Zhongyuan·Junting·East Street
The sound of the flute washed away their tired bodies. Mu Sheng and Ma Qingfeng felt a sense of lightness for a moment, and their movements that had just become slightly heavier began to dance among the medicine men and soldiers.
The two of them tried their best to break through the armored walls and seal the boat's throat. Yun Musheng once again used Kuai Xue Shi Qing. This time he absorbed the spiritual power of all things and melted the Han Che internal power of the human disappearing realm. in it.
"The snow will clear soon, the cold will clear, and all traces of people will disappear!"
A strong wind gathered the ice blades and poured out. The cold wind froze the armored medicine men to the spot. The fierce collision with the ice blades cut them into pieces.
A large hole was opened in the armored formation like an iron wall. Ma Qingfeng took the opportunity to dodge to the side of Lu Xiaochuan in the blink of an eye. The dagger in his hand was about to pierce his throat, but he was turned around and attacked. A strong wind shook the distance.
With a swing of the halberd, the dagger in Ma Qingfeng's hand flew away and hit him on the chest, causing Ma Qingfeng to spit out blood and fall to the ground.
"It seems that even if you healed them and restored their physical strength, the opponent's strong army of medicine men will still be insurmountable?"
Lu Qingjiu, who was in the back, looked nervously at the unacceptable situation in front of him, clutching the corner of his clothes with one hand.
"Don't worry, I'm not the only one here." Miao Xian'er walked down from the broken wall with a flute in hand, a relieved smile on her face.
Lu Qingjiu looked around and couldn't understand why this girl was still so calm in front of all the medicine men and soldiers of Jinghong Hall.
"How come, you brought an army? There is no sound of horse hooves around."
"There are only two people here, but each of them is as strong as Brother Yun and can equal a thousand troops. Moreover, as long as the three of them are together, you will feel inexplicably that no one on the other side will lose."
Yun Musheng, who had just used Kuai Xue Shi Qing Han Che, was panting on the spot. Looking at Ma Qingfeng who was shot down in front of him, he felt extremely anxious because behind the small boat, there seemed to be an endless stream of Yao Renjia. The soldiers rushed over, and this was undoubtedly bad news for Ma Qingfeng, who fell to the ground at this time.
The sharp point of Lu Xiaochuan's big halberd was thrust straight towards Ma Qingfeng's heaving chest. Yun Musheng weakly gathered energy in her palm and swung the blade forward, trying to give Ma Qingfeng some relief. Take final cover.
As the white air blade flew out, two figures suddenly appeared on both sides of Yun Musheng's body and arrived in front of Lu Xiaochuan almost at the same time as the air blade that hit the halberd.
The euphorbia was knocked out of position and landed next to Ma Qingfeng, while Baoju under Lu Xiaochuan suddenly twitched and fell to the ground as if his acupuncture points were tapped.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Young Master Pianpian holding a folding fan, which was placed on the belly of the horse.
Lu Xiaochuan seemed to be good at martial arts, but he was also very smart. He hurriedly stepped on his horse and jumped into the air with a big halberd in hand. Unexpectedly, there was another person behind the handsome young master who jumped up around Lu Xiaochuan like a shadow.
As a black shadow that was more agile than Ma Qingfeng circled in the air, it landed with Lu Xiaozhou. The man in black stood up and blew lightly at Lu Xiaozhou who was kneeling on the ground. The body of the general who was still showing off his power fell to the ground. Above his heart, a black gold dagger reflected dazzling golden light.
"Senior brother Mo Mo, brother Feng Wan, be careful, those medicine men have not fallen!" Following Miao Xian'er's startled words, Mo Yuqing and Feng Wan quickly turned around. In front of them, there was something else they wanted to do. Nearly two to three hundred medicine men and soldiers.
Yun Musheng still didn't stand up. He closed his eyes tightly as if he was sensing something. Suddenly he opened his eyes, took a deep breath and said with a knowing smile: "I caught you."
He then waved the snow in his hand and slashed at the group of soldiers with his sword, "Quick snow, clear sky, soul annihilation!"
A stream of spiritual energy passed through the bodies of the two to three hundred warriors. There were no broken armors or cuts to the flesh, but all the medicine warriors fell down.
"Huh? What's going on?" Miao Xian'er asked curiously.
"These soldiers are all medicine men controlled by voodoo insects. Yun Musheng just slashed through them with his spiritual energy. Although it did not hurt their skin and flesh, it completely chopped up the voodoo bugs in their bodies. Naturally, they lost their motivation. ." At this point, Lu Qingjiu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"You really survived such a serious injury. You are lucky." Feng Wan pulled out the black gold dagger inserted into Lu Xiaochuan's body and said gloomily.
Yun Musheng also smiled and said, unwilling to be outdone: "I can't save my life. Do you want to call me Master Feng?"
The air was silent for a moment. Mo Yuqing opened the folding fan in his hand and snickered while fanning the air. Feng Wan took off his mask and paused for a while before saying quietly with a slight dissatisfaction in his tone: "Call your mother."
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As a group of people were walking on the way to Xiaoyao Hou Mansion, Yun Musheng couldn't help but sigh, after going all the way, they finally entered the Hou Mansion.
It was not because Ma Qingfeng suffered internal injuries that made him soft-hearted, but according to Feng Wan, the location of Xingluo Valley was in the northwest of Junting, which was also within the territory of Jinghong Hall.
And the Jinghong general killed today was the vanguard general of Jinghong Palace. In this way, he completely fell out with Wu'an Jinghong Palace. If he wanted to go to Xingluo Valley, he could only borrow the power of the Hou Mansion. , fought all the way.
Not long after the group left East Street and headed north, they came to the door of a large mansion. I saw a large plaque standing in front of the door, with the four gilded characters "Ding Xiaoyao Hou Mansion" written on it.
There were several guards standing in front of the door, all holding spears and looking majestic. As soon as the group of people reached the door, a young man with a sword came forward and said loudly: "The Marquis has an order, outsiders stop, please come back."
Miao Xian'er frowned and asked, "Do you know who we are?"
The young man holding the sword was still full of complacency and said proudly: "I don't care who you are. My Hou Keye is the Xiaoyao Hou personally conferred by the late emperor. He is the nephew of the current emperor. Now he is in the east of the Weishui River in Junting. This is half of the sky here, how dare you, the nameless men, be so presumptuous!"
At this time, Miao Xian'er also stepped forward unconvinced: "Humph, how dare a mere collateral member of the royal family be so arrogant. We are the people of the current Nanling Princess Li Qinghe!"
The boy didn't seem to believe it, and laughed in a mocking tone: "Hey, you are the princess, and I am the Supreme Emperor. Get out of here, don't force me to whip you with a sword."
"You!" Miao Xian'er was so angry that she couldn't help but take out the belt from her sleeves and whip the boy away. Who knew that the boy had some strength? Xian'er struck with a palm.
"Don't move too much."
The palm was only an inch away from Miao Xian'er's body, but he didn't dare to move any further because the black gold dagger at his throat could kill him at any time.
The boy gently retracted his arm, but Feng Wan still kept the dagger at his throat, and then shouted at him: "Tell your Lord Marquis to come out, there are distinguished guests coming."
"Okay, okay, put the guy down first."
Feng Wan slowly put down the dagger in his hand, and the boy suddenly rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and disappeared in an instant.
"close the door!"
The guard at the door closed the door again, but Feng Wan couldn't stand such teasing. A fleeting figure flashed through the crack in the door the moment the double door closed.
He then continued to chase the boy for a moment. Even the Jie Yue disciples, who had the best hunting skills among the younger generation, were unable to pursue the boy when he was running away.
Although the boy said that he was not good at martial arts, his skills on the feet were really not good at all.
Feng Wan chased the boy over a high wall and saw that inside the wall it looked like a temple. On the altar in the middle, a monk was reciting Buddhist sutras with his eyes closed.
"Old monk Buwu, come and save me, someone wants to kill me!"
The monk Buwu suddenly opened his eyes when he heard this, "Buddha's Seal: Empty Palm!"
A powerful palm wind hit, which made the sprinting Feng Wan unable to defend himself for a while. Even if he tried his best to avoid it, the aftermath was ejected and hit the stone wall.
The monk who was not enlightened was about to replenish his palm, but suddenly found that the man in black who had just fallen next to the stone wall disappeared in the blink of an eye. His legs and feet were no different from that of the young boy.
Suddenly, a dark shadow that was so fast that even an afterimage appeared in the eyes of the ignorant monk surrounded him. The monk was startled and quickly used his moves to counteract it.
"Foyin·Arhat Golden Body!"
For a moment, the extremely fast figure spun the black gold dagger and cut rapidly on the body of the golden-body-protecting Arhat. The sparks that kept coming out frightened the boy beside him so much that his legs went weak. He was very glad that he didn't do it just now. If he were caught by this person, otherwise, he would definitely die without a burial place.
Monk Fuwu gradually discovered that the man in black could not break his golden body, and he began to become more comfortable. However, after a while, the feeling of fear came over again. ,
The figure that was cutting itself so fast began to no longer attack everywhere, but focused on the unenlightened throat and kept drawing out knives, one knives, two knives, a hundred knives, a thousand knives. . .
At this moment, Bu Wu felt a burning sensation in his throat, and the golden body of the Arhat that protected his body seemed to be crumbling like a candle in the wind.
If this continues, sooner or later, his golden body will be broken and his throat will be sealed with a knife. He no longer clings to the golden body to resist, and finally uses all his strength to gather his inner strength and rush towards the surroundings with all his strength.
The man in black was finally shaken out of his body.
"Donor Fengwan?!"
Only then did Monk Buwu see the true face of the man in black. He was none other than Feng Wan, the disciple of Jie Yue who was with him in the crusade against Paradise.
"Old monk, when you slapped me just now, you didn't shout so kindly."
Bu Wu clasped his hands together, bowed to Feng Wan and said, "I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, but I really didn't see the young hero Feng Wan's face just now."
Feng Wan stood up, patted the dust on his body, turned the black gold dagger in his hand again, and said angrily: "You and I don't have to pursue it, but the boy behind you has to let me take his life today, according to the rules of Buddhism I know that I will definitely take him to an uninhabited land, and I will never let your pure land be stained with a drop of blood."
