A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Sikong Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a sneer. His eyes were full of ridicule and disdain, as if he was looking at a clown.

"Are you disappointed?" His voice was cold and powerful, and every word was like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of the national teacher. His posture was upright, like a towering tree, standing firm.

"Impossible! You were poisoned by my seven-colored scorpion and no one can save you! How can you still be alive?"

The Imperial Master was furious, his voice echoing in the air like thunder. His face flushed red, his eyes burning with anger.

Even gods and immortals could not cure this poison, so how could he have a chance to survive? He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into the flesh, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.

The six people's attacks were all bounced back by their powerful internal forces. They all steadied their steps, with solemn expressions on their faces. Their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were hit by a powerful force.

Xiao Sizha's eyes flashed with cunning, and he sneered: "Do you think you are the best in the world in terms of medical skills and poisons? There are people who are better than you! Humph!"

His voice was full of provocation and ridicule, as if he was deliberately trying to irritate the Imperial Master. A smug smile appeared on his face, as if he was proud of his own intelligence.

As the national master, he only wanted to be the best in the world. He would never allow someone to be better than him. "Who? Who? Who? Report me, you are looking for death!" His voice was full of anger and unwillingness, as if he was questioning the heaven and earth.

He raised his palm slightly, and a strong internal force gathered in his palm, twisting the surrounding air. He wanted to kill the person who was stronger than him with one palm. His eyes were full of madness and murderous intent, as if he wanted to destroy the whole world.

Shui Qinglian sighed, secretly blaming Xiao Sizhe in her heart. This guy, you are adding danger to me!

His eyes were full of helplessness and worry, but he held the black iron fan tightly in his hand, ready to deal with the attack of the national teacher at any time. Her lips trembled slightly, as if telling of her inner uneasiness.

Xiao Sizhe wanted to irritate him and distract him. He chuckled, "You never thought there would be a disciple in this world who is more powerful than the master!"

His voice was full of pride and sarcasm, as if he was deliberately provoking the imperial teacher. His eyes flashed with mischief, as if he was playing a dangerous game.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shui Qinglian saw a vortex shooting towards him. The vortex was powerful and seemed to swallow him up. His face changed, and he quickly waved the black iron folding fan in his hand, trying to resist this powerful attack.

The fan passed through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was engaged in a fierce battle with the vortex.

Shui Qinglian frowned, and waved the fan in his hand to create a huge wind wheel to block the strong force. But in the blink of an eye, the wind wheel stopped, and the folding fan flashed with cold light and flew towards him.

Shui Qinglian thought to herself: This Meng Tonglu is really powerful. My wind wheel was broken so easily. But I can't retreat. I must find his flaw.

He held the fan tightly in his hand, feeling the coolness from the fan ribs, and beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

He stared at the folding fan that was flying towards him rapidly. It was like a ray of cold light, carrying a fierce momentum.

He shook his wrist slightly, secretly exerting his internal strength, preparing to control the folding fan the moment it got close to him. When the folding fan was about to hit him, he exerted force suddenly, and an invisible force surged from his palm, slowing the speed of the folding fan instantly, and then slowly flew back to his hand under his control.

Two moon blades shot over, one at the fan and the other at the vortex. There were sounds of "clang" and "crack" - the two moons had stern eyes, and the scimitars in their hands were like two crescent moons, emitting a mysterious silver glow.

Shuangyue used the "Moonlight Technique" skill, and at this moment she performed the "Moon Wheel Breaking Strike". Her body was as fast as lightning, her wrist turned slightly, and her internal force was continuously injected into the scimitar. The moon wheel made a sharp sound of breaking wind and rushed towards the target at a very fast speed, as if it could cut everything in pieces.

The scimitar neutralized Shui Qinglian's danger and flew back.

Shuangyue's eyes were as sharp as torches, thinking in her heart: I must not let the Imperial Master succeed. With a slight flick of her wrist, she accurately controlled the direction of the Moon Wheel, and felt relieved when she saw the scimitar successfully block the attack. However, she also knew that this was only a temporary relief, and the battle was far from over.

Shui Qinglian took advantage of the situation and jumped up, quickly stretched out her hands, with a cold light flashing from her body and shooting towards the national teacher's eyes - the eyes are the weakest part of the human body.

The scimitar flew back into Shuangyue's hand. Shui Qinglian reached out and sucked the fan back into her hand, continuing to attack the dantian, the weakest part of her body.

Shui Qinglian's eyes flashed with determination. He knew it was a risk, but he had no choice. The moment his body was in the air, he seemed to forget everything around him. Only the eyes of the national teacher became his only goal.

The wind whistled in his ears, and his heartbeat was clearly audible. His fingers were slightly bent, and his internal force was concentrated on his fingertips, and the cold light shot out like lightning. He focused on his attack, hoping to cause damage to the national teacher.

Xiao Si Zha's eyes were focused, his body was as light as a civet cat, and the Qingfeng mirror in his hand shone with a cold light. He used the "Spirit Shadow Assault" move, and his body instantly turned into a blurry shadow, rushing towards the national teacher from the left at an incredible speed, and the Qingfeng mirror in his hand was like a flash of lightning, piercing the national teacher's ear hole.

Sikong Yan's face was solemn. He shook the long sword in his hand and performed the "Wind-breaking Slash". The sword was sharp and sharp, and it attacked the national teacher's ear from the right side with a sharp sound of breaking wind. No matter how powerful he was, he had no time to take care of so many attacks.

Xiao Si Zhe was thinking: As long as he could find a flaw, he could create an opportunity for everyone. He moved like a ghost, every movement was just right, trying not to make any extra noise, and staring intently at the reaction of the national teacher. Si Kong Yan was also determined, not afraid of the national teacher's strength, and only wanted to contribute his own strength to the battle.

Han Mingguang could only shoot arrows at the place where he had no time to take care of, that is, the scapula at the back. But they were all bounced off by the vibrations emanating from his body. His defense was really strong. Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan were also unable to attack, and the place they stabbed was bounced off with a sound like a spring.

Han Mingguang was anxious, holding the bow and arrow tightly in his hand, but he could do nothing. Seeing his attacks bounced off again and again, he felt annoyed, but he was unwilling to give up and kept looking for new opportunities.

The two men turned over and jumped over his head, stabbing down from above rapidly - Tianling. The imperial master's copper gong eyes looked up strangely. He raised his stick-like long fingers to block the attack above his head.