Bai Yutian said: "That's good, just do whatever you want, whatever you use will count."
The big man took a step forward, hummed and said with a smile: "Don't block the way, don't block the way. If you block the way today, you will die."
Bai Yutian smiled and said: "Since you don't stand in the way, those who stand in the way will die. It is not a pity to die."
The big man yelled: "Anyone who gets in the way will die." He suddenly raised the steel knife in his hand and struck Bai Yutian head-on.
Bai Yutian moved to the right, unsheathed the Weeping Blood Sword, and saw a white light flashing in front of the big man's right wrist. With a few soft sizzling sounds, the big man missed his sword, and the tiger skin wristband on his right wrist fell to the ground, like a fallen palm.
"Thank you for showing mercy." The big man took a step back, the blade of the knife hung upside down, and he held the handle of the knife in his fist.
Bai Yutian cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "You and I are strangers to each other, and there is no enmity between us, far or near, as it should be."
The big man smiled and said: "Your sword skills are exquisite, but Fan's sword is clumsy, so I am willing to be defeated." He turned and walked towards the pergola.
Mo Lianning saw that Bai Yutian was benevolent and not someone who liked to kill, so he had some good feelings in his heart. He raised his hands and said: "Friend Mo, it is very rare for you to be so capable. If you make more friends and fewer powerful enemies, your reputation will be better." The rivers and lakes are the best in martial arts, and the future is promising. Why should you meddle in other people's business, make enemies of us, and suffer damage here? "
Bai Yutian smiled and replied: "Master Mo, if you have the ability to do good things, it is called a simple effort; if you are incapable of doing bad things, it is called showing off your strength. It is a matter of justice, not a trivial matter. Let alone a simple effort, you should do it even if you show off your strength and ability." Furthermore, if you cannot distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil, even if you become famous in the world and dominate the martial arts world, you will only end up with the likes of Zhao Mingxiu and Zhao Chujiong, notorious, and heroes from all walks of life will attack them."
Mo Lianning laughed and said: "The Master has a saying: 'A gentleman has something to do and something not to do. He knows what he can do and does it; he knows he can't do it but doesn't do it. This is what a gentleman should do and what he should not do.' .Friend Mo, could it be that you don’t even listen to Master’s words? Isn’t it too arrogant and rude?”
Bai Yutian said: "Mo Daxia, Master's words are reasonable; the actions of future generations will be effective. Doing it if you don't know what can't be done is a fool; not doing it if you know it can't be done is a virtuous thing; doing it if you know it can't be done" That is, to become a saint. Master, the reason why he becomes a saint is simply to 'understand his principles and understand his responsibilities in his heart; to have his abilities and shoulder his responsibilities; to strengthen his actions and fulfill his responsibilities', so as to benefit future generations."
A man sneered and said, "Mo, do you want to become a saint?"
Bai Yutian said: "Think about it! But if you don't have enough skills, it will be difficult to achieve. Just think about it."
Mo Lianning said: "Friend Mo, are you really going to go all the way to the dark side and meddle in other people's affairs?"
Bai Yutian thought to himself, if you don't take the road, there will be a road but no way; if you don't do things, there will be nothing. If you are determined to move forward, you should move forward courageously. If you are determined to take care of things, you should manage them to the end. How can you give up halfway. So he smiled and replied: "Master Mo, I'm afraid it will be as you wish."
Mo Lianning said with a smile: "In that case, it's useless to talk more, let's just have a showdown to determine the outcome of life and death."
Bai Yutian said: "Please!"
Just hearing the sound of brushing, brushing, brushing, the thirty or so people quickly drew their weapons, twenty or so people attacked Bai Yutian, and ten or so people attacked Feng Wanli, Dong Xiaowan and the other five people.
When Shi Qinghua saw the enemy coming, he jumped off the table and bench and pressed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Before he could draw his sword, two people jumped over to him. They raised their legs and kicked him into a somersault. He flew several feet away and fell to the ground. In the bush, my mind was in turmoil. He thought to himself: "Although these two people kicked with great force, how come my lower body is so light and I don't have any strength at all?" I struggled to sit up, and suddenly the intestines in my abdomen turned, and soon it was like a knife on fire. The pain was unbearable, making it difficult for him to move even a step.
In shock, he guessed that he had been poisoned, but he only drank two cups of tea. Where did the poison come from? I could hear the clanging sound of weapons clashing in front of the store, and saw that the four masters, uncle, senior sister, and junior sister were already fighting with the ten people. They seemed to be out of power between offense and defense, and seemed to be poisoned. Fortunately, they were focused on the conversation between the escort and the group of men and forgot to drink tea. At most, they drank one cup.
It was now noon, the sun was shining like a ray, reflecting the light of swords and swords, and the shadows of people were moving around.
Shi Qinghua's eyes were shaken so hard that he felt sore in his chest. He thought to himself: "The master is in trouble today. As the master's eldest disciple, I can only lie on the ground helplessly. I can't even exert half my strength. I'm left to the master and the master." My uncle was bullied, and my senior sister and junior sister were slaughtered by others. I really don’t deserve to be a man.” I wanted to rush forward to show off my skills and defeat the powerful enemy. But the abdominal pain was unbearable, and even if he could go forward, it would be useless except for being defeated and distracting the master. Thinking of this, he lay down with peace of mind. His energy immediately sank into his dantian, and he slowly circulated his true energy through the meridians throughout his body, dispersing the poison.
Cui Yingying and A Zhu were fighting side by side with a big man holding a short spear. The big man's marksmanship was agile and nimble. Cui Yingying was suffering from the difficulty in moving her Dantian Qi freely. She used three moves of "Jade Rabbit Pounding Medicine" to barely block the man. offensive. I saw the man use his short gun, the red tassel on the gun fluttered out, and it was like a dazzling flower. With a pop, it stabbed Cui Yingying in the right shoulder. A Zhu stabbed twice with his sword, forcing the man to take a step back and shouted: "Senior sister, are you okay?" Cui Yingying said: "It doesn't matter!" After stabbing out the sword, her steps were already staggering.
The man let out a long laugh, crossed the handle of the gun, and hit A Zhu on the waist with a loud slap.
A Zhu threw the sword with his right hand and squatted down in pain.
Cui Yingying was shocked. She immediately grabbed the sword and thrust out with the sword. The tip of the sword was only extended a foot, and her inner strength was completely gone. Her right arm immediately hung down limply.
When the man saw the sword coming, he was about to dodge sideways and then shoot her back. Unexpectedly, Cui Yingying's sword hit her less than a foot, and her arm dropped. Although the man was slightly surprised, without thinking about it for a moment, he swept his left leg across and kicked Cui Yingying away.
With a bang, Cui Yingying fell more than two feet, her ears were ringing, her eyes were dizzy, and she was unable to move for a while. He opened his eyes and saw that A Zhu had been kicked out by the man and fell to the ground like himself.
In the blink of an eye, the three men subdued Shi Qinghua, Cui Yingying, and A Zhu, and surrounded Feng Wanli and Dong Xiaowan. It became a situation where Feng Wanli fought against seven people alone, and Dong Xiaowan fought against three enemies.
Dong Xiaowan and a man were heard shouting in unison, and their legs were injured at the same time. The man retreated. Although Dong Xiaowan lost a strong enemy in front of him, he was slashed hard on his leg and the injury was really serious. After a few more moves with the other two, he was hit on the shoulder by the enemy's knife and fell to the ground exhausted. The two men smiled happily, hurriedly tapped a few acupuncture points on her vest, and surrounded Feng Wanli.
Ten people gathered around Feng Wanli, and four masters stood in all directions to fight Feng Wanli. The remaining six people had broken weapons in their hands, shaking them constantly, and the reflected sunlight shot into Feng Wanli's eyes.
Although Feng Wanli's internal strength is deep and his swordsmanship is excellent, his old wounds have not healed. Although he is not deeply poisoned, his inner breath is not smooth. Moreover, the four people he is fighting are all good players. Six rays of light are shining directly in his face from time to time, making it difficult to open his eyes. . He knew that he was doomed today, but he still wielded his sword to guard the door. His strength was long and his sword skills were precise. When the light hit him, he lowered his eyes, and the four enemies could not do anything to him for a moment.
A man shouted loudly: "Feng Wanli, do you know your mistake or not? Do you admit it or not? Do you surrender?"
Feng Wanli said loudly: "Feng would rather die than surrender. If you want to kill, then kill him. Don't talk nonsense."
The man said: "If you don't surrender, that's fine. I'll cut off your junior sister's right arm first." As he spoke, he lifted up a ghost-headed sword with a thick back and thin blade. Under the sunlight, the blade emitted a faint blue light, and the blade faced each other. Aiming at Dong Xiaowan's shoulder.
Feng Wanli hesitated in his heart: "Should I let my junior sister lose an arm?" But then he thought: "If I abandon my sword and surrender, I will be bullied and humiliated by them. How can the remaining aura of my Biluo Lake be ruined in my hands?" Suddenly Taking a deep breath, with a solemn expression on his face, he swung his sword and struck at the man on the left.
The man raised his sword to block, but he didn't know that this sword was accompanied by all of Feng Wanli's cultivation and was so powerful that the sword was knocked back by the long sword. One sword and one sword struck his right arm at the same time, and his right arm suddenly became two Cut, blood splattered everywhere. The man yelled and fell to the ground.
Feng Wanli succeeded with one move, his blood was full of courage, and with a sneer of his sword, he inserted the left leg of another man. The man yelled and retreated. There were two less people fighting against him, but the situation did not ease up. Suddenly, there was a pop, and he was hit with a hammer on his vest. He struck with three swords in a row before driving the enemy away. He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.
The eight men cheered in unison: "Feng Wanli is injured, let's tire him out first."
The six people outside the circle saw that they had a good chance of winning, so two people joined the battle circle and expanded the circle. As a result, Feng Wanli had no chance to take advantage of him.
Their accents were mixed, from both north and south, and their martial arts skills were even more mixed. It was obvious that they were not members of two or three sects. But there is a deep understanding between offense and defense, and it is by no means a temporary gathering. What is the origin? Feng Wanli really couldn't guess. The most surprising thing is that none of these ten people are weak in martial arts. With Feng Wanli's extensive experience in the martial arts world, he should not be able to recognize even one of these ten martial arts masters, but he still can't figure it out. The only thing that was certain was that these people had never fought against him and had no grudges against him. Could it be that he was really sent by Zhao Mingxiu?
Feng Wanli was thinking in his heart, but he was unremitting in his hands. He tried his best to display his cultivation throughout his life, and the end of the sword tip glowed faintly.
After more than ten moves, another man was hit by a sword on his shoulder, and the steel whip in his hand fell to the ground. Another man outside the circle grabbed it and took him out.
The replacement was holding a serrated knife with a heavy blade and a curved hook on the blade. He kept grabbing the long sword in Feng Wanli's hand.
Feng Wanli's internal strength became weaker and weaker, but his pride grew stronger as he fought. Suddenly, he hit someone in the chest with his left hand.
With a click, both of the man's ribs were broken, and the Ghost-headed Sword in his hand immediately fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, this man was surprisingly brave. When his ribs were broken, the pain was so heartbreaking that he aroused great rage. He rolled in on the ground, opened his arms and hugged Feng Wanli's left leg.
Feng Wanli was taken aback, swung his sword to strike down his vest, and simultaneously stretched out his sword and sword to block him. Feng Wanli's sword failed to cut down, so he kicked him on the head with his right foot. The man seemed to be a good grappler. He stretched out his left arm and even hugged Feng Wanli's right leg, rolling away. No matter how powerful Feng Wanli was in martial arts, he could no longer stand still and fell down immediately. In an instant, various weapons such as single swords, short spears, long swords, and chain hammers were aimed at Feng Wanli's head, face, throat, and chest at the same time.
Feng Wanli sighed, let go of his hand and withdrew his sword, closed his eyes and waited for death. He felt that acupuncture points on his waist, lower side, throat, and left breast were being touched by heavy hands, and then two men lifted him up to stand up.
A man in his fifties said: "We poisoned you first, and then we combined the strength of ten people to deal with you alone. Four or five people were injured, and then we captured you. Whisper Master Feng Daxia has outstanding martial arts, and he is well-deserved for his reputation. Shan If I fight you alone, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat you even after ten more years of training. Hehe, I admire you, I admire you! But then again, just because of your former fame, we can defeat you with the strength of ten people. There’s light on the face.”
The other men laughed and laughed together.
