When Nangong Xier noticed that Bai Jile was acting strangely, she immediately warned the other two: "Be careful! He has already..."
"Senior Sister." Xie Yuling took Bai Jile's palm and slid three feet away. Her feet sank into the soil, leaving a long ditch. "No need to remind me. I am very familiar with this scene of being beaten."
Feng Zuojun swung his long sword at Bai Jile, but was also knocked away by Bai Jile's palm. He turned over in the air and stopped his momentum: "Yeah, that's how we got beaten by Su Baiyi the first time we teamed up."
Nangong Xier stabbed at Bai Jile with a sword, but was blocked by Bai Jile's palm. Nangong Xier saw that she couldn't penetrate the true energy under Bai Jile's palm and wanted to withdraw her sword, but she found that the Liangren Sword had been sucked by Bai Jile. She looked at Bai Jile and said, "Why are you like this?"
Bai Jile raised his lips slightly, and a trace of evil appeared in his eyes: "Because I also come from that island!" After saying that, he threw the Lover's Sword in Nangong Xier's hand away, and at the same time stretched out a claw towards Nangong Xier, trying to go straight to her throat. But Nangong Xier leaned back slightly at this time, and two masks, one black and one white, flew out of her arms, which unexpectedly hit Bai Jile's chest directly. Nangong Xier took the opportunity to tap her feet and retrieved the Lover's Sword, and then landed beside Xie Yuling, and the two masks, one black and one white, also quickly flew back into her arms.
"Isn't this the thing that Priest Xue used for magic tricks? How did you learn it, senior sister?" Feng Zuojun also rushed over.
"I'm afraid I won't have a living in the future, so I'll learn a skill." Nangong Xier was too lazy to talk nonsense with Feng Zuojun, so she just said perfunctorily. Then she whispered, "Xie Yuling, the two of us will suppress him with our internal force, and then Feng Zuojun, you can take advantage of us to suppress him."
"Okay." Xie Yuling nodded in response, then rushed towards Bai Jile with a sword in his hand. However, his fan was one step faster than his sword. But Bai Jile stretched out his hand and directly grasped the Fusu fan.
There is no doubt that although directly holding the Fusu fan is very powerful, it is definitely the stupidest thing to do. If it were the Bai Jile in the past, he would never choose this step, but in his current state, his moves are no longer so bizarre and gorgeous, but open and close, direct, yet domineering!
Xie Yuling's sword also attacked at this time. Bai Jile directly waved the Fusu fan to suppress Xie Yuling's sword, but Xie Yuling immediately withdrew the sword and slapped Bai Jile on the chest.
Under their feet, a lotus slowly unfolded.
"Even if you have the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, you can't compete with me in internal strength." Bai Jile sneered and struck Xie Yuling with one palm. When the two palms collided, Xie Yuling felt a surge in his chest and his true energy began to flow wildly throughout his body. This was the first time since he had mastered the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head.
"What about me?" Nangong Xier appeared behind Bai Jile and slapped him on the back.
Bai Jile sneered: "What does it mean that you should compete with me in internal strength?"
Nangong Xier curled her lips and said, "Of course I know. I have had my internal energy sucked away by this martial art many times. But over the years, my master told me a story. In this story, there is an internal energy that cannot be absorbed by your martial art, and that is the Wandao Heart Gate! Because the Ye family in the west has always been the biggest nemesis of the Lu family in the south!" After saying that, Nangong Xier pushed her true energy to the extreme, and in an instant, Bai Jile's face turned pale.
“The Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head cannot be considered as internal force. Its power comes from the Tao, or it can be said to be nature.” Xie Yuling also stretched out his palm and pushed forward.
"Master!" Bai He wanted to step forward to stop him, but Bai Long grabbed his sleeve tightly.
"First Seat?" Wen Xi asked in a low voice.
Wen Xie, who was still nowhere to be seen, said quietly, "If Bai Jile loses, he will leave the mountain immediately."
"Hahahahaha." Bai Jile laughed loudly, "I didn't expect the outcome of this battle to attack the mountain would be like this."
"Take action, Feng Zuojun!" Nangong Xier shouted.
"Here it comes, Tyrant Blade·Heaven-Slaying Style!" Feng Zuojun leaped into the air and swung the long sword in his hand towards Bai Jile. But just as Feng Zuojun's long sword was about to fall on Bai Jile's head, something suddenly hooked the blade.
The object was very small and thin, and if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't see it clearly.
And that which connects things is even more transparent and imperceptible.
It was a fish hook with a fishing line attached.
It's just a fishhook. Of course, it's nothing in front of the Tyrant Sword. Just a light cut can turn it into powder.
But the fishhook happened to hook the Ba Dao, and then the fishing line was pulled back, directly hooking out the Xue Luo Dao that Feng Zuojun was holding tightly.
"Who is it!" Feng Zuojun landed on the ground, the long sword in his hand disappeared, and he looked up suddenly.
A man landed on a nearby tree and took Feng Zuojun's sword. He said in a teasing tone, "Wasn't it the boy named Mo Wen who used this sword technique back then? After so many years, this sword technique still looks so stupid."
Feng Zuojun looked carefully and saw that the man was wearing a white robe, holding his long sword in his left hand and a fishing rod in his right hand, which was slung over his shoulder. He looked to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face, skin as white as jade, and an evil look in his eyes.
"I didn't expect that the Ye family in the Western Territory still has a successor, Bai Jile, it seems that all your plans on this continent over the years have failed." Another person landed on the tree. His appearance was exactly the same as the previous one, but there was more indifference in his eyes, as if he had no interest in anything he saw in front of him. There was no fishing rod in his hand, but there seemed to be something similar to a fishing net hanging around his waist.
"Who are you?" Feng Zuojun asked.
"Boy, you ask who we are?" The man holding the fishing rod sneered, "Have you ever thought about whether you are qualified? Many people asked my name in the past, but they all had their hearts pierced by my fishing hook."
Bai Jile said in a deep voice: "You are too impatient."
"Are you anxious?" The man holding the fishing rod lowered his head and looked over. "If we don't come soon, you will die here. You are a lowly person with a white surname. You have the nerve to take out the immortal book you have cultivated and embarrass yourself?"
"Don't say too much. Bai Jile, which body does the Lord want? We will take it away now." The other person glanced at everyone present and frowned slightly.
"He's not here." Bai Jile replied coldly.
"So, how can we get him here?" the man asked calmly.
"I know." The man holding the fishing rod laughed, "Kill them all, and the man will come naturally."