Murong Fang was hit and retreated three steps in succession, his face turned pale, and it seemed that he had suffered internal injuries.

This person was one against seven, and after a few moves, he forced back Zhao Dazhui, Liu Zhuang and others, injured Murong's side, and even shocked the four men on Murong's side who lay on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. The heroes who were watching the battle opened their mouths wide and were speechless.

Yi Shuihan smiled fiercely, took a big step towards Murong's side, and slapped it with another palm. Although Murong Fang's skills are profound, he has already suffered internal injuries, how can he catch Yi Shuihan's second palm?

But when Yi Shuihan slapped halfway, he suddenly retracted his palm power, turned his palm into a claw, and grabbed Murong Yi's throat. His move was too fast and too strange, and Murong didn't have time to avoid it, and he was caught.

Yi Shuihan was very tall, and this time he grabbed Murong Yi's throat and lifted him up. Murong was restrained by the other party, unable to move, and even breathing became very difficult.

At this time, as long as Yi Shuihan's hand was forced, Murong's neck would be immediately broken. At this time, dozens of people were watching, but no one dared to come to the rescue. Yi Shuihan glanced at these people, raised his head to the sky, and couldn't help laughing.

Just when Yi Shuihan got carried away, Duan Yuntu flashed in from the front yard, and the wooden sword in his hand swept past Murong Yifang's side and stabbed Yi Shuihan under his armpit.

Yi Shuihan hadn't put Duan Yuntu in his eyes at first, but he suddenly found that Duan Yuntu's sword was coming very quickly, and it was already in front of him in the blink of an eye. The strange thing is that Duan Yuntu took out the sword so quickly, but the sound coming from the sword body was very small, and there was no ordinary sound of weapons breaking through the sky.

Yi Shuihan hurriedly went backwards, but as soon as he landed, Duan Yuntu's long sword was handed to him like a shadow. Yi Shuihan had to go to the side again.

He swooped three times in a row, but he couldn't get rid of Duan Yuntu's wooden sword. Yi Shui was in a hurry, and used the Murong side in his hand as a weapon, blocking it towards the tip of Duan Yuntu's sword.

As soon as Duan Yuntu's wrist moved, the tip of the sword changed direction, bypassing Murong's side, and stabbing upwards diagonally, pointing at the Jizhong acupoint on Yi Shuihan's chest.

Yi Shuihan's wrist sank, and he smashed the Murong side in his hand downward. Duan Yuntu took the wooden sword in his hand and gave it away, and pointed to the Zhongfu acupoint on Yi Shuihan's right shoulder.

Yi Shuihan sent Murong Fang forward with his left hand, smashed Duan Yuntu with his feet in front of his head and behind his head, and turned his right hand into a claw and grabbed the tip of Duan Yuntu's sword.

Duan Yuntu was afraid that his wooden sword would be caught by the other party, and secondly, he was afraid that Yi Shuihan's strength would be so strong that he would hurt Murong Yifang, so he took his feet a little, rose into the air, and turned over from the top of Yi Shuihan's head. A wooden sword stabbed Yi Shuihan from behind his big vertebrae.

Yi Shuihan felt strange in his heart, the young man in front of him had seen it before, and he had fought hundreds of moves. At that time, although his swordsmanship was a bit interesting, his cultivation was limited after all, and he was too far from himself. If he hadn't been injured at that time, he would have been slapped to death with one palm.

But after more than a year, his swordsmanship has become so powerful, and his shots are like clouds, which is unfathomable. This is clearly an extremely superior swordsmanship, and I don't know if I have to plant it in the hands of this young man today.

Yi Shuihan wanted to understand the path of Duan Yuntu's swordsmanship, so he used the Murong side in his hand as a weapon, and stabbed at Duan Yuntuge,-for-tat.

Murong Fang was accidentally caught by Yi Shuihan for a while, although he had the ability to do it, he couldn't do it at all, so he had to be at the mercy of others, and he was ashamed and angry in his heart.

He saw the wooden sword in Duan Yuntu's hand slashing and slashing in front of his eyes, flying up and down, the tricks on the sword seemed to come casually, without any rules, but every move was a wonderful move that the enemy had to save.

Moreover, there is always something unspeakable and indescribable in this seemingly ordinary swordsmanship, and it is this ethereal thing that makes Duan Yuntu's swordsmanship extraordinary. But what this kind of thing was, Murong Fang didn't know, because he could only vaguely feel it, but he couldn't understand it at all.

At this time, Yi Shuihan had already fought with Duan Yuntu for more than 100 moves, and in his opinion, Duan Yuntu's swordsmanship seemed to be endless, and all of them were easy, and there was no rule to follow at all.

He was in a hurry, holding Murong Fang in his left hand, forming a claw in his right hand, and grabbing Duan Yuntu's wooden sword.

Duan Yuntu had already achieved a small swordsmanship at this time, how could he be easily caught by Yi Shuihan. I saw that the tip of his wooden sword sank and stabbed at Yi Shuihan's waist. Yi Shuihan's claw missed, turned his claw into a palm, and slashed towards Duan Yuntu's sword.

After a few moves in succession, Yi Shuihan didn't even touch the tip of Duan Yuntu's sword, and he couldn't help but get angry and rise sharply, shouted violently, and slapped Duan Yuntu with a palm.

The power of this palm was amazing, and Duan Yuntu felt a strong force surging towards him, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

At this time, Zhao Da Hammer and Liu Zhuang also rushed up from both sides, and Yi Shuihan kicked his two feet in succession, forcing Zhao Da Hammer and Liu Zhuang to not get close.

The eight-armed ape Liu Baye stood on the periphery and watched the fierce fight between several people in the middle, and he began to suspect that Yi Shuihan had stolen the treasure map, because with Yi Shuihan's martial arts, it was easy to steal the treasure map from under the noses of the four guards without them noticing.

He saw that Duan Yuntu had already restrained Yi Shuihan, and there were many masters beside him. As soon as his eyes rolled, he made up his mind, pulled out the brass pipe from his waist, and shouted: "Heroes, let's go up together and get rid of this snow mountain demon." And he rushed forward.

There were also many people in the group who had the same thoughts as Liu Baye, and when they saw Liu Baye doing it, they all rushed forward.

Although Yi Shuihan thinks very highly of himself, he is not arrogant enough to want one person to deal with two or three hundred people. Seeing the crowd rushing up, he smiled, threw the Murong side in his hand towards Duan Yuntu suddenly, and said loudly: "If you want it, I'll give it to you!"

Duan Yuntu stretched out his hand to catch Murong Fang, and felt a strong force coming, so he hurriedly took three steps back, and then turned around again before dissolving this strong force.

At this time, Murong Fang's breath was weak, his whole body was paralyzed, and he couldn't stand up at all. Four of his disciples hurried over to support him and sit on a stone bench next to him.

After Yi Shuihan threw Murong Fang out, he leaned forward, stretched out his hand and knocked down the two men who were rushing over, and then reached the door with a flicker.

At this time, two big men rushed in outside the door, and Yi Shuihan grabbed these two people as soon as he stretched out his hand and threw them out to both sides.

Before the two could react to what was going on, they slammed into the wall, and then fell to the ground again.

(End of chapter)