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A group of people slowly gathered around, dressed in different costumes, including Western Xia people, Central Plains people, and some exotic people, and there was no shortage of Tubo people with high eyebrows and eyes. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

They all showed a fierce look in their eyes, glaring at Xiao Yuesheng fiercely, as if they wanted to choose someone to eat.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, and with a flick of his left hand, he sealed Helian Tieshu's acupoint.

He handed the Biyue Sword to Ah Zhu again, and said with a smile: "Miss Ah Zhu, you hold the sword, grab this guy, if anyone makes a move, first cut off his hand, then cut off the other hand, then the legs, and finally cut off his head!"

Ah Zhu pursed his lips and smiled, and said coquettishly: "Yes!"

She took the sword, the cold light of the sword body flickered, the forest was cold, she lightly rested, the long sword rested on Helian Tieshu's neck, looking at everyone.

Everyone suddenly slowed down, stopped, and stared at Azhu, as if they wanted to kill her with their eyes, if they couldn't kill her, they could also intimidate her, make her soft, and let go of the general.

Xiao Yuesheng turned his head and glanced at the beggars, they had already woken up more than a dozen, and the old man was quite ingenious, putting a few together and letting them sniff the porcelain bottle at the same time.

In this way, you can save several people at once, which can be described as fast.

Seeing these people, Xiao Yuesheng relieved himself, lest he implicate these people once he fought.

"Look at this guy, I'm going to kill all Yipintang!" Xiao Yuesheng shouted softly, his figure fluttering out, sweeping towards everyone.

He fluttered and walked, like the wind, partial and fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of the gang, and slapped out with a palm.

A bald-headed monk stepped out, his eyes shining, and he greeted him with a sneer.

He was wearing a shabby gray monk's robe, his muscles were knotted, and his body was burly and strong, like an iron tower, and with every step, he felt that the ground trembled, and his momentum was awe-inspiring.

He flicked the sleeves of his robe with his left hand, his arm was black and furry, and his palm turned into a fist the size of a vinegar bowl.

With a loud bang, Xiao Yuesheng took a step back, tapped his toes, his figure floated, took a few steps in the air, and fell back to the same place.

These few steps of his were Ling Bo's micro-steps, and the internal force moved with his steps, dissolving the internal force that poured into the meridians.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled, calm and serene, like a smile on the Buddha statue in the temple, compassionate and compassionate, and tolerant of everything in the world.

When the bald monk saw him smiling, his heart was on fire, and he shouted: "Eat the Buddha's punch!"

He kicked hard under his feet, the dirt splashed, his body turned into a gray shadow, his left fist smashed out, and in the whirring wind, he crashed into Xiao Yuesheng.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, drew an arc with his left palm, and an internal force suddenly gushed out, forming an invisible shield of light, blocking the great monk.

The monk smashed his fist, turned his head and mouth, and was unspeakably uncomfortable.

I felt that the fist was hit in a ball of fluttering, weak and powerless, but with tenacity, like leather, it couldn't be penetrated.

When you want to close your fist, it's like sticking to it, and any such hard work won't help.

His face suddenly showed horror, as if he had seen a ghost, and the internal force around his body was pouring out, like a dam opening the floodgates, and a deep internal force poured out.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, his left palm was left in the air, and he held his palm upward, as if he was holding an object, formless and substantial, and this thing was hit by the bald monk.

The monk maintains the posture of lunge punching, motionless, like a statue.

The rest of the people understood that the two of them were competing with their internal strength, and they didn't move, but the most dangerous thing was that they didn't die.

Xiao Yuesheng only felt that an endless stream of internal force poured in, pouring in along the five meridians in his hands, like a river irrigating water, abundant and mighty.

Now his meridians are becoming more and more tenacious, as wide as the Yangtze River, in which the internal force is smooth and free, without any hindrance, directly rushing through the void road and reaching the dantian.

The surging internal force is then transported from the dantian to the major meridians around the body, as well as the internal organs, and the whole body is warm and indescribably comfortable.

Suddenly, he found that the dantian jumped, as if a cool breath was born, but it disappeared in a flash, disappeared without a trace, and it was difficult to find it again.

He was startled, excited, and smiled.

This turned out to be the innate qi, the most refined and pure, a little purer than the true qi of the Northern Darkness, how it was generated, but it was not innocent.

When I looked up, the great monk was frozen in place, his face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, and he revealed a little pleading.

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed, his body shook, and with a fierce force, the great monk flew up, slashed more than ten zhang in the air, and landed motionless with a "bang".

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed: "It's only strange that you are a person from Xixia Yipintang, you will be reincarnated in the next life, don't break into the martial arts again!"

"Amitayus! Eat me with a sword!" A Taoist priest floated forward, swish, the sword light flashed, and the three swords were linked, light and ruthless.

Xiao Yuesheng was on tiptoe, fluttering back, and glanced at this Taoist priest, about fifty or sixty years old, with bright eyebrows and silver hair, white beard, and a pair of Danfeng eyes with bright eyes and elegant bearing.

Xiao Yuesheng looked at him, and he also looked at Xiao Yuesheng, his expression was calm, his eyes were cold, and there was an air of indifference.

Xiao Yuesheng knew at a glance that this Taoist priest had killed a lot of people, and he was angry and angry, naturally revealing a terrifying meaning, his eyes were like a goshawk seeing a hare, and his killing intent was full.

"Who are you?" Xiao Yuesheng frowned, secretly screaming pity.

Wealth is tempting, many masters can't resist, hard practice martial arts, most people are still for glory and wealth, and the same is true for future generations, up and down for thousands of years, the surname has not changed.

The old Taoist chief said slowly: "Amitayus...... Poor road Helan Mountain one yuanzi!"

His eyes flashed, and he glanced at Helian Tieshu behind Xiao Yuesheng, and his expression was calm: "How can I release the general?"

Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows and laughed: "Hehe, I'm inseparable from Yipintang, how do you think I can let him go?"

He knew in his heart that since he was a Taoist priest of Helan Mountain, he didn't need to talk about any big truths, he could only kill.

Yiyuanzi Shuang's eyebrows moved, and he muttered: "Poor Dao has a set of swordsmanship here, which is extremely powerful, it is my Yiyuanguan Town Sect swordsmanship, and I will give it to the donor, and the donor will take revenge again, how about it?"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head with a smile: "Swordsmanship, but I am not rare, it is not as important as Helian Tieshu's life,...... You don't have to bother, you might as well kill me!"

"That being the case, the poor Dao is really helpless, and he can only get ......!" the old Tao announced the immeasurable life again, bowing his head and salving.

Before he finished speaking, his head was still bowed, the cold light flashed, and the tip of the sword had already stabbed in front of Xiao Yuesheng's throat, and the cold air was so cold that it almost stabbed.

Xiao Yuesheng's body suddenly shifted one foot, and the sword pierced the air, and then folded, turning the thorn into a sharpening, and cutting Xiao Yuesheng's head.

He took out the sword quickly, beyond people's imagination, and when he talked to Xiao Yuesheng, he was gathering momentum, gathering up his internal strength and concentrating on the sword.

Xiao Yuesheng was carrying the Taiqing Yuxia Purple Reflection Sutra, which could turn nothing into a phase, and he could see the true flow direction of his body.

In his eyes, the meridians are like green streamers, and the true qi is like green water, which is clearly visible.

In the body of Yiyuanzi Daoist, as he spoke, his true qi kept surging to his right arm, gathering on the sword, and a long sword turned green, clear green, like green jade.

Xiao Yuesheng toed a little, his body floated again, and the tip of the sword slashed across his chest, and the cold air penetrated through his chest, which was almost a millimeter.

This sword missed, and it was another sword, the tip of the sword trembled, and a sword flower enveloped his chest, and the changes between the moves were smooth and free, without any hindrance.

Xiao Yuesheng secretly admired it, it was really good swordsmanship, the sword was extremely fast, and the sword moves were exquisite, which was really rare, and it was clearly imprinted in his mind.

He is not in a hurry to kill, and wants to learn this set of swordsmanship, so he dodges left and right, and does not fight back.

But seeing the sword light Huo Huo, he only had the ability to parry, and he had no power to fight back, Ah Bi was anxious, and said softly: "Sister Ah Zhu, how is it good?!"

Ah Zhu frowned, tightened the hilt of his sword, and turned his head to look at Wang Yuyan: "Miss Wang, does it matter if Mr. wants?"

Wang Yuyan stared at the middle of the field, her bright eyes didn't blink, she didn't blink when she heard the words, and said quickly: "It doesn't matter, he deliberately showed weakness!"

Ah Zhu and Ah Bi breathed a sigh of relief, this Taoist priest's swordsmanship is extremely fast, and it is exquisite, a sword is as fast as a sword, as if each sword can be stacked.

More and more people watched, and the beggars were rescued one by one, and they woke up one after another, wanting to scold, but they were attracted by this fight and kept quiet.

Xiao Yuesheng's feet drifted, like a wisp of fresh wind, and the Taoist priest's long sword became faster and faster, only the cold light was seen, and the sword body could not be seen clearly.

This set of swordsmanship is called the Wild Wave Sword, and the essence lies in this, like a huge wave rushing, wave after wave, the sword momentum is getting faster and faster, and it is unstoppable.

There are a total of nine swords in this set of swordsmanship, the first sword, just a little faster, a sword is as fast as a sword, the power of the first few swords is added, to the ninth sword, ninety-nine overlapping, the strongest power.

As his sword is fast, Xiao Yuesheng's body is getting faster and faster, as fast as a ghost, and when the beggar helps everyone see it, they only feel a chill in their hearts, such a body is difficult to resist.

"Huh

Xiao Yuesheng was only one foot away from the tip of the sword, and if he wanted to dodge, it was too late.

"Ah!" Ah Zhu and Ah Bixiu's faces turned pale, and they cried out in surprise, and the disciples of the beggar gang also exclaimed: "Jian Mang!

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and smiled, and gently slashed down towards the void.

"Snort-" With a soft roar, the green mang suddenly split in two and turned into nothingness, as if it had been cut in half by something.

"Flame Knife!" Wang Yuyan shouted softly.

"Yes, isn't this the flame knife of the great monk Guma Zhi?!" Abi suddenly patted Azhu's hand.

With a shake of Azhu's arm, the Biyue Sword suddenly moved, and Helian Tieshu's neck oozed blood.

The Biyue Sword given by Duan Zhengchun, sharpening iron like mud, blowing hair and breaking hair, is a top-grade sword, cutting people's heads like cutting tofu, with a little force, it will naturally cut the skin.

Ah Zhu hurriedly withdrew his sword, sighed, and hurriedly turned to Helian Tieshu to check the injury, but saw that his face remained unchanged and glared at him coldly.

Seeing that his wound was not deep, Ah Zhu breathed a long sigh of relief, and turned his head to glare at Ah Bi: "Dead Nizi, I almost ruined Mr.'s big thing!"

Abi smiled apologetically and said busily, "Do you want to bandage him?"

Azhu thought for a while and nodded: "It's better to wrap it up." ”

Wang Yuyan's face was confused, her eyebrows frowned, and she muttered to herself, why did he have to deal with his opponent with the palm of his hand?

On that side, Xiao Yuesheng had already imprinted a palm on the mouth of the Taoist priest, and the internal force in his palm spit out, directly breaking the heart vein, and his body flew out ten zhang away, silent.

Xiao Yuesheng stepped forward, still with a compassionate smile on his face, and the true qi in his body was surging, surging in the meridians.

More than a dozen people stepped back, and he took a step back, their faces hesitant, no longer as fierce as they had just now.

The great monk and the Taoist priest of Yiyuanzi are both powerful figures, and they are the top masters in Yipintang, one of the best, and they are still dead against this Xiao Guanlan, and if they change themselves, they will not succeed.

"Let's all go up together!" suddenly shouted a big man, with a white cloth on his head, dressed strangely, and with a strange accent.

The crowd was so excited that they suddenly stopped, looking left and right, asking each other what they thought.

The big man hurriedly shouted: "The general is still in his hands, rescue the general, we must kill him first......! Up-!"

"Shang-!" everyone agreed, and they all withdrew their swords and swords, and pounced on Xiao Yuesheng, enveloping him in an instant.

"Miss Wang......" Ah Zhu hurriedly turned his head to look.

Wang Yuyan shook her head: "He has Ling Bo microstep, he is not afraid of beating, it doesn't matter!"

It doesn't matter what she said, but her jade face was full of nervousness, thinking in her heart, these people can enter Yipintang, they must be masters, take out one, my cousin has a hard time coping with it, two, he can't cope with it at all.

But I saw Xiao Yuesheng's figure fluttering, suddenly in front, suddenly behind, tending to retreat smartly, chic and unrestrained, more than a dozen people besieged, in the shadow of swords and swords, there was no difficulty at all.

With a sneer on his face, he sighed: "Alas...... , Xixia Yipintang, the martial arts of those who enter the hall are all the best in the world, it is really ridiculous!"

He seemed to be whispering to himself, but his voice was condensed and spread, spreading out and clearly reaching everyone's ears, as if whispering in their ears.

In such a blink of an eye, more than a dozen moves have passed, Xiao Yuesheng's feet are light, but his mind is very busy, so he can only divide them into three parts and imprint their martial arts respectively.

In this way, if you want to learn everyone's martial arts, you can only extend the time, and when you learn three people, it will be the turn of the other three.

These people are the top masters in the world, and they are surrounded by the Western Xia Kingdom, if in normal times, these masters are rare to see, and it is even more difficult to gather.

A person with high martial arts skills is not unaspiring to wealth and glory, infinite, but easy to stimulate a person's potential and make him practice martial arts hard.

After watching it for a while, everyone understood that Xiao Yuesheng was playing monkey, but they didn't understand why he didn't make a move, just dodged instead of attacking, when he could defeat everyone.

Could it be that he had any scruples, and everyone speculated.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred moves have passed, the scene is still deadlocked, Xiao Yuesheng dodged calmly, and more than a dozen people besieged him, but the power was getting stronger and stronger.

They are all conceited, and when they encounter opponents, they are often enough to deal with it alone, and they can't wipe out the siege, and they lack tacit understanding with each other.

More than 100 moves passed, the tacit understanding gradually emerged, between attack and defense, the power was even greater, only to see the sword light and sword shadow, overwhelming the sky, like a surging flood, drowning Xiao Yuesheng.

"Mr. Xiao is hanging!" Ah Zhu Dai frowned, and his right hand tightened his long sword.

Wang Yuyan gradually felt nervous, it stands to reason that he should have made a move, could it be that he was wrong, he was powerless? !

"Girl, shall we help Master Xiao?" an old man stepped forward.

Wang Yuyan turned her head to look, she didn't know, and looked at Ah Zhu.

Ah Zhu hurriedly said, "Elder Xu, let's ask Mr. first!"

Xiao Yuesheng's ears were sharp, and he raised his voice with a long laugh, and said loudly: "Don't bother you, I'll do it!"

After that, his figure flashed and turned into a blurred shadow, faster and faster, like a cloud of fog moving, and a dozen of them couldn't see him clearly.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

More than a dozen figures flew up, spreading out in all directions like petals, Xiao Yuesheng stood in the center of the petals, slowly closed his palms, and stood quietly.

Just now, there was a silence in the blink of an eye, and between this movement, everyone stared at him in a daze.

Xiao Yuesheng's face turned red, trembled slightly, and sat directly on the ground with his knees crossed, and he started his work.

He secretly smiled bitterly, he was too greedy, and absorbed all the internal forces of these masters, although it was a bumper harvest and the internal force skyrocketed, but the transformation of the Northern Spiritual Skill was not enough, and more than a dozen internal forces clashed.

The beggars rushed up like a tide, instantly forming a group, protecting Xiao Yuesheng in the middle, and dozens of Western Xia knights around him slowly approached.

(To be continued)