The three monks next to him had long lost their eyebrow sticks, and now they didn't dare to step forward when they saw Sima Wuregret's bravery. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info even if Bartel's kung fu is powerful, there is no such great deterrent, several monks are full of fear in their hearts, since Bartaiel urgently recalled them from Wusi, they have been a little uneasy in their hearts, and now they are even more frightened by Sima Wu's unrepentant wind and cloud slashing knife.

Sima Wuregret erected the knife and supported his body with a huge blade, although the continuous hard fighting allowed him to comprehend the sword intent of the Shunfeng knife in the limit, but after all, he was also flesh and blood, how could he survive this series of hard battles.

Scared off the five major monks, and shocked the invincible Bartair with an iron fist, Sima Wuregret felt that he was like a prostration, his internal strength could not be raised, and his strength could not be used, so he had to rely on the cattle cutting knife to barely stand, this is indeed very powerful from the wind and cloud cutting knife, but the internal force control of the warrior is also extremely demanding, and Sima Wuregret's body is almost overdrawn.

It's just that even when he saw such a scene, the three monks didn't dare to rush forward, in case he came to swing such a knife again, what would he do to resist. So the three of them each picked up their Qi Mei sticks, looking at Sima Wuregret and had no intention of stopping them, but even if the Qi Mei stick was in hand, what could they do, the strong knife wind was simply incomprehensible.

The three monks dragged their two seriously injured companions and retreated one after another, they looked at Bartel's expression, but they didn't dare to move, Bartheel was their leader even if his senior brother was their leader.

"Go away, let me come!"

Bartel roared loudly, Sima Wuregret's sword technique frightened him, but not as frightened as the Yellow Cloth Monk, he strolled towards Sima Wuregret, and saw the young man gasping for breath at this time, and beads of sweat the size of beans were dripping from his forehead.

"It's time to reach the limit. ”

Bataier thought to himself, this road for a day and a night without rest, and even fought against the five major monks, in fact, he didn't know that Sima Wuregret had just fought a battle with the grasshopper sword for Chen Qing'er's massage meridians, in fact, when he fought against the life and death stick array of the five great monks, he didn't have much strength.

Bartel clenched his iron fist and walked towards Sima Wuregret step by step, and Sima Wuregret also saw the approaching danger, but he really didn't have the strength, and the three-hundred-pound cattle chopping knife was like being embedded in the ground, and he couldn't move.

Bartheel was overjoyed, and he had really reached his limit.

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking the air.

"There's a hidden weapon!"

Bartheel secretly said that he was not good in his heart, and immediately turned around, and a straight line of earthy gray passed through the back of his head, and when he looked closely, it was not a hidden weapon, but just an egg-sized earth stone.

"Who can have such strength? ”

Bartair thought badly, it turned out that this Tang man came to help, but he just used this flying stone to show that there was still some distance, and he could kill Sima Wuregret first.

After turning around, Bartaiel was about to take Sima Wuregret directly, but found that there was suddenly an inconspicuous old man in front of him. Bartel rubbed his eyes, making sure he was not mistaken, he was indeed an ordinary old man who could not be more ordinary. The old man was not tall, and he was dressed in a gray robe, so he really couldn't see anything particularly unbearable.

"Old man, I don't want to die!"

Bartheel said contemptuously.

"Humph......"

The old man turned slowly, looked Bartheel up and down, and saw that he was very burly, and his iron fists were as hard as stones, but he immediately showed a very unconcerned expression.

"You practice kung fu too extremely, a pair of iron fists have their shape, not good. ”

This old man actually commented on Bartel, which made him even more embarrassed and angry, he had suffered this kind of humiliation, the dignified Tubo national teacher, Bataier, who was known as invincible with an iron fist, was actually told by an inconspicuous old man that his kung fu was not good.

"You old man, you have a long life, don't you? ”

First a flying stone, and then directly humiliating Bartel, who else in this world can have this kind of courage except Qiu Lin.

It turned out that since Sima Wuregret entered Tubo, he has been quietly following behind, anyway, he has nothing to do, and finally found a good seedling to inherit his sword skills, he naturally will not be so relieved to go to Tubo with him. Just when Sima Wuregret was in danger, it was Qiu Lin who called out the knife intent of the Shunfeng Knife, which made Sima Wuregret recall it for a while, so that he turned the danger into a disaster and broke the life and death stick of the monk.

Seeing that Sima Wuregret actually comprehended the sword intent in a desperate place, he was naturally very happy, how could he let Bartaiel ask for Sima Wuregret's life again.

"You are so old, and your kung fu is still so poor, the old man is really lazy to make a move, so leave quickly. ”

Qiu Lin shook his hand, he had to be forgiving and forgiving, Qiu Lin had experienced many years of ups and downs, and he was no longer the brave and ruthless Jiangnan Sword Saint before, but more and more philistine, just like a market veteran, very inconspicuous.

It was because of the inconspicuousness that Bartair was even more annoyed, but during this period of time, the Tang people in Tubo were all very powerful, he gritted his teeth, Gil was still lying on the bed with multiple injuries, and three of the eighteen yellow cloth monks were injured, how could he endure this breath. At that moment, he swung his iron fist and smashed it towards Qiu Lin's front door.

Bartel's punches were very fast, but Jolin's body was even faster, and a simple sliding step made Bartell's iron fist miss, and Bartel's several quick punches in a row didn't even touch Joulin's shirt. Qiu Lin shook his head while dodging, and suddenly pulled Bartel's arm with both hands, and suddenly with force, Bartel felt that his iron fist was out of control, and the center of gravity of the whole person suddenly fell forward, and when he was about to fall to the ground, Qiu Lin turned his hand and hugged Bartel's right hand again, and slapped his palms on Barthear's chest with a little force.

Before Bartaiel could react, his whole body had already flown out sideways, and a few monks behind him saw the senior brother who immediately went over to support them, and finally didn't let him fall and eat.

Bartair steadied his weight and glanced back at Qiu Lin, his eyes red.

"Let's go. ”

Bartheel whispered, and soon withdrew with the five monks.

"Master......"

Sima Wuregret said with a smile, but unfortunately he had no strength at this time and couldn't stand up straight.

"Okay, don't talk about it. ”

Qiu Lin took out a black pill from his pocket, stuffed it into Sima Wuregret's mouth, and supported him with one hand.

"This is the Great Soul Rejuvenation Pill, hurry up and meditate cross-legged. ”

Sima Wuregret took the medicine, and suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and streams of hot air rushed straight to his abdominal cavity. Qiu Lin quickly clicked all the acupoints of the eight veins of the Qi Jing around Sima Wuregret's body, and then slowly injected his internal force into Sima Wuregret's body, massaging his originally disordered meridians.

"This is meridian massage, sometimes it is slow or slow...... Sometimes it's fast. ”

Qiu Lin was helping Sima Wuregret heal his injuries while still preaching, obviously he had been observing them, and he had also seen the scene when Sima Wuregret healed Chen Qing'er's injuries before, if it weren't for Sima Wuregret's clumsiness, Chen Qing'er's internal injuries would have been alleviated a long time ago. Not so far as to be unconscious.

After a stick of incense, Qiu Lin got up and shook off the dust on his body, Sima Wuregret was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, at this time, the medicinal properties of the Soul Rejuvenation Great Tonic Pill had been fully exerted, and Sima Wuregret's meridians were moisturized.

And then. ”

Qiu Lincai took out another big tonic pill from his pocket and threw it to Sima Wuregret.

"You give this to Chen Shunpei's female doll to eat, and then help him regulate the eight veins of the Qi Sutra. Old man, I still have something to do, please go back to Datang first. ”

"Master, aren't you going to Dali with us?"

Sima Wu regretted taking the big tonic pill and looked at Qiu Lin blankly. As far as he knew, Qiu Lin was also in the whirlpool twenty years ago, and he also had a lot to do with the Thunder Knife.

"The old man is not interested in the Thunder Knife, but it's a pity that Nangong Ming is dead, and the old man is afraid that he will never be able to find an opponent again. ”

Qiu Lin was a little sad, he was defeated by Nangong Ming's thunder sword technique, and he spent eight years in retreat to create the Wind Cutting Cloud Knife, but he didn't know that Nangong Ming had died on the mountain eight years ago. It's a pity that he has been wandering the rivers and lakes for 12 years, and he can no longer find an opponent who can let him completely use the Wind and Cloud Cutting Knife.

"The knife intent of the first layer of your Wind Cutting Cloud Knife has already become small, and you can leave with peace of mind if you have more than enough self-preservation in Tubo. Hello sheng practice knives, do not slack off, and strive to have a breakthrough within a year. ”

Qiu Lin turned around and left after speaking, still muttering something in his mouth, as if humming some Jiangnan song, and swayed away. Sima Wuregret is still a little prostration, but now he is very comfortable, and after sweating, his face is even a little ruddy.

After Qiu Lin left, Sima Wu regretted turning over his horse and walking upstream along the riverbed. I didn't expect to be besieged by Bartel this time, but it was a blessing in disguise, and this Wind Slashing Cloud Knife was really a powerful move. Sima Wuregret smiled slightly, and galloped forward on his horse.

"Senior brother, us?"

Five monks rode horses and followed behind Bartel, this time they suffered an unprecedented defeat, whether it was Bartel's iron fist or the life and death stick of the yellow cloth monk, everyone was afraid in Tibet in the past, but this time they were heeled.

"That old man's kung fu is too powerful!"

Bartheel thought of Jorin, and still had palpitations. Qiu Linzhen's move to retreat from him was definitely to save his hand, otherwise with his old man's ability, even if he didn't die, his martial arts would be completely wasted. Bartheel stuck out his tongue, a trail of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth.

"We can't do anything with the big knife, and his knife skills are really ...... Let's go back and chase you junior brothers immediately, if we can't catch the powerful ones, we can catch some people who are fleeing for their lives!"

"Yes, Senior Brother. ”

"Also, you go and find Kul and Buku, and Hu Cha'er as well. ”

One of the six men was left to take care of the seriously injured eldest and second child, one of the Yellow Cloth Monks to inform the news, and the other followed Bartheel on horseback to the upper reaches of the river.