Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 102

"To kill Baili Dongjun, these other three people are not the key, nor is the surveillance of the school, nor even Baili Dongjun, the key person is..." Zhong who was hiding three eaves away Fei Li quickly recorded everything that happened in front of him with a pen. Wang Xingxing's immeasurable sword moves were depicted in his notebook very freely. It was luck, but it didn't interfere with his judgment. It's just that Zhong Feili looked around for a long time, but he didn't see the most important person.

The elder brother of the murderer Wang Litian... what kind of person would he be.

Zhong Feili's pen stroked a few strokes lightly on the notebook.

"Where..." Zhong Feili turned around.

"Where is it..." Zhong Feili lowered his head and thought.

Baili Dongjun, as the young son of Zhenxihou's Mansion, has an unusual status. He went to Tianqi this time, so he was naturally accompanied by shadow guards at any time. Zhong Feili had already found out his origin based on the last battle of Gandong City , this person is not well-known in the Jianghu, but his younger brother is very famous, the murderer Wang Litian, that is a name that the entire Jianghu fears.

It's just...why hasn't it appeared yet?
"It's not a matter of life and death..." Zhong Feili put down his pen and sighed softly.

"Wuliang Sword is indeed a good sword technique that is rare in the world." Baifaxian put away the sword, the sleeve of his right hand was broken into pieces, Zi Yihou landed beside him, and lightly flicked the folding fan: "Now I am not praising others When the time comes, the people from the school will come over soon."

Wang and his party panted heavily. He did not expect that the martial arts of the two young men in front of him were so ridiculously high. He had already consumed some of his real strength in the battle of Zhenwu Guan just now. Some couldn't keep up, he gritted his teeth: "It's just more versus less."

The white-haired fairy smiled slightly: "It is true that many are against few, so what? We are not decent, nor are we here to fight for victory. We are just here to take the person behind you away. If the Taoist leader is willing to give way, we You don’t even need to fight this one.”

"You guys, why are you so interested in Baili Dongjun?" Wang and his party asked in confusion.

"That's not what the Taoist priest needs to ask." The white-haired fairy moved forward with his sword in hand, "Although the Taoist priest has excellent sword skills, how long can we last with the joint efforts of the two of us?"

Wang and his party frowned slightly. He knew very well that what Baifaxian said was the truth. If he persisted in the stalemate, his strength would not be able to keep up. He was indeed no match for them, so what he had to do now was to win with one blow.

If the younger brother was here, he wouldn't have this problem. Although his swordsmanship is not as good as his own, his true energy is already as generous as the sea, and it is inexhaustible no matter how he uses it.

He smiled, and the wooden sword stood in front of him.

"Break!" He shouted angrily, bursting with anger.

Baifaxian and Ziyihou were forced to take three steps back, Baifaxian said in amazement: "What's going on! He must be running out of strength, right?"

Zi Yihou frowned slightly: "He wants to win with one blow."

"Who said that the more bullies the less, isn't it just two against two? Don't you think you are afraid." A pleasant voice sounded, and Yin Luoxia, who had been watching from the corner, suddenly walked forward.

"You?" The white-haired fairy smiled disdainfully.

Yin Luoxia walked up to Wang Xingxing's side, her qi soared, her long sleeves fluttered, a purple light flashed in her eyes, seductive and cold: "Me!"

"Senior Brother Wang, you can use your sword at any time." Yin Luoxia said softly.

Wang and his party nodded. He had seen Yin Luoxia's martial arts in the martial arts arena. He could not be regarded as a top master, but he should not be underestimated.

"For a while..." An idea suddenly popped up in Wang Xingxing's mind.

"Needless to say, I understand." Yin Luoxia interrupted.

Wang and his party were taken aback: "Do you really understand?"

Yin Luoxia nodded: "I'm very smart."

"It doesn't matter whether you live or die, I'll just pretend you understand." Wang Xingxing yelled angrily, and with a throw of his right hand, the mahogany sword suddenly flew up and turned into a white sword shadow.

Yin Luoxia turned around on the spot, started a startling dance, her long sleeves flew up, and Zixia twitched.

Sword Shadow, Purple Sleeve, soared up.

But when he descended from the sky, the shadow of the sword was no longer seen.

"Where is the sword!" The white-haired fairy exclaimed in surprise.

The purple sleeve has fallen.

Zi Yihou took a step forward: "How can you care about this!
Open the folding fan, facing the sky.

The jade sword turned lightly, and the sword energy was like a tide.

Neither of them hesitated any longer, and immediately made a move, smashing the Zixia sleeve to pieces.

Zixia is flying, and the shadow of the sword suddenly appears.

The sword is hidden under the long sleeve.

A hundred sword shadows burst out through the wind.

Wang and his party pressed down hard with their hands, and uttered the Taoist mantra: "Infinite!"

"Back!" Baifaxian and Ziyihou stepped back fiercely.

But those hundreds of sword shadows came overwhelmingly, and where did they retreat.

The two retreated with all their strength, and blocked with all their strength, but the sword was in front of their eyebrows, killing them with every inch!
"Fall!" A voice yelled.

I saw a person suddenly rushing out from behind Baifaxian and Ziyihou, pulling them behind, and then swiping a huge judge's pen in his hand towards the sky, drawing those sword shadows completely with one stroke.

"Tomb language cursive script?" Wang and his party were slightly taken aback.

After Zhong Feili wiped off all those sword shadows, he looked at Wang and his party and grinned: "You are not bad!"

"You're not bad either!" The voice sounded like a heavy bell.

The sound arrives, and the people arrive.

Zhong Feili blocked the judge's pen forward, blocking the punch that pierced through the air and fell from the sky, and he stepped back more than ten steps, drawing a shallow ravine on the ground.

It turned out that he was waiting for Li Huo, and Li Huo was also waiting for him.

"Who are you?" Wang and his party asked.

Li Huo didn't look back, but asked back: "Do you know who they are?"

Wang and his party shook their heads: "I don't know."

Li Huo took a step forward: "So, you don't need to know who I am." He jumped forward, and punched Zhong Feili again.

Zhong Feili turned the judge's pen lightly in his hand, blocking Lihuo's almost domineering attack. He chuckled lightly and said, "Senior's boxing is as domineering as I imagined."

"Your judge pen is good." Li Huo said coldly.

"Drawing all kinds of things in the world, judging the right and wrong of Yin and Yang, my judge's pen, senior, be careful." Zhong Feili brushed it against Lihuo's chest, and if he didn't pay attention, his stomach would be ripped open.

"It's up to you!" Li Huo punched Zhong Feili out.

This punch was so powerful that Zhong Feili fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, while Lihuo continued to chase forward with all his strength, and the two of them retreated further and further...

"Senior, although your boxing skills are good, compared with Senior Li Tian, ​​they are still inferior!"

"You have seen Li Tian!" Li Huo shouted angrily.

"Yes, he is not dead yet." Zhong Feili jumped and fled backwards, "He will come back for revenge!"

(End of this chapter)