flapping wings

Mu Xiaoque poured his true energy into the sword, forming a faint blush, he clenched his fingers, and rushed towards Zhou Mingde.

chap!

The swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, and Mu Xiaoque retreated four steps in a row, but Zhou Mingde didn't take a step back. Before he could stand still, the other party rushed over with the sword.

Mu Xiaoque leaned back and held the sword that was coming towards his forehead. With a crash, the bluestone slab shattered from under his feet. He slightly bent his knees, stepped on the ground, and fell to the ground with his strength and rolled out.

The sword slashed heavily on the ground, carving a deep scratch. Zhou Mingde raised the sword high with both hands, and slashed towards Mu Xiaoque's tumbling figure. Every blow almost scraped his lapel and chopped the ground.

After escaping Zhou Mingde's attack again, Mu Xiaoque put his sword on the ground and flew up. He took advantage of the momentum on the tree trunk in front of him to stab Zhou Mingde.

The hem of his clothes fluttered in the air, the tip of his sword rubbed against Zhou Mingde's sword, and hit his throat directly.

Looking at the sword that was about to stab his chest from the corner of the eye, Mu Xiaoque suddenly picked up the tip of the sword lightly, patted Zhou Mingde's wrist, and his whole body floated like a fallen leaf.

Floating into the opponent's arms like a twisted shadow, the silver needle held between the fingertips aimed at the Tanzhong acupoint and sent it there.

This is the trick he came up with after watching Qi Ping's Falling Leaves Style, but the Yin-Yang Wuxiang Magic Art is really too complicated, so he only came up with this trick.

The palm was printed on Zhou Mingde's chest, and a surging force suddenly rushed towards him, and the silver needle moved forward with difficulty under the two opposite forces.

The silver needle finally pierced Zhou Mingde's clothes, but there was a sudden ding, and Mu Xiaoque couldn't help being stunned. The next second, Zhou Mingde's big hand had already struck the back of his neck.

The palm wind made his neck hurt, Mu Xiaoque didn't dare to hesitate anymore, her whole body instantly became half a head shorter, borrowing Zhou Mingde's internal strength, rubbed the side of the opponent's palm, and rolled backwards.

Before the silver needle could be retracted in time, it hit the bluestone floor with a ding, rolled for a while, and was stepped on the sole of the foot by Zhou Mingde.

Although Mu Xiaoqueren retreated in embarrassment, the hot zhenqi had already sneaked past Zhou Mingde's chest during the confrontation, and in the blink of an eye, it had already swam around in his eight meridians.

Zhou Mingde obviously paused, and the forces of different attributes collided in his chest, making his eyes even redder. Amidst the roar, he slammed his chest violently and spewed out a mouthful of black blood, making his whole person even more manic.

After landing on the ground, Mu Xiaoque glanced at him, didn't dare to delay, and continued to charge forward with the sword, but halfway through the sword, she was suddenly caught by Zhou Mingde with his bare hands, unable to advance an inch.

The strong internal force hit his hand holding the sword along the blade, Mu Xiaoque's mouth ached, and dripping blood dripped down the hilt to the ground. He didn't dare to relax, and his true energy ran along the blade and collided with the opponent. together.

With a buzzing sound, the blade of the sword vibrated, and Mu Xiaoque's palm could no longer withstand such a strong impact, and the force was slightly loose, and the whole person couldn't help but retreated. His toes rubbed against the ground until he hit an old tree behind him, and then Finally stopped.

The blood rushing to the throat was swallowed, and at the same time, Zhou Mingde's big hand was already grabbing his head, maybe it was just wiped lightly, and his head was about to move completely.

Mu Xiaoque couldn't back up enough, raised his arms and crossed them above his head. The next moment, a heavy palm slapped on his arms, power surged, Mu Xiaoque's figure suddenly shrank, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

The old tree behind him was shattered, and he flew out with him, hitting the ground heavily.

Spewing out a mouthful of blood, Mu Xiaoque raised his sleeve and wiped the blood from his lips, took a deep breath and stood up, staring at Zhou Mingde's chest, if he guessed correctly, Yu Ruyi should be here.

He casually picked up a reasonably good sword from the ground, adjusted his movements, and rushed towards Zhou Mingde again.

Zhou Mingde casually threw his sword aside, twisted his creaking neck, and stared straight at Mu Xiaoque with emotionless eyes.

He stepped forward and stood there with his bare hands, looking like he wanted to tear Mu Xiaoque apart with his bare hands.

Mu Xiaoque had never experienced such a tingling feeling when fighting against humans. What he was facing now could no longer be called a human being, but an uncivilized beast.

With flying hair and fluttering skirts, Mu Xiaoque was dressed in a reddish-brown dress, and flew over like a burning firebird.

The sword swings like a spirit snake, and when you look closely, it is almost like the "Fei Hua Style". A pair of fleshy palms clamped the body of the sword suddenly. At this moment, Mu Xiaoque let go, and the whole person seemed to suddenly turn into another sword , got into Zhou Mingde's defense, and put his finger on his sandalwood point.

In the crackling sound of crackling, he didn't dare to delay and jumped out. In mid-air, his whole body spun around, avoiding the big hand that was slapped on his back, and when he landed and rolled, his hand was clamped and he lay on the ground. of silver needles.

However, before he had time to rejoice, a shadow suddenly appeared on his head.

Qi Ping had just finished dispersing the people in the houses on the street, and now he was watching the battle, his legs were a little weak from fright, he immediately ran forward at a high speed, holding the sword in both hands in a slashing posture.

"Old bastard, look at the trick!" Before the person arrived, the voice came first. Seeing the big foot that was about to land on Mu Xiaoque's head, he was shocked, but the distance was too far, he could only hope to disturb Zhou Mingde's audiovisual .

"Xiaoqi, catch it, Tanzhong point," Mu Xiaoque flicked the silver needle on his fingertips, and threw himself forward to hug Zhou Mingde's thigh.

Blood gushed out of his mouth, his eyes went dark, but the arms holding Zhou Mingde's leg became tighter.

He was dragged by Zhou Mingde so that he slid forward against the ground, his chin bumped against the raised stone, the pain made him almost burst into tears.

Tapping his toes lightly on the ground, he spun half a circle on the ground, stretched out his left leg to reach behind Zhou Mingde's heel, and with a plop, he shouted: "Xiao Qi, hurry up! Seize the moment!"

Qi Ping threw down his sword directly, and the moment Zhou Mingde fell to the ground, he threw himself on the opponent, and the silver needle on his fingertips pierced Zhou Mingde's sandalwood hard at the moment when Zhou Mingde's true energy was about to be raised. Middle point.

"Ah!" A painful wail instantly awakened the sleeping people in Yunhe City.

Wei Chen opened his eyes abruptly, his true energy swelled all over his body, his clothes fluttered, he flew over with another silver needle between his fingertips, and slapped his palm into the Baihui acupoint on the center of Zhou Mingde's head.

He sat up with one hand holding Zhou Mingde, stretched out his foot and kicked Qi Ping and Mu Xiaoque to other places, his palms were printed on each other's backs, true energy poured in, and circulated in the meridians around the two points of Tanzhong and Baihui.

With one free hand, he tapped the nine big acupoints on Zhou Mingde's back, every time he tapped, the redness in Zhou Mingde's eyes faded by half.

The whole process lasted for half an hour, and at the end, he slapped Zhou Mingde's back with his palm, and both of them spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and fell to the ground one after another.

Just as Qi Ping was about to put down Mu Xiaoque in his arms, there was a sudden weight on his shoulder, followed by another pain, and a blue figure jumped over.

Qi Ping looked back, his whole body trembled instantly, it was Shi Qing, this bastard was coming, he didn't dare to put Mu Xiaoque down, Mo Dao has been eyeing them both, I'm afraid that at this time they might take advantage of their illness to kill them .

Wei Yanzhi rushed over from a distance, and instantly fought with Shi Qing. Amid the sound of weapons being exchanged, a group of upright people suddenly left and returned.

Looking intently, Xiang Qing'er's eyes were closed tightly, and she was sitting on the roof of the carriage running behind, sweating from her forehead.

This group of people looked dull, ran up to him, and slashed at Shi Qing with his sword regardless of their lives.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Qi Ping came to Wei Chen with Mu Xiaoque in his arms, hugged his master's shoulder with one hand and moved away.

"Jade Ruyi is broken," Mu Xiaoque looked at Zhou Mingde in a weak voice, "Shut up, tell Wei Yanzhi and Xiang Qing'er, let's fight and retreat."

Xiang Qing'er had already driven the carriage to the front, and Qi Ping moved Mu Xiaoque and Wei Chen into the carriage, "Sister Xiang, you lead Que'er to retreat first and go to the stronghold, my senior brother and I will be there soon."

After speaking, he rushed to the battle ring, picked up the lifeless Zhou Mingde and threw it towards Shi Qing, "Sect Master Shi, catch it, I don't care if Yu Ruyi breaks."

Seeing Shi Qing frantically catching Zhou Mingde, he hurriedly dragged Wei Yanzhi around and ran, catching up with the galloping horse in front, and jumped onto the roof of the car: "Brother, hurry up."

Shi Qing carried Zhou Mingde, pushed aside the righteous disciples who were blocking the way, and stared at Qi Ping and the others with a gloomy face: "Chasing! Whoever picks Mu Xiaoque's head will share the yin and yang non-phase magic."

Qi Ping squatted on the roof of the car, and slapped a big man who jumped up with his palm. Seeing more and more people surrounded him, he jumped to the side wall of the car and kicked a few people who were trying to get in through the windows.

Grabbing the crossbar on the compartment wall, he leaned half his body out, grabbed a bag of white flour from a shop by the side of the street, threw it on the roof of the car, and shouted: "Grandma, I'll send someone to deliver the flour money later."

"Close your eyes, hold your breath," Wei Yanzhi opened the bag of white flour and let out a low voice, and then white powder all over the sky was thrown down towards the chasing crowd, coughing and wailing one after another.

Qi Ping pulled the crossbar, turned his whole body around once, kicked away a few people who were holding on to the back of the carriage, flipped neatly to the other side, and waved at the old woman at the wonton stall.

The old woman waited for the carriage to pass by, pretended to fall, and directly overturned a dustpan of beans on the side of the road. The bright red beans were scattered on the street, jumping high.

Wei Yanzhi sat excitedly on the roof of the car, watching the enemies in the distance who fell on their backs and clapped their hands with laughter, "Ping'er, this is too exciting."

Qi Ping was hanging on the side wall of the carriage, not as optimistic as Wei Yanzhi, he climbed onto the roof of the carriage, knelt down on one knee, looked into the distance, held a sword in front of him, with solemn eyebrows.

"Xiao Pinger," Wei Yanzhi stretched out his hand and pushed him, seeing that Qi Ping didn't even move, he didn't even blink his eyes, he took a deep look at his junior brother, and then calmed down.

"Here we come," a smear of red turned the corner of the street, so fast it almost became a phantom, Qi Ping's hand holding the sword tightened, and in the next second, he stretched out his feet and wrapped them around Wei Yanzhi's thigh, and at the same time, he flew towards the premise and stabbed Wei Yanzhi with the sword. past.

The phantom disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, Qi Ping quickly turned around in mid-air, and a small fleshy palm suddenly appeared where he was just now.

After Wei Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, he quickly reacted. He knew that this person must be difficult to deal with, but his experience in fighting the enemy was limited. In order not to cause trouble for Qi Ping, he blocked Qi Ping's toes with one hand and Wielding a quick sword in his hand to protect himself and the carriage.

Qi Ping stepped on his senior brother's hand with his toes, his body rose suddenly, and he held the sword in both hands and slashed towards the empty air below.

In the next moment, a smear of red appeared under the sword, and the sword pierced through a layer of barrier. Before it could pierce through completely, the smear of red disappeared again.

Qi Ping jumped onto the roof of the car, closed his eyes and felt the wind direction around him, suddenly a layer of goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck, he suddenly lowered his head, lying on the car, raised his legs and kicked upwards.

His legs brushed against the corner of his clothes, he turned over, faced up to the sky, stretched out his left palm to face him, the palms collided, Qi Ping's blood surged, but he also found out the foundation of the Red Rakshasa.

The main advantage of this person is speed, as long as he is not allowed to take advantage of this, everything can be resisted.

Qi Ping casually threw the sword to Wei Yanzhi for safekeeping, took out the dagger from his arms, spat out a mouthful of blood, and quickly turned over to the left.

At the same time, he swung the dagger in his hand to the right, the phantom disappeared, and the red Rakshasa's small child-like hand supported his arm.

Qi Ping immediately turned over and punched Hong Luosha in the stomach, blood sprayed on his arm, he didn't even look at it, and continued to swing the second punch.

"Brother, please forgive me," the immature voice suddenly sounded, and was crushed under the wheels of the galloping carriage, "Let me go, I won't dare again."

"Okay," Qi Ping smiled softly, "I'll let you go, what are you going to do?"

"let it go!"

The sharp screams resounded through the entire street of Yunhe City. Qi Ping pulled out the knife that had been stuck in his chest, and stabbed him fiercely again. With a gentle expression on his face, he smiled and said: "On the way to the underground, take care of yourself." Think about what you've done in your life."

Seeing the resentment frozen on Red Rakshasa's face, he straightened up, waved him to the street where the carriage passed in disgust, raised his hand and rubbed his ears, "I was called brother by a 40-year-old uncle, and my ears hurt."

"He's 40 years old?" Wei Yanzhi recovered from the horror, ran to the side of the car and looked over, "I'm so scared to death, brother, I thought why my Xiao Ping'er is so ruthless?"

Qi Ping hadn't planned to talk to him a long time ago. He hung it on the side wall of the carriage, stuck his head through the window, and kissed Mu Xiaoque's forehead, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay, a slight internal injury," Mu Xiaoque raised her hand to touch his face, and dragged him directly into the carriage, "How are you?"

"It's okay, a slight internal injury," Qi Ping replied imitating him, leaning on his body and kissing him, proudly said: "I killed the Red Raksha, and I, Qi Ping, will have a place in the Jianghu from now on."

Mu Xiaoque rubbed his fingers against the corners of his eyes, "Yunhe City is over."

"It's over," Qi Ping smiled bitterly, and changed the subject: "Do you think Shi Qing will die of anger if he didn't find Yu Ruyi?"

"Maybe," Mu Xiaoque closed her eyes, "The bamboo basket fetched water in vain."

"You are so ruthless," Qi Ping smiled while lying in Mu Xiaoque's arms, "How many people's dream of number one in the world has been completely ruined in your hands."