At the beginning of Niujia Village, my sister-in-law and I depended on each other.

"Junior brother, be careful!!"

As soon as Ma Yu withdrew his aggrieved gaze, his pupils suddenly shrank and a cry of surprise burst out of his mouth.

Han Xiaoying, who was waiting for an opportunity, disappeared in an instant.

Only the sword in his hand was sparkling in the sunlight, still as real as ever, and was stabbing towards Qiu Chuji at an extremely fast speed.

When the alarm sounded in his ears, Qiu Chuji's heart suddenly turned cold. The sword move that had already reached Han Baoju's wrist suddenly stopped. He gritted his teeth and instantly drew his sword flower and stabbed back quickly, blocking the direction where the sword would break through the air from behind.

The opponent was too fast and there was no time to dodge, so this move was based solely on intuition.

The tip of the attacking sword pierced straight into the sword. Under the fierce impact, the hilt of the sword in Qiu Chuji's hand tilted slightly, but it also gave him a chance to bend his body and dodge.

"Whoo-"

The next moment, the sword blade slashed across the sword blade, and the harsh sound of metal friction resounded on the platform, and a fierce spark splashed directly on his neck.

"Sweep the battlefield for me! I can do it myself!"

The attack missed. Han Xiaoying screamed and a shadow flashed. Her body passed by quickly, almost touching the ground. Her clothes fluttered and the sword swung towards Qiu Chuji again.

"Ding~"

"Ding~"

"Ding~"

Han Xiaoying swung out four swords in succession, the sword light was as fast as lightning. Qiu Chuji had learned from the previous lesson, so he was extremely careful to resist.

"Look at the rhyme!"

But just as the last sword was about to strike, Ke Zhen'e, who was patrolling nearby, let out a loud shout and swung his sleeves towards the field.

Qiu Chuji subconsciously used his body to avoid the sword and used the sword to block the water chestnuts. Blind Ke's poisonous water chestnuts were extremely poisonous, which he had learned when he fought Jiangnan Qikuai many years ago.

But when he had swung the sword halfway in that direction, he saw the poisonous spikes shooting towards him from the other side.

Straight thief!!!
Qiu Chuji was so angry that he almost cursed. At this time, Han Xiaoying's fourth sword suddenly accelerated and came straight to his shoulder, so fast that he could not dodge it in time.

"Bah..."

The sword blade passed over his left shoulder, and Qiu Chuji's Taoist robe was torn open. The next moment, bright red blood oozed out.

"mean!"

Upon seeing this, Qiu Chuji quickly dodged to the side of the platform, quickly pressed acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, held the sword in his right hand, pressed the wound on his left shoulder with that wrist, and shouted angrily at Ke Zhen'e.

Han Xiaoying was slightly stunned. Seeing this situation, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, and she did not take advantage of the victory.

Ke Zhen'e snorted coldly, "Same here, you are being shameless, so what if I, a blind man, am a bit mean? The world is treacherous, I, Ke, will teach you a lesson before you die!"

"Seventh sister, with your sword, the three of us brothers are more than enough to deal with this bull nose! You just stand aside and guard for now."

"Second brother, third brother, come together!"

After saying this, Ke Zhenwu called out to his two brothers on his left and right, then took the lead in swinging his stick and attacking.

If the three brothers were not really unable to deal with Qiu Chuji, he would not have wanted to let his seventh sister get involved today.

They are all old hands with clear minds. No matter how bad their tempers are, how can they not see that Niu Dingtian is covering for them only for Seventh Sister's sake.

Moreover, after being reminded by the second brother Han Baoju, Ke Zhenwu was also afraid that the three of them would consume the friendship between Niu Dingtian and Han Xiaoying because of revenge.

"excuse me!"

Wang Chuyi and Tan Churui saw that their senior brother was in danger, so they didn't care too much. They clasped their fists in salute, and then attacked Suluzhi with a combined sword move.

Old man Su narrowed his eyes, raised his foot and took light steps, then swung out the sleeves of his robe. In an instant, several powerful energy forces blasted out with the sleeves, shocking Wang Chuyi and Tan Churui to block with their swords together and retreat repeatedly.

It was the courtesy shown by the two men that made the old man hold back a bit, but it was definitely impossible for him to let him go.

Seeing that their side was losing ground with every move, and that there was no chance of winning, Wang Chuyi and Tan Churui shouted at Zhou Botong who was fighting happily, "Uncle Zhou! If you keep hitting me, Brother Qiu will be dead in a while!"

Seeing that his nephew was in a critical situation, Zhou Botong used his left palm and right fist to attack horizontally and vertically. When he reached Huang Yaoshi, he suddenly laughed, and his fist turned into a palm, and then his palm into a fist, switching between horizontal and vertical attacks.

Huang Yaoshi never expected that he could use such a strange trick. When he hurriedly stretched out his arm to block the attack, the tip of his palm had already touched his eyebrow. Although he was not injured, he felt a burning pain.

White Tiger Palace, on the second floor corridor

There were several women watching the fight below. They were Miss Huang, Chen Jiner, Yan Huaixi, and the newly arrived He Yuanjun and other female relatives.

Miss Huang saw that her father had been tricked, so she could not help but shout at the rooftop opposite: "Old naughty boy! You used the skills from the Nine Yin Manual to fight with my father. What will your brother say in the afterlife?"

Zhou Botong laughed heartily, feeling extremely proud, and shouted: "Look, I am using the true sutra skills. It took me a lot of effort to forget the sutra."

"Hehe, it's easy to learn, but it's troublesome to forget! I used the 72-Move Kongming Fist and the Double-Handed Fighting Naughty Boy Fist, which were thought up by the old naughty boy himself. What does it have to do with the Nine Yin Manual?"

"Bullshit, naughty boy's fist!" Miss Huang shouted angrily, raising her fair right hand, pointing the bamboo brush in her hand at a distance, and shouting:
"After fighting for quite a while, my father didn't get hurt at all. If your last move wasn't the Feixu Jin from the True Scripture, then what was it? How dare you flatter yourself?"

Niu Dingtian had taught her the Nine Yin Scriptures more than two years ago. At the beginning, he explained it to her in detail in person. Compared to her father who had only flipped through the scriptures for two days, she was naturally very familiar with the moves she had just seen.

Zhou Botong's expression suddenly froze. During the fight, he suddenly slapped his right wrist with his left hand and cursed:

"Damn it, damn it, I forgot that this is the Kung Fu from the Nine Yin Manual. I won't fight anymore! I won't fight anymore!"

Huang Yaoshi was slightly startled, and wanted to retract his palm but it was too late. This move was also extremely fast and hit Zhou Botong's shoulder silently.

Zhou Botong bent his waist and lowered his shoulders, gasping in pain and shouting, "I'll give it back to you, I'll give it back to you, Old Naughty Boy, I won't fight with you anymore!"

Before he finished speaking, he was seen flashing swiftly, rushing to the platform at high speed, laughing and saying: "What's the point of a little kid using his numbers to bully the weak? Come and play with the old naughty boy!"

"The younger generation is settling their grievances, why do you, an old man, interfere? I'll play with you for a bit!"

"I'm coming too!"

The old naughty boy was extremely fast, but when he was about to reach the stage, he saw a red shadow flashing like a flying cloud, blocking the way ahead with a palm, and then a white shadow came from behind and also pushed out a palm. It was Yan Hongshou and Jin Buhuan. The two of them had received instructions from Niu Dingtian that no outsiders were allowed to interfere in the duel on the stage. Anyway, even if I don't take action, I will let my men take action.

"Bah, bah, bah, how shameless!"

The old naughty boy yelled, but without hesitation, he changed his left palm into a fist and punched out with both fists at the same time, which were two perfect 72-move Kongming Fists.

"boom!"

The two fists and palms separated as soon as they touched each other, and a strong energy burst out suddenly, causing the robes of the three people to swell instantly. Then they each flew backwards in the air, leaving a distance of eight feet between them.

"Hey, hey, hey, if you have the guts, fight alone! What kind of heroism are you when two against one?" Zhou Botong shook his fists, pinched his waist and shouted.

Jin Buhuan ignored him, just lowered his gaze and stood guard on the stage, without taking any further action.

Suluzhi suddenly exerted force, knocked down Wang Chuyi and Tan Churui with two fierce palms, then flew to the stage and stood side by side with Yan Hongshou.

Yan Hongshou brushed off his red robe sleeves, looked at Zhou Botong, and said with a smile: "Let the younger generations settle their grudges, and we can just watch. If everyone is like you and takes sides, wouldn't the martial arts world be in chaos?"

Pointing at Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong who were fighting fiercely in the distance, he said, "If you want to fight, why don't you practice with our leader, or wait until these two are tired before you go in?"

Zhou Botong knew that if the three of them joined forces to fight him, he would definitely not be able to resist. If a fight really broke out, he would definitely be humiliated.

"The old naughty boy came here to watch the fun, why did he get into such a shitty trouble!" Seeing that the rookie nephew's shoulder was bleeding more and more on the high platform, Zhou Botong walked back and forth with a bitter look on his face. He couldn't help but pull his beard and curse.

He stamped his feet, suddenly opened his clothes, and shouted angrily to the platform: "What grudge can't be let go? Hey, blind man, the old naughty boy asked you to hit him three times with the iron rod, and you let the Qiu guy go!"

"Uncle Zhou, you can't do that!"

Ma Yu led a group of fellow apprentices and ran quickly to Zhou Botong's side, trying to persuade him urgently, but he saw his uncle winking at him.

Ke Zhen'e is indeed an old hand in the world. He swept and hit Qiu Chuji's left shoulder repeatedly. After sweeping out with his stick, Han Baoju continued to attack.

"Pooh!"

After hearing what Zhou Botong said, he spat at the audience and shouted angrily: "Don't act crazy and stupid in front of a blind man. I'm going to kill your senior brother, and you try to put him down!"

"you……"

Ma Yu raised his finger and glared.

Zhou Botong stood in front of his fellow apprentices with a smile on his face, and shouted loudly, "Brother Old Boy died a long time ago. If you want to kill him, you have to go to Mount Zhongnan and dig up his coffin. What a hassle. Five times, Old Boy wants you to hit him five times, no more!"

Just as he was about to be proud of himself, he suddenly heard Niu Dingtian's loud voice echoing throughout the square:
"Old boy, look who that is?"

"It must not be my senior brother!" Zhou Botong thought, then turned around and looked in the direction of his finger like everyone else.

"Bertung...is that you?"

A female voice sounded both happy and resentful. The first half sounded pleasantly surprised, while the second half sounded extremely resentful. The man on the stands froze when he heard it.

Zhou Botong froze in place for a moment. Before he could even see the figure clearly, he was so frightened that his soul flew away. He ran away, shouting, "It's not me! It's not me!"

"Botong! Wait for me!"

Seeing her lover disappear in the blink of an eye, Yinggu on the roof became panicked and anxious. She quickly dived to the ground and chased in the direction he disappeared.

"Hehe, it turns out that the monks of Quanzhen Sect are not that pure either." People around were talking about it, and Ke Zhen'e on the stage couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark while fighting.

"presumptuous!!"

After hearing this, Qiu Chuji's already aggrieved heart suddenly surged with evil fire. He shouted angrily, and with two moves, he knocked away Han Baoju and Zhu Cong, and stabbed towards them with a sword as white as a rainbow across the sky.

"Ding!"

"Whoo-"

The sword blade hit the iron rod, Qiu Chuji turned and cut diagonally, and the sword created a spark and slashed towards Ke Zhenwu's neck.

"Brother be careful!"

Han Baoju and Zhu Cong exclaimed and warned.

At this moment, Han Xiaoying, who was originally on the sidelines, narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her hand, and the sword shot out again, piercing directly at Qiu Chuji's right shoulder.

"Pfft...!"

A clear sound of sword entering flesh was heard, and the snow-white sword passed through the shoulder with blood.

Qiu Chuji only felt a sharp pain, and the sword in his right hand suddenly softened. The intimidating sword tip was only half an inch away from Ke Zhen'e's neck and could no longer advance.

"Junior brother!"

"master!"

"Senior Brother Qiu!"

The Quanzhen sect members shouted in shock and anger.

"How can Quanzhen allow you to humiliate me!!"

Qiu Chuji's eyes were determined, and he suddenly used the Three Flowers Gathering Palm on his left hand. Regardless of the blood gushing out of the wound, he tried his best to strike towards Ke Zhen's disgusting mouth.

"Brother, be careful!" In a hurry, Han Xiaoying swung the sword sideways, directly deflecting the palm tip by half an inch.

No one expected that Qiu Chuji would use a tactic of destroying both himself and his enemies. The three brothers and sisters were about to step forward to rescue them, but Ke Zhenwu did not dodge and shouted with a ferocious face: "Die!!"

next moment--

"boom!"

"puff!"

"Puff...!" (End of this chapter)