beg for chivalry

The figures of the two flashed out quickly, entangled with each other, their sharp claws facing the sleeves of their robes, and the fight became more and more inseparable.Confused for a while, while parrying the wrong left, he continued to speak lazily: "Everyone, please look at the acupoints I opened. Xuanji, Shangwan, Miasma, and Shenque are exactly where the luck of the crane is." He flicked his white sleeves suddenly, Tear off a bit of the crooked gauze skirt on the left, Yasha's white clothes peel off, revealing the scales and iron armor underneath.

And on the chest of the iron armor, there is a palm-sized bronze mirror embedded.After a while, he said to the heroes of the Martial League: "This is where Yasha's gate of life lies. Although He Xingbu looks powerful, there is one point that no one can stab, and that is the Yutang point under the mirror."

The heroes heard it in their ears, and their hearts were filled with indescribable joy.There is a way to deal with this monster!The more powerful the kung fu is, the more important points are there.It seems that as long as the heart guard is broken and Yasha's acupoints are stabbed, at least it can abolish her kung fu, and at worst it can teach her to lose her soul in an instant.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Buzheng grabbed the long sleeve suddenly.The woman smiled sinisterly: "Junior brother, you really talk too much!"

She jerked off the long sleeves, and actually lifted the whole boy in the crane cloak, lifted his body and threw him hard on the ground.Ke Mi seemed to have expected this for a while, she tore off her long sleeve with a wave of her hand, and fell behind her lightly like a cloud.

Zuo Buzheng looked at him with his head tilted, his eyes were cold, and he said contemptuously: "Obviously you ignored the death of the Tunri gang leader before, but now you jump out and teach the scum in the Wumeng how to deal with me, it's really ridiculous."

She suddenly sneered and said, "But junior brother, you and I practice the same kung fu, and my vital points are also your vital points. If you tell me now, you will never be able to live in peace in the future. Because in the Wumeng There will always be people with small stomachs who want to take the seventh place in the Jianghu rankings from you, and you have just made your deathbed known to the world, haha!"

Mimi scratched his head for a while, and said, "Well...Because before...I was taking a nap, so I didn't have time to break two tricks with you."

"As for the important acupoints, I don't care." Miji said indifferently for a while, "What's the use of being on the Jianghu list? Can it fill my stomach? Can it teach me to sleep soundly? Can it help our sect Did the dead disciples come out of the soil?"

He shook his head: "No, nothing, nothing can be done. But as long as I can make Senior Sister you not kill people today, I can sleep peacefully."

When the two men started fighting, more and more disciples crawled out from under the burnt ruins.These disciples were all disciples who had gathered in the hall before, seeing that the situation had temporarily stabilized, they crawled out trembling and gathered around their sect masters.Only the disciples of the Tunri Gang were at a loss, kneeling beside Neng Daliang's corpse and howling.

Seeing that there were more and more people around him, Abbot Langsi pondered for a moment, then waved his hands tremblingly to the Jianghu disciples: "Everyone, everybody, please listen to my words."

The Jianghu disciples raised their faces darkened by the smoke, their eyes were frightened but clear, and they looked at Abbot Langsi with hope.

Abbot Lang Si stood where he was, shivering like a dead branch blown by the cold wind.He closed his hands tremblingly, and bowed deeply to everyone.

"I was born in Fazang Temple in Panshan. I once worked with the abbot of Wutai to plan and draw the five magic circles, and asked the disciples in the temple to practice together."

The disciples looked at him quietly, like believers listening to the lecture in a Buddhist hall.

"The five-dharma array means that the formation is ever-changing and contains five dharmas, which are the dharma of the heart, the dharma of the mind, the dharma of form, the dharma of non-correspondence, and the dharma of inaction. .”

Abbot Lang Si glanced at all the disciples, and saw only a few monks in Wutai Temple, and there was a sense of sorrow in his eyes, "Nowadays, more than half of the monks in the temple are killed and injured, and the leaders of various sects are also injured. I don't know if I am lucky today. Can you please help me to put down this magic circle to fight against the enemy together?"

At this time, this person was no longer the solemn and solemn abbot of the Tibetan monastery, but more like an old man who was at a loss.He bowed his head tremblingly, showing a helpless attitude to ask everyone for help.

All the disciples had no leader, and they didn't know how to intervene in the confrontation between Mizhenzi and Zuo Buzheng. At this time, when they heard the name of the five magic circles that had been rumored in the Jianghu for a long time, their hearts suddenly turned from sadness to joy, and they said in unison: "Just listen The abbot ordered!"

These five magic circles are the secrets of the five temples in Panshan Mountain, and the mystery of them has never been known to the world.Now that the abbot Lang Si sees the situation is critical, he is able to speak generously about the deployment of this formation, which shows his sincerity in eliminating harm for the world.

The abbot's long eyebrows trembled, and he sighed to the sky: "There is a saying in Dharma Sutra: 'All living beings are afraid of death, and all are afraid of the sword and stick. , get rid of this evil!"

Immediately, he pointed out the important things such as the number of people in the five magic circles, the array, the orientation, and the chanting of the mantra to everyone. Although some of the disciples were dull, they also knew that the situation was critical, so they kept it in their hearts.Some monks who are used to forming formations also sincerely gave advice, and after a while they listed out the five-dharma formations that are heavily guarded.

Abbot Langsi shouted: "Use the magic circle to protect the immortal head of Mizhenzi! Don't let that devil hurt the fairy head!"

At this time, on the scorched black ruins, only two white shadows were seen dancing like the wind.

For a while, he and Zuo Buzheng exchanged hands, and suddenly the woman laughed and said, "Oh, you're bleeding."

Warm drops of water flowed from his nose, and he dazedly stretched out his hand to wipe it for a while, but bright red blood flowed from his eye sockets first.

Zuo Bu was tempting him to speed up his body movements a little bit until his body couldn't bear it.Although Mizhenzi still looked like a young man, his body became more and more decayed as he got older, and crane walking was not an ordinary skill. Teach him to be mindful but powerless to resist.

"Is it because I haven't practiced this skill for a long time, so it seems unfamiliar?" Zuo Buzheng smiled and said, "Junior brother, you are getting old, but I have not changed."

For a while, he looked at the small puddle of blood in his palm, but didn't speak.At this moment, his seven orifices are bleeding, Zuo Buzheng knew that he had old wounds, deliberately used crane walking to induce him to reverse his viscera, he just wanted to use this method to consume him to death.

An array of five dharma circles came between the two of them, and the black heads suddenly squeezed in. The wall of people protected the bloody maze, and the Jianghu disciples shouted in unison: "Put down the evil spirits!"

Some disciples boldly shouted: "Hou Tianlou Yasha, don't be mad! We are so numerous that each of us can drown you with a single sip!"

Zuo Buzheng sneered: "Why should the mob be afraid?"

"The swordsmanship of the leader of the Martial League is unparalleled in the world, the fairy leader Mizhenzi can penetrate the secrets of heaven, and the abbot Langsi has profound skills. These top-notch figures are now surrounding you. You can't escape with your wings!"

Yasha snorted: "Three ants put together, are they worth one finger of mine?"

For a while, he was panting behind the crowd, holding his arm that was in severe pain.He felt chaotic inner energy rolling and rushing all over his body, and he couldn't find a way to let it out.He whispered to the disciples beside him:

"Thank you for your help, but it doesn't have to be this way."

The disciples were all engrossed in watching Yaksha before, and they did not dare to slack in the footwork of the five magic circles. Now they were puzzled when they heard what he said, and asked eagerly: "Immortal Elder, why do you say that?" We are also kind, don't be ungrateful, wait for the enemy to pass Yasha before..."

The young man in the crane cloak panted, "You don't need to protect me, I don't want to see more people die by Yasha's men." He was silent for a moment, and said, "Just to defeat Senior Sister Zuo, you have to have a stronger and deeper body." I am also a person with internal energy. I am also old, and I have a lot of idle time, and I am not good at the previous exercises, so I can't push the strength into her vital points."

The Jianghu disciples became anxious when they heard this, and some disciples hurriedly said: "You are not considered a person with profound inner strength, who else is?"

Mi Zhenzi said slowly: "The late leader of the Tunri Gang can be counted as a leader. If he was present, the leader of the martial arts is also qualified. If he is not present, he should be the third on the Jianghu list—"Qingfengzhang" Huang Mo."

Someone said urgently: "We have also heard the name of Mr. Huang, 'Qingfengzhang', the leader of the martial arts alliance is only ranked fourth or fifth, so he is naturally a powerful old man. But Mr. Huang joined the national team ten years ago. He retired, where can I find him now?"

"So today's victory or defeat," Mi Zhan wiped the blood from his face for a while, with a dazed look, "It all depends on the leader of the Wu League."

Back to Wu Wugong.

From the moment when Mi Zhenzi fought with Zuo Buzheng, Wu Wugong tightly clenched his hand on the hilt of his sword, and squeezed a handful of sweat into his palm.

He was hesitating when to draw his sword.After the Jun Tian Sword has entered the tenth level, the first sword has the most power, which can be called a sword to eliminate souls.But if Zuo Buzheng received the first sword, then the second and third swords after that would be nothing to fear, he would no longer be able to defeat this Yasha-like woman.

Wu Wugong suddenly realized that he was afraid.

In more than ten years of being the leader of the alliance, he has never been so afraid of the woman in black standing in front of him as he is today.Her whole body is as dark as the night, and she wields her sharp claws chaotically. She is even more terrifying than the yaksha ghost with teeth like knives and halberds and eyes like lights in the text.

Can this soul-eliminating sword really kill her?Or is there no way to do anything to her, to keep her alive?

Leader Wu's mind was in a mess, but at this moment he suddenly heard a rustling sound behind him, as if someone came over the burnt wood and stood beside him.Wu Wugong looked to the side, and saw a young man in brocade clothes standing there in a daze, his face was stained with burnt ashes, but he still looked pale and bloodless.

"Golden Crow!" Wu Wugong called hastily, his face beaming with joy, he put his arms around the boy's shoulders, looked at the ripped clothes on his body and said with pity, "My good nephew, where did you go just now? Uncle is worried about your safety, I wish I could Turn over this pile of broken wooden pillars and search carefully!"

Zuo Buzheng called indifferently from the same place: "Shui Jiu."

"Yes." Wu Wugong could only hear the boy in his arms answer without emotion.He looked down, only to see a pair of eyes stained with hostility, the eyes of a murderer.

Yasha stood with folded hands, smiled and said, "Kill him."

There was no need to ask again, the boy suddenly raised his hand, and a short dagger slipped out of his sleeve.

The weak and well-behaved appearance in the past disappeared suddenly, and the ghost of the clothes was cold, and stabbed the tip of the dagger into Wu Wugong's chest.