Bai Yutian heard Zhang Yan'er's cough. Just as he had time to be distracted and before he could take a look, the arm holding the sword was pricked into a key point by the man in black's silver needle. Not having deep internal strength, he almost threw away the mahogany sword in his hand. He also saw the man in black stabbing his own acupuncture point with a needle. In a moment of urgency, he jumped out of the battle ring.
To force back Bai Yutian, a powerful enemy, the man in black was one against two, and his skills were much faster in an instant. One needle was stabbed into Xie Mubai's chest, forcing him to retreat. Another needle was used to neutralize Bao Dalei's swift sword thrust, and then stabbed into his acupuncture point.
Bao Dalei dodged and hid. Although the silver needle didn't hit his center point, his right arm that was holding the sword was not spared and the sword fell to the ground. If Xie Mubai hadn't stabbed the man in black quickly with his sword, forcing the man in black to focus on one thing and not the other, he probably wouldn't have even had the chance to leap back.
Four against one, three against one, two against one, all are no match for the man in black. Xie Mubai is injured, how can he be his opponent against the man in black alone. He only thrust out two swords, the first sword pierced the air, and as soon as the second sword was unfolded, a silver needle pierced a key point on his wrist. The sword fell to the ground, facing the silver needle coming towards him, he panicked and jumped back.
How could the man in black miss such an opportunity? I saw a figure flashing forward, like a ghost, and the silver needle pointed at Xie Mubai's eyes.
Bai Yutian shouted that something was wrong. In desperation, he quickly waved his left hand and shot a silver needle into the temple of the man in black.
The man in black could see in six directions, and his ears could hear in all directions. He noticed a small ray of light coming towards him, and had a bad premonition. In order to avoid the light, he stopped in the air and had to give up his attack on Xie Mubai.
Bai Yutian's inner strength is superb, and the silver needles he shoots are as fast as lightning. If the opponent cannot avoid them when he strikes, it will be difficult for him to avoid them. Although the man in black was extremely agile, he was still a step too late. The silver needle missed his temple, but entered from his left nose and exited from his right nose. It flashed past his eyes and landed ten steps away.
The man in black was frightened and felt his nose was sore and numb. He touched it and saw blood stains on his fingers. He shouted angrily: "Who taught you this needle?"
Bai Yutian joked: "Take off the black cloth on your face and I will tell you."
Wearing a black cloth, we are afraid that others will recognize our identity and it will be detrimental to us. Unless you are inferior to others, lose the ability to resist, and are forcibly removed by others, how can you take it off on your own?
"Shameless." The man in black shouted angrily, and his figure flashed and turned into a ball of black smoke, which swept towards Bai Yutian with the swift wind.
Bai Yutian's right arm had been stabbed by a silver needle in a key point, and he had not yet recovered. He wanted to use his left hand to help hold the mahogany sword steady to face the enemy, but unexpectedly the man in black saw his left hand move and dodged to the left. Bai Yutian understood immediately and gave up using the mahogany sword to face the enemy. He chose to wave his left hand non-stop, pretending to fire silver needles.
The man in black really believed it, dodging left and right for fear of not being able to catch up. When Bai Yutian waved his left hand more than ten times in a row, there was no light. He knew that Bai Yutian was teasing him, and he was shocked. Suddenly he became angry from embarrassment. He could no longer see Bai Yutian's left hand waving and just rushed forward.
Virtual and real, real and virtual. Bai Yutian retreated while continuing to wave his left hand. When the man in black approached him, only an arm's length away, he accidentally shot a silver needle.
When the man in black saw the bright light, he was startled and hurriedly dodged, but the distance was too close and he was already out of reach. He was hit by a needle in his chest and his breath was not smooth. He screamed softly and stopped.
Seeing this, Bai Yutian stopped and asked curiously: "Your martial arts are astonishing to the world. I wonder which sect you come from?"
The man in black straightened his body, his clothes stretched out, and the silver needle came out of his body and shot towards Bai Yutian, taking the opportunity to move backwards. His movements were as coherent as flowing clouds and flowing water, and no one could tell that he was in any way a sign of failure.
"A Thread of Needle" is about sending and receiving freely. Bai Yutian caught the silver needle and was about to catch up. The man in black was already several feet away, so he had to give up.
Seeing that the man in black was running away, Zhang Yan'er ran over quickly and said, "Brother Bai, are you okay?"
Bai Yutian touched his cheek and throat, and when he saw just a drop or two of blood, he smiled and replied, "It's okay."
The twenty or so heroes were puzzled and extremely disappointed when they saw the man in black running away without fighting even though he was clearly stronger than Bai Yutian. But the boat was already done, and there was no need to stay. He quickly turned around, got on his horse, and drove away. The dust was raised all the way, and it was difficult to dissipate for a long time.
Seeing this, Bai Yutian put Tao Mu into her sheath, took Zhang Yan'er's hand, and asked Xie Mubai and Bao Dalei, "Senior, are you okay?"
Xie Mubai remained silent, and Bao Dalei smiled and replied: "It's just a little scratch, it's okay." He walked with Xie Mubai towards the pergola, and Bai Yutian followed behind holding Zhang Yan'er.
Zhuo Yifei led Hu Yanqing and walked beside Bai Yutian. Thinking of the sharp acupuncture skills of the man in black, he felt frightened and asked softly: "Your silver needles can only be used as hidden weapons. How can his silver needles be used as weapons?" ?”
Bai Yutian smiled faintly and said: "If you are willing, use the sword in your hand as an iron pestle, grind it into a needle, and then develop a set of needle techniques to attack the opponent. You can also use it as a weapon."
Zhuo Yifei smiled slightly and said: "Every inch is longer, and every inch is stronger. A silver needle, without the backing of mellow internal strength, can be as fast as lightning and thunder, but it may not be able to defeat the three-foot long sword in my hand."
Bai Yutian smiled happily and said: "That's right, Zhuo Yifei. You have practiced your swordsmanship to the extreme. When fighting, you don't let your opponent take advantage of it. How can a three-foot long sword be no match for a two- or three-inch sword?" The silver needle. Just calm down and learn the off-hand sword technique of the Huangshan Sword School, which is more practical than anything else."
Hu Yanqing said: "But today, you are four against one, and your reputation is almost in jeopardy. How do you say this?"
Bai Yutian took a deep breath and said: "Old man Xie's internal injuries have not healed, and he is a little uncomfortable eating and sleeping. It is already not easy to fight with a sword against such a master. Although Bao Daxia has superb swordsmanship, this is the first time he has met It is reasonable for an opponent like this who uses silver needles as weapons to be uncomfortable for a while. As for your husband Zhuo Yifei, you are ignorant and ignorant, and your sword skills still need to be sharpened."
Hu Yanqing asked back: "What about you? It is said that there are no empty soldiers under a great reputation, and there are no weak soldiers under a strong general. Why can't you say that your master, who is known as the Sword Demon, is just a name for himself?"
Zhang Yan'er interjected: "Sister Qing, there is no need for you to beat around the bush and talk about Brother Bai."
Hu Yanqing smiled and said: "What did I say about him? Seeing is believing. Why can't I say that when I teach my son, I am afraid that my son will learn all the skills. A young person is better than a good person. He hides and hides others. He is not doing his best. .”
Bai Yutian smiled and said: "That's not the case. My father taught my son. He was afraid that I would not learn the good things with all his heart. He taught me step by step without saying anything, and he taught me from ear to ear. He is a role model for teachers and students."
The four of them came to the dining table and sat down. Hu Yanqing said, "You haven't fought against the man in black today, so your father can't fight against him either?"
Xie Mubai said: "What nonsense are you talking about! I have a three-foot long sword in my hand, and this little silver needle can't get close to him at all."
Zhuo Yifei said: "Master, why can't Xiaobai do it? Father and son practice the same swordsmanship."
Xie Mubai drank a glass of water and wine with Bao Dalei and Lei Zhenxiang, and said: "A general who is truly good at fighting must first learn the art of war, and then hone it on the battlefield. After experiencing hundreds of battles and being knowledgeable, When other people's skills can be transformed into your own skills, and you can adapt to all changes by remaining unchanged, it will naturally no longer be an empty talk that sounds good."
Bai Yutian picked up the wine pot, filled the wine glasses of Xie Mubai, Bao Dalei, and Lei Zhenxiang, toasted one, and said happily: "Listen, the elders' words are very reasonable. Why is it that the master teaches the disciples before the disciples leave the master? , not an apprentice teacher. Just because the master not only has the skills passed down from top to bottom, but also has his own rich experience." After drinking the wine in the glass, he continued: "What is there a saying? Oh, by the way. I You’ve crossed more bridges than you’ve walked.”
Zhuo Yifei stood up, filled the wine glass on the table, saluted the audience, and said cheerfully: "Let's raise a toast together... You have crossed more bridges than I have walked."
Everyone laughed heartily, raised their glasses together, and drank the wine, which was a great pleasure.
The food has been served long ago, and except for one or two soups, the water is still warm and almost cold. There was no need to worry about burning their mouths, everyone regarded hunger as a close friend and tried their best to meet all their requests, gobbling them down just to have enough to drink and eat.
The sun was turning to the west, and Huangshan was only thirty miles away. Bao Dalei and Lei Zhenxiang wanted to say goodbye, but failed to do so. They followed the large group of people to Huangshan, only for Bai Yutian to mediate, while Ximen Qing, Gui Haiming and others tried to deal with them. The previous behavior chose forgiveness, and it was better to accept multiple friends than multiple enemies. Bao Dalei and Lei Zhenxiang also felt the same.
Because Bao Dalei misses his old love, Lei Zhenxiang's skills are not as good as others, the men in black are outnumbered, and Bai Yutian refuses to give in, and kills people without even blinking an eye. The heroes who came to block the road have decided to leave, and no one Return. The road to Huangshan was smooth for a while, and the sun was a lot warmer, and the cool breeze in the mountains and forests was blowing non-stop. Everyone was enjoying themselves along the way, except for laughter and the sound of slapstick, which was pleasant to the ears.
