The blood is not cold, and the sword roars. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Born and Zheng Que'er's cooperation, from jerky to tacit understanding, its combination of offense and defense is already a first-class master of the rivers and lakes, there is Emei scenery in Zheng Que'er's sword, and he is born like a tourist in the scenery at this time, and he feels happy. Because of the exquisite Emei swordsmanship, such as mercury pouring into the ground, the sword always appears in the right place at the right time.

But the strength of the killer on the opposite side is too strong, two people, two knives, making it like one person making two knives, the knife light is dense, and it seems that it can really be splashed with water.

Born ruthless, the dog-beating stick in his hand is whistling, and the water can't splash in, what about the waterfall?

Standing under the waterfall, fighting under the waterfall, so many days and nights, the waterfall has become a brand of "suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days", branded in the deepest understanding of nature.

I turn a gentle stream into a powerful waterfall and is powerful. Born with a shock to the arm, the silver rod shadow into a mountain stream, this extremely high frequency of powerful hits, difficult to last, but a short moment of momentum and difficult to resist, the opponent seems to suddenly come to the vast waterfall, consecutive strikes and retreat, from attack to defense, from defense to chaos, the last person was broken arm, and the other person was Zheng Que'er suddenly came to a style of "Shengji Evening Bell" sounded the death knell.

The hope of breaking the killing siege was just around the corner, and he didn't care about his already trembling hands, and rushed out with Zheng Qi'er. At this time, a burly figure suddenly flashed in front of him, coming so quickly and fiercely, born to hit with a stick, almost relying on the instinct he had cultivated in countless cliff jumps, and he naturally felt that there was no hope of knocking down the other party.

The dog-beating stick with great momentum was like a big snake devouring away, but it was pinched three inches in the next second. The other party's hand grabbed the iron rod just right, and with a swing, he used the iron rod to block Zheng Qi'er's sword. Born with a sinking heart, the tight strings in my heart felt like they were about to break.

But I heard the other party say, "It's a mistake!"

When I looked closely, it was Hu Nanxin, who was called "Little Butterfly" by Bai Jing Laodao.

Born to point backwards, "Quick, go and save ......"

Hu Nanxin's movements were faster than the second word "fast" that he was born to say. Flickering and flickering, he flew forward, and no one could touch his shirt as he went. When he saw Yuan Zixia, who was still fighting in blood, close in front of him, he roared, still flickering and walking through, but every time he got close to the next enemy, there was a miserable cry of the previous enemy. Because the previous enemy only felt a flower in front of him, and the person who came disappeared, and then he found that a part of himself also disappeared.

The enemy in front of Yuan Zixia had already sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly retreated to the left, and suddenly a strong leg kicked him in the head like a bow, "Get out of the way!", and with a bang, the killer had flown out from the middle of the courtyard door.

When Yuan Zixia saw Hu Nanxin, she shouted loudly: "Go and save him." "Who he is, needless to say.

Hu Nanxin stomped his feet, picked up a knife, and the iron knife spun and flew towards Bai Yujing like a circle. Then the others rushed over.

Originally, the Qinglong congregation felt that Bai Yujing could no longer move, and they didn't want to mend the knife. At this time, when he saw someone rescue, someone swung a knife and slashed at Bai Yujing, who was lying down.

The knife has not fallen, the knife has arrived. Spinning, spinning, flying away. The killer who mended the knife found that his knife had fallen, uncontrollably, and his hand on the handle of the knife was also uncontrollable, because it was no longer in the hands of the body.

As soon as Hu Nanxin arrived, he put down the two of them one after another. looked at Bai Yujing and snorted. Bai Yujing endured the pain and wanted to say hello. Yuan Zixia, who was following, said: Big brother, go and save the nun. Hu Nanxin took a look at the surroundings, and there were no hard hands. shouted to Tiansheng and Zheng Qi'er, who came back to help: "You two little dolls come here, I'll go and save the old nun." ”

Born to promise to kill this side, Zheng Qi'er was silent, and still killed his master.

Seeing this, She Zhonggui urged the Xuanwu secret method, and suddenly the muscles all over his body were knotted, the blood vessels on his arms were distended, and the strongest punch hit the old nun Su Yin, Zheng Qi'er threw a spirit into the forest, and flew to pounce.

Born to throw a dog stick, hit She Zhonggui in the back, but only to see that he was almost unaffected, the offensive is still the same, when the stick will fly to the ground, Hu Nan, who was rushed to the ground, is up in his heart, one-handed stick, the power is far better than that of nature, the stick shadow is like a fan, and it hit She Zhonggui's back hard, She Zhonggui vomited blood in a muffled voice, and he still pounced forward, but his steps were chaotic, Su Yin took another step forward, pinched the sword finger, and led Feihong in one style, with a sharp sword qi on his finger, stabbing his throat, and She Zhonggui's Adam's apple should be broken by his finger. When the rest of the Blue Dragon Society saw this, they scattered as birds and beasts.

She Jong-gyu also fell to his knees, vomiting blood in his mouth and having difficulty breathing. He couldn't make a sound, and he looked at the old nun Suyin, as if he was asking for help. The old nun sighed, "Amitabha", her fingertips were on She Zhonggui's temple, and he was silent, with a relieved face, and ended his life.

The hustle and bustle fell, so quiet, half a day later, a few people came out of Bai Yujing's house. The old nun was wrapped like a mummy, carrying Zhu Sheng's urn, and said: "Amitabha, donors, there is still a crisis in my Emei Gate, so don't let it go." After speaking, he led Zheng Qi'er to turn around and leave.

Zheng Qi'er has calmed down a lot after this battle. She glanced at Tiansheng, her mood was complicated, she didn't know what to say, and she was about to leave. Tiansheng hesitated for a moment and said, "You guys wait. ”

Su Yin's old nun and Zheng Qi'er stopped for a moment. Tiansheng stepped forward and whispered a few words.

Zheng Que'er looked incredulous, and said naturally: "I told you before, you will not believe it." Now say, believe it or not. ”

Su Yin looked at Zheng Qi'er, felt pity in his heart, and said, "Let's go, whether it's true or not, I will accompany you to find out in the future." ”

Zheng Qi'er's heart was confused, she answered yes, and then left.

Tiansheng turned around and saw Hu Nanxin asking Bai Yujing in the wheelchair: "Is the old nun better than you?"

Bai Yujing said: "Let's count it as a tie." She is obsessed with kendo. With her stoic and unmoving nature, in a few years, I'm afraid I won't be her opponent. ”

Hu Nanxin raised his thick eyebrows, "Wait a while, I must find her for a dozen." ”

He turned around and saw Yuan Zixia, and his face suddenly turned into a bitter gourd face. "Sister, grandpa ...... there"

Yuan Zixia said: "When you tell your grandfather, make things smaller, don't let his old man get angry and go to Boss Qinglong." Although his old man's martial arts are unfathomable, after all, he is old, and we can't afford to miss anything. ”

Hu Nanxin said: "You can tell him that he is old, and we will be scolded as soon as we say it." ”

Yuan Zixia smiled slightly, her eyes full of admiration. "He's an old man, but he's still a big hero, an old hero. ”

In a mountain dwelling, the big heroes and old heroes they talk about are jumping chickens and dogs.