The hazy moonlight, like morning mist, sprinkled on the tips of the half-man-high weeds at the entrance of Xiaoqing Mountain. As they swayed, a layer of faint silver light flickered.
A figure flashed through the grass, whistling with the wind, like a swooping swallow, startling a bunch of night insects hiding in the grass.
Ye Xian took advantage of the situation and grabbed a handful of dry grass. Under the night light, his expression was like a Shura from hell, and his murderous intent was like a substance shooting straight ahead.
Three hundred meters away, Xia Shang, who was walking at the end, suddenly felt a chill on his back and subconsciously looked back.
Behind him, the night was like a curtain, with only a layer of faint fluorescence swaying with the grass.
There were fewer and fewer weeds in front, and a flat mountain road that had been walked by people could be vaguely seen. About five or six hundred meters away was a long and winding fire dragon.
There was no shelter here, and Xia Shang could no longer use the Qimen Dunjia formation to stop the evildoers.
At this time, not only Xia Shang felt something was wrong, but Yue Haitang and Fusheng all stopped.
Only Mr. Zhuo didn't know what was going on. He asked blankly: "What's wrong? There are people in front of us, why are you standing still?"
Fusheng took a deep breath, and a deep expression that didn't match his age appeared on his young face. He looked at the black scene behind him and said: "Here he comes!"
Yue Haitang whispered: "Listen to me now. As long as you understand the way of Liuyun Sanshou, it will not be difficult to avoid his attack. Follow me!"
After that, Yue Haitang quickened her pace and ran quickly.
The others followed closely behind, and their speed was obviously much faster.
At this moment, a distant voice came from behind: "Still want to run? I wonder how long you can escape? Hahaha..."
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Hundreds of meters away, among the large group of people with fire and camp, Qin Huairou suddenly frowned: "Mom, did you hear someone talking?"
After a day of tossing in the mountains, Qin's mother was already exhausted and had no strength. She half-lying on the soft cushion of the open top sighed faintly: "Where is the sound? You must have heard it wrong?"
Qin Huairou said affirmatively: "No, there must be a sound just now. Maybe my husband is back!"
"Hey! Daughter, you miss you so much."
Qin Huairou didn't listen to her mother's words, and walked out of the tent by herself, looking in one direction: "No, I have to go and see it myself."
After saying that, without giving others a chance to persuade her, she tied her cloak and took her sword and walked quickly in one direction.
Qin's mother chased out, and seeing her daughter like this, she was very anxious. She didn't care about many things and hurriedly asked a few veterans to follow, and went to Qin's father's tent again.
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"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…"
A series of air-breaking sounds came from behind, making people's scalps numb.
It is hard to imagine that such sharp sounds come from incomplete dry grass. Its power is even more terrifying than the mechanical crossbow made by Xia Shang. Sliding through the haystack, it must be a piece of grass leaves flying.
Fortunately, Yue Haitang led the way. She has practical experience that others can't imagine, and she has dabbled in martial arts in the world, and she knows the world-famous "Liuyun Sanshou" very well.
Under her leadership, she kept turning around and always avoided the attacks behind her.
Although she could avoid the attacks behind her, she couldn't get rid of the people chasing behind her. When Ye Xian caught up with him, he couldn't resolve the danger by dodging.
The killing intent under the moon was even stronger, and the cold voice behind her had reached her ears.
"Good move! I didn't expect that there is someone among you who knows the 'Liuyun Sanshou' like the back of his hand. Who is it?! Stand up! If he has some connection with my Liuyun Xianzong, I can spare his life today!"
As he spoke, a white shadow slid across the night, passed over the heads of the crowd and stopped in front.
He was still caught up!
At this moment, what else can he say?
Among the few people, only Fusheng can still fight with his remaining body. At this time, he did not retreat. He rushed forward with the black giant sword on his shoulder.
Xia Shang knew very little about Fusheng. This child who looked fair but had a dark heart seemed to have a deep desire for fighting. Although he was often silent, he could feel a fanatical heart in the battle. It seemed that there was a beast sleeping in his small body. Once he met a master, the beast in his heart would wake up, just like now.
Sometimes Xia Shang even felt that the reason why Fusheng followed him was not to ensure his safety. Maybe he cared more about meeting some masters from time to time.
Ye Xian's expression was relaxed, but when he saw the black giant sword in Fusheng's hand, it changed color. He must have had experience in fighting before and suffered some losses, so he was afraid.
"Stinky boy, if you were not injured, I might be a little afraid of you. Now you want to fight me with this broken body? You are looking for death!"
While speaking, Ye Xian used the move of spreading wings of a roc, and his body flew upside down. In the air, the dry grass on his fingertips flicked and turned into countless flying needles.
Fusheng stopped, lying on the giant sword, stirring the hilt with one hand, and the sword body drew an arc, forming an airtight barrier in front of him, blocking all the flying needles outside.
But in this pause, Ye Xian counterattacked.
The greatest power of Liuyun Sanshou is not just shooting a few flying needles, but its fatal point is close combat.
Ye Xian came close, like a snake locking the throat, and his strange boxing style broke Fusheng's defense in just three moves. He hit Fusheng's heart with a palm, and the whole person flew back seven or eight meters.
Fortunately, Fusheng's physique was fine, and this palm was not a big deal compared to the original injury. He immediately stood up and prepared to fight again.
"Stinky boy, no matter how many times you try, it's useless. Today, none of you, except the old emperor, can survive."
Fusheng didn't say anything and was ready to go again, but Yue Haitang's voice came from behind: "The biggest threat of Liuyun Sanshou is 'softness'. Don't fight with it. If it doesn't work within three moves, immediately split and attack it, get rid of it first, and then look for an opportunity. The killing intent of Sanshou lies in the inch strength in the softness. Every inch closer the palm and the body, the power will be twice as great. So always keep a distance from it. If his fist falls from one foot, it won't cause much harm to you. The whole set of boxing is divided into three routes. The first route is one stop and one hit. , the second route, two stops and one strike, the third route, one stop and continuous strike. Breaking the rhythm of his boxing route is the key to breaking the "Liuyun Sanshou"! "
After saying this, Ye Xian's face changed drastically, and his offensive stopped halfway, looking at the woman who was talking in the dark: "Who are you? How do you know the essence of "Liuyun Sanshou"? "
Yue Haitang sneered: "Essence? Ridiculous! Do you think these are the essence of "Liuyun Sanshou"? What you have mastered is just a little bit of the fur in Ye Liuyun's hands, and you are still talking about the essence in front of me?"
Ye Xian previously determined that this woman could not be the Fairy Shuiyue, the key age did not match.
But now how can this young girl understand "Liuyun Sanshou" so thoroughly? How to explain if she is not the Fairy Shuiyue?
If it is really Shuiyue, there is no need to escape, what is she hiding all the way?
"You ignorant youngster, leave now if you know what's best for you! Shuiyue Villa and Liuyun Xianzong have always kept their distance from each other, and I don't want to ruin my friendship with Ye Liuyun!"
Yue Haitang saw that the other party was hesitant, and thought that he might be able to scare him off, so he threatened again.
But how could Ye Xian give up? The old man in front of him was the emperor!
"Fortune and honor are sought in danger!" Ye Xian was ruthless, and flew over Fusheng and attacked Yue Haitang.