the previous desperate consumption of the thin Taoist was exhausted, only to kill him with a knife when he was ventilated, and asked if you would return, if you didn't answer, a life would return to the west.

Everyone present has never seen Li Jinglan make a move, even Zhang Xiaofeng, who was born and died together, Yu Lushan and the red-faced old man have looked away, weak scholars? I didn't expect this product to be a road with Yuan Xiaofei, if you don't move, it's enough, if you move, it's life and death, everyone was stunned, Zhang Xiaofeng's martial arts are not good, but the light body kung fu is good, a vertical leap flew to Li Jinglan's side, and he raised his thumb with surprise on his face, "Cow", Li Jinglan glared at him angrily, "Hold on, pretend to be too much, you can't stand!" Zhang Xiaofeng hurriedly supported his back, and his palm touched the robe behind him, which was slimy, sweating through the back of his clothes, and he was already out of strength.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the red-faced old man avoided Yu Lushan's absent-minded sword, flew away, and the young man in white did not chase after him, and reflexively returned to Li Jinglan's side to punch him in the chest, "Boy, pretending to be quite similar, blindfolded me!" Li Jinglan rolled his eyes and fell down in response.

Millennial Emei, there was also a spectacular scene of "the world's sword immortals out of Emei", but hundreds of years ago with the Demon Sect battle, destroyed, predecessors' classics, thousands of years of martial arts accumulation once lost, although outstanding people, but after all, it is almost meaningless, not to mention compared with the two transcendent existences, even in the first-class sect, the top is not counted.

It is related to the broken inheritance, and it is also related to the fact that Shuzhong is relatively closed, there are many women in Emei, and there is insufficient experience in walking the rivers and lakes.

But in Shuzhong, Emei's reputation still surpasses the Demon Sect that has been repeatedly encircled and suppressed by various famous and decent sects for hundreds of years, and it is a real leader in Shu.

In the past ten years, Zhou Yun, the king of Shu, attaches great importance to the role of the martial arts leader of the Emei Sword Sect, and does not hesitate to spend his blood to collect the Emei classics scattered outside, and spares no effort to support Emei, and even specially invited a well-educated person to compile the "Emei Sword Immortal Record" to make a name for it, and the Emei Sword Sect is naturally grateful, and now suddenly received a request for help from the palace, and Lin Qingzhi, the head of the sect, attaches great importance to it, and immediately sent two senior disciples and senior disciples Xu Guoping who have been in the Xuan Realm for many years to lead more than 20 martial arts cultivators to assist the disciples who are among the best in the sect.

Under the rhetoric of the red-faced old man who reversed right and wrong along the way to confuse black and white, a group of people were filled with righteous indignation, and a group of extremely vicious bandits dared to rob money and commit murder in the quiet place of Emei Mountain, not only to invade the Shu Palace, but also to slap the face of the Emei Sword Sect, and not to see whose one-acre and three-point land this is, is this worth it?

A few outsiders are just a few outsiders, the local bandits, and the horse gang actually dare to touch Emei's tiger whiskers? How can this make Emei Jiaozi, who has a long roar at the Emei Golden Peak, and the entire Shuzhong martial arts tremble. Along the way, several of the male disciples held their breath and must show their faces in front of their senior sisters and beat this group of daring bandits to the ground. There are imaginatives who are full of imagination, and even have in their minds the scene of a group of rabble fleeing in confusion where the sword light swims.

But the reality is that when they dared to go to the mountainside, these people had no intention of running away at all, and even more, they had not seen this group of high-spirited Shushan Jiaozi at all, the bandaging that should be bandaged for the wounded, the boiling water for boiling water, and the feeding of horses for horses. What's going on?

A wave of anger rushed to the door of the Emei disciple from the soles of his feet, but the red-faced old man in the middle couldn't help but be surprised: No, this is the rhythm of the dead! The Shu Wangfu and the Emei Sword Sect are already a first-class combination in Shu, and the group of people on the opposite side is still light, the situation is not right, it is very wrong, it is very likely that this time it is not an iron plate, but a steel plate. The melon baby of the Emei faction is not familiar with the world, it does not mean that the red-faced old man who has been in the world for many years does not understand, and if there is an abnormality, he must be a demon, and today I am afraid that this matter will cause a big disaster. The old man subconsciously shrank back again.

"Who is the thief who dares to offend the king of Shu Huwei and murder in front of my Emei Mountain?" Xu Guoping took the lead.

Zhiling's body was supported by Zhang Xiaofeng, and Li Jinglan, who was half-lying under the trunk of a strong pine tree, called a black-clothed guard who was cleaning the battlefield, and whispered a few words, the young man had a cold face, strode out of the caravan resting place, walked out of thirty steps seriously, picked up a dead branch on the ground, drew a long shallow ditch of more than four or five feet, threw the dead branch casually, raised his head with his chest, and said loudly: "Those who cross this line will die!" turned around proudly, but turned around and continued to clean up the severed limbs and corpses on the field, picking up the objects dropped by his brother one by one.

How have the people of the Emei Sword Sect ever seen such an arrogant battle, they were a little dumbfounded, what is the situation, it is obvious that they came to play prestige and threaten people, how can they become threatened? Pinch their thighs, they don't dream, this is the boundary of Emei Mountain!

A few angry male disciples couldn't help but sneer, and they didn't care that their uncle and senior brother were still beside them, and they rushed out of the formation to kill these deceitful dog thieves.

As soon as the figure passed over the crooked and slanted earthen ditch, he heard a "buzz", and hundreds of crossbow refined iron short arrows broke through the air, even if the two finger Xuan uncles found that the situation was not good and hurriedly swept out to block most of the iron arrows, there was still one disciple who was shot into a sieve by this sharp weapon in the army, and the two disciples were hit by several arrows and crashed back into the earthen ditch.

On the left and right sides of the forest, two hundred-man teams of Xianfeng battalion light armor slowly poured out, the sword-wielding armor was in the shape of an awl, and the ten-person team of crossbow-holding armor guarded both sides, charging into formation.

Only then did the disciples of the Emei Sword Sect understand where the other party's unreasonable style came from. There was a commotion in the crowd.