It was hard to imagine that two men and a woman belonging to different camps could come together calmly and still not forget to use their proud charm methods. Her repeated failures only aroused her competitive spirit.
After all, in the eyes of this kind of woman, the world is as black as crows. How can there be a cat that doesn't steal food? Midnight didn't even respond at all, and was not interested in the woman's verbal teasing at all. He stayed at a certain distance and just urged Jiugong Yan to go faster.
Jiugong Yan was not walking slowly. In fact, the reason why she urged her to go to the fighting place in the middle of the night was mainly because she was afraid that the woman who would join her sect would betray her.
There are only two extremes in the world: betrayal and loyalty. If a person is unfaithful once, he will definitely do it a second time and a third time.
Jiugong Yan didn't believe that this little Taoist nun would do anything beyond the plan. After all, in order to survive, she would not hesitate to kill her fellow disciples who she spent time with every day, and in order to show her loyalty, she could stab her former incompetent master more than a dozen times, which shows how ruthless she is.
Jiugong Yan was naturally frightened by the sword energy just now. In the past, many people heard from the old man in my family who knew astronomy and geography that the great luck here in Dazhou was shallow. The sword-controlling skills that were famous in Yunei hundreds of years ago were long gone. The overwhelming momentum that covers the sky and the sun.
But now, with this extremely fierce energy permeating the entire mountain, how could it be called shallow energy?
Speaking of which, with such a method, if the Taoist nun who could betray her fellow disciples and go elsewhere would tell everything out of fear, it would be very bad.
When the time comes to investigate, if the petty thoughts that I have made here out of impulse are revealed, I am afraid that my old man will not think about letting him go in terms of the relationship between husband and wife.
After all, the mother and daughter have been coveting my position for many years, and they are so good at serving others. In the past few years, they have been surrounding their old man, eager to please him like dogs. If they lose power, I am afraid they will be the first to fall into trouble. One kick is a pair of mother and daughter.
As soon as he thought of this, Jiugong Yan's feet moved faster. When it comes to her own interests, this woman from Fuying even regrets that she should not have said such things to Ye Sangeng just now. She should have thought of a way to take a look when the majestic sword energy first appeared.
Then I started to regret that I shouldn't have intervened in this matter. Then I felt that we should have acted together long ago. No matter whether the secret technique that the Taoist nun learned from her old man was powerful or not, she also had Yue Qingfeng on her side, plus the Taishan sect Taoist priest who controlled her mind, four versus three, how can I say They are all guaranteed to win.
The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. In panic, I stepped a little faster and put some distance between my body and my body.
He has always maintained a close distance from Jiugongyan, striving to react as quickly as possible when this woman has any evil intentions. He has been accumulating energy in his palms in the middle of the night, and the energy in his body resonates with Taoist energy. The energy is also running faster than before.
Suddenly, Jiugongyan's figure became faster, and her feet were not slow at midnight. With just one kick, she closed the distance again.
He just thought that this Fuying woman had some evil intentions. How could he have guessed the twists and turns in her heart? After a few ups and downs, he arrived in front of Jiugong Yan. He reached out and pulled her with such force that the woman staggered.
She never expected that someone would attack her without any warning in the middle of the night. Jiugongyan steadied herself and turned her head to curse. However, the moment she opened her mouth, her eyebrows that were originally wrinkled due to impatience opened up again, and she smiled. Asked: "What do you want to do, Third Young Master? Have you changed your mind? You want to follow me..."
"Shut up." He hated hearing such bastard words the most, especially coming from a woman's mouth. Ye Sangen's tone became impatient.
He also did not accept this kind of words and deeds due to the general ethics he had been exposed to since he was a child. For example, when I was with Yue Qingfeng back then, this elder brother-in-law always said nothing but nasty things. How many women were coaxed by this public agent to the point where they wanted to betray him, and they would resist his behavior every night. The first time I heard it, I had to quarrel with him.
Not long after walking, under the cover of trees, I saw Hu Feizhen kneeling on the ground, with more than twenty flying swords pointing at an angle, his two arms were bleeding, and his white robe was already stained with red.
Jiugongyan's feet are fast. From the beginning, she just walked quickly to use her body skills. Ye Sangen also wondered what the woman was so anxious about, and sarcastically said: "Why, are you still rushing for such a thing?" Jiugong Yan quickly rushed in without turning around. In the field.
"Ye San Geng, you are so easy to fool. Don't you know that there is a saying that means surrounding and annihilating them?" Ye San Geng was stunned.
Zhao Ruoshi and Lin Xue were also stunned. Hu Feizhen looked happy. Jiugongyan steadied her figure and kept talking.
"Yagyu Maru, if you don't come out, I will cut off your third leg!"
"Ouch, what a great skill." A strange voice suddenly appeared from behind. The smile on Jiugong Yan's face who turned around to look at the midnight watch was definitely the most comfortable at this hour.
Lin Xue, the woman who was taking care of Shi Gandang, pointed her finger behind her back at midnight, babbling and unable to speak. Zhaoruo Shi Qianqian, who was driving the flying swords, turned his mind at will at the critical moment. With a flick of the sword formula, four flying swords separated from Hu Feizhen, changed their direction, and pierced towards the third watch of the night.
The moment Ye San Geng, who had always been vigilant, heard the sound, he rushed forward, pointing directly at Jiugong Yan, who was two feet away, with his hands pointed like knives. No matter who was behind him, he tried to defeat the enemy first.
But no one expected that with the help of Zhao Ruoshi's flying sword, after the jingling sound ended, the wind started again and hit the back of his head.
From the moment Jiugong Yan opened her mouth to now, it was just a matter of breathing. The person behind him struck with such swiftness that it was impossible to guard against him.
There was no way to hide and nowhere to hide. He exerted force on his feet again in the middle of the night. It was obviously a desperate move. He traded one for one, trying to take down Jiugong Yan even if he was injured.
Jiugong Yan already had the sword in her hand, resting it on her chest, and kept retreating, waiting for him to catch up in the middle of the night and deliver a blow.
Another flying sword broke away from Hu Feizhen's side and stabbed straight away under the control of Zhao Ruoshi. Obviously, the art of wielding a sword in this way consumes his mind, and even if he wanted to step forward to help, he couldn't.
But this time the flying sword was flying in the direction of Jiugong Yan. Surround Wei and rescue Zhao. Naturally, it can't be called encircling Wei and rescuing Zhao. Zhao Ruoshi guessed what he was thinking just by looking at her movements and gave this woman a fatal blow first.
After all, the sound of the wind behind him was still at a certain distance from him. It would not be a big problem to take three or two breaths, but the premise was that he must not stop at midnight.
The three people at three o'clock and one line all broke out at the most astonishing speed at this time, and the flying sword drew a white line even more quickly.
Seeing Zhao Ruoshi's plan, he kicked off his body in the middle of the night and had not landed on the ground. In such a short blink of an eye, he rotated his waist and eyes vigorously and turned over. He relied solely on his ears and did not see the sound of the wind. What is it? Raise your hand and stretch out your fingers like a bag.
Point at the stars. Three fingers, pinched on a wooden ball. The wooden ball was tied to a long whip. The whip was more than two feet long, and the other end was in the hand of a dwarf.
The reason why I say he is a dwarf and not a child is because that old face must be no less than forty years old. It’s okay to be small, but he’s actually hunched over with his chest almost touching his knees, which is really scary.
Naturally, he didn't mean to look down on this kind of person. The surprise on his face in the middle of the night was largely still his old face.
The road is full of potholes and scars, as if the mountain road has been trampled back and forth after a rain, and then exposed to the sun for several days after the rain, making the entire road even more uneven.
If the road is uneven, someone will shovel it, but no one will take a second look at this face. Of course, except for Jiugong Yan, who speaks dirty words and has no obedience or four virtues that women should do.
Ye San could hear clearly that just now Jiugong Yanke said that he wanted to clip off Yagyu Maru's third leg. How come people have three legs?
How can any living creature with legs have three legs? This ugly dwarf named Yagyu Maru is a human being, so naturally he cannot have three legs. The answer is obviously ready to come out.
Could this be Jiugongyan's back-up man, the person she calls her old man? Ye Sangen cursed secretly, aiming at the face that he dared not compliment, but also at Yue Qingfeng.
To be able to wear the shoes of such a person, Yue Qingfeng can be considered a middle-aged person. The wooden ball in his hand only stayed for a breath, and bounced back to him under the skill of the dwarf Yagyumaru, like a long black snake, waiting for an opportunity to move.
This was completely unexpected. Ever since he mastered the Star Finger, the strength of these three fingers has become stronger.
The Star Finger technique belongs to the Tang sect in Sichuan. It is naturally also a secret technique that was won by fighting in various places at night. This technique is used to extend hidden hair. As you raise your hand and wave your hand, you can use three fingers to pick, peel, flick, hook or pinch. The movements are dexterous and closely coordinated. It is said that you can snap a green bamboo as thick as your arm with one finger when you reach the state of perfection.
Naturally, I haven't reached this state yet, but I have tried playing walnuts, one by one, and it's pretty good.
Such an astonishing force was easily broken by the dwarf with just a flick and a snap, which shows this person's skill.
After all, no one with thirty years of experience would dare to take on this delicate job of bolting wood with the tip of a whip. Jiugong Yan, who blocked the flying sword behind his back, and the other six people who were divided into three groups in the field were at each other's throats. There was a smile that couldn't be hidden in his voice: "Yagyu Maru, why are you here?" He was hunched over as if he was deep. Yagyumaru, who was equally powerful with his unpredictable skills, smiled, with a wretched face,
"Why, you don't want me to come? Are you afraid that I will delay your good deeds?" Jiugongyan, who is not a womanly woman, seems not to be ashamed but to be proud of it, and she shows even more enchantment.
"I'm afraid you're just looking for me to do good things." There was a burst of laughter, obviously he didn't mean what he meant. Yagyumaru's smile was even more unpleasant, and he swung his long whip,
"Then after we finish dealing with them, I'll let you beg for mercy." As soon as he finished speaking, the wooden ball at the tip of the whip rose into the air, like a snake coming out of its hole to spit out a message and nod its head, directly hitting the eyebrows, chest, and sea of Qi in the middle of the night. .
In the middle of the night, he dodged and dodged one by one, and took three steps back to reach the confrontation between Zhao Ruoshi and Hu Feizhen.
Knowing that the wielder of this kind of whip was no ordinary person, Ye San didn't dare to raise his hand, so he turned back and grabbed a flying sword, no longer evading, and rushed forward.
Yagyumaru's wrist is drawn in a circle, and the whip is circled in a circle. The wooden ball is more like a long snake spitting messages, as if it has eyes. Every time it comes out of the hole, it goes straight to the vital point of the night.
The long sword in his hand is used as a knife, and he can chop and chop with ease. The key is that he can't get close, which is indeed a bit annoying.
Yesan didn't like this kind of defense even more. In his opinion, it was the same as an incompetent person who couldn't fight back. Such cowardice was not what a man would do.
The long sword in his hand bounced off the wooden ball several times, and he made a sound with one hand behind his back in the middle of the night.
"Borrow the sword", Zhao Ruoshi, who was always watching the fight in the field, waved his fingertips, and this time it was the white-headed wooden sword that flew away.
Seeing Zhao Ruoshi take action, Jiugong Yan decided to test it after careful consideration. When I came up, I was so scared that I didn't dare to move. If word spread, my reputation would be ruined.
Keeping an eye on the flying swords hanging in mid-air, which suddenly dropped to a dozen, Jiugong Yan started to attack with his two swords.
Here, the two swords were facing each other with the long whip, and each night they defended and attacked to close the distance, making Yagyumaru look serious.
Over there, the two swords were flying against each other. Zhao Ruoshi recalled the big sword and stood at his side. His fingers swung the sword, and his left hand frequently changed sword techniques. The long swords flew like water sleeves, making it difficult to distinguish between the two swords.
Just at this moment, another person rushed down from the mountain, shouting loudly as if he was impatient.
"Run! Someone is coming!"
