Pan Xingzhou's expression changed slightly. The other party was so unkind and sarcastic, which made him a little worried. He stared at Taoist Yiqing coldly with stern eyes. He suddenly waved his hand and the Yinma gang members who came to ambush him scattered and retreated. The anger in his chest burst into flames, a scream came from his lips, and the sword glowed brightly.
Taoist Yiqing didn't wait for the opponent to unfold his sword, and pounced on him, slashing at the side of Pan Xingzhou's neck with his sword, as fast as a hurricane, and with great force. Pan Xingzhou raised his sword to parry. There was a loud "dang" sound, his arm went numb, the hilt of the sword beat violently, and the tiger's mouth cracked with pain. He was secretly surprised in his heart, how could this guy be so strong? Move back to avoid its sharp edge.
The Donghai School's swordsmanship is unpredictable, Ruan Lingzhi masters the swordsmanship, and Pan Xingzhou learns its true inheritance. Once he seizes the opportunity, like a river flowing steadily, Yiqing Taoist thinks that he is no match for him, so he simply gives up all kinds of tricks such as stabbing and provocation. , risking his own life to get close to Pan Xingzhou, using the Qiu Ming Sword as a hatchet, staring at the vital points of the chest and abdomen and slashing violently, shouting and shouting, opening and closing the door wide, taking full advantage of his body. The sound of the sword blades clashing was as loud as hailstones, and the two figures were close to each other, advancing and retreating, following each other like shadows, and suddenly they had reached the end of the alley.
A figure jumped out from under the hut, but it was a short and stocky man. He picked up a hand ax, rounded his arms and struck Taoist Yiqing's back. As soon as there was wind behind the Taoist's head, he suddenly knew that there was an enemy sneak attack. He took a deep breath, turned his wrist sharply, swept back with his long sword, and cut the hand ax in half. The sword's light surged and swept across the opponent's throat, bringing out a bunch of blood arrows. .
Pan Xingzhou seized this gap and finally regained his composure. Countless cold lights erupted from the tip of the sword, covering half of Taoist Yiqing's body. This move "Stars Falling on the River" changes the real and the false, criticizes the strong and destroys the weak, which is the essence of his lifelong swordsmanship. Over the past thirty years, he has repeatedly defeated powerful enemies, and no one can understand its secret.
Taoist Yiqing was on guard for a long time. He clasped his index finger with his left thumb and shot out the Sun Shooting Needle. Pan Xingzhou hurriedly drew back his moves to dodge. He had achieved some success in practicing the Donghai Corpse Finger Skill. All his true energy was replaced by Yin energy, and he was not afraid of the Shooting Sun. The needle penetrated the body, but the vital points of the eyes, nose, ears and throat could not be missed. "Xingluo Changhe" only used half a move, and the cold light immediately dissipated.
A gentle palm wind hit him from the back and went straight to his lower back. The yin energy was continuous and it was clearly the Chunyang Palm of the East China Sea School. Being attacked from the front and back, Taoist Yiqing hurriedly changed his moves and struck out with his left palm. When he was distracted, Pan Xingzhou's sword had already penetrated his chest and pierced his back.
The palms of their hands met silently, and the sneak attacker said "Hey", as if he was in a big accident, his clothes bulged up, and he flew into the air like a big bird. Taoist Yiqing retreated violently, the long sword came out from his chest, and a stream of blood shot out. He pressed his palms one after another, then put it back into his body, and the wound healed in the blink of an eye.
Pan Xingzhou felt a chill in his heart, and his anger subsided like a tide. He bowed and saluted, and solemnly said: "My nephew is incompetent, please help me!"
The sneak attacker slowly landed from the air, but she was a young and beautiful woman. She was in her early teens, with a pair of wonderful eyes like white mercury holding two pills of black mercury, and she looked graceful and graceful. When Taoist Yiqing fled Penglai Island, this woman was still unknown, but she was able to practice the Corpse Feng Kung Fu to a proficient level. Except for Han Yingxue's close disciple Li Yihe, who else had such attainments!
Xia Qian covered her mouth with her hands, and her heart suddenly became clear. After countless calculations, she calculated one thing wrong. Pan Xingzhou was a descendant of the Donghai Sect. He brought a sword from the palace to practice the Corpse Fang Kung Fu, and his temperament changed drastically. He would never let Wei Bo Jiedu use it. Qian Zhiwei took it to heart, whether it was about showing weakness or trying to save face, it was just a cover-up. Pan Xingzhou had been colluding with the Donghai faction for a long time. They were mutually beneficial and each got what they needed, and they were going to turn the three towns of Hebei upside down!
The blood in Taoist Yiqing's body was flowing, and mere sword wounds were not a problem at all. He stared at Li Yihe intently, grinned, showing his white teeth, licked his lips and said: "Are you the only one from the East China Sea Sect? Where is Ruan Lingzhi? ?Murong Jing? Is Han Yingxue dead?"
Li Yihe watched him quietly, a touch of sadness welling up in his heart. The Donghai Sect massacred the entire Yang family under Deng Quji's order, but in exchange, the Huaiyang Navy bombarded the three islands, killing people and silencing them, while the Han Division also built the Donghai Corpse Mound. He has three unique skills: Kung Fu, Wonderful Wing Sword, and Silk Grasping Hand. His cultivation is unparalleled in the world and has shocked the ancient and modern times. However, he was bombarded to pieces by artillery and no bones were left. The three islands in the East China Sea are over, the East China Sea faction is over, and there are only a few people who are lucky enough to escape with their lives. If it weren't for revenge, how could she be willing to lower herself and make a fool of herself with eunuchs like Pan Xingzhou!
She opened her red lips, tapped her jade teeth, and said softly: "Are you the Tan Yiqing who stole the remains of the corpse and jumped into the eye of the sea?"
Taoist Yiqing smiled ferociously and said, "Is that broken book very rare?"
Without saying a word, Li Yihe opened his palms towards him to ask for the broken sutra. Taoist Yiqing laughed loudly, spat out a mouthful of blood, his chest heaved, and he gasped for breath, saying vaguely: "It's gone, the fever has been over for a long time." Burn..." He dropped the Qiu Ming Sword, slowly lowered his body, and roared low like a beast. His eyes were stained with deep and shallow blood, like a blazing flame. At this moment, he came from hell. demon!
Yi Lian saw this and gently pulled Xia Yun's sleeve, signaling him to take the first step. Pan Xingzhou didn't allow them to escape easily. He pursed his lips and whistled. The Yinma Gang members who had retreated temporarily appeared again and surrounded him from all sides.
Li Yihe's eyes were clear and he said slowly: "Where did you learn...the evil skills from the side sect?"
Yiqing Taoist still had a trace of clarity in his heart. He swayed slightly and swept ten feet across in an instant. He pushed the burly man as big as an iron tower to the ground. With a loud "bang", his head was deeply pressed into the earth and stone, and then he leaned down. He lowered his head, opened his mouth and bit his neck, sucking the blood, looking like a fierce ghost.
Everyone was stunned, waves of chills came over their bodies, and their fighting spirit instantly disappeared. Huang Qi couldn't help screaming and hugged Xia Qian's legs with both hands, trembling. Yi Lian frowned and reached out to touch the Jade Pillow point on the back of her head. The screams stopped suddenly, Huang Qi rolled his eyes and passed out. Xia Qian sighed, bowed his hands to Taoist Yiqing and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Taoist Master, let me go first!"
Taoist Yiqing roared a few times, let go of his teeth, and stood up. Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and the joints all over his body crackled. He let out a breath of turbid air, suddenly flew out, and hit an old man holding a sword. Knocked down by punch. What a pity, the elder of the Yinma Gang was both internally and externally skilled, and had superb qigong skills. He had made great contributions to Pan Xingzhou, but he could not withstand a punch from Taoist Yiqing. The leader of Liuyang exploded like a rotten watermelon, with white and red splattering all over the floor.
No one dared to cause trouble, so Yi Lian bent down and picked up Huang Qi, escorting Xia Yun and Xia Qian brother and sister away in a hurry. Pan Xingzhou made a retreat gesture, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to fight the man-eating beast, so they moved quietly and scattered away. The Taoist Yiqing became ferocious and rushed towards him. Li Yihe sighed softly, and a golden light suddenly lit up between his fingers. The lightning struck and pierced between his chest and abdomen, nailing him to the ground.
