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Cheng Buxian tried his best to balance his qi and blood, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the gray-clothed man, knowing that he would not feel good at the moment, otherwise he should continue to attack.

Seeing a mysterious helper, the three of Taogen Immortal, Peach Dry Immortal, and Peach Fruit Immortal couldn't help but be stunned slightly, and then looked at each other, not knowing why.

When they reacted, they were about to attack Cheng Bu Worry, and when they saw that Cheng Bu was not worried, he had already come back to his senses, his left palm was tucked into his waist, and his right hand was raised with a long sword, and he designated the man in gray from afar......

The man in gray also slowly raised his palms, moved slowly under his feet, and his hands were like fists, crossed in front of his chest, ready to go.

The surrounding Quanzhen disciples surrounded them, and dozens of long swords shone coldly, covering the three Taogen Immortals from afar, so as not to worry about them besieging the gray-clothed man.

"Humph......"

Cheng Buxian had a ruthless look in his eyes, and took the lead in attacking, and the long sword stabbed the gray-clothed man's heart like lightning. The gray-clothed man slapped his sword body obliquely with his left palm, cut his right palm to Cheng Bu's wrist, and cut the gray-clothed man's forearm with a side sword......

The two of them fought fast, exchanging several moves in an instant, their bodies moved and flipped, the sword light and palm shadows overlapped, and the strong wind whistled and drummed.

Although the surrounding Quanzhen disciples couldn't see clearly, they only felt that the martial arts of Uncle Cheng and the gray-clothed man were terrifying and terrifying, even if the six immortals of Peach Valley had to admit that even if they rushed over, they couldn't intervene!

Bang......

The loud sound of the two palms clashing was deafening, the strong wind exploded, and the two of them were like being hit by electricity, and they all slowed down.

Cheng Buxian forcibly suppressed the blood that surged up his throat, and his left palm and right sword were swift and unabated, interspersed with rapid attacks.

The situation in the gray-clothed man's body is also not good, and he knows that if he continues to fight, it will inevitably be a lose-lose situation, so he immediately returned two tricks. and Cheng Bu worry lightning three palms.

Bang, bang, poof!

The gray-clothed man in the third palm did not touch it hard, but used his strength to float back two feet, and shouted at the six immortals of Peach Valley, "The wind is tight, and the ...... is blowing."

"Hmph...... Where to go?" Cheng Bu chased two steps, swung his sword again, and covered the acupoints around the gray-clothed man.

The man in gray had to wave his hands again.

The six immortals of Peach Valley exchanged glances at each other. Qi Qi made a move to force away the surrounding Quanzhen disciples, jumped up without hesitation, and in order to prevent being sniped by the crossbowmen again, they picked the dense canopy and swept away.

Cheng Bu is not worried about this, although he is unwilling, but he is helpless.

I only felt that the gray-clothed man in front of him was a rare master in the world, and it was inferior to Feng Buping, who had practiced Zixia's magic skills. In such a fierce fight, Cheng Buwu was powerless to be distracted at all.

After a while, it was estimated that the six immortals of Peach Valley had fled far away, and the man in gray immediately wanted to retreat. But how can you be willing to succeed?

Bang, bang......

Fighting hard again, the blood was boiling, Cheng Buxian could no longer suppress the injury, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his face was red and hot.

The surrounding Quanzhen disciples were shocked, they all knew that this was a serious internal injury, but the gray-clothed man was not abnormal on the surface, could it be ......

Only Cheng Bu, who is close to the man in gray, can see it clearly. The gray man was covered with black cloth, and the mouth and nose were darkened a little. It was clearly not lightly injured.

Sure enough, after a few more moves, the man in gray became more and more eager to get out, attacked several palms in one breath, and retreated without worry, so he suddenly stood up. Plunging headlong into the dense canopy......

Cheng Bu snorted coldly, poured his right arm with anger, stepped on the chain, gathered enough strength, and shot out with a sword in his right hand.

But the cold flashed. At a glance, the tip of the sword reached a foot behind the gray-clothed man......

The gray-clothed man had expected that Cheng Buxian would not let himself go calmly, so he immediately slapped the sword body back to the side like lightning, and let his body slam into the crown crookedly.

Syllable...... Laugh at!

At the touch of his palm, the face of the gray-clothed man changed, and the long swordsman slammed his palm, but it did not break or fall, but slightly deviated from the direction, brushed past his side, and flew with blood......

It turned out that the long sword was not only coming quickly, but also contained extremely exquisite power. It seems to shoot straight forward, which is not unusual, but in fact, the long sword trembles slightly, and it is easy to unload the side impact, and the strength inside is divided into two parts, one bright and one dark......

The gray-clothed man hurriedly took out his palm, only dissipating the vigorous internal energy on the bright side, while the other yin and ruthless force was still there, so he did not completely slap the long sword......

At this time, the ruthless internal energy invaded his meridians from the wound, wanting to wreak havoc!

Crash......

The man in gray rushed into the huge canopy of trees, and then pierced through the other side, his body flickering left and right, avoiding the lock of the crossbowman, and quickly fleeing while luck expelled the internal strength of the wound......

Only shouted from afar, "Flying Dragons from the Sky...... Grow up as a good way to ...... I will pay it back in the future!"

Cheng Buxian snorted coldly when he heard this, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his bloody mouth, but he did not pursue.

The Flying Dragon just now is a Qi Sect stunt killing move, although the power is difficult, but it also consumes extremely internal strength, and Cheng Bu is not worried that at this time, a mouthful of internal breath has not completely eased up.

A moment later, I heard a crackling sound in the direction where the gray-clothed man fled, and a cloud of smoke rose from the forest, startling the birds and finches in the radius to flee......

"Hehe...... "Cheng Bu looked worried, "In the end, someone is better!"

In an instant, a group of more than 30 people rushed over, each dressed in grass yellow camouflage uniforms, carrying broken fire ......

The sturdy young man led by Cheng Buxian was shocked when he saw the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and said with concern: "Uncle Cheng, are you injured?"

Cheng Buxian grabbed his arm and couldn't wait to ask, "Fan'er...... Did the musketeers ever hit that turtle* son?"

Luo Fan nodded and said, "Hit three bullets...... Two flicks on the side shoulders and one flick on the thigh!

It's a pity that the man's internal protection skills are too high, and it seems that the bullet does not penetrate deep into the flesh, and he can still escape quickly!"

Cheng Buxian clapped his hands and said happily: "That's enough......

I fought hard with him for a long time, and I scratched him with a sword, you can take him by surprise and hurt him in three places, which is enough to be proud of!

Seeing that he still has the face to say, 'He will pay it back in the future'?"

"Haha...... Ahem!" Cheng Buwu laughed twice, his breath floated, internal injuries attacked, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Luo Fan hurriedly reached out to help him, but he waved his hand to stop, "No need......

I'm about the same as the man in gray, he can run with the strength to escape, can't I even stand on my feet?"

Luo Fan suggested: "Uncle Cheng...... Do you want mastiffs and falcons to stalk and kill?"

Cheng Buxian shook his head, "No need to ...... With those six weirdos answering, you juniors can't help him!"

Luo Fanqi said: "Could it be that Uncle Cheng recognized the identity of the man in gray?"

Cheng Bu said disdainfully: "Although I am not sure, I am also six or seven points sure!"

Seeing Luo Fan's eyes looking at him, as if he wanted to break the casserole and ask to the end, Cheng Buxian had to continue: "This guy was a big man in the Demon Sect more than ten years ago, and then he became a lost dog, I don't know where to hide......

On the rivers and lakes, I haven't heard from him for several years!

Now somehow, you still dare to come to our Quanzhen Sect to spread wild?

Hey, just his little bit?

Changing his master and letting me do it, it's almost ......"

Glancing at the surrounding situation, Cheng Buxian commanded again: "Fan'er...... I'll go back and heal first, and you'll take care of the aftermath!"

Luo Fan clenched his fists and took orders, and began to beckon the Quanzhen disciples to clean up the battlefield.

At the foot of Nanfeng Mountain, the unprecepted monk sandwiched Ling Hu Chong and Yu Ming for a long time, and he was really tired!

Originally, Yu Ming's martial arts were similar to him, and he still carried the burden of Linghu Chong, which can be described as asking for hardship. If it weren't for Yu Ming's scruples, for fear of hurting Ling Hu Chong, the monk would have been scratched by the Nine Yin Divine Claws.

Even so, Yu Ming also left four blood-red paw prints on his back, left shoulder, etc.!

Seeing that there was no hope of breaking through, the non-quitting monk hesitated slightly, and then used Linghu Chong as a humanoid weapon, waved it wildly, forced it away, and smashed it towards the Quanzhen disciples in the encirclement......

All the Quanzhen disciples were afraid of hurting Ling Hu Chong, and they didn't dare to raise their swords and stab straight without getting the order to kill without knowing it.

In his heart, Yu Ming didn't want all the disciples to be surrounded and killed together, of course, he wanted to give an order, so that the strong crossbow team and musket team B who were secretly ambushed would shoot the unquit monk into a sieve!

But he also thought that Yue Buqun deliberately let Ling Hu Chong learn swordsmanship with Feng Qingyang in Siguo Cliff, and he should have a plan, so he didn't dare to sacrifice Ling Hu Chong......

What's more, he was sure that Feng Qingyang must be secretly observing Ling Hu Chong's situation now, if he ordered to shoot the non-quit monk and Ling Hu Chong, he was afraid that Feng Qingyang would not be able to spare him!

After thinking about it, Yu Ming waved his hand to let the disciples let go of the encirclement, and let the undisciplined monk flee with Linghu Chong......

After a moment, Yu Ming's eyes flashed, and he put his little finger to his mouth and whistled sharply......

The two eagles hovering in the blue sky heard Ling chirp three times, and then firmly locked the figures of the undisciplined monk and Ling Hu Chong in the sky, tracking them...... (To be continued.) )