The white ink painting took advantage of the situation and swung the sword diagonally, as if holding a heavy pen weighing more than a thousand kilograms, from bottom to top, with heavy, thick ink and colorful strokes! With one successful move, you can instantly switch from defense to offense.
Sikong Zhenjiu seemed to be shocked, and his sword technique also changed at the same time, becoming like spring water, endless. But he took a defensive stance.
The white ink painting looks like a leisurely writing and painting, but it actually has such great power! Qin Mengyao couldn't help but feel relaxed and happy watching this kind of strange martial arts, and couldn't take her eyes away.
There is also Sikong Zhenjiu's majestic sword moves. The continuous meaning in the sword skills has become obvious. Even those who don't know martial arts can see it, as if they are truly flowing. generally! It is almost as good as the white ink painting. It is really amazing and breathtaking!
It even gave Qin Mengyao a strange illusion: that is, the two of them were not engaged in a life-and-death struggle at this time, but were showing people a gorgeous visual feast. Unfortunately, Qin Mengyao was the only audience present.
The two of you, Sikong Zhenjiu, go back and forth, just like the tip of a needle against a wheat awn. They try to show off each other's tricks. Either you attack and I defend, or you defend and I attack, or both of them are attacking and defending each other. But for a while, , none of them could do anything to defeat the other. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had exchanged seventy or eighty moves, and they were still evenly matched, with no winner or loser!
Sikong Zhen's nine sword techniques suddenly changed, and suddenly it was like a tidal wave in the sea. Wave after wave, wave after wave, the endless offensive unfolded in a mighty manner.
Bai Mohua let out a soft roar, changed his footwork, opened and closed the dagger in his hand, and danced with dragons and phoenixes. It was mysterious and unpredictable, and it was enough to withstand Bai Mohua's offensive. The two people actually formed a situation of equal strength again!
Dang Dang Dang Dang!
The crisp sound of the dagger and silver flute clashing kept ringing like fried beans. The bodies of Sikong Zhenjiu and Bai Mohua were fighting together like butterflies in flowers, flying from the ground to the air, and then from the ground to the air. It hit the ground back from the air, and it was so dark that the sky was dark!
Seeing the fight between the two of them getting more and more intense, she could only stand aside and watch, unable to help at all. Qin Mengyao was always on tenterhooks.
Just when the two of them were engaged in a fierce battle, and the fight was getting fierce, Sikong Yujiu suddenly turned downwards and flew away at high speed away from Qin Mengyao.
"Why don't you leave quickly?!"
While Sikong Yujiu used his body skills to retreat quickly, he also shouted loudly to Qin Mengyao, who was standing not far away in a daze.
His move was obviously a deliberate escape, in order to divert the white ink painting and create time for Qin Mengyao to escape. And when Sikong Yujiu saw Qin Mengyao still standing there indifferent, he couldn't help but give a reminder.
Seeing that Sikong Zhenjiu was in the middle of a battle with him, he suddenly "ran away" for no reason. Although Bai Mohua was very puzzled by his strange behavior, how could he easily miss such a good opportunity? !
If the tiger doesn't show its power, you think I'm a sick cat! Do you really think I am so trustworthy? !
He vowed to make Sikong Yujiu pay for what he had just done. Only in this way could he relieve the hatred in his heart!
Bai Mo Hua's body flashed and turned into a stream of light that swept towards the direction of Sikong Zhenjiu at an unprecedented speed.
In a battle between masters, the most important thing to avoid is distraction. Once he loses his focus, he will be greeted by an abyss that will never be recovered! He will pay an extremely heavy price for this.
Sikong Zhenjiu made such a low-level mistake just because caring leads to chaos. But for Qin Mengyao's safety, he could no longer care about this much. He was willing to risk everything and had to take a gamble!
I saw Bai Mohua using his amazing light kung fu skills and catching up with Sikong Zhenjiu in an instant. Almost instantly, he flipped upside down and passed over Sikong Zhenjiu's head, landing directly in front of Sikong Zhenjiu.
Bai Mohua and Sikong Zhenjiu struck out almost at the same time, and the silver flute and dagger struck out almost at the same time, each heading straight for their target with a bone-piercing cold power.
"Be careful!"
Upon seeing this, Qin Mengyao let out a panicked cry. I saw her running towards them with brisk steps.
But just when the dagger was about to stab Bai Mohua's neck, Sikong Zhenjiu's eyes suddenly moved, and the arm holding the dagger subconsciously pulled out, and then most of the power condensed on the sword was instantly eliminated.
Sikong Zhenjiu and Bai Mo Hua dodged at the same time, but Sikong Zhenjiu's dagger immediately retreated due to its strength, and Bai Mo Hua's timely and effective dodge did not cause any real damage to Bai Mo Hua.
On the contrary, the silver flute drawn in white ink finally hit Sikong Zhenjiu's waist and ribs. However, because Sikong Zhenjiu dodged, the silver flute did not pierce Sikong Zhenjiu's flesh. Instead, it pierced the shirt he was wearing. Sikong Zhenjiu was also shaken by the aftermath of the power condensed in the white ink painting on his outer robe and fell to the ground.
Kill him while he's injured.
Seeing this, Bai Mo Hua hurriedly stepped forward, holding the silver flute high in his hand, and regrouped the terrifying power to hit Sikong Zhenjiu who fell to the ground before he could get up.
Even if Sikong Zhenjiu had time to get up at this moment, he would not be able to dodge this fatal blow in time, not to mention that he was still lying on the ground.
However, just when his silver flute was less than half a foot away from Sikong Zhenjiu, a white figure came from a distance and suddenly swayed in front of them. Then, an emerald green wooden stick stretched out like lightning, The silver flute that blocked the white ink painting from smashing down easily withstood the fierce offensive of the silver flute and neutralized the terrifying power contained on it.
The person who came was surprisingly Yun Fan! This green wooden stick is naturally the weapon he never leaves behind - the Wuji Stick.
Also arriving later were Ye Ruyan and the death-seeking master.
At this time, Qin Mengyao happened to run over. When Bai Mohua saw her, his eyes narrowed, and then the silver flute in his hand was pressed against her pink neck.
Her "stupid" behavior caused all Sikong Zhenjiu's previous efforts to be in vain!
Originally, she was allowed to take the opportunity to escape, but now, she was sent to the door by herself, once again fell into the hands of Bai Mohua, and once again became a hostage.
Bai Mo Hua's approach is easy to understand. After all, Yun Fan and the others arrived in time, and Sikong Zhenjiu has now added so many helpers. Bai Mo Hua is not a fool. He will not belittle himself, but he will not Toda, with so many people on the other side, he alone is definitely no match, so he must find a talisman as soon as possible.
Of course, this person couldn't be anyone else but Qin Mengyao, who was alone and seemed the least threatening.
This is true. When someone gave him a pillow when he fell asleep, Qin Mengyao would take the initiative to run up to him, which surprised Bai Mohua. However, in this case, he was happy to accept it.
Facing everyone in Yunfan, there was no fear on Bai Mohua's face. He glanced at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Yun Fan, and asked in a deep voice: "Where is Jiang Biling?"
Yun Fan: "..."
"I said, if you can't find Jiang Biling, don't blame me for being rude!" Bai Mohua suddenly looked sideways, looked at Qin Mengyao beside him, and said fiercely.
"Wait a minute, we have found it." Ye Ruyan said softly with an indifferent expression, her voice was extremely gentle and gentle.
"??!!..." Bai Mohua suddenly looked sideways, looking at Ye Ruyan, his lips slowly opened, his eyes trembled, and his mind was confused. Although Ye Ruyan's voice was quite gentle, it sounded like something to Bai Mohua. Every word of Tianyin was shocking and soul-stirring, making him feel like he was falling into a dream. It was simply unbelievable!
The silver flute drawn in white ink that was originally placed across Qin Mengyao's neck quietly fell down at some point. He stood there without moving for a long time, like a petrified statue... for a long, long time.
After a long, long time, which seemed like a century, the white ink painting finally moved. He lifted his steps lightly and followed Yun Fan and the others like a puppet on strings, just walking, walking...
Along the way, Bai Mo Hua remained silent, while Yun Fan and Sikong Zhenjiu were also quite knowledgeable and did not speak, let alone disturb him.
Finally, the group of them stopped in front of a roadside refreshment shop not far from Shilipo.
Bai Mo Hua stared at it, and soon Bai Mo Hua noticed the beautiful figure of a woman wearing coarse clothes and dressed as a peasant woman.
This woman is extremely familiar to Bai Mo Hua. It can be said that this woman is the culprit that caused his miserable life. He will never forget her appearance in his life.
That's right, this woman was clearly the Jiang Biling he had been searching for to no avail, the one he recognized even when she turned to ashes!
When he suddenly saw the smile on her face that could dissolve all worries and unhappiness, Bai Mo Hua seemed to have returned to the scene when he first met her ten years ago.
Just when Bai Mo Hua was about to smile, he saw that Jiang Biling was smiling at the two children on the stool next to her.
Bai Mo Hua's body suddenly trembled slightly as if he had received an electric shock. The beautiful scenes that had just been woven in his mind were instantly shattered. The scenes that appeared in front of him instantly brought him back to this cruel reality.
After so many years, the reason why he tried so hard to find Jiang Biling was because there was still a trace of fantasy in his heart. He thought that Jiang Biling must have had some difficulties to treat him like this. He thought that Jiang Biling still had feelings for him. . He was even imagining that if he could find her, maybe they could renew their relationship and reunite. There was even a glimmer of hope in Bai Mohua's heart; therefore, he wanted to find Jiang Biling and ask questions. He wanted to find out everything that happened back then. , and why did she treat him so cruelly in the first place?
But...when he saw the two children, everything seemed unimportant. Bai Mohua was heartbroken!
A deep mockery appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Bai Mo Hua suddenly woke up. It turned out that he had been deceiving himself and others all along, and everything was just his own wishful thinking and fantasy!
When I looked again, the scene in front of me seemed to have changed. He was completely disappointed in Jiang Biling and completely despaired of his own life.
True despair has no color, no sound. What is more desperate than despair is despair again after giving hope.
