Yu Shuanglin had been put down by the gang members. He was sitting on the wall and staring at the scene. He didn't fall apart for a moment. He smiled with a sarcastic smile: "There are quite a few tricks of Demon Jiang!" An Yeyun sneered: "Yes, but you must understand him. Even if he is a stiff little insect, he still has to kick his legs before he dies. Demon Jiang is just struggling to death. He is destined to die today!" With a folding fan, he pointed to the cliff opposite from him from afar, and asked the believer: "Your leader is hiding in the secret room over there now?"

The believer said, "Yes... the Holy Master is invincible in the world. If you go, you can only die." An Yeyun sneered, "Is Demon Jiang your father or your grandfather? I think you want to hold him to heaven."

Li Yijie became more and more angry as he heard it, and said, "The Demon Cult thief, you are about to die, but you still don't repent! Hey, An Yeyun, we fight each other and don't interfere with each other! You won't refuse again, right?" An Yeyun sneered, "Hmph, good luck."

Li Yijie was already impatient and drew out his long sword and attacked him. He drove away the enemies in front of the stone platform in a few moves to seize the advantage of the territory, but it was not easy for the enemy to siege in front of him to open the mechanism. An Yeyun said disdainfully: "A bunch of rice buckets!" He waved his folding fan casually, and a circle of blood was scattered in the black clothes, and he lay down in an instant.

Lu Qian and Cheng Jiahua stopped arguing at some point. The two stood together, both leaning against the cliff, with their toes slightly tilted, and they looked leisurely watching the show. Lu Qian smiled and said, "A truly smart person should stay by the side to watch the war when they are about to show off. Waiting for those who are good at showing off their heroes, they can save more energy." Cheng Jiahua smiled and said, "That's right. The heroes' views are similar."

Nangong Xue was unwilling to hang out with these two people, so she avoided the side. She stared at Li Yijie with her eyes tightly, and she felt sweat in her palm. Seeing that he was forced to retreat, her heart trembled suddenly; and when she saw him killing the enemy, she was relieved and happy. She didn't know that several believers were quietly approaching her while she was not prepared. When she got closer, she thrust her sword and stabbed her vest.

Nangong Xue could hear a few screams of exclamations, and felt that the wind was strange behind her. She quickly slanted her body to avoid her. She turned her toes as the axis, and stood on the front side of the man's left, raised the "Cangquan Dragon Roar" to hold the sword. When she was eager to draw the sword, another person slashed the sword with a knife. Nangong Xue could not draw the sword, so she had to use the scabbard to point at his wrist. One person first cut the sword across her waist. In terms of real martial arts, Nangong Xue might not be weaker than the two of them, but she caught her off guard as soon as she started fighting, and then she fell to the point of the attack.

The two believers had always cooperated with tacitly, and each move was scattered and slackened. After several rounds, her situation became more and more critical. She had just hit the sword, but she could no longer take a hand to resist. Seeing that the knife had hit her shoulder, she suddenly heard a few whizzing sounds, two silver needles flashed in front of her eyes and shot into the chests of the two believers. The knife holder died on the spot. When the sword fell, the situation was greatly reduced, and only cut the flesh and the wound was very shallow.

Nangong Xue jumped a step to the side, feeling scared. After a moment, she raised her head and looked around, wanting to see which one was her savior. Then she saw An Yeyun put away the turning fan, got out of the battle circle, walked slowly to her side and stood still, and said sneer: "Your martial arts is already bad enough, and you are still distracted from the enemy again. Wouldn't it be even worse?"

Nangong Xue glanced at him and said, "Thank you... but I can handle it myself just now." She would thank her for her kindness when dealing with people and things, but she would be very proud of her face in the details. Therefore, after thanking her, she quickly defended herself.

An Yeyun said lightly, "I didn't say you can't." Nangong Xue smiled happily because he didn't reveal his little thoughts. When she remembered something, her heart was a little inflated and said with a question: "You called me a troublesome woman today, and said that I... A beauty is in trouble. What does that mean?" In order to match her tone, she looked very confused. An Yeyun looked confused and said, "Have you scolded me? Why don't I remember?"

Nangong Xue was angry and laughed, leaving only helplessness. Others may have doubts about denying this, but An Yeyun said that she had forgotten, maybe she really forgot. Anyway, he didn't care about anyone else except Chu Menglin. He lowered his head and smiled slightly, and said, "Why have you been cold to me when you arrive at the headquarters of the Demon Cult? If it's to avoid my senior brother's dislike, there is no need."

An Yeyun said, "What a coldness! Have I ever been intimate with you? Why should I avoid his dislike?" Nangong Xue heard him say the word "intimate" as if nothing had happened. Although she knew that he was unintentional, her face was still hot. The two turned to see the battle situation in the field together.

Li Yijie firmly guarded the heavy land of the stone platform, and no enemy could approach. His sword technique was extremely exquisite, and he was slashing, cutting, or cutting, and a long sword was used by him to use the magic of seventy-two weapons. He traveled east and west in the enemy circle, and the tip of the sword penetrated the shoulder bones of the opponent's opponent, rushed down, stabbed into the left rear enemy's knee, then hit the right rear rear enemy's waist and eyes. The long sword was swept like flowing clouds and water, calm and sharp, elegant and elegant, and has a great style of a swordsman.

Nangong Xue hadn't seen her senior brother use a sword for a long time. She was fighting each other in the front hall just now, and he didn't do his best. At this time, she was surprised and happy to see it. She couldn't help but jumped to cheer, pulled the sleeve of An Yeyun, and said with a smile: "Look, my senior brother has made great progress in martial arts. He wants to recover as before. I think it's just around the corner!" She still treated this matter with a girl's heart and joy in her heart, so she immediately wanted to find someone to share it.

An Yeyun was just squinting his eyes casually, and then he opened his eyes to look carefully after listening to her good news. After a few moves, he had already seen Li Yijie's level and lost all his interest. He said coldly: "That's not necessarily. He has no internal strength on his sword. He won by his moves alone, and it's okay to deal with the minions. If he meets a real expert, he can easily shake his long sword away with one fight."

Nangong Xue was dissatisfied and watched intently, trying to find a place to be cut into the debate. Now the one who was fighting against Li Yijie was a disciple who used the iron rod, and his move was extremely stable. Li Yijie stabbed out with a sword, and was facing him with the iron rod. Li Yijie did not dare to take it forward. With a long sword, he cut off his wrist, and stabbed him with a backhand, stabbed into a person's lower abdomen behind him. Anyone could see that winning was a big move.

Nangong Xue's face turned slightly red, and when she saw An Yeyun, she looked like a teasing expression like "Look, what did I say?", she was dissatisfied. She wanted to save face for her senior brother, but she could not let him take the opportunity to laugh at her poor vision, and said, "What's wrong with winning by using her moves? Even if she meets a trainer with internal skills, as long as the opponent has time to use his palm power, she will win." An Yeyun said, "Aren't you the most important thing to practice Qi when practicing Huashan Kung Fu?"

Nangong Xue was stunned, and then suddenly realized that the leader of the Demon Sect first wanted to unify the martial arts world, and should have some careful study of the martial arts of each sect, and then teach the disciples under him. However, he heard it rather than a mistake, but he came to be completely flattered. He explained with a smile: "It is not the most important thing in practicing qi, but based on internal skills, and practiced to the point of perfection. Even the ordinary moves can easily defeat the enemy. Only by distinguishing the main and the secondary can the martial arts be solid, so as not to get out of the way if you are not careful, you will get out of your qi. You know, the most difficult thing to heal when you get hurt is internal injuries." As he said that, he took a few guinea pigs of Huashan Qigong as an example and explained in detail.

She didn't care that An Yeyun was originally a big figure in the Demon Sect, but told them all about the martial arts principles in the decent sect. An Yeyun didn't notice how important the secret she had accidentally heard was. If she had replaced it with another experienced Demon Sect, she might be able to find out the shortcomings, improve her own qi skills, and use it to become a magic weapon to suppress the decent sect. Fortunately, both of them had a shallow understanding of this section, so they would just say it. Otherwise, no matter which seniors who were there to hear it, they would shook their heads for this matter.

At that moment, An Yeyun said, "I don't understand. Isn't it the same? But no matter how wonderful your senior brother's moves are, they are copied from the secret book of my Shadow Sacrifice Sect. Just like using the spear provided by the master to stab the master's shield, even if he can be divided into a higher level, it is still the master's own weapon that is powerful and has nothing to do with him."

Nangong Xue said: "No." He pointed to Li Yijie's figure in the field and saw him flying around at this time, and he was like a spiritual snake in his hand. When he stabbed the famous scholars, he seemed to draw a complex figure. He pinched the sword technique with his left hand, and the blood flowing from the wound burst into blood. Nangong Xue explained: "This move is called 'Hundred Flowers Giving Buddha', but the authentic Huashan Kung Fu. Don't think that your martial arts in Shadow Sacrifice Sect is so great. My senior brother has vowed not to use it anymore."

An Yeyun snorted coldly: "Your Huashan Sect's Kung Fu is still authentic, but the other sects are? The ancestors of the noble sect are really idle!" Nangong Xue felt a little disgusted when she heard him sarcastically, and she held her breath and ignored him.

An Yeyun sighed lightly, not knowing whether he was talking to her or talking to himself, saying, "It's a pity that the dazzling moves and deep internal strength, once he arrived in front of Demon Jiang, they were just tricks played by children, not worth mentioning." The words contained deep helplessness. When he talked about this problem, he was reaching Nangong Xue's heartache, and he couldn't hide his anxiety. He didn't care that he was still angry, and hurriedly asked, "After you arrive at the secret room... are you still going to do that?"

An Yeyun smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, there is still a need to ask? You can't even persuade those decent gentlemen to give up. You're just whimsical and want to persuade me, the demon demon, to give up. Do you think it's real?"

Nangong Xue said: "I do want to try to persuade them, but they are all blinded by the desire to gain something. If I say those words, they will only be criticized and deceive the public, and even give me a handle for my senior brother. I have always been pragmatic in dealing with things. Even if I have three points of possibility, it is worth working hard. But if I understand from the beginning that it is a knot, there is no need to resolve it. In the end, it will still be unsolved and I have caused trouble in vain. However, my own efforts have never stopped. These days, my mind is full of your affairs. You say, either you die or he dies. I want to find a third way so that everyone can get what they have."

An Yeyun said decisively: "There is no third way, unless you include me and him, you will die together! My grudges and hatred can only be cleared with blood." He glanced at Nangong Xue and sneered: "What a stupid woman, haven't given up on her random thoughts yet? I advised you early in the morning, don't come. If you insist on not listening, don't blame me for taking your life."

Nangong Xue sighed: "I don't regret it. Even if time goes against the current, I will still be determined on the day of departure. I am just worried about my senior brother... He is a person who is as strong as you. Now he has overwhelmed you, but his real martial arts are still far from enough. I know this is a big problem with him. Everyone else is okay. I am afraid that he is eager to achieve something and cause some trouble. He seems to hate you very much... For example, he ignores the overall situation to compete with you... Alas, at this point, the senior brother is also a child who has not grown up, and that is completely done."
Chapter completed!