The person who came was none other than Jiugong Yan, who had dealt with him on the watershed not long ago.
Her origins and identity are unknown, and her motives for pretending to be a good man on the watershed for a long time are also unknown. This mysterious woman from Fuying really made it even more difficult for Ye San at that time.
Now that he met him again in this situation, Ye San had more reason to believe that Mo Wanren was definitely found by this woman with excellent disguise skills.
It was a bit difficult to deal with one person, and now there was another one waiting eagerly around him. In the middle of the night, he was still glad that this dangerous woman did not return to the watershed.
At least, this way, the girl nicknamed Hongyao will not have to face this very scheming woman, which is a blessing.
As smart as Jiugongyan, she naturally understands the hidden meaning of the third watch at night. Sitting on the branch, Jiugong Yan laughed sweetly and said: "I am still thinking about that little girl at this time. Young Master Ye San is really young and beautiful, and his love never grows old easily."
Fully mobilizing the senses, he strives to be meticulous when listening and seeing in the middle of the night, for fear of missing the movements one after another. In response to the woman's teasing, Ye Sangen responded with a chuckle and said: "Thank you for looking up to me, I just don't want such a good girl to be harmed by you. Of course, a dog can't change eating shit, and you can't change doing evil."
The sarcasm in the middle of the night made Jiugong Yan laugh heartily, and it seemed to be of endless use, and said: "Then we will wait for now. I have to go back to Fenshui again to harm that little girl, so that she can go down and become a pair of mandarin ducks with you as soon as possible. Couple."
Ye Sangen chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter if we talk like this, but we can't let outsiders hear it. How will this little girl get married in the future?"
Jiugong Yan, who was overlooking the late night movements from a high position, clicked his tongue and said: "No wonder that girl reluctantly chased her to the riverside before leaving. The third young master is still thinking of others wholeheartedly. Even I am a little obsessed."
Ye Sangen hurriedly said: "No, no, no, I still want to live a few more years."
This sarcasm made the face of Jiugong Yan, who had been smiling all the time, change. It was hard to imagine that she was not angry despite the sarcasm just now. Which weakness did this sentence hit her?
But before Jiugong Yan could speak, Mo Wanren said impatiently: "Are you two done?"
Jiugongyan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, he is waiting for those Taoist priests to come to him. But it's midnight, I might as well tell you, when you entered the dense forest and lost those few people, You just entered the maze arranged by me, and you have already deviated from the direction in the past few quarters. Unless I am willing, no one will find this place."
In the middle of the night, I already felt a little regretful that I had followed him so rashly. Now, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy to get along with him.
To strike first was the advantage, Ye Sangen gathered his energy and jumped up, his body tiptoeing out, and he rushed towards the once powerful Yongzhou Marquis with lightning speed.
Compared to the Jiugong Yan sitting on the tree branch, how strong is this foreign martial artist who is pretending to reach the peak level? At least he still has some confidence in his heart.
It's just that Mo Wanren, who has already regarded the midnight as a turtle in the urn, has already been on guard. A martial artist who has lived for more than a century naturally understands that it takes all the strength for a lion to fight a rabbit, so he does not take it lightly. Faced with that extremely weird movement technique, he does not Block and punch out without any fancy.
For example, outsiders like them, who do not rely on mental skills and only draw a trace of merit and virtue in the world, martial arts are purely about sharpening the muscles and bones and beating the flesh. By the fifth level, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick. It is not as good as the Buddhist Vajra Realm that is difficult to break through with ordinary swords, but it is not far behind compared to the bear in the deep mountains and old forests.
It is said that the most direct way to judge the cultivation level of a martial artist is to look at those ordinary people. A martial artist who is not a martial artist can break it with one punch, and a martial artist who practices Qi can hurt it with one breath. Anyone who has just glimpsed the door can deal with two or three. After reaching the fifth realm, more than a dozen people cannot get close. Before returning to the true state, those masters who are favored by the immortals in the sky and dominate the world with an invincible attitude can rely on the luck of the world to feed them back. It is easy to defend against twenty or thirty enemies. It is not difficult to defend against hundreds of enemies over and over again.
Like Mo Wanren, if he didn't climb the peak and entered the pseudo-peaking realm, he would only have the iron cloth shirt of Kung Fu that is comparable to King Kong.
After enduring a heavy blow in the middle of the night, Mo Wanren grunted in exasperation. The wind in his fist had already touched the opponent. As he thought in his heart, the qi-refining martial artist who killed his grandson was now at a very high level. If it's only two or three seconds away, I'm afraid that I can cause him severe damage in this move.
Sure enough, Ye Sangen, who struck with one hand and held his other arm diagonally in front of his chest to defend himself, did not touch the ground after being hit, and his body was faster than before. In the blink of an eye, he was already ten feet away. Stay away from three or four feet away.
Just dodged the Jiugong Yan that was attacking from above and below.
The attack is fake, but taking the opportunity to escape the encirclement is real.
It has to be said that in the ever-changing situation with the enemy, just a thought can lead to unexpected reversals.
Jiugong Yan, who stabilized his body, was closer to Ye San than Mo Wanren. After landing, he did not turn around from the direction where Ye San was originally facing. He ran away with his back in a weird posture, and it became even weirder after he got up once. He turned around in the air, a cold light suddenly appeared under the moonlight, and the two black daggers in his hands were crossed and twisted towards his neck in the middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, he absolutely didn't want to fight with these two people. When Jiugongyan attacked, he immediately adjusted his posture and flew past at high speed, once again being three or four feet away from them during the ups and downs.
Jiugongyan's smile became even thicker. The circle she arranged was derived from Taoist formations. She just borrowed stones and placed them in several directions to magically trap people in them. Then she used weeds, shrubs and big trees to disrupt the line of sight, as if The Bagua array is not as mysterious as it is. If the person trapped in this simple formation is lucky enough to kick a stone, the formation will be useless.
But it is also mysterious and mysterious.
In a space of more than ten feet in radius, after just a few breaths in the middle of the night, I found that the two people were surrounding each other, never leaving each other.
Jiugong Yan never left her, and even at midnight, she could only rely on her movement skills that were said to be able to chase the wind, but she could only keep the distance within a few feet.
But not only that, there is also a oriole behind in the periphery, and it is necessary to disperse the energy to prevent sneak attacks.
Mo Wanren, a foreign martial artist, could not compare with the Qi Refining Warrior's effortless step-two-foot step, so he allowed Jiugongyan to fight with Ye Sangen while he swept the formation from the outside, striving to be the first to expose his opponent's flaws. Time delivers the fatal blow.
Blindly escaping was not an option, Ye Sangeng's mind raced, and after getting to a relatively safe distance from Mo Wanren, his forward momentum stopped abruptly, he gathered his energy in his hands and struck out boldly, hitting Jiugong Yan who was speeding towards him.
The foreign martial artist suffered serious external injuries. A single punch or kick would result in a broken leg or broken arm. It is not impossible for the bones to shatter with all his strength. He paid attention to making his opponent incapacitated.
Qi refining martial arts can seriously injure people internally. Under the attack, the energy in the body will penetrate into the opponent's body as the two come into contact, causing damage to the internal organs and blocked meridians.
Each has its own merits and demerits, but at its root, it is nothing more than making the opponent lose its combat effectiveness.
Ye Sangeng's only thought at the moment was that even if he was stabbed twice, he would have to risk his life to injure Jiugong Yan first. At least Mo Wanren, whose physical skills were not as good as his own, Ye San was more confident that he could fight at long distances for a long time. Find opportunities to injure the enemy while running away.
It's just that although there was no warning when he suddenly took action in the middle of the night, Jiugong Yan, who had been hanging behind him, was very alert. When he turned around in the middle of the night, he was alert, with two short knives about ten inches close to his forearms. , one up and one down stacked in front of the body, in an attempt to control the enemy with their sharp edges.
The opponent's reaction was so quick, but he was unexpected in the middle of the night. The energy in his body moved quickly, and the breath in his palms moved a group of energy. The dead leaves swirled under his feet and gathered into a tornado, and he rushed towards Jiugong Yan first.
Jiugongyan couldn't help but frown. There was no such thing as her in Fuying, but the practice method that had just spread in recent years also made her somewhat unable to pick up sesame seeds and drop watermelons. What she didn't want to see the most right now was It is a Qi-refining warrior who uses Qi to fight against the enemy, so that he can stay close and not miss the opportunity.
Changing from defense to offense, Jiugong Yan held up his hands and raised his swords, breaking through the pillars made of dead leaves and weeds. In the next blink of an eye, the sword in his right hand was held by the opponent.
Since he didn't know much about Zhongtu's ever-changing methods, Jiugong Yan struck with his other hand, not hoping to hurt the enemy, but just hoping to make the opponent withdraw his hand.
At the same time, Mo Wanren was striding towards him behind him. The offensive sound was so loud that Jiugongyan didn't even bother to draw his sword and quickly let go to avoid it.
Mo Wanren then saw that Mo Wanren had found a log as thick as half a man at some point, held the porcelain stick in his hands one after another, and smashed it down from the air.
Split Huashan with force.
The hand holding the sharp edge of the dagger did not move back. He let go of the dagger with two fingers and dropped it, holding it on his backhand to face the powerful and heavy attack. The other hand caught the dagger in mid-air. He exerted force on his waist and eyes at the same time. He was so angry that he slammed into Mo Wanren's arms. The dagger came out of the hole like a snake and slashed towards the empty door on the opponent's chest.
Even Jiugong Yan was quite surprised by Mo Wanren's fighting style.
Probably believing in the power of his head-on blow, Mo Wanren shouted loudly, and the log was castrated even more, and it had already hit the hand of midnight.
As expected, Midnight's body popped out with a bang, flew a full three to four feet away, hit the book, and fell to the ground.
A mouthful of blood spurted onto the ground. Looking at the blood on the short knife, Ye San was even more grateful to have succeeded at the last moment.
Mo Wanren was staggering while leaning on the log. His shirt was wide open on his chest, and there was blood dripping from his left waist to his right armpit.
Jiugong Yan stood still and did not move. Mo Wanren, whose voice was trembling with pain, urged her, but the Fuying woman did not show any reaction. There was no expression on her pretty face. It could not be said that she was frightened to death. And the method of survival is to fight for one's life between two people.
"Jiugong Yan, take advantage of the moment!"
Mo Wanren gritted his teeth. Although there was a knife wound on his chest, the energy running through his body told him that if he took any further action, he would probably lose more than he gained.
"He hasn't replied yet, and now his vitality has been damaged. He will definitely not be your opponent." Mo Wanren gasped, and in the next moment he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to his knees.
Jiugongyan was naturally not afraid. She turned back and put the short knife on her waist. She looked at the young man who had stood up and asked, "Why does it feel different from just now?"
Shaking his extremely sore left shoulder, Ye San was able to conclude that this arm was definitely not just a simple fracture and dislocation. The tearing sensation in the shoulder caused heartbreaking pain just from a slight shake, but the arm did not react at all. I couldn't even feel the fingers of my left hand that came in contact with that brazen blow.
Don't break it.
He shook the short knife in his hand, and as expected, the blood drops that should have splashed out still remained on the blade, which was obviously not a sharp blade.
Wiping it on his clothes, he grinned softly in the middle of the night, his white teeth turning red.
The night is deep, the moonlight is like frost, and the blood is as dazzling as flowers.
"You really shouldn't have let me hold the knife."
Like a flood that bursts its dykes, the energy in this small world suddenly surged. There was a surge of energy in the surrounding area, and the mountain wind calmed down.
"If you have a knife in your hand, it will release the shackles that we, the swordsmen of the Mortal Tomb, are born with."
The Qi machine rises again and again, just like the dark clouds covering the moon are also restrained by this.
"I have a knife..."
The mountain wind suddenly rises, covering the sky and covering the earth, reaching straight into the sky.
Under the vertical and horizontal sword energy, it was torn apart within a few feet.
"Straight up to the sky!"
The power of this sword seemed to penetrate the whole world.
