The four girls of Yin Yang Bazi's "Wind and Rain Like Darkness" had just rushed in front of Meng Mulie when they saw a figure flying back, it was Bai Xinglong who was ahead of them.
Meng Mulie just raised his hand and slapped Bai Xinglong back, and he was still in a state where Luo Wei had enhanced his potential and fighting spirit.
"careful!"
Jian Liuyun was still watching Bai Xinglong in trance when he heard the reminder from Gun Yinjiao. Looking back, Meng Mulie's fist was already in front of her.
An iron hook stretched out from behind, like a ghost demanding life, hooked Jian Liuyun's neck and pulled hard.
The force was used just right. Jian Liuyun's neck only had a layer of skin broken, but it was already pulled back by Gou Duhun.
"what happened?"
Dao Henghai turned around and asked the four "upright and fair" people.
The expressions of the four of them were solemn, and they did not stop playing the plucking instruments in their hands. Jiao Luoying, who had the least skill, had a layer of sweat on his forehead.
"Don't blame them, it's because he's too strong!" Qiang Yinjiao danced with his iron spear and struck Meng Mulie on the head with a shot from top to bottom.
Meng Mulie didn't move quickly, but he barely had time to reach out to block it. The iron gun hit his arm, and he didn't even frown.
"I heard from the sergeant who fled back that Hu Yanlan was killed by eight people. There were gun wielders, sword wielders, hook wielders, and harp wielders... But you?" Meng Mulie asked open his mouth.
"So what if it's us?" Among the eight people, only Gun Yinjiao was the most imposing at this time. Standing in front of Meng Mulie, he was no less powerful than him. Hold the gun barrel with both hands and press down hard.
Just press down the arm that is blocking his head, and then smash it into a stab! Gun Yinjiao never misses any opportunity.
"The one who used the gun stabbed, but you used the one to smash. Little girl, what bad intentions are you hiding?" Meng Mulie looked at the gun in front of him and directly dispelled her idea.
"I'll help you!" Dao Henghai's big sword slashed down with the force of splitting mountains and seas.
The barrel of the iron gun was attached with a broadsword like Dao Henghai, and a huge force hit him, but Meng Mulie remained motionless.
"Come back!" Two iron hooks stretched out and hooked on the waists of the two men, pulling them back.
"So strong..." The longest confrontation between Qiang Yinjiao and Meng Mulie was just a smash, but they were already breathing slightly.
Jian Liuyun pulled up his collar to cover the shallow wounds caused by Gou Duhun: "Don't be rash, he is not simple. Let's join forces!"
The other three women had no objections. In this brief confrontation, they did feel Meng Mulie's strength.
The four girls looked at each other, and their long-standing tacit understanding allowed them to quickly understand each other's actions just from each other's eyes.
"Wait...wait a minute..." Bai Xinglong stopped everyone. At this time, his hair was disheveled and he was in a very embarrassed state.
Being slapped on the chest by Meng Mulie seemed to have knocked all his energy out of control. No matter how Luo Wei beat the war drum, he no longer had the indomitable momentum in his heart.
"He is not something we can deal with... leave now! If... if he is not interested in us... maybe a few will survive." Bai Xinglong dissuaded.
Jian Liuyun looked at Bai Xinglong and frowned: "Did your sword heart get smashed to pieces by him?"
The heart of the sword is the ray of faith in the swordsman's heart to fight against the world. If you are afraid of defeat, you will not be lazy. As long as the sword heart is there, you can make progress.
Even if you make just a tiny bit of effort every day, it can accumulate into an ocean.
But looking at Bai Xinglong's current state, his eyes were full of jealousy and fear, probably because of the slap just now. In other words, he was afraid of being slapped.
"Let's go first and then talk..." Bai Xinglong still persuaded without comment.
"You can't leave! If you leave today, it will be difficult for martial arts to take another step forward in the future, and it will have to stop here!" Gun Yinjiao shouted loudly with a terrifying momentum.
Bai Xinglong looked at the sword in his hand, a little stunned.
Meng Mulie first punched Yi Xiaodao until he fainted, and then beat the second master Hua Wufeng to death. Just now when I was approaching, I could clearly feel that the other party was showing mercy, but...
He is actually not the enemy of Yihe, and he can't even catch the other party's light slap...
"Let's go..." Jian Liuyun said to Bai Xinglong: "Taiyi Peak is covered with snow all year round. I'm afraid these northern barbarians are not willing to go to that cold place. The second master's body has been sent back. You can go back to the mountain gate to guard it." It’s not bad to take care of the second master.”
"Jian Liuyun!" Qian Yingjiao was confused and shouted at her in time.
"Taiyi's masters have all died in Guicheng. Taiyi has tried his best. You go back to the mountain gate and lead the remaining seven sword masters. You may not be able to honor Taiyi." Jian Liuyun ignored the spear and led the dragon. , continued.
Dao Henghai and Gou Duhun were silent at the side. The two of them were smarter and had already figured out that Jian Liuyun was deliberately irritating Bai Xinglong.
Meng Mulie walked over slowly, really slowly. It could be seen that the four upright people not far away had a certain effect on suppressing him.
"Let's go!" Jian Liuyun shouted, waking up the other three women. He jumped first and rushed towards Meng Mulie again.
Seal the throat with one sword!
Meng Mulie stretched out two fingers and clamped Jian Liuyun's sword, but his eyes glanced to the other side.
A big sword came to cut him in the middle, and the sword was very fast across the sea, following Jian Liuyun.
"I originally thought that since you are women, it is not easy to practice martial arts..."
A spear shot from bottom to top was about to pierce Meng Mulie's chin, straight through the Tianling Cap: "You talk too much!"
"If you can follow me back to Beiyi and apologize for guarding Hu Yanlan's tomb for ten years, I won't be able to let you go."
As he spoke, Meng Mulie raised his foot to hold the iron spear, and with a slight move to the right, the iron spear collided with the broadsword.
With one foot, the attacks of the two masters were eliminated...
His hands were not idle either, he raised one hand, aimed at Jian Liuyun and punched him.
"Gouduhun!"
Jian Liuyun did not dare to resist, and quickly called Gou Duhun.
A pair of small feet stepped on Meng Mulie's shoulders. Gou Duhun stretched out an iron hook and drew it towards Meng Mulie's two fingers.
Meng Mulie held the long sword between his fingers upwards, flicked the iron hook away, and the sword edge went straight towards Gou Duhun's lower body.
Gou Duhun hurriedly dodged, leaving Jian Liuyun alone. Meng Mulie grabbed his wrist, unable to move.
Qiang Yingjiao and Dao Henghai took over the hook to cross the soul, but the three of them did not dare to step forward, for fear that Meng Mulie would be harmful to Jian Liuyun.
Although Jian Liuyun was caught, the stubbornness in his eyes did not diminish at all, and he stared directly at Meng Mulie, refusing to admit defeat.
"It looks like... it's so similar..." Meng Mulie looked at Jian Liuyun, looking a little lost in thought.
At this moment, he seemed to see Meng Qianya's appearance in Jian Liuyun's body. The same thing happened to the young Meng Qianya when she first learned martial arts. She looked unyielding and dared to attack no matter who she was.
I also held Meng Qianya in this way back then, and the little girl was not convinced either...
"Qianya..." Meng Mulie murmured: "If you want to go to the Central Plains, dad will take over the entire Central Plains right away. You can go wherever you want to go..."
"Let me go! Fake mercy!" Jian Liuyun struggled and said.
Meng Mulie turned a deaf ear to Jian Liuyun's words, and there seemed to be sadness on his face: "Qianya, it's because dad is timid... There are many masters in the Central Plains, and dad is afraid that something will happen to you... Dad has been waiting until now, and he is also afraid that something will happen to Beiyi..."
Meng Mulie was still chattering.
Not far behind him, Jiao Luoying could no longer hold on: "I wish you the best..."
"Don't relax! This is the critical moment!"
Zhu Sangqiu moved his beard and hair, and plucked the strings of the piano with his fingers. In the sound of the piano, there seemed to be a waterfall falling out of the cliff, and the force of the waterfall fell thousands of miles.
Zhu Sangqiu tried his best.
"Okay!" Jiao Luoying shouted through gritted teeth.
The golden cymbals clank and the gold and iron meet, as if there are thousands of troops and horses, rushing to help the battle, just for a victory.
Yao Qingmiao tapped her foot gently, and her whole body slowly swayed up. The sound of the flute was melodious, and the silence was everywhere.
Luo Wei's voice was the most terrifying. His eyes were wide open with anger, and his eyes seemed to pop out of his eyes. The rumble of drums resounded throughout the world. The nearby birds and animals became a little uneasy and began to fight with each other.
Meng Mulie was affected by the four people and was stunned for a moment. He loosened his grip and Jian Liuyun was able to draw his sword and escape.
"I...heh...I am in vain to be the chief disciple of Taiyi Peak...Hahahahaha, I have been living on the mountain for a long time. When I met Meng Qianya, I was defeated...When I met Meng Mulie, I was scared...I am not the chief disciple of Taiyi..."
Bai Xinglong has also changed. At this time, he seems to be possessed by a demon. He is holding a sword and muttering something between "wind and rain like darkness" and "uprightness and light", and his body is shaky.
"If you are poor, you will want to change... If you are poor, you will want to change... The second master has spent his whole life thinking about changes in martial arts, but I am stuck in the old ways... so why not die?"
"What's wrong with him?" Gun Yinjiao noticed something strange about Bai Xinglong.
Jian Liuyun looked back and thought: "Get out of the way..."
The four of them got out of the way.
"If you can't raise Taiyi's reputation, if you can't avenge your master, if you can't reach the pinnacle of martial arts..."
Bai Xinglong suddenly raised his head, a ray of light shot out from his eyes, and his disheveled hair moved automatically without wind, as if a god had descended into the world.
"It doesn't matter if you die!!!"
Meng Mulie recovered from his memories and looked at Bai Xinglong with some surprise: "It turns out... Masters from the Central Plains are like this... That's why they appear in endlessly..."
Once enlightened, the fish leaps over the dragon gate.
Bai Xinglong walked towards Meng Mulie, step by step, walking very steadily.
Meng Mulie frowned, and he actually saw a sense of oppression in a young man in his twenties, but fortunately, there was only a trace.
In the air, seven people fell from the sky and landed around Bai Xinglong: "Master Taiyi Sword, welcome the master."
Bai Xinglong did not look at any one of the seven people, as if all this was expected by him.
He raised his sword and pointed it at Meng Mulie: "Behead!"
The seven people stood up, drew their swords, and looked at Meng Mulie.
In the blink of an eye, seven Taiyi Sword Masters surrounded Meng Mulie.
"Intentional Sword Formation! Start!"
Seeing reinforcements arriving, Qiang Yinjiao and others cheered up: "Okay! It's great if there are some helpers! Let's go together! Luo Wei! Luo Wei?"
Gun Yinjiao shouted several times but received no response. Only then did he realize that the music behind him had stopped. When he looked back, all four of them had fallen to the ground.
Bleeding from the seven orifices…
"kill!!!"
A flash of swords and shadows...
