The Twelve Heavenly Evil Sects, as the name suggests, in addition to the chief rudder, there are also twelve branch rudders all over Zhongzhou and even the outside world. These branch rudders all form their own sects and obey the command of the chief rudder. The scale may be large or small, but in all kinds of situations, Among Jianghu gangs, they can be considered big gangs.
Tieshamen is one of them. Its strength is in the middle of the twelve rudders, and the rudder is located at Qiwu Mountain in Xijiang County.
Angry Pili's request for help from Ming Dy actually only attracted the three heads of the Iron Sha Sect who were not ranked first in terms of reputation and ranked last in terms of strength. Impermanence.
On weekdays, if there is nothing important at home, these three brothers would indulge in women all day long. Therefore, after being summoned here by the angry thunderbolt, although the three of them were teasing and laughing at the angry thunderbolt on the surface, secretly they had taken advantage of the woman in white. Observed carefully.
I saw that this woman had fair skin, a green silk shawl, and her graceful figure could not be concealed by her white clothes. The white scarf hanging on her face was probably to cover her beautiful face and avoid being disturbed by the world. Therefore, this woman was undoubtedly a beauty.
The three brothers naturally covet beautiful women, but after traveling in the world for many years, they also know that beauty is the source of trouble. Therefore, they are still able to retain their rare sanity in the face of beauty.
Angry Thunder's martial arts are not bad, and the three brothers can shake hands with him and make peace with him. However, the situation of this big man in black robe and giant ax is obviously not very good at this moment. The black robe is full of dust, and the giant ax is golden. There was a huge ax with colorful patterns, and the woman opposite was dressed in spotless white, with twin thorns shining brightly. From this scene, you can already imagine how Angry Thunderbolt was forced to retreat before they arrived.
Come to think of it, this pair of thorns is not an ordinary pair of thorns, and this woman is even more extraordinary.
"I think this girl is not simple, but I don't know where she comes from?" Tie Wuxin said with an iron fist.
"Leng Mei of the Demon Palace." replied with an angry thunderbolt.
"Haha, this is really a big deal, but I wonder what Lao Nu has in mind?" Hearing that she was the number one female killer in the Demon Palace, Tie Wushi didn't show any timidity, and instead seemed a little excited.
"But don't underestimate this Leng Mei. She's not a woman yet, she's just a girl, but her strength is extraordinary. But that guy over there is a loser. Just divide your hands and deal with him one by one. The remaining two will work with me to deal with this girl, remember not to hurt her at all, the best thing is to capture her alive." Nu Pili arranged.
When Ang Pili said the word "Niu'er", a faint "gulu" sound could be heard from Tie Wuchang's throat, and the guy actually swallowed his saliva.
After Ang Pili finished speaking, Tie Wuchang hurriedly argued: "Hey, second brother, second brother, you go deal with that kid. Let me and the eldest brother handle this girl."
It was said to be a discussion, but in reality it was a plea. Although Tie Wuxin's face was full of reluctance, he couldn't resist the pitiful expectant look in his brother's eyes. He muttered in his heart "This third child is still so impatient", but said: "That's all. That’s all, I’ll deal with that brat first, but after I get this girl, I want you to enjoy it first.”
"This is nature, this is nature." Tie Wuchang nodded in response.
From beginning to end, neither Leng Mei nor Jiang Yichen said a single word. Jiang Yichen didn't know what to say, while Leng Mei was just watching a show, a show between a martial artist and three martial arts heroes.
The words end, the play ends, the shadows move, and the battle begins.
Tie Wuxin looked like a sissy, but his fists were not gentle, but rather powerful. However, in Jiang Yichen's eyes, the power of these fists was not as strong and aggressive as they appeared on the surface, but rather erratic. Hidden murderous intent.
Tie Wuxin's boxing style is exactly the opposite of his personality. He looks delicate but is actually fierce. His punches look tough but are actually agile.
The twin secret fists, the fierce force is empty, the real fist is restrained, and the changes are unpredictable. Until finally, Fang determines his own direction and hits the opponent's chest and abdomen!
This is Tie Wuxin's biggest reliance. Just by relying on this duplicitous and unpredictable boxing technique, he and his two brothers have been able to occupy a place in the Tiesha Sect. The opponent in front of him, Jiang Yichen, even without the power of Furious Thunderbolt Judgment, he is also confident that he can see the strength of this young boy and is sure that he can take him down with one blow.
However, when Tie Wuxin's fists fell, he realized that he was wrong. The fists did not penetrate into the flesh, and then the fists missed. Even the young man's clothes did not touch, and the sword in the young man's hand had not moved yet. The move has not been made.
From Jiang Yichen's point of view, although Tie Wuxin's punch was strange, it was not fast. As long as it was not fast, he could rely on Qingliu's body technique to avoid Tie Wuxin's fist before it touched his body.
After being unable to attack for a long time, Tie Wuxin began to panic. His iron fist was still weird, but it had lost its precision. Although the precise fist never hit, it would no longer be a threat to Jiang Yichen if it lost its precision.
Jiang Yichen's counterattack took advantage of the opportunity.
Chill enveloped Tie Wuxin, and he could feel that his fists gradually slowed down under the cold. He could also feel that the beads of sweat hanging on his forehead did not dare to fall, but had begun to condense slowly. Finally, He sadly discovered that not only was his punch inaccurate, but his judgment of the boy was also completely wrong.
When Tie Wuxin was turned from defense to attack by the young man, suppressed by the young man's frosty snow energy and water-soft swordsmanship, and had no chance to breathe, Tie Wuxin realized that he was no longer close to the gate of hell.
Fortunately, the young man only had one sword, but Tie Wuxin had a pair of fists. When his single punch was too late to block the sword, the other punch could make up for it in time. Perhaps this was his remaining advantage. He could only He hoped that his two brothers and Angry Thunder could capture Leng Mei early and rescue him from trouble.
While Tie Wuxin did not dare to be distracted for a moment, resisting Jiang Yichen's continuous attacks, the battle situation on the other side was completely different from what he had expected.
With the help of Tie Wushi and Tie Wuchang, Nu Pili finally had the confidence to fight hard. Together with the other two, he launched a devastating offensive against Leng Mei.
Angry Thunderbolt's twin axes restrain Leng Mei's twin thorns, Tie Wuchang's iron legs are responsible for sneak attacks, and Tie Wushi's iron head hammer waits for an opportunity to strike the final blow.
According to common sense, if a master has two thugs who complement each other, and the division of labor is clear, there should be a chance to control the other master.
However, the situation seemed to be different from what Nu Pili had in mind, and it was not consistent with what the Tie brothers expected. After withstanding the three axes at the beginning, Leng Mei had stabilized the situation. As the air on the ground condensed, Emei Dan... The number of thorns gradually increased, and when each Qimen formation glowed with colorful light, the situation of the battle seemed to be reversed in an instant.
The three of them are all people who lick blood from the edge of a knife, and they are well aware of the power of the Qimen formation, so they can't avoid it. The fight with Leng Mei is not confined to a corner, but extends the front to fight with it. Of course, of course, of course, One by one, the Qimen formations were like gangrene attached to their bones, clinging to their feet. There was almost no interruption. Words could not describe the powerlessness and fear.
The blood-red wounds restricted the movement of the three people, making it difficult for them to move.
The sudden appearance of the pale door of death would always catch the three of them off guard and make them look like stars. If the three had not helped each other in time, they would have already been hit by the cold charm.
The beads of sweat rolling down his head were not from fatigue, but from fear due to the inky black door. For the three veterans of the martial arts world, the psychological deterrent effect of the magic of gods and ghosts is limited. However, during the intense and fierce battle, their sight was disrupted, which inevitably made them restricted and surrounded by dangers.
The most terrifying thing was not the formations scattered under their feet, but Chenghuang Jingmen who followed Leng Mei like a shadow. Leng Mei's speed and strength became even stronger with Jingmen's blessing. The double thorns in her hands were used like... It was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water, and it was swayed freely and with incomparable power, which really made the three people complain endlessly.
Fortunately, the internal strength of the three of them was not bad, and they mostly used their profound internal strength to resist Leng Mei's offensive, and they were able to save themselves from danger many times.
Of course, one can escape with one's life, but one cannot avoid being punished alive. The scarlet dots on the ground are becoming more and more numerous and dense.
The scarlet blood drops naturally originated from the wounds of the three of them, but Leng Mei's white shirt was not spared this time. It was lightly stained with dust and embellished with red stamens, adding a bit of beauty to the autumn scenery under the scorching sun.
"Brother! Third brother!" This awkward and tender voice came from Tie Wuxin's mouth. When he was kicked by Jiang Yichen and flew backwards, he found a moment to look back at the two people who were looking at him. They were brothers, and they were already more than twenty feet apart. He couldn't see clearly the fighting situation of the four of them. He was calling for help!
The skirt of Tie Wuxin's left arm was in pieces, and a long, slender and deep scar on his arm already showed that he was completely defeated and unable to fight anymore.
Jiang Yichen's eyes slowly moved towards the battle between the four people. He saw bloodstains on the road, four figures intertwined on the far side, flying sand and rocks, it was not a clear view. He didn't know Leng Mei, and he didn't know if she was already scarred. After tiredly, he saw the four of them walking towards the distance, and felt worried in his heart, so he abandoned Tie Wuxin who was lying on the side and ran straight towards Leng Mei.
