A sudden scream cut through the tranquility of the mountain village like a piercing knife. Wen Lebin was already lying in a pool of blood. The shining flying sword hovered majestically in the air for half a week before it was taken back by a young Taoist. Www. QuAnBen-XIaoShuo. cO
Uncle Wen Tunhai's face was ashen, he waved his hand, and immediately two young men from the Wen family jumped out and carried the seriously injured Wen Lebin back.
Wen Lebin is the eldest among the third generation disciples of the Wen family, and is also Wen Leyang's eldest brother. Although he failed to pass the ten-year exam, he is still considered a leader in the Wen family village because of his poison skills.
Wen Lebin looked at his uncle with unwilling eyes. Wen Tunhai sighed, and with his five fingers dancing like wheels, he quickly pressed down on the big holes around his wounds, and the gushing blood immediately slowed down.
In four days, they have lost thirteen games in a row. Except for himself, almost all the elite masters in Wenjia Village were defeated, seven died and six were seriously injured.
Opposite him was a middle-aged old man with a white face and a long black beard. He looked at Wen Tunhai with a smile and said, "Hand over the person. Although Wen Bucao's name is resounding, he is just a man in the world. He cannot be defeated by We are not ashamed, why should we hold on?" His tone was sincere and sincere.
Wen Tunhai snorted and did not answer. He took a few steps and stood in the center of the stone screen. He said calmly: "Which Taoist priest is willing to give me advice."
Hundreds of Wen family members, old and young, burst into cheers. Their dimmed eyes were once again lit up with hope. Uncle Wen Tunhai was finally going to take action!
The old Taoist with a long beard chuckled, shook his head helplessly, turned around and randomly selected a young Taoist priest, and said softly: "Keep him alive, I still have something to ask him."
Wen Tunhai smiled disdainfully, calmly and calmed down. This group of Taoist priests' boxing and kicking skills were average. In every fight, the Wen family's disciples had the upper hand. However, when they were about to win, the opponent suddenly released flying swords or cast spells, severely injuring them all at once. Wen Bucao's disciples simply could not There was no way to fight back.
This group of Taoist priests is by no means an ordinary Jianghu sect. Many of their methods only exist in legends.
The three elders left Jiuding Mountain a few months ago. Wen Tunhai is the master of the family, but he is facing a crisis that the Wen family has not encountered in the two thousand years since the founding of the sect. Now, except for himself, no one in the Wen family has the strength. Compete with the other party.
The little Taoist priest walked into the field and saluted: "Dingyang Palace, Jade Jizi is asking for advice." After saying this, he pushed his hands and made a door. His young face instantly bloomed with full luster, and under the sunlight, he was full of energy. Awe-inspiring and upright.
Wen Tunhai laughed loudly: "Why do you pose for something that can hurt people with hidden arrows? I can just let go of your flying sword!" After saying that, he suddenly let out a long roar and took a step forward.
The two people were originally seven or eight meters apart, but Wen Tunhai stepped in front of Yu Jizi in one step and punched straight in front of him!
Yu Jizi was shocked. They had been winning continuously since they went up the mountain. Although the people from the Wen family who came up to challenge had some strength, their levels were roughly the same. He thought Wen Tunhai's strength was not much different from the others, but he was just a blinker. If there is any gap, one's fists can only be seen clearly with cross-eyed eyes.
In a hurry, Yu Jizi reached out with one hand to wrap Wen Tunhai's fist. Unexpectedly, as soon as his palm and fist came into contact, a heartbreaking pain suddenly came from his palm.
The fist penetrated the palm of the hand, without stopping for a moment, and hit the little Taoist priest hard on the shoulder!
Jade Jizi fell heavily and flew up, screaming angrily. He held the sword technique with his other hand and was about to release the flying sword. Just as the flying sword on his waist vibrated, his ankle suddenly tightened. Wen Tunhai was already She reached out and grabbed his ankle, pulled him back into her arms, and gave him a gentle hug.
The little Taoist priest spurted a mouthful of blood to the sky!
In this hug, all the joints in Wen Tunhai's body were attacked like a tidal wave. A total of seventy-three heavy blows were struck from top to bottom, all of which hit the little Taoist priest!
As soon as the flying sword took off, it slid down crookedly, and the jade machine turned into a puddle of mud and fell to the ground. After struggling for a few times, his handsome and fair face turned red and black, his body jumped a few times, but there was no movement at all.
Wen Tunhai gave a long laugh and pointed at the black-bearded old man whose expression suddenly changed. He knew in his heart that this seemingly easy victory was actually because the opponent was caught off guard and before they could release the flying sword, they would be on guard in the next game, so winning might not be that easy.
The Wen family cheered loudly!
As soon as the cheers rang out, they were cut off by the tempered brilliance falling from the sky. Two flying swords soared into the sky from the group of Taoist priests at the same time, and with a shrill scream, they slashed towards Wen Tunhai!
Wen Tunhai didn't expect that the opponent would suddenly become shameless just after losing a match. He shouted loudly and punched the ground five times in a row. He immediately jumped up high and used the flexible punches that he had trained over many years. He swung to the extreme, dancing like a madman, shuttling between two flying swords, and every time he had to avoid the bad luck caused by the flying swords without delay. Several times, the flying swords had already cut his clothes. As long as he avoided He moved a little slower, and a row of transparent holes immediately appeared on his body.
Sword light danced all over the sky, and Wen Tunhai's figure kept moving back and forth, quickly approaching the group of Taoist priests.
The black-bearded Taoist shook his head regretfully. Just when Wen Tunhai was about to rush into the Taoist priest's side, he suddenly shouted: "Quick!" A dark red light flashed out of the air without any warning!
Although Wen Tunhai seemed to be in a hurry, he was still not defeated in a short period of time against the two flying swords. He had been concentrating on preparing for another sneak attack. However, he never expected that the black-bearded veteran's flying sword would He had been hiding in the air, and when he was caught off guard, he only had time to avoid the vital points in his chest. He cursed fiercely, and his burly body fell from the air.
The dagger, which looked like a red dragonfly, was deeply embedded in Wen Tunhai's shoulder blade. The other two flying swords buzzed and followed him like a shadow!
Everyone in the Wen family roared in unison, and each stretched out his body to pounce on them with all their strength. Wen Tunhai sighed inwardly when he saw that he could not avoid the two flying swords no matter what.
Suddenly, everything went dark, and an exclamation came from my ears: "Uncle!"
A familiar figure shot like an arrow, flying into the air with the sound of biting wind, facing the two flying swords that were chasing souls and biting bones like poisonous snakes!
Wen Leyang had just entered the village and saw that Wen Tunhai was in danger. He shouted angrily and jumped into the air. Since he woke up, he punched the corpse poison of Yin Zhi, the fire poison of Buddha lampworm, the poison of hundreds of insects and the meridians of disease. The poisonous power of the medicine and wine accumulated in his body was all integrated and refined into his body. The body would become heavier under the force, and the momentum generated by inertia would also be powerful and arrogant, and the speed would be even higher than the original speed. I don't know how many times faster, a gray figure was drawn in mid-air, and he reached out to grab the two flying swords.
There was a muffled sound.
Wen Tunhai fell heavily to the ground!
Two moans.
A pair of brilliant silver flying swords have been caught in Wen Leyang's hands, struggling unwillingly like poisonous snakes!
The black-bearded Taoist priest's face suddenly changed, and he squeezed the sword technique with his hand. Wen Tunhai screamed, and his body that had just fallen to the ground suddenly jumped up. The dragonfly red sword embedded in his shoulder blade was pulled out fiercely, and flew back to the master's hand. .
Behind Taoist Blackbeard, two young Taoist priests looked pale and kept making sword techniques, trying to lure the flying sword back into their hands.
Wen Leyang felt as if he was holding two red-hot soldering irons in his hands. Waves of knife-like strength cut into his body from his palms. The skin on his arms also shrank tighter and tighter. After a moment, those two sharp forces were engulfed by his body. The sudden tight force crushed him.
The two silly uncles ran up laughing and picked up the stones in their hands.
The two young Taoist priests trembled violently and kept wailing: "No!"
There was a tinkling sound, and a moment later there was another mosaic.
Wen Leyang ignored the enemy and leaned down to help his uncle. Until now, Wen Xiaoyi was still carrying Wen Xiaoyi behind him.
Now half of Wen Tunhai's sword body could no longer move. The red sword was inserted and pulled out, and countless sharp scalding sword energy was swimming around in his body. It was extremely painful, but he suddenly didn't realize it. He stared with a pair of big eyes like The monster looked at Wen Leyang: "You...are you really you?"
Wen Leyang smiled innocently, nodded and said hurriedly: "It's me, it's me."
With a shout, the young and old of the Wen family gathered around and hurriedly stopped Wen Tunhai's bleeding and bandaged his wounds. The black-bearded old Taoist opposite asked loudly: "Where is this fellow Taoist here? The Jade Spirit of Dingyang Palace is so polite, may you have unlimited life...blessing!"
Catching a flying sword with bare hands seems nothing unusual to ordinary people, just like catching a dart with bare hands. However, practitioners all understand that flying swords contain an innate power under the guidance of the sword art. Let alone ordinary people, Even large rocks can't trap Feijian. Before they came, they had investigated clearly. Although the Wen family was a reclusive powerful family, they were just ordinary people in the final analysis. As soon as Wen Leyang appeared, he caught the flying swords of his two junior brothers. The black-bearded old Taoist naturally took him as well. Become a cultivator.
The last word '福' was like thunder, exploding in the almost stagnant air. The surrounding birds were suddenly frightened and flew around screaming.
Wen Leyang's eyes were like lightning, and he stared at the opponent fiercely!
The black-bearded old man suddenly screamed, and when he met Wen Leyang's eyes, he suddenly jumped and staggered back a few steps.
The dozen or so Taoist priests behind him screamed loudly.
Wen Leyang was overjoyed. He didn't even know that he could do this 'eye poison'.
The uncle laughed loudly, and after just two laughs, he turned into a cough: "Boy, don't be stupid, it's the ringworm I just planted!"
Only by looking carefully can we see that where Wen Tunhai punched the ground five times in a row, a layer of dark color has spread to the feet of the Taoist priests. Everyone was paying attention to the extremely dangerous fight in the air, and no one could He didn't notice that Wen Tunhai had already planted a strange poison on his feet.
Wen Leyang chuckled twice: "I said I'm not that powerful. The real great one is you, uncle!" As he said that, he gave Wen Tunhai a thumbs up.
Wen Tunhai cursed: "These Taoist priests are not ordinary people! If it weren't for the flying swords and talismans, they would have died three times! Boy, hurry up!"
Only then did a group of Taoists really understand Wen Bucao's methods. In just a moment, dark red ringworm appeared on their bodies. Several Taoist priests with lower cultivation levels stretched out their hands and scratched at their bodies, killing pigs at the same time. Wailed.
Wen Leyang hesitated for a moment and slowly shook his head: "Don't worry, uncle, they can't leave!"
The black-bearded Taoist moved like lightning. He first released his small red sword and patrolled around his people to prevent the Wen family from sneak attacks. Then he took out a dozen paper charms from his arms and muttered something while forcing it to penetrate into his bones. Feeling numb and itchy, he quickly walked among his subordinates, affixed a paper talisman on each person's body, and then shouted in a low voice: "Purification talisman, avoid all poisons, hurry up!"
A puff of black smoke curled up from everyone's body, and the poisonous ringworm that had grown on their faces withered instantly and disappeared quickly.
An articulate Wen family member ran up to Wen Leyang and quickly explained the origins of these enemies.
Four days ago, a group of Taoist priests who claimed to be Dingyang Palace suddenly went up the mountain, saying that one of their junior brothers died in the mountain a hundred days ago, and it was the murderer of Wen Bucao, and these Taoist priests came to kill the murderer.
However, these veterans behaved strangely. They did not directly shout to kill, but threatened to defeat those who disobeyed until the Wen family made friends.
Wen Leyang glanced at the Taoist priest opposite him with slight surprise.
Wen Tunhai sneered: "My junior brother was killed. I have never seen such revenge. These old people are weird and must have some conspiracy!"
Wen Leyang scratched the back of his head and whispered to Wen Tunhai: "A hundred days ago, I actually killed a boy who could fly a sword in the Red Leaf Forest. He was leading people to break into the House of Life, Aging, Sickness and Death, and he was also related to this guy. Like a group of people, they can let their swords fly."
Wen Tunhai glanced at him in surprise, thought for a moment, and ordered in a low voice: "Wen, parents and children, please obey orders!"
"Escort inner disciple Wen Leyang down the mountain..." Before Wen Tunhai could finish speaking, Wen Leyang hurriedly covered his mouth: "Uncle, let me try!"
Wen Tunhai waved away Wen Leyang's hand in vain: "What a nonsense, you have missed the opportunity to attack the enemy. You are no match for them..." Before he could finish his words, he suddenly met Wen Leyang's confident smile.
"Uncle, do you know that there is an ancestor in our family named Wen Lazi? I learned the self-severing meridians technique left by him by chance."
Wen Tunhai had a look of astonishment on his face, and his mouth was wide enough to fit an electric iron in: "What nonsense are you talking about in broad daylight!"
Wen Leyang chuckled, pressed Xiao Yi's forehead next to him, and slowly walked into the venue.
The black-bearded old Taoist stretched out his hand to put away the flying sword, with a solemn expression on his face: "Who are you, Your Excellency?"
Wen Leyang looked at the group of sanctimonious Taoist priests and suddenly burst into laughter: "Have you finished your body cleansing?"
The black-bearded old Taoist Yu Lingzi smiled like an immortal, as if he didn't care about such worldly jokes at all, and said politely: "Your Excellency, you are just joking. Wenbucao hurts people first and poisons the world, so Dingyang Palace takes action to punish it. , and also invited fellow Taoists to watch from the wall, and three hundred disciples from Dingyang Palace, Zihuo Zhenren, sat down and felt the great virtue."
Wen Leyang said nothing, but raised his eyebrows, indicating that he should continue.
Yu Lingzi was not sullen, but was polite and aloof: "A hundred days ago, my junior brother passed by Jiuding Mountain and was innocently killed by the Wen family. My junior brother still had some cultivation and a trace of his soul and escaped back to Ding. Yang Gong, Master just ordered us to come down the mountain."
Wen Leyang asked calmly: "What does your junior brother look like?"
Yu Lingzi waved his hand, and a photo slowly circled in the air. Wen Leyang stretched out his hand to grab the photo, feeling envious of this unique skill of the God of Gamblers.
In the photo, the baby-face who died in the red leaf forest is smiling with red lips and white teeth. There is a bit of shyness in the smile, and his eyes are clear and bright.
The black-bearded Taoist's tone did not change at all: "Have you ever seen my junior brother in the mountains?"
When Wen Leyang was about to speak, the baby face in the photo suddenly turned ferocious, and his smiling eyes were instantly filled with resentment and hatred, as if he was about to break free from the shackles of the photo and rush out to choose someone to devour! Immediately, a trace of green flame ignited, and the photo suddenly turned into blue smoke.
Black-bearded Jade Lingzi roared angrily: "So you are the murderer!" Before he finished speaking, Wen Leyang suddenly felt his eyelids twitching. A small red sword like a dragonfly suddenly emerged from the air with a gentle buzzing sound. Go straight to his heart!
Wen Leyang was stunned, cultivators are really hard to deceive.
In the same way, cultivators are very good at lying.
Just now, I clearly saw that the black-bearded old man had put the flying sword into his arms, but he secretly let it out again at some point. When he found it, the red sword was already in front of him. In his busy schedule, he instinctively reacted by accidentally punching, and his whole body was like He dodged sideways like a twist, and at the same time, the five fingers of his right hand were like wheels, and they quickly flicked towards the body of the small red sword.
In the eyes of other Wen family members, there was just a flash of red light in the sky, and they could barely see the shadow of the flaming little sword. However, Wen Leyang, who had refined corpse poison and hundreds of poisons into his body, could clearly see the little sword's shadow. Action and direction.
Ding ding ding ding
The crisp knocking sounds were continuous and melodious. The tips of each finger of Wen Leyang's right hand lightly tapped on the red sword, as if he was tapping the table with his five fingers in boredom when he had nothing to do.
After the combo of blows, Wen Leyang screamed and fell to the ground as if struck by thunder. His face turned red from suppressing it, and the scar on his cheekbone seemed to be alive, glowing with ferocity. There was a sneer on the face of Kurosu Tama Lingzi. His flying sword was not an ordinary thing. It was called "Fire Tail". He got it accidentally. Even his master had no idea about this sword. Full of praise. Like Wen Leyang, when he was wielding a sword, attacking the flying sword with his flesh and blood body was no different from putting his hand into the guillotine.
Unexpectedly, after being struck, the small sword began to fly around in the sky, shaking its head. Black-bearded Jade Lingzi repeatedly pinched the sword to guide him, but Xiaojian ignored it at all and just wandered around like he was drunk. One moment it passed by the Taoist priest, eliciting a few exclamations of surprise; the other moment it flew over the heads of the Wen family, eliciting shouts and curses.
Yu Lingzi was horrified and ran into the field in a hurry. He kept changing his gestures and followed Xiaojian in circles, trying to lure his treasure back.
Wen Jiu watched with great interest, turned around and said to his silly brother: "The flying sword seems to be in constant use."
Wen Shisan smiled innocently and said nothing.
Yu Lingzi, who was working happily, heard the fool's gossip, and a murderous look flashed in his eyes. Suddenly, a strange voice sounded from his ears: "Why is this?" Yu Lingzi was horrified. , turned around and saw that Wen Leyang had gotten up with a smile at some point, and was pointing at the 'Drunken Sword' in the air with his right hand that should have been disabled.
Still the same as before, when external force entered the body, all the pores in Wen Leyang's body closed violently, tightly hugging the body, and strong forces destroyed the force entering the body from all directions.
Wen Leyang has now gradually become accustomed to this feeling. When his pores tighten, he will feel a joy full of power.
Yu Lingzi ignored his flying sword and charged straight at the enemy without saying a word, clenching his fist. Before the punch came, Wen Leyang's clothes were caught by the strong wind.
Wen Leyang raised his fist to greet him! (Quanben Novel Network www.QuAnBen-XIaoShuo.com)