Just at the moment when Zhou Yi and Gu Jian’s swords were about to collide!
The calm water surface suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and three big men soared into the sky with countless water splashes. Judging from their purple Taoist hats, these three men were obviously from the Wudang Sect.
These three Wudang masters also attacked together, and they used three long swords to perform a series of deadly sword techniques. One move after another was continuous like the surging waves of the Yangtze River and the rising tides of the sea. They used the changes of the strange and the even in a loop, and the sword moves were extremely sharp!
Zhou Yi was not worried at all, and laughed coldly: "What the hell is this famous and upright sect? Has Wudang fallen to this point now?" After saying that, Zhou Yi's wrist shook lightly, and the sword light immediately scattered in all directions. The invisible sword fire instantly condensed on the Butterfly Love Flower and poured out in all directions unscrupulously.
The dazzling sword light made the three Wudang disciples who were drawing their swords nearby narrow their eyes slightly. The swords in their hands paused slightly. They could only hear the powerful clanging sounds of metal clashing beside their ears, sparks splashed, countless waves were raised, and an astonishing storm suddenly rose in the air.
Tick-tock! Amidst this mighty sound, a dripping sound of blood falling on the sword was heard.
When the sword light faded and the waves dissipated, Dao Dao looked over and saw the bodies of the three disciples split into several pieces like broken dead leaves, and then a series of blood flowers were sprinkled, and they fell heavily in a pool of blood... ... .
"No... Puff!" Gu Jian let out a wail, and immediately flew backwards dozens of feet and fell heavily on the shore.
Zhou Yi took a step forward with Qinggong, leaped up, and flew over the shore. He put his sword against Gu Jian's throat and said, "Wudang swordsmanship is naturally perfect, but it's a pity that you are too weak. What skills do I need to defeat you?"
Gu Jian stared at Zhou Yi fiercely, but his voice trembled uncontrollably: "What...what do you want?"
"Brother Qianbei, stop it!"
A familiar voice sounded from afar. Zhou Yi looked up and saw that the woman who came had an excellent figure, exquisite curves, fair skin, high hair, and a sea-blue ancient costume gown, which made her look classical and elegant, with extraordinary temperament.
"Senior sister?" Zhou Yi couldn't help but be surprised. He never expected to see Qiu Ruoshui here. It was really a surprise. "Why are you here? Are you also coming to me for revenge for Murong Chunqiu?"
"Of course not." Qiu Rushui stepped forward with a complicated look in her eyes. After a while, she said in a deep voice: "It was Fairy Lei who asked me to come to you. She hoped that I could use our past friendship to stop you from killing people!"
"Ha!" Zhou Yi slowly sheathed his sword and said with a smile, "As expected, Fairy Lei understands me. I will definitely give Senior Sister Qiu a favor! But I still have to trouble Senior Sister to come with me?"
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Qiu Ruoshui with a smile, which made her feel like a thorn in her back. A strange sense of danger arose involuntarily. The famous Wudang senior sister 'Shangshan Ruoshui' actually made a trembling sound involuntarily.
"What do you want to do?"
Although he had heard about the terrifying power of the top gangs in the Central Plains, and even fought against such behemoths several times when he was in Jiangling and Shendu, it was not until this time that Zhou Yi truly realized how quickly these gangs would respond when such terrifying behemoths launched their full force.
From the time he made a high-profile journey westward, overcoming all obstacles and attacking the water checkpoints of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, to the time he defeated Gu Jian and met Qiu Ruoshui, and then returned, it took less than two hours in total.
However, not long after he turned north, spies galloping on flying horses appeared on the road ten miles outside the city, followed closely by the blue shirt troops under Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
This group of ace troops, which Murong Chunqiu personally selected, had less than a thousand people in total. At this moment, nearly three hundred people were dispatched at once. Each of them had at least the top second-rate skills, and they maintained a perfect battle formation at all times. Even if the top player of the world, Qianbei Buzui, met them, it would be very difficult.
Fortunately, with Murong Yanran's secret reminder, Zhou Yi knew very well that the most terrifying thing about this kind of top gang was not the strength of a single unit or the martial arts of a certain master, but their strong organizational ability, and the resulting reaction and reinforcement capabilities. Therefore, as soon as Zhou Yi found something wrong, he immediately hid in the dark, thus avoiding the embarrassment of a head-on battle with the Blue Shirts.
Thinking back to the time when they fled thousands of miles from the capital to the frontier, they were just fighting hand-to-hand with the enemies along the way. But now, in less than an hour, the masters of Xiaoxiang Pavilion who had figured out the whereabouts of this side appeared one after another, and more than half of the infinite strength of the entire Xiaoxiang Pavilion was led to the southwest by Zhou Yi's actions.
Fortunately, Murong Yanran had given Zhou Yi some action codes and contact information of Xiaoxiang Pavilion in advance, so Zhou Yi was cautious along the way and never engaged in a fight. Hiding here and there along the way, his speed naturally slowed down. It took him two hours to reach a safe residence and take a deep breath.
While Zhou Yi was resting, he began to feel secretly grateful in his heart.
His strategy has now begun to take effect. After he had overcome all obstacles and flexed his muscles at the southwest pass, the entire Xiaoxiang Pavilion thought that he would definitely flee to the southwest to seek the protection of Tiandao Song Wen. But now he suddenly turned north, which should be able to greatly mobilize the strength of Xiaoxiang Pavilion and create strong conditions for his escape.
Just as he was secretly delighted, a familiar and affectionate aura of internal energy suddenly burst out beside him. Zhou Yi couldn't help but look back, only to see Qiu Ruoshui closing her eyes and quietly circulating the true energy in her body.
"What kind of martial arts is this? Tai Chi?" Speaking of martial arts, Zhou Yi suddenly became interested and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
Qiu Ruoshui smiled, and a hint of pride appeared on her face.
"This is the Tai Chi Mysterious Art that Grand Master created in his later years. I would like to ask if the One Thousand Cups Without Getting Drunk, one of the eight great Half-Step Broken Masters in the world, is worthy of your attention?"
Zhou Yi nodded and slowly approached Qiu Ruoshui. He was even more surprised, because although Qiu Ruoshui's skills were not as good as his at the moment, her true energy was intact, like an insubstantial and tenacious will that could never be defeated. It was actually - not a golden body, but better than a golden body
As if she was pleased with Zhou Yi's surprised expression at the moment, Qiu Ruoshui chuckled leisurely and then spoke calmly.
"What you are feeling now is only the second part of the 'Three Combinations of Tai Chi', 'Unity of Body and Mind'. Above that, there is the supreme state of unity of man and nature. Unfortunately, my current skills are so limited that I am unable to display the supreme peak of Wudang martial arts."
"Harmony between man and nature?" (To be continued)