Standing in front of her chest was the scholar's iron fan.

Looking back, the scholar was smiling softly at her: "Don't look at me like that, boss, I will be fascinated by you!"

Although this iron fan is not as sharp as Xie Junhe's remnant sword, it is not good, but it also has the domineering spirit of the enemy.

Mo Yang laughed in a low voice: "It's okay, a pair of mandarin ducks in front of the Hades Palace." He waved his hand behind him, and immediately a group of white-clothed men appeared out of the bushes, pale paper masks, in the glow of the moonlight and firelight, like ghosts.

As soon as the iron fan was closed, I don't know what mechanism the scholar touched, it was scattered into more than a dozen flying swords, and it went behind Mo Yang like lightning.

Whoosh, before there was time to wail, the cold light of the flying sword swept through the throat of the person who passed by, and flew back into the scholar's hand—as obedient as wings. Immediately, six or seven white shadows fell to the ground, no longer moving.

But before the scholar could be proud, the sword in Mo Yang's hand was awe-inspiring, and suddenly layers of sword flowers shook out.

"Oh no, Pear Flower Sword!" the scholar exclaimed, opening his iron fan and taking up a defensive posture.

But all over again, it was as bright as day!

Looking up, I saw the shining firelight of the mountains and stars, which were staggered and ignited, and the bright light that rose and fell with the wind like the waves of the sea, scattered all over the four fields, and had the potential to burn the prairies.

Mo Yang retracted his momentum and said angrily: "What's the matter?"

"No...... I don't know......" Only a small voice behind him spit out words, "I searched the mountain just now...... Nor did I perceive it...... I don't know where it came from......" There was no sound in an instant, and it was Mo Yang who knocked him down with a backhand sword.

There is a dead silence around, and those who do not do things well have always apologized for their sins with death. Who made this guy so unlucky, who happened to patrol the mountains today? The indifferent faces of the paper reflected the blood light, and they did not move at all.

In the blood light, Mo Yang gritted his teeth and roared angrily: "Xie Junhe, you are too rampant!"

The earth-shattering resentment only attracted two blazing "thunderbolts" that swept over his head. It's a fire crossbow.

"Have you had enough of it, kid!" Mo Yang continued to roar into the air, caught off guard by a fire crossbow from the other direction.

Without exception, these fire crossbows were all aimed at Mo Yang, as if there were mysterious eyes growing behind the invisible.

"Let's go!" The scholar pulled Yan Hong, who had not yet enjoyed watching the white opera, and took advantage of Mo Yang's self-care, and jumped into the bushes beside him.

"Chase!" Mo Yang was almost angry with them.

However, the fireflies-like light that filled the mountains and fields, which was the place of the Tibetans? The white-clothed holy envoys were completely confused. More and more people were dispatched, and even Tang Yao's people were alarmed and gathered on the mountain. But the specific location of Yan Hong and the scholar has never been found.

It seemed that they had evaporated from the air of Beacon Ridge.

A moment later, several elders of the Tianyue Gate had already gathered in the Tianwei Hall where the proceedings were being held.

Tang Yao glanced at the whispering crowd at the bottom of the stairs and snickered: "What's wrong?"

Instantly silent.

Tang Yao raised his eyes, walked past the three elders of Tianyue Gate with his hands behind his back, and said step by step: "In the past, it was said that the day when the south bank turned the world upside down should be at this time. Jiang Shaoyun is my beacon savior. Helping in secret will be beneficial. ”

It seems that the three elders can only bow their heads and pretend to cough in order to avoid dying because they are out of breath.

Tang Yao scolded sharply: "Who said that Chu Tao has gone and never returned, and the Feather Chasing Sword Sect will collapse sooner or later?"