It turned out that Monsoon wanted to take advantage of Xiao Lanyu's attack, and then use this reaction force to perform the Shining Spirit Step and escape.

"See! The force is mutual!"

Monsoon departed, and smiled again. Seeing this, Lu Shihan's frowning brows finally relaxed a lot.

"No one can run away from my Xiao Lanyu, no one!"

Xiao Lanyu was about to pursue, and a sword with flashing white light was in front of him. In a hurry, Xiao Lanyu couldn't care about the master-apprentice relationship anymore, and the sword was faster and more ruthless. The so-called ginger is still old and spicy, and Lu Shihan is gradually declining. The two world's top swordsmen, just in the wind blowing and falling leaves, have already dismantled hundreds of moves. In this short period of time, Monsoon took a shining step, and only stepped dozens of steps away.

Lu Shihan was about to lose, and the monsoon did not go far. At the last moment, she thought of a trick that she never wanted to use against her master.

"Master, I'm sorry!"

Lu Shihan took a few steps back with a shining step, turned the head of the sword, and quickly inserted it into the scabbard. At the same time, the left hand gathers qi in the sheath, and the right hand concentrates qi on the hilt of the sword. The whole process is smooth and flowing, only in an instant.

Xiao Lanyu saw him retreat and quickly followed, but unexpectedly, Lu Shihan actually put his sword into the sheath and made a momentum of gathering energy. His eyes widened suddenly, and he suddenly panicked, and said:

"Cut off the water flow sword technique!"

There are only seven swords in this sword technique. But the swords are exquisite and complement each other. It is the predecessor of Wenjian Mountain in the past dynasties, after countless revisions and improvements, the must-kill seven swords developed. Only through repeated training can the user practice these seven swords into energy and become the memory of the body, and then they can be boosted and ejected through internal force. Because the speed of human thinking is limited. Even if you can be half-hearted, it is impossible to draw a sword from seven different directions at the same time.

As the internal force in the scabbard of Lu Shihan's left hand pushed violently, his right hand gathered qi and pulled violently. The Butterfly Rain Sword in his hand rushed out with strong sparks under the double force of these two strands of pushing and pulling, and slashed out three swords at the same time.

These three swords were extremely fast, and it could even be said that they came out at the same time. Xiao Lanyu knew that the Sword Technique of Breaking Water Flow, Shihan had only practiced to the third level at present. Only three swords can be slashed at the same time. But it is also quite difficult to catch the three swords at the same time.

Xiao Lanyu's lightning-fast sword speed, under these three swords, also seemed clumsy. The first sword was okay, Xiao Lanyu predicted and blocked it in advance through experience, while the second sword was blocked when the sword had already cut into the skin, and the third sword was completely too late. When the sword is already inserted into the shoulder, the sword block arrives. Instead, the sword was pulled up, and the wound was lengthened

The two stopped for a long time, and a drop of blood descended down the Butterfly Rain Sword.

"If you cut off the flow of water, you will either die or be injured. Unexpectedly, you actually used this trick against the teacher for the sake of a wanted criminal. ”

Xiao Lanyu was angry and sad again, looked up at the sky, and sighed:

"Under the whole world, it is not the king's land. The prosperous land of the great dynasty is none other than the rivers and lakes. Monsoon, you can't escape. There are many more people ahead, waiting for you......"

Lu Shihan's face sank slightly, but at this moment he had to send his master back to heal.

"Monsoon, the next road is up to you. ”

Monsoon had just run out of Wenjian Mountain and came to a small forest. I was overjoyed, thinking that I had finally escaped and ascended to heaven. I only felt that the soil under my feet was loose and fell into a big hole. The cave was full of sharp knives and bamboo thorns. He was on all fours, propped up on the walls of the cave. However, the inertia of the fall is very large, and the soil on the wall of this cave is loose. As a result, the support is unstable and slips all the way. It wasn't until the sharp knife was close to the eyeball that it stopped.

He took a breath and pushed with all his strength to jump out of the trap. Due to the excessive force, the wound was torn open a lot, and the pain was heartbreaking, and his face was red. Looking at the woods behind me, the dust was flying, and the birds and beasts were startling. Suddenly, shouts rang out all around, and the ground shook. It seems that there are a large number of people galloping over. Hear them shout:

"The disciples of the Wind and Rain Building listened to the order. Kill the monsoon and eliminate the harm for the people!", he knew that another sect came to ambush.

was about to escape, but a large number of people rushed in front of him. The man at the head, spear in hand, shouted:

"The Military Advent Meeting-Liao Feilun is here!

In desperation, Monsoon had no choice but to drag the carcass, limp and flee westward. Along the way, the blood flowed nonstop, and the head was dizzy. Accidentally, stumble on a stone and roll down a cliff. When they came to the cliff, they saw that the mountain was steep, and thought they had fallen to death, so they left.

When the monsoon wakes up, it's late in the evening. As soon as I sat up, the wound on my back was painful. When he lay down again, the wound on his chest hurt like fire. For a while, it is impossible to stand on the left. But the deathly silence around him calmed his mind. I took a breath at the moment and thought I was out of danger.

At this time, he was hungry and sleepy, and he was about to close his eyes. In a trance, I saw the stars rising in front of me and the trees shaking. It was a large number of men and horses with torches. Monsoon helped the tree to his feet and moved with difficulty, trying to flee to the north. As soon as he took a step, a dazzling white light shot out of the darkness, and the light was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

"My luck shouldn't be too bad...

Right?"

Monsoon was afraid of being discovered and did not dare to move. Injured all over his body, he desperately insisted on the half-step movement, trembling, and did not dare to drop this kick

"There!

Listening to his voice, it was all female disciples, and it should be the Fog and Rain Pavilion who came to intercept it. Knowing that it was exposed, Monsoon finally stepped on this foot and fled eastward with difficulty.

The Fog and Rain Pavilion is the first female disciple, and Zhou Xinmeng holds the pearl of the deep sea night. Gather your skills on this night pearl, and suddenly the light will be brighter, and the whole forest will be like day. Shouted: "Chase!"

The light was bright, but Monsoon's heart was dark. In a hurry, he stepped into the air, reflexively fell, and rolled down. The crowd was about to rush up the hill, but when they saw the monsoon, they rolled down and laughed. Zhou Xinmeng was covered in cold air, formed an ice pick in his hand, aimed at the bridge of the monsoon nose, and said, "Demon, where to run!"

Just as he was about to make a move, a folding fan flew in and smashed the ice pick. The fan was folded back and fell into the hands of one man. This person is dignified, but he hides a knife in his smile, which is a public etiquette. Many people in night clothes stood up one after another. Among them, Gong Yi set a folding fan and said: "My Mozhuyuan has been in ambush here for a long time, and the monsoon should also fall into the hands of my Mozhuo Yuan." ”

"It's nonsense, it's obvious that my Fog and Rain Pavilion captured Monsoon first, what do you have to do with it?"

It turned out that these two factions wanted to compete for merit. Monsoon Wind thought for a moment, squirmed a few steps back, and shouted: "I, Monsoon Wise I, even if I die, I will never die at the hands of you women and children." It's better to let the brothers of Mozhuyuan give me a good time. ”

"You!" Zhou Xinmeng was angry, and pointed at the monsoon angrily. Angry, he said, "I'll kill you!" The ice in his hand came again, and the public ceremony folded the fan again. The two looked at each other fiercely and said, "Do it!"

The two sides got into a scuffle, and Monsoon took advantage of the chaos to escape. Suddenly, someone shouted, "The monsoon is gone!", and the two sides calmed down. Each pursues the other's fault and shirks responsibility.

After the monsoon left, he traveled all the way south and began a long career of escape. On the way, various sect forces and bounty hunters came to stop them. Some are for meritorious service, and some are just for the fifty gold of the Jishi Monument.

He fled all the way to the southernmost part of the continent, the Grand Canyon of the South. It's deserted and silent. After confirming it, there were finally no more pursuers, and I could take a good breath at the moment.

At this time. In the Tongtian Pavilion, on the Jishi Monument, the mural that belongs to the monsoon hit that page, and suddenly the golden light flashed and changed. From fifty gold, to five hundred.