When Yun Zhenshan saw Murong Jiu take action, he frowned fiercely and thought something bad in his heart. He moved his body like an eagle soaring into the sky and took action almost simultaneously.
His hands were like claws, with sharp fingertips, flying across the sky like an eagle hunting for prey.
What he practices is the Eagle Claw Technique. Although this claw technique is widely spread in the world, only a few people have the secret technique to practice it to the superior state.
The secret Eagle Claw Kung Fu of the Yun family in Datong Prefecture focuses on chasing the wind and lightning. Its core lies in the body technique, and combined with the nineteen-position claw technique, it can be varied in countless ways.
Yun Zhenshan raised his hands like hooks and grabbed Li Mochou's head with a sharp sound that broke through the air! If this claw were grasped, the skull would be pierced.
"Nianchou, Lingbo, I will stop these two people first. You go and kill everyone else in this house. No one can be left alive."
Li Mochou waved her fly whisk, laughed, and bent her body back like a willow catkin. She jerked away and stepped back a foot. She avoided Murong Jiu's sharp edge and crashed towards Yunzhen Mountain.
"You dare to fight one against two, you are really looking for death!"
Murong Jiu's face was sullen, he tapped his toes on the ground, his palace skirt was flying, and with a movement of his inner strength, the tip of his sword exploded in an instant, stabbing out like snow flying all over the sky.
Yun Zhenshan saw Li Mochou charging towards him first, his long black hair and robes flying high in the strong wind, while his eagle claws became even more fierce.
Li Mochou's whisk was waving like a waterfall, making a rumbling sound and coming directly close to his face!
"Well done!"
Yun Zhenshan screamed, and the eagle claws suddenly collided with the fly whisk!
"boom!"
The whisk seemed gentle, but at the moment of collision, it was as if hundreds of steel needles were rushing towards his face. Yun Zhenshan's claws stung, and all the internal energy in his body was almost shaken away. His bone marrow was stabbed like needles!
He didn't dare to carry it hard, and following the enemy's strength, he flew up and retreated three feet. Even so, his face became extremely red.
At this time, Murong Jiuyi's sword was already close to the back of Li Mochou's neck, and he could even feel the cold edge of the sword.
"Ah……"
Li Mochou suddenly fell to the right, like a beautiful snake, soft and boneless, just dodging the fatal sword.
However, Murong Jiu struck with anger at this moment, and the long sword turned into nine sword shadows, and the sword light fell from the sky like wind and snow, covering the enemy's body.
Although Li Mochou escaped the fatal blow, there were eight sword lights following closely behind.
She calmly waved the whisk in her hand, and the silver threads swept out like a waterfall. She locked the sword body with great accuracy and struck it.
"puff!"
The long sword in Murong Jiu's hand was passed down from his ancestors as a sword that could cut through gold and iron. It actually caused Li Mochou's whisk made of ice silk to break several silver threads.
"Bitch, you're looking for death!"
Li Mochou's face finally turned ugly. She raised her eyebrows and shook her hand. The silver threads of the whisk rolled up and shook violently like water. She hit Murong Jiu with another Taigong Fishing Strike, trying to seize his weapon. .
"snort!"
Murong Jiu flicked his long hair, moved his waist slightly, held the sword in both hands, and struck out thirteen swords in a row before breaking through the enemy's endlessly changing power.
"boom!"
The whisk and the sword collided one after another, and the terrifying force overflowed, erupting into billowing air currents that prevented even the wind and snow within a ten-foot radius from falling to the ground.
Li Mochou single-handedly fought against Yun Zhenshan and Murong Jiu successively, without losing the slightest advantage. She even relied on the Ancient Tomb Qinggong to advance and retreat freely.
Murong Jiu pulled back and looked at Yun Zhenshan, their expressions becoming solemn.
This Fairy Chi Lian is indeed worthy of being a famous female devil in the world, not to mention the invisible ice soul silver needle.
Although Li Mochou is much younger than them, his skills in whisking and lightening his body are already exquisite.
As for the internal strength, it is even more pure and powerful, not inferior to the two people who have worked hard for decades.
When Lu Nianchou saw Li Mochou's majesty, he couldn't help but roar loudly and said, "Master, don't worry, no one in the Dai family can escape. I will come back as soon as I go."
"not good!"
Yun Zhenshan and Murong Jiu had known each other for a long time and had a tacit understanding with each other. They both shouted and pursued at the same time.
"Stay here!"
A cold light flashed in Li Mochou's eyes, and she pulled out the whisk in her hand like a whip, making a crackling sound, and faced the eagle's claw force slashed down by Yun Zhenshan!
"boom!"
Yun Zhenshan's eyes suddenly bulged, and he thrust out his hands with force, like a demon's claws and pounced.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Li Mochou used the whisk to change the force, and smashed it with collapsing force like an iron rod, causing the enemy to retreat violently, and even broke a dead tree surrounded by two people before stopping.
"Good martial arts! Good internal strength!"
"It's not a loss for Brother Dai to die! It's not a loss!"
He raised his head sharply and saw that after Li Mochou dismissed him with one move, the fly whisk rushed up, like a poisonous dragon with a piercing air-piercing sonic boom scream, directly heading towards Murong Jiu.
Murong Jiu gave a sharp shout, and the sword in his hand swayed unsteadily, up or down, making people unpredictable.
This is a unique swordsmanship passed down from his family. It is called the Chasing the Wind and Blowing Willows Sword. The sword comes out like flowing clouds coming out of Xiu, like the breeze blowing over the willows, the sword comes out and the soul of a person goes away, and the sword collects the sorrow of ghosts and gods.
It was only after Murong Jiu had mastered his family's swordsmanship to perfection that he realized the unique skill of this move. Its sharpness and explosive power far exceeded ordinary moves.
In terms of lethality, it is even stronger than Yun Zhenshan and Dai Wei.
"What an exquisite swordsmanship!"
Li Mochou shouted loudly, the whisk erupted with great force, and the silver threads spun like a whirlpool.
"Um?"
Murong Jiu's expression changed, and he felt that the long sword in his hand was locked and motionless, and then a strong force came to snatch the sword away.
But she refused to let go. She grasped the hilt of the sword with her palms and exerted strength. Her inner strength surged, and the top of her head was filled with heat.
However, Li Mochou didn't even think about fighting the enemy with her inner strength. She suddenly let go of the fly whisk, and the left hand in her sleeve bloomed like a lotus, and she flicked her fingers.
A silver needle of ice shot out, with a flash of cold light, and struck the enemy between the eyebrows at the last moment.
"die!"
Murong Jiu's expression changed dramatically, he threw all moves behind him, let go, and the long sword fell to the ground, rolled over from the ground, and dodged the shot in disgrace.
However, his arm was grazed by a silver needle. Although there was no blood, it was still contaminated with poison.
Take advantage of her illness and kill her!
How could Li Mochou miss such a great opportunity? With a tremble in her whisk, she struck the enemy head and face like a goddess scattering flowers.
Murong Jiu lost his sword and was poisoned. Murong Jiu finally felt the fear of death.
Her whole body shape changed unsteadily, and she exerted her Qinggong to an unprecedented extreme, like a dancing butterfly, frantically avoiding the silver threads in the sky.
…
Just when Li Mochou single-handedly suppressed the two main forces, Lu Nianchou and Hong Lingbo had already rushed out of the front yard.
The Dai family descends from Dai Wei and has three sons and one daughter. There are seventeen grandsons in the third generation and twenty-nine in the fourth generation. They all live in the Dai family compound.
Because everything happened so fast, up to now they only knew that the Scarlet Lian Fairy Li Mochou had come to the house, but they didn't know that Dai Wei was dead.
Seeing that the house was in chaos, the second master Dai Changlu and the third master Dai Changfu gathered together, summoned the guards of the house, comforted the young and old, and finally managed to maintain the situation.
"Third brother, I will bring some people to support father." Dai Changlu saw that everyone had temporarily settled down and ordered: "You are here to protect the old and young in the house. If something goes wrong, you will protect them and retreat from the secret passage."
Dai Changfu did not have the qualifications to practice martial arts. He had always been in charge of the Dai family's tea business and shop. Suddenly he experienced such a big change and his face turned pale.
"Second brother...I..."
Dai Changlu looked at him with a tense expression on his face and his clenched hands turning white. He was obviously very panicked and frightened.
He patted his younger brother on the shoulder and said warmly: "Don't worry, with the two seniors of the Yun family and the Murong family here, and the three of them working together with the father, there won't be any big trouble."
"You are so protective of your family. What I just said was just a precaution!"
When Dai Changfu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Second brother, you must be careful."
Dai Changlu smiled, and the moment he turned around, his expression became extremely cold, and he said in an indifferent tone: "Zhang Wei, Li Xiong, take two teams and follow me."
"Yes, Second Master!"
Dozens of guards were wearing armor and carrying swords, and they shouted in unison, the sound shaking the sky.
"None of you have to leave!"
At this moment, a clear voice came from far away, and two figures rushed towards them in the wind and snow, and they were close in the blink of an eye.
