The two faced the eight [Zhenwu Seven Interception Formations] and fought hard for a long time, Ba Jinlun took the lead and couldn't stand it, his body was weak, and he was half-kneeling on the ground. It turned out that the true qi consumption in his body was too large, and even if there was a true qi supplement from Mo Yangui's body, it couldn't catch up with the speed of his own true qi consumption.

Mo Yangui took his hand and pulled it, but he couldn't pull him up, so he knew that Ba Jinlun had reached the limit. After all, Ba Jinlun's [Hehuan Jue] internal strength only flew to the sixth layer by leapt and forth with the power of double cultivation, and the transformation of true qi and the use of internal force are far from being fully understood.

Are you going to die here, Mo Yangui felt bitter in his heart, and his left arm was already sore. The Wudang faction attaches great importance to the practice of qi, although these Taoist priests have mediocre moves, they can't resist the internal strength of each of them, even if the two join forces to shoot dozens of swords, they are not lightly shocked.

Death is death, pull a few more cushions, Mo Yangui gritted his teeth, and was about to attack the group of [Zhenwu Seven Interception Formations] in front of him again, but he was violently pulled by Ba Jinlun.

I saw Ba Jinlun raise his face and grin, revealing two bloody front teeth, "Senior sister, these gang of bulls are too bullying, hundreds of people beat the two of us." Aren't there still one hundred and eighty brothers waiting to be prostitutes, and if you go back and call them, it will be regarded as revenge for me and Lao Wang. ”

Mo Yangui only felt a strong force coming from his right hand, and Ba Jinlun was continuously transporting the remaining true qi in his dantian into her body. When this true qi gradually dried up, she was thrown upwards by Ba Jinlun, and her body flew out like the two of them climbed the cliff that day. She was in the air, only to feel a lightness on her body, and her hand had been released.

Ba Jinlun rolled a donkey and rolled into the crowd, and the big golden wheel overturned several Taoist priests, although his moves were disorderly, but with a ruthlessness unique to the countryside.

"Meow a cat, smoke you stinky Taoist priests to death. He simply lay on the ground and cut people down three ways, one time to tear off the old Taoist's pants, and the other to dig out the crotch of the little Taoist.

Bang - Ba Jinlun slammed a fat Taoist priest in front of him with a peach blossom face, and smashed three or four of his fellow Daoists backwards in all directions, and the Taoist priests were immediately frightened by this deadly style of play and scattered in all directions.

In the center of the array, Ba Jinlun was dismantled, and blood flowed all over his face, like a mad tiger.

"Come on, come on, who else dares to come!" he licked the blood on his lips, hooked his fingers at the Taoist priests, and suddenly felt that his vest was tight, and it was already in Mo Yangui's hand.

"You're enough!" Mo Yangui threw him to the ground, looked up at the Wudang disciples around him, and said coldly, "My man, if you want to die, you have to die in my hands!"

With that, Mo Yan tore off two rags from the corners of his clothes and stuffed them into his ears.

Ba Jinlun lay on the ground, watching the mountains of Wudang disciples all surround him, everyone was shouting, but there was silence in his ears, and he couldn't hear what the Taoist priests were shouting.

Under the moonlight, Mo Yangui's long skirt flew, his hands were held high above the top, the backs of his hands were close to each other, and eight small flower bells were revealed between his ten fingers. Then, her waist twisted slowly and rhythmically, her smooth legs swirled to the beat, the purple hem swayed with her movements, and the eight flower bells trembled with it.

With the fluttering of the flower bell, a silent wave spread in all directions. The Wudang disciples present were from near and far, first their faces were red, their eyes were scattered, they hugged each other in twos and threes, and made all kinds of unsightly actions, and then blood gushed out from their eyes, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.

In the line of sight, only the Wudang "Sanyun", who had the deepest skill, was still struggling to support, only to see Yun Xiang's eyes red, frightened and angry, and with a finger of the [True Martial Sword] in his hand, he shouted with enough internal strength:

"Bliss ** Bell! Demon Girl, you dare to use this kind of lewd and evil technique in this quiet Taoist place!"

Under Yun Xiang's angry shout, Mo Yangui's dancing figure froze, and he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

As her movements paused, the pressure on the Wudang disciples dropped sharply, and immediately some people struggled to stand up. Mo Yangui's eyes were cold, his hands trembled sharply, and the bell trembled rapidly.

In this way, she gritted her teeth and danced, blood gushing out of her mouth, and the purple placket was dyed red in an instant, clinging to her towering chest.

Ba Jinlun was horrified in his heart, how could he look at her and always have a tendency to self-destruct, this broken bell is clearly a thing that ends up with the enemy and me!

Seeing that Mo Yangui's face was getting paler and paler, he didn't care about it, and as soon as he jumped behind Mo Yangui, he wanted to convey Hehuan's true qi into her body.

Mo Yangui sped up the frequency of dancing in an instant, and her long hair fluttered out with her rapid rotation, like a blooming black lotus. The flower bell in her hand rang loudly, and even the rags in Ba Jinlun's ears faintly showed signs of being unstoppable.

Bang Dang - [True Martial Sword] fell from Yun Xiang's hand, and Wudang "Sanyun" finally couldn't bear it anymore and sat down on the ground.

"Senior sister, okay, stop, let's not jump here, go back and jump for me alone. He grabbed Mo Yangui's limp waist with a crying voice, and her whole body had become a bloody person.

At this time, more than 100 Taoist priests were paralyzed on the ground, and the three old Taoists all had their eyes closed, and their faces were uncertain, as if they were fighting fiercely with their hallucinations.

But on the periphery, there are still hundreds of Taoist priests coming in a steady stream, although they have lost the command of the elders of the sect, but the well-trained Wudang disciples either help their fellow disciples, or form their own formations, and gradually become a circle again.

Meow a mi, the bull noses are going to kill the rhythm!

Ba Jinlun tore off the rags in his ears, grabbed Mo Yangui with one hand, took the flower bell in her hand with the other, followed her example, pinched the flower bell between his fingers, held it high above his head, and danced.

Ding-bell bell, bell, flower bell again, and the Wudang disciples who were about to close the siege were so frightened that they all took half a step back. But after a while, they seemed to realize that the bell had no effect on them, and they dared to surround them.

Ba Jinlun was a little puzzled, I rubbed it, is my posture wrong, master?

While trying to recall Fang Cai's movements, he twisted his hips and hips vigorously, and this dance was almost twisted to the limit of a man.

I only heard a pop, and his crotch burst open with the sharp swing of his hips, and the momentum of the whole person was also discharged.

The ...... of the Malegobi Ba Jinlun was so angry that he smashed the flower bell in his hand towards the Taoist priests, this [Bliss ** Bell] clearly refers not to the bell itself, but to the unique dance inspired by Mo Yangui's internal strength, which has such a bone-eroding ** effect.

"Let's go......" The senior sister in her arms closed her eyes tightly, and gently spit out two words from her lips without blood.

He hurriedly took advantage of the fact that the Taoist priests were still in doubt, and rushed towards the sparsely populated place.

........................

Wudang back mountain.

Ba Jinlun hugged Mo Yangui in his arms and looked across the bridge from the Wudang disciples.

A cliff separated them from the chasing Wudang disciples, connected only by a narrow wooden suspension bridge. The place where they are is the only road to the mountain behind Wudang Mountain.

Ba Jinlun put the big golden wheel on the rope of the suspension bridge, and on the opposite side of the suspension bridge, Yunxiang's old bull's nose roared angrily at him:

"Bold demon, dare to trespass on the forbidden land behind my Wudang Mountain, and don't you come out quickly?"

"Old Niubi, if you have the guts, come and catch the master, and if you don't have the guts, go back to your Jingle Palace!"

Yun Xiang and the other two Yun Zi juniors seemed to be arguing, and there was a faint sound of intermittent words wafting in the wind.

"Teach real people...... Retreat ......"

"Senior brother, don't ...... The forbidden land in the back mountain is not ...... Master...... Not ......"

"It's so far...... How can it ...... It's too conformist......"

The three of them were arguing, and suddenly saw a person rushing over, and shouted: "Three real people, it's not good, Uncle Yunxin was stunned, and the king ordered the disciples...... That's gone!"

Yun Xiang turned around and left when he heard this, and most of the hundreds of Taoist priests on the opposite side were scattered, and only more than a dozen Wudang disciples were holding the other end of the suspension bridge, but they did not dare to cross the thunder pond for half a step.

Ba Jinlun spat at the Taoist priests fiercely, picked up Mo Yangui, turned around and walked towards the depths of the back mountain.