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Ji Wufu hurriedly kicked out a kick to force the Qingfeng Monk back, but unexpectedly hit the Qingfeng Monk in the chest.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, and the Qingfeng Monk was kicked back a few steps, not knowing how to dodge at all.

After kicking it, Ji Wuwu didn't look at the result carefully, and his figure moved and leaped towards the loose people.

The disciples of the valley hurriedly jumped out and caught the loose scattered people who were flying upside down. The blood from the casual corner kept spilling out, and he was already injured.

People on both sides were stunned, in disbelief at what was happening in front of them. And the Qingfeng Monk was in front of them, how could they let go of this great opportunity, and they all raised their weapons and beckoned to the Qingfeng Monk.

"Stop!" shouted like a slap in the face, causing everyone's hearts to shake, and the movements in their hands were slowed down.

As the cheers came, a masked young man leaped out of the crowd with a jade flute in his hand. He turned around and stood still, scanning Ji Wuwu and the seriously injured Xiaoyao Sanren with yīn cold gaze, and the cold murderous aura of yīn was scattered.

When they saw the comer, the people of all factions hurriedly took two steps back, stood with their hands tied, and saluted respectfully. The masked youth only responded with a one-handed wave.

"What did you do to Qingfeng?" Ji glanced at the masked young man with disdain, and unconsciously clenched the turquoise long sword in his hand a little.

Ji Wuwu took a step forward with the extreme operation of his whole body power, no longer hiding the killing intent in his heart, and the green light on the long sword in his hand also shone a lot. This is an intense and incomparable outburst of killing intent, a kind of emotional catharsis.

The masked youth's eyelids jumped, as if he was a little surprised. But he quickly recovered: "Haha, do you think I will sue you?"

The masked young man took a step back, holding the jade flute to his lips, and a strange melody came out.

In the music, there is a faint hint of ghost crying wolf howl, which is extremely strange and unpredictable.

As the music sounded, the Qingfeng monk also moved, and he reached into his arms and pulled out the "Ugin Iron Fan" that shimmered with ghostly light. I saw that he flicked his wrist and pointed forward, and a green mang flew out, and then his feet slid towards Ji Wuwu and attacked directly.

"Despicable villain!" Ji Wufu spat out disdainful words, although he was reluctant, he had to face the Qingfeng monk.

Qingfeng Jushi has been charged with his mind, and the distinction between enemy and friend has been reversed. However, after all, he was a brother for decades, so he was killed under the sword, and Ji asked himself invisibly that he couldn't hurt the killer, and he was forced to retreat again and again.

He forcibly lifted his breath to suppress the internal breath in his body, and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with a swing of his sleeve.

He took a step forward, wanting to step forward to help Ji Wuwu, but his heart was weak, only to see that his body shook and almost collapsed.

He endured the pain and regained his footing, raised his eyes and stared at the two brothers who were fighting together, and there was a mixture of feelings in his heart.

The Ugin Iron Fan and the Green Shadow Sword were unusual, and when they collided together, the surrounding air currents also trembled.

I saw that the black light of the black gold iron fan continued to burst out, mixed with the dark light of the iron fan itself, which was even more weird.

And the turquoise light and shadow on the Green Shadow Sword were still verdant, dragging a long arc through the void, and it was stalemate for a while.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already fought more than a hundred moves, and they were constantly changing their attack directions as fast as the wind and thunder.

Qingfeng Layman's mind was empty, like a walking corpse, he was attacking Ji invisibly, looking like he was going to die.

Where does Ji Wu want to do this kind of thing that the enemy is happy to kiss and the pain is painful, he suddenly sped up the movement of his hand, and the long sword dragged up more and more green arcs.

However, the Ugin Iron Fan was entangled little by little by these green lights and shadows, and the movements of the Qingfeng Monk gradually became clumsy at this time.

Ji Wuwu held the sword and pulled it backwards, and the black gold iron fan flew out of his hand and floated into the crowd of people in the valley.

When the iron fan flew in, a fair-skinned young man covered in blood jumped out at the right time to catch it, and immediately retreated into his own camp.

This qiē is done in one breath and one breath, and even before some people can react, one qiē has already happened.

The Qingfeng monk who lost the iron fan moved his wrist and pointed out like the wind, and countless green mangs flew out.

However, when these green mangs were stirred up in front of Ji Wuyan, they were all swept away by the green light and shadow differentiated from the sword, and they did not play the slightest role.

Ji Wuwu's hand did not stop at all, and the green shadow sword still kept scratching. The green silk kept bursting out, like four nets towards the front cover.

Qingfeng Jushi had to move with the sound under the control of the sound of the flute, and he had no intention of avoiding it at all, and he let the silk mesh cover come and remain unchanged.

Suddenly, Ji Wujian's eyebrows raised, and the movements in his hands suddenly changed. The long sword no longer pulled, and the green silk on the sword also collapsed. He stabbed at the masked young man as fast as thunder, and the sharp edge of his sword brought a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

The sudden attack caught the masked young man off guard, and even if he immediately jumped backwards, it was too late, and he had to raise the jade flute to block the stabbing Green Shadow Sword.

Qingfeng Jushi, who had lost his Xiao sound control, stood on the spot, his hands hanging down and not moving, his eyes still empty.

"Dang!" the jade flute and the sword touched in mid-air, bursting out with a crisp sound, crisp and terrifying.

Ji did not change his face, and the offensive on the sword did not change at all. He kept changing his tactics and attacking, not giving the masked young man a chance to blow the jade flute again.

Suddenly, Ji invisibly attacked several moves and forced the masked youth back a few steps. He raised his foot and kicked it backwards, using his dexterity to kick the confused Breeze Monk into the valley camp.

After Ji Wufu turned his head and shouted, "Tie him up", he turned his attention back to the masked young man again.

However, at this moment of distraction, the masked young man jumped backwards with the jade flute in his hand, and was about to blow the jade flute again.

How could Ji Wuwu let him succeed so lightly. I saw him stabbing out with a long sword in his hand, and he himself chased forward like a shadow.

The fair-skinned young man in the valley camp did not dare to slack off, and landed the oncoming Qingfeng monk on the ground, and pulled out his belt to tie his hands neatly.

A few people beside him also untied their belts in the same way, and after tying them together, they tied them tightly around the Qingfeng Layman.

Ji Wufu, who was fighting on the field, and the masked young man were inseparable. At this time, both of them were extremely stunned, both were impressed by each other's martial arts, and meeting their opponents in chess was the most exciting thing.

For a moment, the world seemed to be left with only the long sword with a fluttering green shadow and the flawless jade flute flying in a staggered manner.

In addition to changing moves, both of them will incorporate their best moves. The masked young man threw a punch from time to time, and the punch was strong and extremely cold, making Ji invisible, and he didn't dare to take it hard. And Ji Wufu's kicks from time to time also surprised the masked young man, and he couldn't imagine where his next kick would come from.

Ji's invisible long sword was still drawn, and the trace of green silk was the most awkward for the masked youth. And the masked young man's jade flute seemed to contain a demonic ghost crying wolf howl, which made Ji Wuwu a little uneasy. Both of them have gaps in each other, but neither can outcompete the other.

In this kind of war, the energy of both sides is overflowing, and even a few masters can't intervene. Even if someone with similar martial arts intervenes, it is very likely that they will be accidentally injured by the two sides of the fight.

Ji Wufu and the masked young man continued to fight for more than a hundred moves, but they still couldn't tell the winner, and they actually formed a stalemate.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a jǐng chirp, rapid and sharp.

The masked youth's eyelids jumped, which was clearly a signal of retreat within the alliance.

The masked young man was a little unwilling but had to follow, he held the jade flute and pointed it out continuously, and the extremely fast Dong Xiao phantom forced Ji Wufu to retreat a few steps.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the masked young man easily jumped out of Ji's invisible dangerous attack range.

The masked young man was on guard against Ji's invisible fierce counterattack, and at the same time commanded loudly: "That's it for today, let's retreat!"