The thin old Taoist is a smart old man, so he takes the right medicine and strikes first, intending to use rhetoric to control Hu and Liu. Whether it is a single fight or a wheel battle, they are not afraid of them.
Hu and Liu were both smart people, and they were hesitant in their hearts. Xia Houying, who was more powerful than them, was defeated and fled. Although their side had a large number of people, they did not have masters to conquer the battlefield. If they attacked in groups, they would not be able to defeat them.
There is also a slight chance of winning.
They rely on two things. First, they are dozens of times stronger than the opponent, but this is not a threat to the top experts; second, there are more than twenty poisonous spray cans, but if they fight for life and death, it will definitely become a melee.
Due to the situation, it is inevitable that one's brothers will be accidentally injured.
What's more, even if they kill all the 100 people and put the opponent to death, if word of it spreads to the world in the future, people in the world will say that the Huo Zoroastrian Sect is shameless and surround and kill the three Huashan sect like thugs fighting. In this way, what will happen?
It made Fire Zoroastrianism, which already had mixed reputations and reputations, infamous.
Hu and Liu have known each other for thirty years, and they can guess each other's thoughts to a certain extent. They have considered every decision carefully. When they looked at each other, they could see that the other was hesitant.
When the fat old Taoist saw that his senior brother had just said a word, he pushed Hu and Liu into silence. He was greatly impressed and felt that he was very proud.
The fat old Taoist stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Why don't you two say anything? We are all members of the Jianghu, so how can we break the rules of the Jianghu at will? If we kill indiscriminately like a rogue brawl, how can we have the dignity to gain a foothold in the Jianghu in the future?"
What the fat old Taoist said was aggressive, but it was also in line with the rules of the world and made it impossible to refute.
Liu Weihai said coldly: "In this case, you might as well mark a path, and we, the Fire Zoroastrian Cult, will accompany you at any time. If you don't have the courage, you might as well choose another time and place, and wait until you have made an appointment to have a life-or-death showdown."
Hu and Liu knew that although Xiyue Ersou sometimes behaved absurdly, he was also a famous elder in the world with a good reputation. He always kept his promises and his words and deeds must bear fruit.
From this point of view, there is no need to worry about whether to kill Xiao Jinyu now, nor is he afraid that the other party will choose a different time for a fight, nor is he afraid that the other party will run away. If he can run away, the monk will not be able to run away from the temple.
Therefore, Liu Weihai's words were impassioned and quite heroic. Everyone in the Huozhuo Cult immediately cheered to show their prestige. The thin old Taoist looked down upon Liu Weihai's skills, but was somewhat impressed by his magnanimity.
The thin old Taoist clapped his hands and praised: "Dulmmaster Liu is indeed a strong man. I heard that Dulmsman Liu has a seven-killer who breaks the army. He is very powerful. We brothers want to learn a thing or two, so I hope you can give me some advice."
"If Master Liu wants to compete in martial arts, we will naturally take over. We will win or lose based on the best of three games. If you win, our Huashan faction will let you drive us and we will never regret it."
"If we are lucky enough to win, all the bad things between you and me will be wiped out. From now on, the road will be open to the sky, and each side will go its own way. I don't know what you two think?"
Hu Xiaolin and Liu Weihai were a little stunned. They didn't expect that this powerful Taoist would put the fate of the Huashan Sect on the line by offering such a condition, betting that it would never lose. If the Huo Zoroastrian Sect lost, they would have to wipe out their grudges.
Such a naked conspiracy made the two of them furious. This wise old man obviously did not take them, No. 100, into consideration. Such arrogance and arrogance were intolerable.
Liu Weihai laughed angrily and said with emotion: "Both of you are senior masters. Since you think highly of Liu, let's do what the two seniors say."
As soon as he finished speaking, the horizontal sword in Liu Weihai's hand was unsheathed in an instant. The horizontal sword was three feet and three inches long, and the entire body was made of hundred-forged fine steel. The tip of the sword was pointed at an angle, and the bright light on the blade was so dazzling in the sun that it was hard to see.
Look directly.
Liu Weihai waved, and then walked out six elite members of the Fangzhou branch holding horizontal swords. The horizontal swords in the hands of these six people and the horizontal swords in Liu Weihai's hands were both made of hundred-forged fine steel. The seven people headed by Liu Weihai stood still,
The seven horizontal knives pointed at one place in the distance, the swords had the same power, and their sharp edges were clearly visible, making people fearful.
The rules within the Huo Zoroastrian Cult are very strict. Before the order was given, the believers present had already retreated seven or eight feet back, leaving a large space for the two sides to compete. Hu Xiaolin was not too far away, and was arranging the formation for Liu Weihai and others.
Xiao Jinyu saw that Liu Weihai and the seven people had set up a formation in an instant, and he wanted to enter the formation with a sword to ask for advice. The thin old Taoist quickly stopped him and said: "Senior nephew, you are now the head of a sect, how can you do everything yourself? For some trivial matters, our senior brothers can do it for you.
, you can just stand by and set up the formation for us."
The fat old Taoist responded: "Senior brother is right, the master nephew, when your uncle and I lose, just vent your anger on us. Bah, bah, bah, we won't lose!"
Xiao Jinyu smiled a little. The fat old Taoist had an old naughty heart and must have been an interesting person when he was young. The thin old Taoist casually handed Xiao Jinyu a bronze medal, and then led his junior brother into the Seven Kills Breaking Army Formation.
Xiao Jinyu looked at the bronze medal in his hand, which was half the size of his palm. The medal was rectangular with rounded corners. The front was engraved with the word "Taihua" in small seal script, and the back was engraved with three steep and tall peaks. The lines were carefully carved, and it was clearly the true shape of Mount Huashan in Xiyue.
Xiao Jinyu was a smart man and immediately understood that this was the token of the leader of the Huashan Sect. Although he did not want to be the leader of the Huashan Sect, he might as well be deeply moved. The Ersou of Huashan was so sincere to him, and he had the style of an ancient scholar.
Liu Weihai shouted "Kill!", and suddenly the light of the sword burst out, like a thousand-foot torrential wave, trying to swallow up the two old men of Xiyue. At the same time, the remaining six people came out with their swords, either chopping or slashing, or cutting or cutting.
They cut and attacked the two old men of Xiyue in the formation.
The two old men of Xiyue did not dare to be careless at all, and the two long knives danced together like the wind. They saw nine knives colliding rapidly and continuously, sparks flying, and the sound of rapid clanging could be heard all at once.
Although the first wave of the storm-like attack was very fierce, Xiyue Ersou had been in the Jianghu for decades and had rich experience in facing enemies. In addition to his profound skills and excellent sword skills, he naturally took it easily.
Seeing this, Liu Weihai was not discouraged. He suddenly shouted loudly, and the attack of the horizontal sword in his hand suddenly changed. He saw the horizontal sword slashing towards the thin old man with great speed, and the sword skills were used to kill all the way on the battlefield.
During the Anshi Rebellion, Liu Weihai served as a junior officer under Yan Zhenqing, the prefect of Pingyuan. When he faced off against the Anshi rebels, Liu Weihai was unable to kill the enemy with the sword in his hand. At this time, he adapted the seven-kill army formation based on the battlefield formation.
Come on, this slashing force is like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The other six people also shouted loudly, and six horizontal knives slashed from left to right, up and down.
The fat old Taoist swung his sword and opened a horizontal knife. His left hand was full of true energy. He suddenly flicked a horizontal knife with his fingers, and then opened two more horizontal knives. The four elite cult members all felt numb in the tiger's mouth and almost couldn't hold it.
Holding the handle of the knife, Pei Ran was vigorously knocked back several steps.
The thin old Taoist struck out with a goose palm and a sharp knife to block two horizontal knives, and then the long knife turned and swung away Liu Weihai's horizontal knife, and then slashed towards Liu Weihai's ten fingers holding the knife. Liu Weihai tried his best to dodge twice, and intended to counterattack with the knife.
But the thin old Taoist's long sword is like the three waves of the Yangtze River, seizing the opportunity with every move. If Liu Weihai doesn't let go, his fingers will be cut off. If he lets go and withdraws, this seven-kill formation will probably be broken.
The other six people saw that their helmsman was at leeward, and wanted to step forward to help. Fat Old Tao waved his long knife and blocked all six of them. The six people tried their best to attack, like rain hitting banana trees, but they still couldn't break Fat Old Tao's attack and defense.
Tight knife net.
Liu Weihai saw the blade of the knife cut, and it was as sudden as lightning, so he had no choice but to turn the knife into a fist and attack the temple of the thin old Tao. The thin old Tao reacted very quickly and raised the long knife, forcing Liu Weihai to withdraw.
The thin old Taoist took the opportunity to hit Liu Weihai's chest with a wild goose palm. Before Liu Weihai's fist could be completely withdrawn, he fired another cannon punch. The fists and palms hit each other. There was a "bang" sound, and Liu Weihai was knocked backwards.
The thin old Taoist spun around and got behind the other six people. His feet swam like the wind, and he fired out his left hand repeatedly. In a moment, the six people who were fighting with the fat old Taoist were all knocked to the ground by the thin old Taoist.
Liu Weihai was shaken and flew backwards. After landing, he staggered a few steps before regaining his balance. He looked inside and saw that he was not injured. He was slightly surprised when he looked at the six brothers who were tired on the ground, but they only got hit on acupuncture points.
From this point of view, the other party showed mercy. But I didn't expect that the Seven Kills Breaking Army Formation, which I had always relied on, would be quickly broken by Xiyue Ersou. I felt really sad thinking about this.
The thin old Taoist clicked a few times on the six people who were tired on the ground, and then unlocked their acupuncture points. The six people looked ashamed, stood up, picked up the horizontal sword, and walked back to their camp in frustration.
Xiao Jinyu walked to the field, held his sword and said in a clear voice: "Is there any friend who can come out and give me some advice?"
Liu Weihai and Hu Xiaolin both looked depressed. Although they clearly stated that the winner would be determined by winning two out of three games, in fact, they still bet on winning the game with seven kills. Apart from this, there was still a chance of winning in a round-robin battle.
If it's one-on-one, you will definitely lose. As for attacking in groups, there is a slight chance of winning, but it's a pity that some rules cannot be broken, otherwise there will be no foothold.
When Xiao Jinyu saw that no one responded to him, he immediately said loudly twice that although all members of the Fire Zoroastrian Cult were aggrieved, no one dared to accept the challenge rashly without the helmsman's order.
They all knew that even if they accepted the challenge, they would have almost no chance of winning. It was about the reputation of the Fire Zoroastrian Cult, and no one would do anything wrong. Hu Xiaolin pondered for a moment, intending to go out to ask for advice, but Liu Weihai stopped him and said: "Brother Hu, let's admit defeat and try again another day.
Go up Mount Huashan to find your place."
When it comes to martial arts, Hu and Liu are equal. If they go out to fight, they will be seriously injured even if they don't die. Instead of losing face and face, it is better to admit defeat directly, find a group of good players and go to Huashan another day to regain today's situation.
Hu Xiaolin's expression changed, and he was about to admit defeat when he suddenly heard someone say: "I'm here to ask for advice."
The voice sounded strange and strange, and it was not the official dialect of Luoyang or the Mandarin of Chang'an. Everyone looked at the sound and saw three people coming from behind the Changzhou branch. They were three people from the Western Regions with yellow hair and blue eyes, tall noses and deep eyes.
When everyone was paying attention to the scene, no one noticed when the three Hu people came. Although there were many Hu people living in the Central Plains, there were very few Hu people in the Central Plains. For a while, everyone was whispering to each other and guessing the identities and origins of the three Hu people.