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Ali Hai came out with both palms, slapped the left rib of the white jade flute obliquely with his right palm, and the palm of the left palm turned to the right, cutting directly into the elbow socket of the right arm of the white jade flute. Although the momentum of the two-palm attack is not fast, the power is amazing.

At this time, there was only one layer of Bai Yuxiao's internal strength left, but it was still more than wrong to defeat Alihai.

Bai Yuxiao only felt that as soon as his palms came out, the palm power came to him, and at this moment, Wuying saw the flaws in these palms.

The left hand turned into a fist, from the left chest to the next square, the wrist was slightly bent upward, and the two fingers were pointed at Shu Hetian's right shoulder. Gently swipe the right palm to the left, block Alihai's left elbow, palm outward, and pat Alihai's lower abdomen.

Ali Hai saw that he had been restrained in the blink of an eye, and with that palm and finger, no matter what move he made, it was too late, no matter how he made a move, he couldn't crack it, so he simply didn't make a move.

If you make a move, you will definitely lose.

If you don't make a move, you may not be defeated.

There are no tricks to win.

He only did one movement, one that everyone would do, and everyone didn't believe he would do.

His body retreated straight back, and the posture of retreat was very strange, and his feet did not leave the ground, as if the soles of his feet were smeared with oil, as if they were sliding backwards.

He slid backwards, and Bai Yuxiao rushed forward.

He slid backwards extremely quickly, and Bai Yuxiao rushed forward extremely quickly.

The wind is whistling in my ears.

No matter how he slipped backwards, no matter how Bai Yuxiao rushed forward, he didn't slip an inch, and Bai Yuxiao didn't catch up an inch.

The distance between the two is always one inch.

It's like a partner who has been working together for many years, just right.

A moment later.

Alihai's body shape has changed slightly. He slid abruptly to the bottom left and then to the bottom. Then he paused and waited with a smile on his face.

After two slides, the white jade flute has been thrown away from a zhang. It all depends on the most common and least common light work.

We all know that it is light work, and it is common.

But I don't know what kind of light work it is, and it's not common.

Light power is not any move, it is just a reliance when dodging.

Bai Yuxiao didn't accept Ali Hai and waited for his love. He also stopped, just a foot away from Shu Hetian. Because he found that his internal strength had been reduced to a single point, if he continued to chase it, I am afraid that the exhaustion of his internal strength would not hurt Ali Hai at all.

The moves in my heart changed a lot, and I finally stopped after retreating and chasing. His brow furrowed deeply, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a miserable scream.

Bai Yuxiao looked sideways, and it was actually sent by Yiyuan Dao Chang.

Daoist Yiyuan's face turned pale, his left arm was slashed by a sword, and the blood flowed, making him clench his teeth in pain. The dust in his right hand was like a sword, piercing through his chest.

The cold-faced man's eyes were red, staring at the dust that had sunk into his chest, and his expression was indescribably eerie.

With a pop, Yi Yuandao's long body fell to the ground weakly, and the dust was pulled out of the cold-faced man's body, and the cold-faced man's blood gushed like a spring, his eyes were eclipsed, and he fell to the ground on the spot and passed out.

Ever since the six sword flowers of the three people of the Iron Sword Gate were stabbed out, the brown-robed man has been trapped in the sword formation. The moves of the three people were uncertain, the docking was perfect, there was no gap, the brown-robed man shook his body, turned into a shadow clone, turned into six people, and faced the six sword flowers, never breaking a gap.

The Iron Sword Gate is indeed not in vain. Shi Qinchuan saw that he had already trapped the brown-robed man, and at the moment he just wanted to make another sharp move, and take the life of the brown-robed man in one go. So the three of them glanced at each other and quickly changed their sword formations.

The brown-robed man couldn't break through it for a long time, and when he saw the cold-faced man fall to the ground, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and he was shocked, and even made several moves to transport the 'Tiangang Phantom', one to protect himself, and the other to consume the enemy's true strength.

Sure enough, after a short time, he felt that his true qi was becoming more and more abundant, and the sword formation of the Iron Sword Sect people weakened sharply.

The brown-robed man took advantage of the situation with one arm and one arm, and the strength of his body was like a stormy wave, unstoppable, and rushed outward. Suddenly, the figures flew and the long swords were broken.

Two extremely majestic stone lions stood at the vermilion lacquer gate. Inside the gate is a wide courtyard, and at the back of the courtyard is a wide hall, in the middle of which is a large chair, on which sits a middle-aged man dressed in clothes.

This man is slightly chubby, with gray hair, about fifty or so. He sat on the wide pear blossom wooden chair, leaned back slightly, and looked at Huo Poyuan, Huo Qingqing and Zhang Sanfeng in front of him with bright eyes.

"How is Vice Admiral Jiao?"

"General Hui, his subordinates saw that twenty black shadows swept up the city wall and there was no trace of them, although Deputy General Jiao and others were on the city wall, they all stood still, and their lives and deaths were uncertain at present. ”

"It seems that there are quite a few black-clothed dead soldiers from Boyan. How's it going?"

"The black-clothed dead man acted arrogantly, forcibly occupied the table of Xue Wantong of the Divine Fist Gate, and used wine to make a strong man, and almost killed him, which made the martial arts high-rollers deeply dissatisfied. Yan Zhengbei of the Pingyang Dart Bureau in Hebei Province went to the north, and under the accidental hit, the identity of Boyan's minions was revealed. When the child left, Yue Laixiang was in a scuffle. ”

The man stood up slowly, and people could see at a glance that his face was full of red light, and he was in good spirits, and he had the demeanor of a general.

"Although Fuzhou City is not a famous capital, it cannot be negligent in control, let alone allow Mengyuan's lackeys to make trouble in the city. Since I, Lu Xiufu, have been in control of Fuzhou City for one day, I have the responsibility to ensure peace everywhere. ”

Lu Xiufu turned around and asked:

"You said that all the martial arts characters of 'Yue Lai Xiang' were poisoned, what kind of poison is that?"

Zhang Sanfeng replied: "The child heard that this poison is called 'tasteless powder', colorless and tasteless, and the poisoner's internal strength is gradually lost, and the more anxious he is, the faster the internal force will be lost." ”

Lu Xiufu snorted: "It's a tasteless dispersion, and I don't know it." ”

Huo Qingqing on the side continued: "General, since that tasteless powder is colorless and tasteless, it will definitely not let people know where it is hidden, nor can it be sure whether it has been released, let's go to suppress the chaos, won't we also be poisoned?"

Lu Xiufu frowned and said, "This is also true, it is definitely not a good strategy to go rashly." Po Yuan, what do you think?"

Huo Poyuan took a step forward, walked in front of Lu Xiufu, and said, "The affairs of the rivers and lakes will be solved by the people of the rivers and lakes." The general was ordered by the imperial court to take the rejuvenation of the country as his own responsibility, although this time it was Boyan's subordinates who entered, it was not appropriate to alarm the people in the city, so as not to cause panic. ”

Lu Xiufu nodded, and his eyes turned to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Zhang Daochang, what do you think?"

Zhang Sanfeng said: "General, what Brother Huo said, I also agree, although the Yuan army is besieging Lin'an at the moment, but if we are under martial law in the whole city, the defenders in the city will think that the Yuan army is coming, it is a commotion in the city, but it is not good." ”

Lu Xiufu nodded and said: "So I secretly sent Deputy General Jiao to bring dozens of elite soldiers and strong generals to Yuelai Xiang, but I am afraid that Boyan's black-clothed dead soldiers are strong in martial arts and can't cope with it." ”

Huo Qingqing said: "Don't worry, general, the three of us will go to help them." ”

Lu Xiufu said with a smile: "There are three top masters in the rivers and lakes, and those black-clothed dead soldiers are not ready to be caught. ”

Seeing the three of them go out, he nodded to himself again, turned around and sat on the pear blossom wooden chair.

He poured a full cup of tea, but did not drink it immediately, but picked up the teacup and sniffed it on the tip of his nose for a while, and then slowly brought it to his mouth, took a small sip, frowned, and swallowed slowly.

Nearly 100 men in strong suits rushed on the street, their steps were neat, all wearing steel knives at their waists, and the leader was wearing armor, holding a long sword with a cyan scabbard in his right hand, running at great speed, and his cloak fluttered in the wind. When the people on both sides saw the menacing, they avoided it one after another, and they were talking on the side, but they couldn't hear what was being said. If you are daring, follow it and want to see a lively scene.

When I arrived at the door of Yuelaixiang, I didn't stop, I saw the leader, with a wave of his hand, everyone followed and went straight in.

After the brown-robed man shook the three of them from the Iron Sword Gate, he was as happy as seeing the rising sun after a long rain.

Just as he was about to recuperate, he glanced at the white-robed man and retreated one after another, while Yan Zhengbei and Bailihong were like two crazy leopards desperately rounding up the white-robed man. At the moment, he didn't care about conditioning, and his body was together, and he swept straight to the white-robed man's side.

"It's you, Qi Zhiran, what are you doing?"

"Hmph, Lizhan Meng, do you think I want to come? If it weren't for you like this, I would have rested on the side. ”

"Well, since you're here, I'll slaughter these two mad dogs with me, owe you a favor, and I'll pay you back. ”

The two people who spoke were the white-robed and the brown-robed people, that is, Lizhan Meng and Qi Zhiran. The blue-robed man is called Qin Lankong, the brown-robed man is called Guan Hengyang, Lizhan Meng and these three people are the four monsters of Liaodong, and their qualifications and martial arts are naturally profound, and they were invited out of the mountain by Boyan to deal with the martial arts righteous warriors who resisted the Yuan.

This time, all four of them were dispatched, and each had a strong enemy, Qi Zhiran won in one battle, and Li Zhanmeng not only did not win, but was chased helpless and embarrassed. No matter what, his face is a little unglamorous, and he is very proud of his martial arts, and he is very reluctant to come to Qi Zhiran to help, but if he doesn't have Qi Zhiran's help now, I'm afraid he will really become the prey of Yan Zhengbei and Bailihong, maybe it's still a dead prey.

Even though there are a hundred in my heart, and a thousand are unwilling, I have to say yes.

As soon as Qi Zhiran mentioned his true qi, he actually cast the "Phantom of Tiangang" again, but this time the purpose was not to protect himself, but to attack the enemy.

The fist wind whirred, each palm was pressed down like a black cloud, and every punch smashed straight over like a sledgehammer.

Yan Zhengbei and Baili Hong shot very much the same at this time, and it was still the silver wall of light --- blue waves. Baili Hong's single palm was placed on Yan Zhengbei's back, and his own true qi was poured into Yan Zhengbei's palm, and the silver wall of light became more and more victorious, and the wall of light was like water, rippling in a circle, facing the "Phantom of Tiangang" and the fist wind of Lizhan Meng.

You must know that in this kind of life-and-death battle, one move can determine the winner or loser, and only by playing your own move to the strongest can you defeat your opponent. The previous battle had caused Yan Zhengbei and Baili Hong to quickly lose a lot of true qi, and only by gathering their remaining true qi together could they use the higher power of the "Blue Wave Palm".

There was a loud bang, and as soon as the palm wind and fist wind touched the light wall, a dazzling silver light burst out, and the light spread to both sides, and before they could reach their bodies, they flew backwards backwards, followed by four heavy muffled sounds.

Yan Zhengbei, Baili Hong's true power was exhausted, and Fang was injured by the strength again, and after landing on the ground, he vomited blood in his mouth, his eyes were full of golden flowers, and he lay on the ground and couldn't move for a while.

The two faces that should have been blood-colored were not at all at this moment, not only did they not have them, but they became white, whiter than paper. The white face suddenly distorted and became extremely asymmetrical, and the two pairs of eyes were also extraordinarily energetic at this moment, and they opened round, as if they were looking at something. Gradually, the two of them began to shake, struggling to get up, but no matter how hard they tried, they only moved a little.

Wen Qing and Xue Wantong teamed up to attack Qin Lankong, and after he slapped a palm, he suddenly twisted his body, withdrew, and jumped straight in front of Yan Zhengbei. Yan Zhengbei only felt that it was dark in front of him, and two crisp sounds came into his ears.

When the darkness faded, he fixed his eyes and saw a man standing tall, shaking a folding fan with his left hand and his right hand behind him, his whole body like a big stump in front of him. Seeing that this person's back was extremely familiar, he quickly recognized that person in his heart, and there was no doubt that he was Wen Qing.

At a slight glance, I saw two steel knives lying under Wen Qing's feet, two steel knives broken from the middle.

Wen Qing turned around and helped Yan Zhengbei up, Yan Zhengbei looked at this delicate face, and thousands of warmth rose from his heart, and finally turned into a glimmer of light in his eyes, and cast it into Wen Qing's eyes.

Wen Qing suddenly felt as if she was in the bright sun, quiet and warm.

"Watch your back!" Yan Zhengbei shouted with his brows wide.

Wen Qing quickly turned around when he heard the sound, and a palm was unconsciously attached to his chest, and suddenly the blood in his chest churned, and he spit out blood in his mouthful.

When that palm was withdrawn, the blue true qi it was carrying also retreated, and the owner of the palm was none other than the blue-robed man --- Qin Lankong.

Qin Lankong did not finish with one palm, and the other palm fluttered out. Wen Qing was seriously injured and caught off guard, so he had to dodge again and again. In the blink of an eye, Qin Lankong had already made dozens of moves, and the move was fierce, cutting straight to the retreat. Wen Qing already has nowhere to dodge, if he doesn't fight back, he is afraid that the next move will be killed by Qin Lankong's palm.

He scurried to the right, closed the folding fan, and urged the true qi, the light around the folding fan flashed, and suddenly a sword emerged from the tip of the fan, and the blade stretched straight to fifteen inches.

This sword is so peculiar that even the most profound weapon masters in the world can't make it, because it has no real hilt, the only hilt is the folding fan itself, and there is no real blade, only a sword blade made by warmth and true power.

It was such a sword, in Wen Qing's hand, it was like a black iron steel cast, shining brightly, cutting straight towards Qin Lankong's neck.

Xue Wantong was in a hurry to change the divine fist, the fist wind was whirring, thousands of fist shadows directly attacked Qin Lankong, Wenqing Iron Fan swam with the palm momentum, Qin Lankong was surrounded by fist shadows and iron fans, turning attack into defense, the sleeves of the robe waved straight, thousands of robe shadows and true qi together, and the iron fan, the fist shadows were intertwined, the three of them shot extremely fast, and suddenly the three of them were blurred, mixed into a shadow, and from time to time from the shadow flashed light.

Wen Qing suddenly jumped behind Qin Lankong, slapped a palm force with his left palm, and the palm force struck out, hitting Qin Lankong's back, taking advantage of the situation, and swept backwards again, falling to the ground. Qin Lankong was attacked in front and back, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he jumped up and hit the air with his palm, only touching Qin Lankong's robe sleeves.

Xue Wantong saw Wen Qing suddenly swept to the ground, his heart was confused, and he didn't have time to think about it, the divine fist swung upward, and thousands of fist shadows merged into one shadow, smashing towards Qin Lankong.

Qin Lankong was calm, the corners of his mouth bent, and the long sleeve of his right hand was inspired by the strong wind, facing the fist shadow.

The fist shadow was extremely powerful, and before the long sleeves touched, it retracted straight back, and Qin Lankong was shocked and floated out. Xue Wantong shook Qin Lankong with a punch, secretly happy in his heart, and finally let out another breath, his heart was hot, and he wanted to spread his body again and chase after the victory.

Turning his gaze slightly, he saw that Qin Lankong's body was strange, and he didn't seem to be hurt at all. Glancing at the ground, Wen Qing's iron fan blocked, and two steel knives broke and fell off from the hands of the two people who staggered over.

Xue Wantong's heart was shocked, and he secretly screamed that it was not good, his body sped up, and he chased after Qin Lankong.

Qin Lankong carried his palm in the air, landed and hit directly, even if Wen Qing's skills were not damaged, it was too late to make a move, not to mention that Wen Qing was silent in the warmth, and he was already distracted.

Qin Lankong palmed the front chest of Chinese Qing, very proud, alternating his palms one after another, and took turns to greet Wen Qing.

After Wen Qing dodged left and right, the folding fan turned into a sword qi, and the side slashed into Qin's blue sky. Before the folding fan sword qi could reach his body, Xue Wantong had already swooped down from the air, and the divine fist smashed straight into Qin Lankong's temple.

Qin Lankong's wrist flipped, and the strength of his palm surged, and he threw it casually, making it a Tai Chi gossip, and instantly lived two in life, two in four, four in eight, and surrounded all around.

The gossip energy blocked Xue Wantong and Wen Qing, and Wen Qing's sword spirit was fierce, compared with the gossip energy, it was far inferior.

Qin Lankong's palms spread out from his chest to both sides, and the gossip energy had hit Xue Wantong and Wen Qing, Xue Wantong fell to the ground on the spot and fainted, and Wen Qing was also seriously injured and fell to the ground.

At this moment, three people walked into the gate. Two men and one woman, the man is handsome.