After picking up the book, Wang Qi'an discovered that it contained a few pages on the movement of meridian qi to relieve depression and rejuvenate the mind.
At this time, a scream came. It turned out that Li Zhuang was finally defeated by the horse-faced forward. The iron ax fell out of his hand and his body was blown away.
"Zhuge Xin, if you and others are willing to serve the temple, all the business areas in Huanhuaxi will be under the control of the Shu Alliance."
Qingyu and others had now come to the side of the masked man and stood respectfully.
Li Chengluo took a few steps forward and said angrily:
"It's a joke. In our Shu Alliance, we are all well-known and upright people. How can we work with evil demons and heretics?"
A red shadow flashed, and the air instantly became hot. Li Chengluo felt a pressure coming from him, and his chest suddenly felt like a big stone was hitting him hard.
He groaned, vomited blood, and flew backwards into the group. Several people who were unable to avoid the collision fell down together, with their hands damaged and their legs broken.
"What about evil heretics? Today I want to see how you, the noble and upright people, can handle my moves?"
Zhu Yan blinked and returned to his original position, with a look of disdain on his face.
This body movement is so fast, it seems like it has never moved.
"I wish the old devil, after decades of not seeing each other, will still only commit suicide against the younger generation."
Hu Luanjiao shook the wine bottle in his hand and walked towards Zhuge Xin and others.
Wang Qi'an and Pu Changqing followed closely behind.
"It turns out to be Brother Hu! I haven't heard from you for so many years. I thought you had been buried long ago."
Zhu Yan glanced at the approaching Hu Luanjiao, sneered a few times, and didn't take it seriously.
Qingyu leaned close to the masked man and lowered his head to whisper. The latter's eyes suddenly flashed, past the Hu Luan Jiao, and fell on Wang Qi'an.
Ji Yunfei suddenly jumped out of the formation, raised his sword, pointed at the masked man, and shouted:
"Your Excellency must be the one who can make the decision. Do you dare to go out and compete with me?"
Ji Yunfei, as the first disciple of Jiange, was repeatedly ignored. He felt that his face was shameful and he couldn't help but take the initiative to challenge.
"Do you think it's a big deal to kill a mere mourning keeper?
What about the North Sword Tower and the South Sword Pavilion? People in the world are flattering and pretending to be mysterious.
If Situ Xuankong comes in person, I may respect him greatly. As for his disciples and grandsons, none of them can come into my eyes.
Song Zuozhi, go and play with him. "
The masked man's voice was low, but it made everyone's ears buzz.
"I obey my orders. Hehe, let Mr. Song meet with the disciples of Jiange to see if he is worthy of his name."
Song Zhiming jumped out of the formation, without saying anything, and slapped Ji Yunfei with a pair of long hands.
Ji Yunfei was ridiculed and became furious. When he saw Song Zhiming coming to attack, he raised his sword and slashed away like a flying giant.
Song Zhiming lives up to the name of the Spiritual Snake Hands. His hands are like a pair of long pythons, soft and bendy, stretching and changing, and changing.
Today, Ji Yunfei first faced Wang Qi'an, and then faced Gu Shuanghan. Neither of them had the slightest advantage, and he was already holding back his anger.
Now that he saw that the other party had sent a third-level character to deal with him, he felt even more secretly angry, so the sword power was no longer as reserved as before.
The two exchanged dozens of moves in an instant, and Song Zhiming was clearly at a disadvantage.
"This kid's talent is not bad, but his personality is too withdrawn and irritable, which is inconsistent with the essence of Situ Xuankong's skills. Otherwise, he wouldn't be at today's level."
Hu Luanjiao stared at the two fighting men and commented.
"Senior seems to be very familiar with Jiange?"
Wang Qian asked curiously.
"That's right. Before Situ Xuankong took over as the Pavilion Master, he followed the old man shouting 'Brother Hu'." "
At this time, Ji Yunfei roared and the sword light suddenly disappeared. Song Zhiming's face was distorted, he covered his chest and fell back continuously, and blood flowed out from his fingers.
"With your skills, you dare to speak so loudly."
Ji Yunfei shook his sword, a red light flashed, and a trace of blood stained the ground.藲忿尛螞网
"waste!"
Wang Xing, who was next to the masked man, cursed in a sharp voice and rushed forward, slapping Song Zhiming who was retreating back.
The sound of broken bones sounded, and Song Zhiming had no time to react. He was paralyzed on the ground like soft mud.
This person doesn't even spare his own people, he is so ruthless.
Wang Xing does not act
He stopped, jumped up and down, turned his palms into claws, and flew down towards Ji Yun like an eagle seizing a rabbit.
The energy above his head was pressing down like a mountain, making it almost difficult for Ji Yunfei to move.
If Wang Xing succeeded, Ji Yunfei would probably have his head shattered.
A circle of sword light swept up, and with a few clashing sounds, Ji Yunfei's body swept backwards.
"The heir to the sword pavilion is just mediocre. I'll cut off your right arm today and let's see how you can use the sword in the future."
Wang Xing followed him like a shadow, his speed increased dramatically, his claws were like iron hooks, breaking through the layers of Ji Yunfei's energy.
The distance between the two sides was less than two feet, and Ji Yunfei had no choice but to avoid him.
His long sword stirred, the sword light suddenly rose, and auras surged out one after another.
Then with a loud shout, the long sword came out of his hand and shot straight into the air circle.
Just hearing a "bang", a majestic energy burst into the air.
Ji Yunfei accelerated and flew backwards.
Wang Xing's figure froze, and he shot out continuously with both hands.
With his energy bursting, he then swept to the right and threw towards Ji Yunfei along an arc.
"The sky is round and the earth is round! Situ Xuankong's most proud trick, it seems that this kid has nothing to do."
According to this situation, when Ji Yunfei fell to the ground exhausted, it happened to be the time when Wang Xing was gathering momentum and arriving.
The results will speak for themselves.
Hu Luanjiao naturally couldn't sit idly by and ignored him. He moved forward and rushed forward.
"Brother Hu, we haven't seen each other for many years, why don't we get friendly and greet each other."
Zhu Yan, who was wearing a fiery red robe, spread his momentum, the air suddenly heated up, and his clothes were flying, like a blazing fire, blocking Hu Luanjiao's way.
Facing this king, Hu Luanjiao would not dare to be careless.
When masters compete, victory or defeat is often only a matter of millimeters.
Hu Luanjiao suppressed his thoughts of rescuing people, collected his mind, deployed his skills at full strength, and greeted Zhu Yan.
Ji Yunfei originally thought that by using the "Square Sky and Earth" trick, even if Wang Xing could not be injured, he would at least be able to stop him for a moment, and he would be able to change weapons and start over again.
Unexpectedly, although this move is powerful, it can only delay it for a few breaths.
This person's martial arts skills far exceeded his expectations.
Now that he was exhausted and most of his power had been exhausted, he still had to deal with the opponent's prepared attack, which made him feel helpless.
Wang Xing's figure rushed closer, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a sinister smile.
Everything went as he predicted, Ji Yunfei was already in the palm of his hand and could not escape his bad luck.
Suddenly, a snow-white figure fell in front of Ji Yunfei, and then a burst of ice-cold air surged toward him.
"Xue Zhaogong'Aoxuehan". "
The person who came was none other than Bai Muxue, the Grand Master of Xuezhao Palace.
Although Wang Xing could clearly see the person coming, he had no choice but to launch the long-prepared offensive. His hands, palms or grasps, fell towards Bai Mixue.
Bai Muxue came prepared, her feet were in step, her shape was like flying snow, and her body was like catkins, swaying left and right, constantly neutralizing Wang Xing's offensive.
The two fingers made a "chichi" sound, and they kept making "falling snow and flying flowers" fingerings, and attacked the opponent.
