"You are the seven-edged sword! Your master ......" Song Zhiyu suddenly trembled, pointed at Bai Mosheng with a surprised face, and said, "You are the old man of the Bai family back then, didn't you go to sea and die?"

Bai Mosheng quickly helped Li Chengliang up, clicked on the acupoint to seal the qi veins, turned around and smiled indifferently without hurrying: "The Song Gang Master has a good memory, but Bai Mou only went north when he went to sea, and he was never in danger. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info has been concentrating on teaching apprentices for many years, and his reputation is not obvious, which frightened the Song gang leader. ”

"What a cat and a dog, the apprentice who taught him used insidious means and couldn't go through the three tricks of the Luo Pavilion Lord, what is commendable. Ling Changqiu said in a stiff voice, looking at Chu Boyi and Bai Mosheng with a gloomy face.

Chu Boyi heard Ling Changqiu's words, his eyes were cold, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and blocked between the Fifth Tongzhi and Ling Changqiu and the others, and said: "Ling City Lord, Chu finally knows why the eldest son of Ling City Lord broke his legs because of his disrespectful words!"

"You!" Ling Changqiu shook his arms, held the steel thorn in his hand, said no more, and stepped towards Chu Boyi.

Seeing that Ling Changqiu attacked Chu Boyi alone, Yan Shifan couldn't help but be slightly angry in his heart, and he was extremely dissatisfied with such an act that did not follow the pre-agreed agreement. However, even if there is dissatisfaction, the offensive has been completed, and the method of detouring and easing has failed, and we can only fight hard.

"Attack!" Yan Shifan said solemnly.

As soon as the words fell, more than 20 people dressed in blue suits and holding steel swords came out of the back hall, and they surrounded and killed the Fifth Tongzhi and others.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remnants of Yemeng Villa cheered up again and walked away with guns.

Many disciples of the Ink Pavilion brought by Li Chengliang also entered the battle group to meet the disciples of Snow City who came to cover the killing.

The men and horses of Kuixing Pavilion buckled their bows and crossbows, and from time to time they shot stray arrows, accompanied by a miserable scream.

This month, the sound of swords and soldiers in the building was loud again, swords and swords, and blood flew like rain.

Bai Mosheng covered Li Chengliang and pushed him outside the building this month, and asked several elite disciples to protect Li Chengliang.

After settling the disciple, the gloom in Bai Mosheng's eyes gradually accumulated, the long belt of clothes was windless, Zhang Wujian glowed in the moonlight, and the cold air of the night seemed to suddenly descend on a summer night.

"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!" A rapid and dense sound of breaking the air sounded, and everyone fighting in the building only felt a moment of light and rain flying overhead, and those people in Kuixing Pavilion who were hiding between the beams of the building and releasing cold arrows fell in response, and the black shadows floating in the sky immediately decreased by a dozen.

Tang Qingyan's face was indignant, and she was about to attack, but when she saw that Bai Mosheng had already held the silver dart in her hand again, she said crisply: "Retreat!"

The remaining dozen or so people in the Kuixing Pavilion quietly disappeared without a trace in a few breaths.

Without the people who put cold arrows in the Kuixing Pavilion, everyone in the Ink Pavilion was a little settled, swept away the slight decline that had just appeared, and fought back fiercely.

Bai Mosheng saw the people of Kuixing Pavilion retreating, put away the Cold Star Dart, looked at the still scorching and bloody battle situation, and stepped out.

Ling Changqiu, who was fighting with Chu Boyi, caught a glimpse of Bai Mosheng walking into the building like a murderous god, and then thought of Fang Cai's secret weapon art that was more exquisite than Kui Xing Pavilion, and slightly parried Chu Boyi's move, and shouted to Song Zhiyu and the others: "Shoot! When do you want to see it?"

Song Zhiyu and Ying Zhifei looked at each other, and it was not good to watch from the wall again, so they pulled out their weapons and joined the chaotic battle.

Tang Qingyan groaned slightly, her hands shook, and the silver light flashed on the thousand machines, and immediately turned into two steel claws, and the lotus step moved lightly, and Tang Qingyan entered the battle formation flutteringly.

Bai Mosheng was like a huge 10,000-year-old ice, and the people who killed him in the chaotic battle seemed to be frozen, and the attack made by the dragon spirit and tiger became sluggish in an instant, and Bai Mosheng calmly drew his sword and bloody blade.

Silently, Bai Mosheng had already stabbed more than a dozen masters in the chaotic battle, and in the chaotic battle, there was a moment of silence around Bai Mosheng, and the people who wanted to attack him looked at the fallen corpse lying at Bai Mosheng's feet and hesitated.

Not just intentionally or unintentionally, Ling Changqiu was kicked by Chu Boyi, and flew sideways to Bai Mosheng.

Bai Mosheng caught a glimpse of Ling Changqiu, and without saying much, he stabbed with a sword.

Ling Changqiu's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly rolled sideways to dodge. Immediately after that, a harrier turned over and stabbed straight into Bai Mosheng's armpit.

Bai Mosheng pulled his sword to block, the sword momentum was like the wind, and he slashed the blade of the sword with his backhand, "Ahh

Bai Mosheng indifferently looked at Ling Changqiu, who was half-fallen to the ground, and ignored it no longer.

Putting down a few Moge disciples who were besieging him, Song Zhiyu's fat hands flew up and down with a pair of short sticks in his hands, attacking a few disciples of Yemeng Villa beside him, "Wow!" There was a sharp sound, and Bai Mosheng's horizontal sword blocked in front of Song Zhiyu.

Song Zhiyu only felt that layers of cold sweat oozed from his back in an instant, soaking through his clothes. Although he had heard of Bai Mosheng's prestige back then, he was afraid, but after all, Song Zhiyu was in a high position all the year round, and his heart had settled down after a moment of panic.

Song Zhiyu's double sticks flew one after another, splitting out in a row, and condensing and attacking Bai Mosheng's upper plate.

Bai Mosheng raised his sword to block, his wrist was linked, and the sword blade took advantage of Song Zhiyu's offensive to close to the double stick to lead it away, and between half a breath, Bai Mosheng bypassed the gap and stabbed with his sword, and Song Zhiyu's right shoulder was pierced by the sharp Zhang Wu sword.

"Seven Bladed Sword!" Song Zhiyu said with a little hatred, and then quickly broke away from the battle group and dragged his stump arm to heal his wounds.

Ying Zhifei saw that Bai Mosheng had lost two people in a row in the chaos, and he knew that he was difficult to beat, but under today's situation, Ying Zhifei only wanted to save his strength at the moment and withdraw temporarily, so he grabbed the black iron saber, walked quickly through the crowd, and attacked Bai Mosheng.

Bai Mosheng glanced at Ying Zhifei who attacked regardless of the flaws in his body with a little doubt, and he was not ambiguous, he dodged sideways and slashed vertically, and the hilt of the sword connected points on the back of Ying Zhifei, who was out of balance, and kicked it sideways, knocking Ying Zhifei away.

Bai Mosheng had just turned around, Tang Qingyan's double steel claws shining with cold light had already reached the front door, and Bai Mosheng hurriedly bowed his waist to dodge.

Tang Qingyan glanced at Bai Mosheng meaningfully, her eyes flickered towards Luo Baicheng, and she attacked again.

Bai Mosheng nodded slightly knowingly, held his sword left and right to block Tang Qingyan's claws, made wind under his feet, changed to Tang Qingyan's back, kicked sideways several times, and Tang Qingyan was knocked out of the building.

At this time, the sound of swords and soldiers in the field gradually thinned out, on the one hand, because most of them were already injured, and on the other hand, Bai Mosheng had defeated four major sect leaders in a row, which made the disciples of these sects a little suspicious.

"This noodle friend is not bad at martial arts. The apprentices are also quite good. Luo Baicheng praised Bai Mosheng dryly.

"Lord Luo Ge praised. Let's see the real chapter!" Bai Mosheng replied dryly.

Luo Baicheng replied in a high voice: "Okay!"

Luo Baicheng drew his sword in his hand and flew towards Bai Mosheng.

Bai Mosheng bowed his legs slightly, holding a sword flower in his hand, as a defensive posture.

But in the blink of an eye, the two of them have staggered their swords and fought together.

Luo Baicheng got started with several styles of scholar swordsmanship that had just defeated the fifth Tao, a style of "reading at night", the sword edge was slightly picked, and it went straight to Bai Mosheng's neck.

Bai Mosheng broke the sword with a sword, blocked the incoming sword, and the horizontal sword slashed sideways towards Luo Baicheng's chest.

Luo Baicheng bowed, dodged the blade of the sword, lightly tapped his left foot, and kicked Bai Mosheng sideways with his right foot, and Bai Mosheng protected his arms stiffly.

"You haven't done your full job. Bai Mosheng took a few steps back and said slowly.

"You too. Luo Baicheng also said indifferently.

Yan Shifan saw that everyone had stopped and felt a little calmer, and at the same time, he was even more dissatisfied with Ling Changqiu, his reckless behavior almost made today's things more than worth the loss, and the injured people in this building also made Yan Shifan's heart, which was rarely bloody, beat rapidly.

"Today it was Yan and others who were rude, but the reason is still clear. The fifth shopkeeper and my shopkeeper Jiang this month had a fight, and he was in a hurry to use a killing move, but the shopkeeper Jiang fought back in a hurry, and mistakenly killed the fifth shopkeeper. I also ask the fifth elder to ask the spirit to return, and Yan will definitely express his sorrows. Yan Shifan walked quickly to Luo Baicheng's side, and said to everyone, "The cause of today's bloody incident is to make the city lord avenge his son, and I will definitely find out the truth and correct this matter." ”

The fifth Tongzhi pushed away Xie Huaiyuan, who was also covered in blood and wanted to support him, and replied in a hard voice: "Yan Gongzi is clear-sighted, and Tongzhi admires." Say goodbye today, see you again!"

After that, he beckoned the remaining disciples of Yemeng Villa, and began to collect the corpses of the dead disciples and treat the injured, because there was no more obstruction, and the people of Yemeng Villa quickly left from the Jinyue Building.

"Disciple of the Ink Pavilion, clean up your outfits, treat the wounded, and return!" Chu Boyi also continued.

Mo Ge was all elite disciples here, and there were no casualties, but a few disciples were injured, and they also cleaned up at a very fast speed and withdrew from Jinyue Tower.

At this time, the disciples of all factions also began to treat the injured on their own, and left under the organization of the senior brothers, and the head of the sect was currently leaving to look for the head of the house, and the head of the house was still in the building and left quickly with the head of the house.

Yan Shifan looked at all this with flickering eyes, and the resentment that had accumulated in his heart was on the verge of exploding, he couldn't accept it in such a hurry, but such a situation and Bai Mosheng, the head of the Mo Pavilion who seemed to be on par with Luo Baicheng from nowhere, forced him to accept this result.

Xie Huaiyuan and Mu Zhan stood beside Chu Boyi, Bai Mosheng put his sword into the sheath, and bowed to Luo Baicheng and Yan Shifan: "Today's incident is here, I will say goodbye." ”

"Goodbye!" Luo Baicheng and Yan Shifan replied.

After Yan Shifan returned the salute, he turned around and beckoned his subordinates to also start treating his wounded, checking the damage in the building, he needed to let himself get out of this frustrated situation for a while, even if it was occupied by those things that he thought were insignificant in the past.

Bai Mosheng and the others had just left Jinyuelou and walked to the street of Dashi Yongfang, at this time, the east was already slightly white, and it was already the time of sunrise.

"Giant!White Pavilion Envoy!Xie Gang Master!Pastoral Pavilion Master!" A man dressed in the robes of a disciple of the Ink Pavilion hurriedly greeted a few people, as if he had something important, but he still saluted respectfully.

"What happened, why didn't you return to the station?" Chu Boyi asked aloud.

"Yu Juzi, there is a disciple who reported that when escorting Master Li Xiang of the Spring and Autumn Hall back to the station, he encountered a thief, and Lord Li Xiang was taken away!" The disciples of the Moge Pavilion whispered back while accompanying a few people to walk.