As soon as he entered the dustiest area, Jiang Jiusi unsheathed his sword, and with a low sword cry, the tip of the sword swept across the ground.

The splashed soil carried the sword energy and exploded in multiple directions.

Within the visible range of sight, those faint willow trunks were like invisible and gluttonous phantoms, swallowing up these sword energies silently.

"Sure enough, it has the effect of psychedelic movement. Relying on our manpower and brute force to break the formation will not work."

Zhao Wangui looked thoughtful when he saw this scene.

Although he is not a great expert in Qimen formations, the Lushan sect is known to have five floors of classics and nine cellars of books, and has a wide range of books in all aspects.

In addition to their own swordsmanship and internal skills, the people of the Lushan sect, even if they don't like reading, at the request of their master, they basically read some hydrology and geography, medical divination, astrology, and epigraphy, without asking for a deep understanding...

It's not possible to let him break the formation independently, but with Jiang Jiusi taking the lead, he can see much more than those who know nothing about it.

After watching the sword energy disappear, Jiang Jiusi's eyes flashed slightly, and he suddenly walked quickly to the left. Between two steps, his body tilted and he flew out.

The number one swordsman in the Eastern Capital has wonderful body skills. His body, legs and feet are not obviously bent, and his robe clings to his body. His whole body is like a majestic divine sword flying in the air. He suddenly shoots away at an angle, and then suddenly disappears in the shadow of the tree.

transition between.

Zhao Wangui followed closely behind, his sleeves fluttering, he would tap lightly with his toes every time, and he would come forward with a single movement. In terms of Qinggong alone, he was a bit more calm and elegant than Jiang Jiusi.

In the midst of the smoke and dust, the fortune teller sitting high up held a chess piece in his hand. His eyes took in the Luoxia Sect Master, Baili Bodhi and others who were scattered in all directions. His pupils moved slightly as he traced the two most important people.

value goals.

He had already caught a glimpse of Jiang Jiusi and Zhao Wangui, and was about to inform Prince Meng that they should go over and start the siege again.

Unexpectedly, the two people turned and circled several times between the shadows of several trees that were difficult to distinguish from real ones, and their figures suddenly faded away as if they were caught in the smoke and dust of the willow branches.

There was a sound of doubt in Bu Suanzi's mouth.

This formation was set up by him, and it creates various obstacles for others, interfering with vision, blinding hearing, etc.

For himself, there is no such negative impact. He should be very aware of the movements of these people and know them like the back of his hand.

Unexpectedly, those two people could actually follow the trend and integrate into the formation. Unless the formation was canceled directly, otherwise, even he, the leader of the formation, would have difficulty distinguishing them in a short period of time.

"snort!"

Bu Suanzi made a sound that sounded like a smile but not a smile, and sent a message to Prince Meng and others to kill the others first.

Immediately, he flipped his palms repeatedly, and several black and white chess pieces flew out from his sleeves and threw them into the open space in the southeast, northwest and northwest.

The small chess pieces, even if four were stacked on top of each other, would look a little too inconspicuous among the hazy dust that had expanded to a radius of nearly 60 meters, let alone being scattered.

But just after these chess pieces landed, the entire vast area of ​​smoke and dust underwent drastic changes. All the willow trunks, gravel and broken branches seemed to have moved out of thin air.

Behind a willow tree that suddenly moved away, Zhao Wangui's figure flashed slightly and disappeared again.

Bu Suanzi stroked his beard with one hand and raised the corners of his mouth a little.

If they want to integrate into the formation, or want to assassinate the main formation first, then when the formation changes, these two people must follow the changes, so that they can gradually move closer to the center of the formation.

But the fortune teller was confident that as long as he used one-third of the changes in his formation, it would be enough to drag Prince Meng and the others to kill all the others.

Even if the formation is canceled at that time, these two people will not be able to escape.

In the southwest part of the smoke, Baili Bodhi watched helplessly as the trunks of several willow trees in front of him suddenly deviated from their original positions.

Even a fool knows that this is the Qimen Illusion Formation and that the formation has changed.

He used Shaolin's true inner skill of subduing demons, pushed his palms down, and penetrated his fingertips. Taking advantage of the change of the formation, he selected a direction and suddenly swept over.

Although he is still one step away from the realm of a first-class master, when Baili Bodhi's true energy is full, it is not difficult to burst out tens of thousands of kilograms of strength in his arms.

Now he made up his mind and used the special move with both palms, ready to go. No matter whether it was rocks, trees, air or anything in front of him, he had to push through it with all his strength and break out of the formation.

A broken willow tree suddenly moved less than a foot in front of him. Baili Bodhi struck out with a palm, penetrating the shadow of the willow tree, but there was no real feeling in his hand. He even felt that the true energy of this palm was suddenly sucked away, and his body couldn't help but feel...

One side.

When Shaolin disciples start, they first practice Skanda Palm or Luohan Fist. After they are proficient, they can practice the internal strength breathing method of Nine Figures and Six Sitting Figures, and then learn to hold stone fists, open tablet hands, leaf sweeping kicks, iron head skills,

Then practice the Great Compassion Qianye Hand, and then you can reach the Shaolin skill level of Demon Subduing Palm or Prajna Palm.

Among the lay disciples of Shaolin, he was the most talented one. He only learned all twenty-four movements of the Demonic Palm after entering the temple for twelve years. He praised this set of palm techniques and said that although this set of palm techniques is not as profound as the Zen of Prajna Palm, the more he practices it, the purer it becomes.

, is best at hiding the power of the palm between the presence and absence of it, especially restraining the efforts to release the force and move it, so that the person who borrows the force cannot borrow the slightest bit, and the person who unloads the force cannot release the slightest bit.

But this kind of palm technique for subduing demons, today in Baili Bodhi's hands, a maze formed by a random broken tree and rubble was used to forcefully remove 99% of the palm power.

When he turned aside, he was just a little startled in his heart. Suddenly, he felt something in his spiritual sense, and his heartstrings trembled violently, as if a dark cloud was covering the sky, and a disaster was coming.

Leaning his body slightly to the right, Baili Bodhi simply stepped forward with his right foot, stomped the ground heavily, gathered the power of his palms again, and struck towards the right rear with a sweeping force of thousands of troops.

The palm wind swayed violently, and the gentle force of the palm could even restrain the air waves that should have been pushed out, forming a swirling ball visible to the naked eye in the palm of the hand.

But the enemy who sneaked up on the right rear was a little faster than him. As soon as he reached out with his claws, he had already twisted Baili Bodhi's wrist. His fingertips penetrated the flesh and blood, hit the bones directly, and twisted violently.

Baili Bodhi's wrist bone was dislocated, his palm was twisted upward, and the ball in his palm was thrown high into the sky, exploding in a circle of air waves about twenty meters above the ground.

"ah!"

With a cry of pain, Baili Bodhi's shoulder swayed, giving way to his shoulder and dislocating his elbow joint. In exchange for the freedom to turn around, Baili Bodhi suddenly faced the opponent face to face and swung with his left hand.

The rosary hanging on the left wrist broke and shot out with his wave. The feminine skill of the demon-subduing palm caused the eight rosary beads to be activated at the same time. However, they were able to distinguish the speed of the front and back, and they were well-proportioned, and they were hit at that one with great difficulty.

The attacker's head and chest had several critical points.

He didn't hesitate to twist one arm almost to pieces in order to gain such a close face-to-face distance, and used his palm skills and hidden weapons almost at the same time.

Even if the person standing in front of him is a strong man who has been a first-class master for ten or eight years, he still has to be forced back by such an offensive to give Baili Bodhi more opportunities to breathe.

However, the man opposite, whose head was wrapped in a black scarf and whose face was beardless, first brought up a trajectory like a flying dragon with his left hand. He spirally twisted his arms, turned his wrists, and trembled his fingers. He reached forward and captured all the rosary beads in his hands.

At the same time, he moved his right paw from bottom to top, like shoveling snow and sand, and with one silent move, he locked several acupuncture points on Baili Bodhi's left elbow, and a fierce and unruly Qi destroyed the

Sexually penetrated into the acupuncture points, causing the left half of Baili Bodhi's body to feel numb.

"You're not a first-class person, but you dare to use Shaolin Kung Fu in front of me?"

"Dragon Claw Hand!!"

The left half of Baili Bodhi's face was numb, but his right eye widened in shock. He called out the name of this martial arts with a crooked mouth, and then his throat was pinched.

The big man with his head wrapped in a black scarf grabbed Baili Bodhi's throat with his left hand, and the rosary beads in his hand were embedded in the flesh and blood of the throat bone.

Huo Luo protector, Shaolin traitor, Luo Yin.

Baili Bodhi was killed by Luo Yin, who was proficient in Shaolin Kung Fu, but he was actually the one who lasted longer among those who planned the attack, among those who were attacked at the same time as him.

Tie Qingzi, a master of hidden weapons, was knocked away by Prince Meng's nonchalant palm and all the hidden weapons were knocked away. The flying knives and needles and iron caltrops turned him into a hedgehog.

Chu Di's swordsman master Du Chuisheng, in the blink of an eye, slashed thirty-seven-and-seven-twenty-one times in a row, and the sword was drawn from his whole body, and the light of the sword brushed into a line of silver light around his body.

What is regrettable is that under the whitewashing crow Bai Bujian's Sex Confused Shen Sanshen technique, Du Chuisheng's set of sharp knives did not even touch a hair on the opponent's body, and was used by Bai Bujian with a piece of the corner of his sleeve.

clothes, and cut his throat.

Li Tingsong, the leader of the Luoxia Sect, can blow the strong wind from an iron fan, which can make people's muscles and bones feel like wadding and their joints feel like withered. Hidden within a fan is the colorful force of the Luoxia Sect. It is not a poisonous skill, but it is better than poison.

Caiqi is so angry.

But his opponent was a wolf in the mountains who had been killed three thousand times a day. The knife was wider than the palm of a man in his prime and taller than a nine-foot man. With one swing of the knife, Caiqi and the iron fan were all blunted.

The blade tore apart.

This knife also cut open Li Tingsong's chest, bringing out the hot blood in his chest at the tip of the knife, and threw a huge arc of bright red splashing towards the ground.

There was also a white jade chess piece in the air, which suddenly flashed away and took away a life.

Just as Huo Luo Dao and others moved up and down several times, less than half of the dozen or so famous masters who came out of the Sword Making Villa were already dead.

Corpses fell to the ground one after another. Even the deceased with less obvious wounds had extremely bright, thick, and glowing red blood flowing out after they died.

The sound of smoke and dust, the clash of qi and energy, the waves of the river, and the spray of blood were all heard in Bu Suanzi's ears.

He was about to send another message to call the names and point out the next wave of targets for Prince Meng and others, but for some unknown reason, he felt a surge of heartbeat in his chest.

Wow!!!

The sound of the river waves was never so noticeable.

Now, it suddenly echoed with incomparable clarity in Bu Suanzi's ears and chest.

The waves rolled one after another, and at the bottom of the shallow water near the river bank, water plants danced wildly, and the water waves hit the waves, pushing them to the shore layer by layer, moistening the soil.

Scenes and scenes almost come to mind along with the sound.

Bu Suanzi couldn't help but make a sound similar to a cough in his throat. He quickly pressed his chest with his left hand and threw the two chess pieces behind his back with his right hand.

Behind that, Jiang Jiusi's figure suddenly rose. He didn't know when he had actually pointed from the periphery of the formation to the core and swung out a sword. In the middle, he flicked his wrist and swung the sword tip left and right, and swung out the sword. The two chess pieces were knocked down separately and continued to stab forward.

But Bu Suanzi's body has maintained a sitting position, rotating on the smooth cross-section of the willow trunk.

The northern envoy of Huo Luo Dao has many wrinkles on his face, is thin, has a goatee, and is a fortune teller whose identity is a mystery.

The number one swordsman in the Eastern Capital, the son of the Minister of the Tang Dynasty, Jiang Jiusi, who is elegantly dressed and famous among thousands of families.

The two met each other, and Jiang Jiusi's sword was caught by the divination operator.

He clamped the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and the black chess piece on the thumb and the white chess piece on the index finger came together, clamping the tip of the sword exactly.
To be continued...