The arrogance and eccentricities of the true immortals, their pretentiousness, their pretense of madness and their stupidity are ten times better than those of ordinary people. Wei Shiqi didn't know how much he had seen, and he only cared about asking for trouble. He asked, "Are you here for Xia Yun?"
"The more you know, the more dangerous it will be for you!" The young man became more and more satisfied with himself. Such incisive words could not be uttered by ordinary people in the world! That generation only knew how to fight and kill, and would end up being a thug in the end. It was not like him who became an incense master at a young age and then rose up the ranks in the future, at least to be in charge of one branch.
Wei Shiqi shook his head, picked up his sword and stepped forward, not hiding his hostility. The young man was a little confused. Even after talking about this, he didn't know whether to advance or retreat. It seemed that he would not look back until he hit the south wall. He pulled out the long sword with his backhand, and there was a clear "choi rang" sound, followed by a lingering sound. The light of the sword rose into the sky, and the world was filled with bleak killing intent. Sure enough, the arrogant person still has some skills. This "sword drawing style" integrates both internal and external, and is both offensive and defensive. Even among the third generation disciples of the Huashan Sect, it is enough to stand out.
"You are no match for me!"
"This sword blows the hair off, it's extremely sharp!"
"It's not too late to give up now!"
The distance between the two sides had shrunk to seven feet. The young man shook his head regretfully and used the "Wind and Cloud Surge" move, aiming to use the sword first to cover the seven large acupoints on the Yang Gu's chest. Before he came, he had already found out that the person living in this small courtyard was the only remaining bloodline of the Heshuo Yang family. He was a disciple named Yang Hu under the Huashan sect. His swordsmanship was mediocre, but his status was rare. He could only be captured alive, but not Killed by mistake. He had a kind heart and wanted to use the secret piercing sword technique taught by his master to control the opponent, accomplish a great feat, and escort him to the person in charge without damaging his harmony.
Wei Shiqi kept moving, rushing into the dense sword light. The second half of the opponent's "Wind and Cloud Surge" shot out, and the cold light was like a bright star in the night sky, so bright that it could not be looked at. Unexpectedly, just as the sword move was delivered, the opponent had disappeared from sight. Immediately afterwards, the young man felt a chill on the back of his neck, and his head had rolled to the ground. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a corpse with a broken neck standing still, with blood gushing out like a fountain.
Young and vigorous, wearing bright clothes and angry horses, with a great future, he ended up here in a confused way, losing his life in vain. Unexpectedly... I shouldn't... regret it... The sword fell to the ground, diagonally inserted into the stone, and his life came to an abrupt end. The young man died with his eyes closed, his body slumped down, blood seeping into the cracks in the stone, and the smell of feces and urine filled the crotch.
Although this body is riddled with holes, after all, it has been purified by the blood of the abyss. It advances and retreats like the wind, attacks fiercely, and kills people like slaughtering a dog. In time, it is impossible to win the title of "the invincible fighter in the world". Wei Shiqi raised his sword and frowned slightly. He was not very careful when beheading. The neck bone of the man was so hard that a small gap appeared on the edge of the sword. He immediately threw it aside and pulled up the long sword that the opponent had left behind. He only felt the cold air. Pressing people, he really agreed, "Blow the hair and break it, it's extremely sharp", and he took it for himself without hesitation.
The east was getting whiter, and a sharp whistle sounded in front of the snake room of the Medicine Refining Hall, breaking through the clouds and cracking the silk, resounding through the sky. The intruders stopped searching and rushed towards the whistle. There were corpses lying everywhere. Xia Yun stood tall and carried a bloody Baipi Ghost Head Sword on his shoulder.
Looking at the enemies arriving one after another, he couldn't help but sigh and said bitterly: "Damn it, I'm stalking you, I won't be able to kill them all no matter what!"
"Young Gang Leader, please leave quickly and leave us alone!" Kang Zhesong, the leader of the Medicine Refining Hall, covered his lower abdomen and shouted feebly. Blood kept pouring out from between his fingers. Yi Lian poured out a whole bottle of golden sore medicine. When he went up, it was washed away by blood in a blink of an eye. The wound was deep into the internal organs. It seemed that there was no way to save it. Kang Zhesong was suffering from serious illness. He had been on the sickbed for these years. He entrusted the medicine refining hall to his senior brother Yi Lian and concentrated on recuperating. This time, the foreign enemy attacked brazenly. He dragged his sick body and stood up to fight. He did not want to be injured by the opponent's master and his liver was damaged. Dying.
Xia Yun turned back to look at her sister. Xia Qian lowered her eyes and sighed quietly. At this point, she had nothing to do. The reinforcements from the Jinkou branch have not yet arrived, and the helmsman Hou Jinbiao has not shown up. This is enough to explain the problem. The only thing that makes her happy is that Hou Jinbiao at least stands by and does not help the two. If he had got involved, the second brother would have been I can't hold on any longer.
However, there is not much time left for them.
The sound of fighting resounded again, and more than ten strong men swarmed forward. Wu Tong wrapped up his wounds and fought out of the snake house regardless of his own safety. There were many new injuries on his body, his hands and feet were sore and exhausted.
After a fierce fight for most of the night, the enemy was outnumbered and could not breathe. Even the iron-clad body could not bear it. He was less than 100 years old and often worried about a thousand years old. Xia Yun suddenly felt heroic in his chest. He raised the ghost-headed knife and pointed it at the leader of the men in black. He shouted: "Zhao Yanzhi, Zhao Guitou, sent some minions to die. If you have the courage to rebel, why don't you have the courage to end up? Are you afraid that I will chop off your ghost head?"
The man in black was unmoved, slowly opened the fig leaf that covered his face, and said calmly: "So you have recognized it!" Under the black cloth was a vigorous and handsome face. Although he was old, he was still full of energy and could Just imagine, a few decades ago, he must have been a handsome man who captivated thousands of girls.
Xia Yun cleared her throat, spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and said, "Zhao, either you will die or I will live today. Do you have any other trump cards? Quickly reveal them to make it easier! After so many years of planning, just these few moves? How bad!" He said no mercy, secretly adjusted his inner breath, encouraged his Qigong, and did not hesitate to overdraw his lifespan. He first broke through the predicament in front of him. But if he leaves, what will happen to my sister Xia Qian? If she falls into the enemy's hands, what kind of humiliation and torture will she, a delicate and weak woman, suffer?
Shooting a man first, shooting a horse, capturing a thief first, capturing the king first. Xia Yun kept provoking Zhao Yan to fight, intending to overturn the situation in one fell swoop. This idea could not be hidden from others. How could Zhao Yanzhi be fooled? He laughed and said: "If you are calculating mentally or not, these people are enough. What's more, there is also the head of the Qixia Sect here!"
Xia Yun's heart suddenly sank. She raised her eyes and looked at a burly old man behind Zhao Yanzhi. He had white beard and hair and a red face. He looked like a senior master. It turned out that he was the famous "Iron Dragon" Song Dian, the leader of the Qixia Sect. It has been a long time, but I have never visited him. I didn't expect that he would collude with Zhao Yanzhi and get together.
Zhao Yanzhi turned sideways and said: "Master Song, please take action and capture that rude boy who speaks arrogantly!"
"To deal with such a bereaved dog, it's enough to let Zhong'er go." The old man looked around, but his favorite disciple was nowhere to be seen. His heart shuddered and he looked a little anxious.
Zhao Yanzhi also felt that something was wrong. Song Dian's beloved disciple Min Zhongchun went to capture Yang Hu. He was supposed to be able to capture him, but why was there no reply? Is it possible that Xia Yun sent other experts to protect him and could not take it down for a while? This surprise attack on Jinkou is like trying to seize chestnuts from the fire and fight to the death. Once Xia Yun cannot be controlled, everything will be over! He was alert, putting aside his distracting thoughts, and said: "Master Min Xiang has his hands and feet entangled by someone, and he can't get over. Head Song, Xia Yong is the only one left to resist. If we capture him, we will be done!"
The old man hesitated for a moment, stamped his feet, pulled out the long sword on his back, and strode towards Xia Yong.
