Chapter two hundred and forty-eight old friends reunited (three)
"Brother Li!"
Seeing Li Xin'an's body falling down softly, Murong Bai and others let out heart-wrenching screams.
"Bastard!" Xiao Xuangan's eyes were red, his hands were bulging with blue veins, and he picked up the ghost-headed knife and swept it towards Wu Xiang's head.
Wu Xiang responded calmly, and the short sword approached Xiao Xuangan's neck with a dangerous and narrow sword. The two fought for more than ten rounds, and Xiao Xuangan's arms were covered with blood marks.
He pulled out of the circle, poured all his internal strength into the ghost-headed sword, and as he moved, a gust of wind broke out in the yard.
"The second-grade median level is great perfect?" Wu Xiang frowned, "I didn't expect that someone among his peers could do this."
Xiao Xuangan let out a low growl in his throat, held the knife in both hands, and then his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
When it appeared again, it was already above Wuxiang's head.
"Die for me!"
The most powerful move in the sword technique of Wang Yi, the old soldier of Songmo Protectorate, is the tiger roar and dragon roar.
The clouds in the night sky were surging, and this sword was in line with the celestial phenomena, and it had already touched the threshold of the unsatisfactory appearance.
Faced with this terrifying knife, Wu Xiang just tilted his head, and a hint of praise emerged in his eyes.
"Good knife skills."
The short sword in his hand "punched the Ri" turned into dozens of afterimages, and quickly stabbed towards Xiao Xuangan who was jumping up in the air.
Murong Bai and Ye Qinglan in the distance were all shocked to see this scene.
"Bai Mutou, is this Brother Li's sword technique?" Ye Qinglan whispered.
Murong Bai nodded heavily: "The Sword Art of Wansheng, Heli Huating should have been the power of a sword, but unexpectedly, so many moves evolved in Wu Xiang's hands."
"Brother Xiao, I'm defeated."
The ending was indeed as he expected. Under Wu Xiang's airtight sword shadow attack, the internal force condensed by Xiao Xuangan was finally broken. A piece of blood bloomed from his chest and fell backwards to the ground weakly.
Xiao Xuangan covered his chest and struggled to stand up. He was "wow" and a mouthful of blood was sticking out, and he wanted to hold the knife and fight again, but Liu Wuyan's angrily shouted:
“Get out of here!”
Without any concern, Xiao Xuangan rushed straight to one side. In front of Wu Xiang, the Liu brother and sister with two swords tied together appeared.
The Liu family’s desperation knife!
The crazy breath of death hit his face, and Wu Xiang's temples were already wet. He did not dare to be careless and had to deal with this blow with all his strength.
The Deadly Sword, the Deadly Sword, the Deadly Sword, the enemy will never stop, and you will be decisive!
"The dragon and phoenix of the Liu family are indeed well-known." Wu Xiang thought to himself.
Liu Wuyan, Liu Wuyan roared in unison, swung his swords together, and the huge sword aura seemed to penetrate the heaven and earth, slashing towards Wu Xiang's head.
Behind him is An Qingxu, so Wuxiang naturally cannot hide.
"What a pity."
Wu Xiang whispered softly: "Although this knife is powerful, it is not worth my hiding."
His palm suddenly rubbed the hilt of the "Guanri" sword quickly, and the short sword flew up without any support, floating in the air, emitting cold sword energy all over his body.
"The Sword Art of Wansheng, Originally, the original Dongzang."
Murong Bai slowly let out a sigh: "Have he learned this most powerful move?"
The sword and the dagger collided with each other. The next moment, the wind raged and the smoke and dust scattered, burying all the people in the yard.
Murong Bai threw out his long sword, shook a sword flower in the air, and swept away the smoke and dust. Only then did everyone's eyes finally return to the bright light.
When they saw the scene in front of them clearly, they were shocked.
A large pit appeared in the center of the yard, half a length and two people wide. The power of this move was not as great as this. The old tree in the yard that had lived for thirty or forty years was cut off in half at this moment, crushing the stone tables and chairs under the tree into shattered stones.
But this is not what makes them angry.
Wu Xiang stepped on Li Xin'an's back with one foot, showing mocking:
"There are more people in the Blood Clothing Hall today, but why is it not as good as before? That old guy Zhang Siyuan is dead, what about Uncle Fu? Could it be dead too. Where is Yang Chong? Where is Chi Wenbiao?"
Zhang Quan waited for him with both eyes, and was so angry that he seemed to be about to spit out the fire:
"How can you let me insult you in the Blood Clothing Hall be so insulted! Remove your stinky feet from the master, and I will meet you!"
Wu Xiang glanced at him lightly and said nothing.
He doesn't care about the children.
Zhang Quan had a cold face and wanted to go out. One-on-one, Zhang Quan was not the enemy of Wuxiang at all. But Zhang Quan was good at poison, and in southern Xinjiang
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During his trip, he also learned witchcraft from Yusanina and the other two. Facing this man, even if he died, Zhang Quan was sure to pull him to take care of him.
But Murong Bai pressed his shoulder.
"Young Master Murong!" Zhang Quan said anxiously, "Let me go!"
"Zhang Quan, stay well." Murong Bai said softly, "Blood Clothes Hall still needs you."
"But the master of the hall—"
"I will save him, Lord."
Murong Bai looked straight into Wu Xiang's eyes, and the latter looked back calmly.
Both of them saw the extremely strong fighting spirit in each other's eyes.
"Murong Villa, Murong Bai, please give me advice."
Wu Xiang nodded slightly: "I am not deeply involved in Jianghu, and I don't know how to report myself. I hope you don't mind."
"It doesn't matter."
Murong Bai said coldly: "Let your feet be free from our hall master first."
Wu Xiang shouted, curled Li Xin'an to the toes and threw him towards Murong Bai.
An Qingxu looked at all this and frowned without any reservation.
"Wuxiang?"
"He can't live." Wu Xiang said, "so do they."
An Qingxu smiled coldly: "It's good that you have the right attitude, but... don't be careless and lose Jingzhou."
Murong Bai took Li Xin'an and stretched his fingers into his pulse.
"How is the master of the hall?" Everyone in the Blood Clothes Hall hurriedly surrounded him and asked.
"If the meridians are damaged, blood stasis accumulates in the body. If you continue, it will press on the heart meridians. If you don't die, you will be disabled."
Murong Bai handed Li Xin'an over to Zhang Quan: "Good care."
He looked directly at Wuxiang and said in a deep voice: "When I kill them, I will take the owner to see the doctor."
"I can save the life of the hall master, but I just have few medicinal materials." Zhang Quan said.
"good."
Murong Bai said: "Then in other words, I will kill them and buy you medicine."
Wu Xiang smiled: "I have long wanted to learn about the "Haoran Sword Classic" of Murong Villa, but I don't know if Mr. Murong can make me enjoy it."
Murong Bai said no more, flipped his wrist and ignited a brilliant flame on the red sword.
The two disappeared almost at the same time, and they appeared as killer moves, attacking each other's vital points without reservation.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them had scars on each other.
Xiao Xuangan looked at them coldly at the battle and said, "No, Mr. Murong is gradually at a disadvantage."
"No way?"
Ye Qinglan looked disbelief: "That's Murong Bai!"
In his impression, Murong Bai is invincible among his peers. No peer can beat him, neither Li Xin'an, Xiao Xuangan, nor the pride of heaven in other major sects.
The worst-case scenario in Ye Qinglan's mind was that Murong Bai was seriously injured and then chopped off Wu Xiang's head.
lose?
He didn't dare to think about it!
But as the two fought, Ye Qinglan's heart became cold inch by inch.
The actions on the field seemed not optimistic, and even Ye Qinglan could see that under Wu Xiang's steady and fierce attack, Murong Bai's long sword did not play any advantage at all.
"Haoran Sword Classic" and "Wansheng Sword Art" are both of the same level of swordsmanship. When Li Xin'an used it, he was always suppressed by "Haoran Sword Articulation". But at this moment, Wu Xiang fully demonstrated the principle of mutual generation and restraint in "Wansheng Sword Articulation". Every time Murong Bai made a sword, he was skillfully transformed into himself by Wu Xiang, and then counterattacked with more rapid force.
"Brother Xiao, what should I do now?"
After using the Breaking Sword, the weak Liu Wuyan said: "Young Master Murong obviously cannot win. No one among us is the opponent of Wu Xiang."
Xiao Xuangan frowned: "Let Zhang Quan take the hall master and slip away from the back door."
"In this situation, we must give priority to ensuring his survival."
Liu Wuyan nodded gloomyly: "I can only do this."
"No!"
Ye Qinglan suddenly spoke out: "He doesn't have to leave."
"No one needs to sneak your escape."
Xiao Xuangan said, "Don't act impulsively."
"I didn't mean to act, I was serious."
"Do you have any better way?"
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"certainly!"
Ye Qinglan turned around, looked at the faces of the people in the Bloody Clothes Hall, and said softly:
"Who said that this battle was only allowed to participate?"
"This is the Blood Clothes Hall, the home of every disciple. Now that the parents are injured, is the only way to be a turtle with a head-shrinking turtle?"
"The Blood Clothes Hall is not Li Xin'an's Blood Clothes Hall, nor Murong Bai's, nor Xiao Xuangan's, nor Liu's brothers and sisters, nor me, Ye Qinglan, but everyone's!"
Zhang Quan gritted his teeth and said, "Brother Ye is right. Damn it, he was ridden on his neck and shit, so can we do nothing?"
"What are he afraid of when he is strong? What are he afraid of when he dies? Even if he is using his life, we will drag Wu Xiang, who is betrayed the Lord and bear his kindness to hell!"
"It's right!" The disciples of the Blood Clothes Hall were in anger.
At this moment, whether it is the old man in Chang'an in Bloody Hall, the newly promoted newcomer who has been supplemented by the Four Halls, or the fifteen third-grade peak masters led by Murong Ce in Murong Mountain Villa, they all have only one goal in their hearts-
Even if you die, you will die with Wuxiang!
The battle between Murong Bai and Wu Xiang was finally coming to an end.
Wu Xiang turned around and stabbed Murong Bai's "Fengming" sword, and then stabbed him in the shoulder with a sword.
Murong Bai's face was pale, he staggered backwards, and collapsed weakly in Ye Qinglan's arms.
"I... lost..."
His expression was not very depressed, but a hint of haggardness passed through deep in his eyes.
More than twenty years of pride have finally been broken by every unknown person today. Murong Bai is not crazy about this feeling of suddenly reaching a low point on the top of the mountain. It is already very good.
An Qingxu walked to Wuxiang with his hands behind his back and said:
"Everyone, give me Lord Li."
"Don't even think about it!" Ye Qinglan said coldly.
"Oh?" An Qingxu narrowed his eyes and said coldly:
"Did you forget the bet you made not long ago? Don't tell me you forgot!"
Ye Qinglan stared at An Qingxu with an idiot-looking look: "Of course we remember it, but don't forget that we are killers. Do you have any brain problems when you make an agreement with a group of killers?"
An Qingxu looked down: "Isn't the killer the most credible? Is it the only one in the Blood Clothes Hall?"
"It's a coincidence." Ye Qinglan smiled, "Our Blood Clothing Hall is really the only one."
An Qingxu laughed in a fury: "It's great, it seems that you are not afraid of death."
"Who is the first to die?"
Headed by Ye Qinglan, more than 50 disciples from the Blood Clothing Hall all took a step forward.
"you--"
Looking at An Qingxu's astonished face, Ye Qinglan said in a deep voice: "Come on, use your dog that only knows how to bite your master to see if you can kill all of us."
An Qingxu frowned tightly and turned his head to look at Wu Xiang.
"How about it?"
Wu Xiang shook his head slowly.
He secretly sent a message: "Murong Bai is very strong. I suffered a lot of internal injuries and needed care."
An Qingxu's face was ferocious: "What should I do now! The duck that reached his mouth flew away!"
"Don't worry about Li Xin'an, leaving now is the best way to go." Wu Xiang continued to send a message, "Let Zhou Bian cover you to leave."
An Qingxu turned around, looked at Zhou Bian, and said unwillingly:
"Walk!"
Zhou Bian took the bow and took the arrow, and with one move, he shot three consecutive arrows straight to the face of the unprepared Ye Qinglan.
"Be careful!" Xiao Xuangan shouted anxiously, waving his knife to block Ye Qinglan's face.
"The second-grade high-ranking archer is another monster."
Wu Xiang pulled An Qingxu and turned around and fled Youxiangju.
He blocked three consecutive arrows at a critical moment. When Ye Qinglan saw An Qingxu and Wu Xiang escape from Youxiangju, he hurriedly shouted:
"Chasing!"
Zhou Bian, who was blocking the door, rushed to shoot arrows without any haste, which seemed to be slow, but each arrow came fiercely, enough to penetrate the walls and force the disciples of the Blood Clothing Hall to avoid them.
Despite this, many people were still shot.
After shooting a pot of arrows, Zhou Bian murmured:
"What a pity that such a group of good living targets."
He put his finger on the bowstring, fired an arrow, shook the people in the Bloody Clothing Hall again, and then quickly disappeared into the night.