When Ye Qiudi was fighting four without falling into the wind, Su Musha was being chased and cut by the head of the Hailiu Sword Sect. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Su Musha quickly dodged a sword and said, "Be reasonable......"

Before he could finish speaking, the goatee Lao Suo made another sword.

Su Musha blocked it with a knife and continued: "Your son also assassinated me, if it weren't for my great fortune, I would have died in Huangquan a long time ago." ”

Su Musha wanted to say that he was willing to gamble and lose, but it was not right to think about it, whose son was killed and listened to you talk about these truths.

"I'm so stupid. Su Musha patted his forehead, and dodged another sword sideways.

Seeing that Lao Suo's beard was no longer neat, his hair was scattered, and he looked crazy, Su Musha comforted: "You always have to pay it back when you come out to mix, you should have already realized it." ”

How could Lao Suo pay attention to him, panting, bloodshot in his eyes, and in a roar of grief and indignation, another sword stabbed at Su Musha.

Su Musha continued to retreat, and suddenly his feet were weak and he almost fell backwards, he looked back, and it turned out that he had retreated to the edge of the pond.

Lao Su would not miss the opportunity, and stretched out his hand to stab Su Mu in the chest with a sword.

Su Musha is no longer Wuxia Ameng, and after Ye Qiudi's guidance, the tricks to deal with the Hailiu Sword Sect are even more handy.

At the moment, the scabbard was blocked, and when Lao Suo's soft sword could not be recovered, he hid sideways behind Lao Suo.

Lao Suo also reacted quickly, and when Su Musha raised his foot to kick him to the pond to calm down, he raised his leg to force Su Musha away, and then turned around and slashed with a sword.

Fortunately, Su Musha had been prepared, and a hardboard bridge escaped.

But Lao Su then kicked Su Mushao in the lower abdomen and kicked him out.

Su Musha took three steps back before standing firmly, rubbing his stomach and saying, "What kind of ability is it to bully the soft and be afraid of the hard?"

He pointed to Bai Youwen over there, "Don't forget, their Bai family has robbed your family's White Emperor City, and you should find him first to settle accounts." ”

The old man grimaced his face and stabbed at Su Mu again.

"You're a bad offspring. Su Mu hidden, "Today I actually colluded with the people of White Emperor City, I can't even suppress your ancestor's coffin board." ”

Su Musha didn't dare to parry, he just blindly hid, but his mouth was not idle, constantly counting Lao Suo's no, repeating the grudge between the Hailiu Sword Sect and the White Emperor City.

The old man may have listened. The more Su Musha said, the more angry Lao Su became, the more crazy he became, and his nostrils were about to erupt with fire.

There was also chaos between his swings, but the momentum was vast and nowhere to be found, so that Su Musha deeply understood what it meant to have no tricks to win.

Between retreating, Su Musha had already approached the altar again.

He originally wanted to fold and not make trouble with Ye Qiudi. But this old man really chased hard, and his sword was like flowing water, endlessly, not giving him the slightest chance to dodge, so he could only retreat step by step.

When he heard the wind behind him, Ye Qiudi suddenly said, "Take three steps back!"

Su Mu did as he was told, and while dodging Lao Suo's sword, he caught a glimpse of a white figure grazing the corners of his clothes and falling to his original position.

It was Bai Youwen.

"Revenge and hatred are here!" Su Musha was counting the hatred of the two families, and almost subconsciously shouted.

Bai Youwen had just been kicked out by Ye Qiudi, and was stabilizing himself, listening to Su Mushao's shouting, he didn't know what to do.

Lao Su paused, and he didn't know if he was conscious, but he immediately pierced Bai Youwen's chest from the back.

With a "pounce", the sword went into the flesh, making everyone stop.

"I'll go!" Su Mushu was stunned, and only then did he think clearly about what he had instigated Lao Suo to do.

The crazy old man also widened his eyes and let go of the hilt of his sword, dumbfounded and at a loss.

Bai Youwen looked at the tip of the sword emerging from his chest in disbelief, turned to point at Lao Suo, "You, you ......" His eyes were full of hatred, but he couldn't say it, and finally fell to the ground in vain.

Nearly 1,000 people on the flat ground fell silent for a while, watching this scene in astonishment.

It's not a pity that Bai Youwen died ten, but the clothes standing behind him are not fashionable!

But one was sober.

Seeing that everyone was looking at Bai Youwen's corpse, the Water Dragon King was close to Ye Qiudi, and when he was angry, he gathered all his strength and slapped Ye Qiudi's back with one palm.

What he cares about is his position as the leader, and Bai Youwen's death is far less important than this matter.

The Water Dragon King focused all his attention on this palm, and when he touched Ye Qiudi's back, he could even hear his own heartbeat of "poof, poof".

But he forgot Ye Qiudi's ability to multitask.

The dragon tripod, which had been carried by Ye Qiudi, roared over, and hit the Water Dragon King with a "snap", falling to the ground with him.

only heard a "click", and the dragon tripod, which weighed more than 1,000 catties, was heavily pressed on the leg of the water dragon king.

Everyone retracted their gaze and looked at the self-inflicted Water Dragon King wordlessly.

I saw that in the dumped dragon ding, water continued to flow out, and his body was also wet. It turned out that due to the rain a few days ago, a lot of water had accumulated in Longding.

What is shocking is that the waterlogged dragon tripod is heavier, but Ye Qiudi holds it freely, and he never even leaks a drop.

In the silence, Ye Qiudi walked in front of the Water Dragon King and carried Long Ding away.

The Water Dragon King was also hard, and he didn't make a sound of pain, but just fell to the ground, his eyes blank.

The joys and sorrows between the ups and downs are really unbearable.

After fighting in this situation, Gao Beiming knew that there was no hope of victory.

He glanced at each other with the Peach Blossom Monk, and arched his hand: "Lord Ye Gu has reached the peak with his kung fu, and I will bow down and say goodbye." ”

After that, he didn't drag the mud and water at all, turned around and went back to the way he came.

The Peach Blossom Monk also arched his hand, and said with a meaningful smile, "Lord Ye Gu's kung fu is certainly clever, but the prince's ability to kill people with a knife and not be bloodless makes people ashamed of themselves." ”

Su Musha was depressed, he glanced at the peach blossom monk, and said modestly: "Where, where, it's far away, aren't you still alive?"

The peach blossom monk didn't care about him, stopped his waist and hugged the dusty woman who came up, touched her ass and followed Gao Beiming.

Ye Qiudi glanced at the fallen Bai Youwen and the Water Dragon King, stood beside the Dragon Ding and asked aloud, "Who else questions the status of the four major factions of my Medicine King Valley?"

The scene was quiet for a while, and suddenly someone said: "Me!"

The word "I" came from the top of the mountain and echoed through the valley.

Ye Qiudi looked up and followed the prestige, and saw a person jumping on the mountain wall where the waterfall was located above the pond.

This man was dressed in a crimson robe, with a dashing demeanor, and a long sword hanging from his waist.

When they got closer, everyone saw that the man was about thirty years old, his eyes were slanted, his face was handsome, and his eyebrows were full of rebellion.

The peach blossom monk with a peach blossom face is already extremely handsome, but compared to the son in front of him, it is much worse.

In particular, the clothes on this person's body are mainly crimson, and there are moire patterns embroidered with gold thread on them.

Others couldn't help but compare Su Musha with him.

Although the clothes of the two are red and black, they have the same gorgeous clothing patterns, and the rich and compelling temperament of the two is also similar, as if they are the grandson of a family.