Chapter 80: The Battle of the Glen (2)
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www.xSHUOTXT.Com "Since Uncle Ji has commanded so, the little woman is no longer restrained. Three factions and seven factions competed with three valley masters, and won two in three games. If we win, then the valley must give an account to each faction within three days, or even if we die, if one of us escapes, the valley will no longer be at peace. Although our martial arts are low, but you also saw it just now, if you have the heart, your forest will be turned to ashes sooner or later. The words of the girl in the white dress contained a threat, neither humble nor arrogant, as if there was a powerful force behind her.
"Then we won, what should you do?" Ji asked with a sneer.
"Let it be disposed of!" the woman in the white dress looked softly at the more than 100 people in the valley in front of her, and said calmly.
"White girl, isn't this okay?" the gray-faced old monk swept over the people behind him, and when he saw the worries in the eyes of his own people, he couldn't help but express the worries in his heart.
"Master, the little woman has her own measure, rest assured!" the woman in white glanced at the gray-faced old monk confidently and nodded.
The reason why she is so confident is out of trust in her master, but also out of trust in the people of the valley, and even more out of trust in the people she likes. However, I couldn't help but be slightly apprehensive, for fear that the situation would develop beyond my expectations.
"Hehe, it's disrespectful to you to fight alone, but it seems that it would be unethical for us to beat any of you in a group. The woman in the white dress said with a smile, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up to show a little cunning.
Ji Wuwu was puzzled for a while, and she didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of this little girl in front of her.
However, Ji Wuwu is not an idle person, his own martial arts have reached the pinnacle of extreme heights, and the Green Shadow Sword and his own martial arts are as natural as a tiger. No matter what master he encountered, he didn't take it very seriously in his heart, and it seemed that he had never been afraid in his consciousness.
At this time, the eyes of the carefree people were erratic for a while, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he was a little disdainful.
"What about that girl, let's just say it!" Ji Wuwu's face was stunned, and he sneered nonchalantly.
Bai Lingqiao's face was slightly red, and she seemed a little embarrassed to go on. However, she is not a small jasper herself, and after a short period of adjustment, she once again calmly faced this qiē, as if it were all taken for granted.
Uncle Ji said so, and the little woman didn't sell it. Bai Ling glanced at the gray-faced old monk and the child-faced old dao beside him, and said with a chuckle: "We will compete three times here. We choose three schools, namely the Buddha Yuan School, the Daoxu School and the Easy School. And Guigu sent three masters to fight. However, as the number one faction in martial arts, you can only win against us people in the world. The contest must not hurt xìng's life, otherwise it will be considered a loss. ”
"Haha, you little girl is pretty pretty jīng. Ji looked at the carefree people invisibly, his eyes were still cold, but there was a taste of appreciation.
"It's okay, it's been a long time since one person has fought dozens of people, isn't it the fourth brother?" The people looked at the people of all factions with disdain, and the arrogant momentum made the people around them feel a huge shock in their hearts.
The carefree man pondered for a while, as soon as the hour passed, the sky ion was almost coming, and he was not afraid of no reinforcements, so he was not worried that he would not be sure to win the three games.
When he was a young man, he was also frivolous. Twenty years ago, he went to the rivers and lakes alone, coming and going at ease, and he had never met any opponents. At that time, he did things completely by preference, often drinking and boating, and he looked completely at ease. Later, people passed it around, and finally gave him the name of "Xiaoyao Sanren", and even now few people know who his surname is.
However, although he is still a little frivolous, he is much more mature.
"Now that you have a plan, I don't know if you want to beat us alone, or fight alone?"
The heads of the three sects and seven factions looked at each other, and it seemed that today's matter was not only related to the life and death of the disciples of their own sect, but also related to the reputation of the martial arts and the honor and disgrace of their own family.
The young disciples of the various sects did not know the depth and shallowness of the leap and leap yù to try, and there were even disciples who did not know what to do, and they took a step forward and raised their hands to signal the battle against the demons, but it caused the masters of each sect to severely reprimand, so they had to stand back in the back row.
And the hundred disciples in the valley camp all seemed to be well-trained, and they never said a word, as if they were not shaken by the more than three hundred people in front of them at all.
In contrast, the disciples of the three sects and seven sects temporarily gathered here like scattered sand. Although an alliance has been formed at this time, it is usually used to fighting openly and secretly, and it is also the time to win glory for the teacher, how can it cooperate like the other party, and there is no personal honor and disgrace at all.
Thinking of this, the heads of the three sects and seven factions couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat. Even if the group fights with a large number of people, it may gain the upper hand for a while, but whether it can win has become unknown, and it is not impossible to even let the opponent win more with less. If you die, you will be ruined, and if you lose, you will lose face. For them, who have always regarded reputation as their own life, can they not be nervous?
Thinking of this, the heads of the three sects and seven factions couldn't help but glance at the girl in the white dress a few more times, and they were all amazed by her wisdom in predicting the enemy.
The woman in the white dress looked back and smiled softly as a sign of respect. However, in the eyes of several young disciples of the Three Sects and Seven Sects, it was like a chūn wind passing by, and their hearts were relaxed and happy for a while. More than ten hot eyes went straight to the girl, and they wanted to melt her.
A trace of embarrassment flashed on the girl's face, and she said solemnly: "Since the two uncles have no opinion, we will draw the land as a boundary, and if we step out of the boundary, we will lose, how about it?"
"What do you say!" Ji Wuwu held the green shadow sword, playing non-stop carelessly.
For more than 20 years, since his first shot, I don't know how many people have become the soul of his sword. An invisible evil aura faintly wandered in the green shadow sword, and the original emerald sword body would be inexplicably wrapped with a layer of light gray light and shadow when Ji invisibly produced killing intent. Obviously, at this time, Ji Wuwu had already had a little murderous intention, and he did not endure.
The men of both camps stepped back in tacit agreement, leaving a space about a hundred paces wide in the middle of the clearing.
Ji invisibly waved the sword shadow, and four emerald green sword shadows flew by, and the four sword marks appeared in the large open space.
"There's Uncle Laoji!" Bai Ling bowed, his eyes rolling with a hint of consternation.
Bai Ling never thought that she only saw that the other party's sword could actually draw four sword marks. This was obviously transformed by sword qi, but he didn't see the slightest clue in how the other party made a move. How can this make her not surprised, the other party's martial arts are simply beyond her expectations.
"Fifth brother, let me practice in the first game, you can sweep the formation for me on the side!" Ji Wufu slowly stepped forward and stepped into the battle circle, raising his eyes to look at the people in the opposing camp, with a look of expectation.
He had a thought, but he wanted to see who would be sent to fight among the three factions, there were not many people in the martial arts today who could take his one and a half moves, and the people in the other camp didn't seem to have anyone who could be of great use.
When Ji was thinking a lot, a child-faced old Taoist in the opposing camp stepped out, and two men dressed as Taoist priests followed closely behind.
"Wuchen??Twenty years ago, it was very painful to fight with you, and the battle with the head of your faction at that time was indistinguishable. I can't imagine that twenty years later, I can once again receive the noble tricks of the noble sect, it is really in vain to give up back then!" Ji Wuwu seemed to remember something, and stood motionless.
"Your Excellency's name is ruthless, and you can't imagine it, but you are also very nostalgic for the old! Tong Yan Lao Dao looked up at the sky, and also recalled the scene he saw back then.
Wuchenzi remembered that when Shizun was sixty years old, he was only seventeen or eighteen years old at the time, but Ji Wuwu actually used a long sword to fight with the Xuyun Dao people on the list of the top ten masters of martial arts at that time without revealing defeat. After a hundred moves, the two looked at each other and laughed, abandoned their swords, and became friends!
At that time, Wuchenzi had to treat him with the courtesy of his predecessors in front of Ji Wutang, so now when he meets Ji Wuwu again, he is also used to thinking of himself as a junior.