Chapter 82 Joint to fight against the enemy
Outside Hangzhou, West Lake, outside the building.
No one can deny that this is a wonderful night. Although the spring is cold and the night is long, the large and small restaurants on the edge of the West Lake are still full of laughter, occasionally mixed with guessing, and even songs in the middle of the night.
The building outside the building is no exception. The night is late, and the front restaurant is still full of cups and plates. The second child of the shop shuttles between the kitchen and the banquet, even busier than during the day.
Who would have thought that after the building outside the building, there was a small courtyard with three hundred and two pieces of incense a day in the dark night. At this moment, it was as silent and murderous.
Tianjue Situ Wushu and Dijue Sikong Wuming two people one after one, blocking all the retreat routes in the room. The color ring held the dark night to leave incense. After the acupuncture point of the dark night in Sikong Wumei point, they have been looking at her with a smile. Intentionally, they deliberately or unintentionally wanted to release the color ring and the dark night to leave incense.
The mysterious swordsman and Situ looked at each other unharmed. Although their shoulders were injured, the tip of the sword could not help buzzing. Even Mr. Mingyue felt the murderous spirit and couldn't help but be shocked.
Mr. Mingyue held a sword in his right hand, posed, and pointed to the ground obliquely. This is the first time since he came to the Three Thousand Realms, so formally and solemnly holds the sword, because he deeply knows that a single day without injury is a rare enemy in his life, not to mention Sikong, although he is not sure about Sikong at this moment. The idea of lifelessness, whether or not, seems to be in her hands.
Mr. Mingyue secretly contempted himself and also saw the mysterious swordsman's action in the four arrays. If he was not injured, Tianjue must be slightly inferior. Now he has ordered Cai Huaner to escape with Liuxiang on his back in the dark night. The three swordsmen on his side must win against one against him. He hopes that Sikong is desperate to stay away from him. .
Mr. Mingyue subconsciously stared at the thin veil on Sikong's lifeless face. He knew that after the veil was a peerless face. What was the most beautiful face he had ever seen? What was he calculating in the clear autumn wave?
Sikong Wuming obviously sensed Mr. Mingyue's eyes and just smiled softly, "You don't take care of Xiangmei. Are you going to die with a sword?"
Mr. Mingyue only felt a chill in his heart. Obviously, she saw through her heart and couldn't help sighing, "Do you really want to draw your sword?"
At this time, Tianjue Situ said angrily, "Bad boy, don't get close to it. If you are afraid of death, you can take your sister Xiangmei and leave quickly, otherwise the sword will have no eyes, hehe."
The mysterious swordsman also said, "Mingyue, take my sister and your two sisters away. This is about me and the unknown. Don't interfere."
Mr. Mingyue said coldly, "If you are afraid of death, you are not a good man. Your business is also my business. What else can you say about each other?"
Situ Wus smiled and said, "Look at whether your mouth is hard or neck is hard."
Mr. Mingyue said softly to Lan Diewu, "Sister Lan, you and Xiangmei Caihuan'er go together!"
The orchid butterfly danced stunned. At this time, the sword light of Mr. Mingyue suddenly soared, just like a bright lotus blooming. It was the industry fire burning lotus with a sword of more than ten soldiers in the ancient town in Tiannan.
At this time, Mr. Mingyue's sword seemed to be integrated with people, as if recalling the past, "I wish someone could hold a three-foot sword and give me a defeat." At that time, Xiao Ran couldn't help but show a lonely and bleak look on his face.
Situ Wujian and Sikong Wuming were shocked, especially Situ Wujian did not expect that this stinky boy who had never showed his martial arts skills had such exquisite swordsmanship, gorgeous and murderous. Obviously, he came for himself, all over his body. Every inch seems to be shrouded in this sword spirit, but Sikong's lifeless life only took a few steps back.
While the orchid butterfly dance was still hesitating, Cai Huaner gritted her teeth and rushed out of the sword light with the incense in the dark night.
At this time, how could the mysterious swordsman miss such a good opportunity? The long-condensed sword spirit pressed Situ unharmedly. The strong sword light seemed to pierce the sky. No one expected that the mysterious swordsman with shoulder injury could stab such a stormy sword.
Situ Wukai has no choice. On the one hand, there is the burning lotus of the business of Mr. Mingyue, and on the other hand, there is the sword spirit that the mysterious swordsman has condensed for a long time. The two sword spirits are dazzling and the other is dazzling. Even Sikong's lifeless can't help exclaiming and shouting! He hurriedly flew out a short sword that was more than a foot long, with colorful brilliance all over his body to block the sword light of the mysterious swordsman.
Mr. Mingyue thought he was successful. Even if his sword array of burning lotus could not cover Situ, the mysterious swordsman's sword was not injured from the point, and the five-colored swords of Situ was obviously slowed down. Seeing that this arrogant Situ Wu was about to be buried in this sword shadow Down.
It had been 60 moments in a flash. At this moment, Situ Wu's injured body unexpectedly flew up in the air and suddenly hit his whole body through the sword light of Mr. Mingyue like lightning and thunder.
Mr. Mingyue was shocked. What kind of move is this? The sword move has been used for a long time, but he can't see what kind of body Situ is. He can actually pass through the fierce sword spirit and sword light of the burning lotus.
With a bang, the two bumped into one place, and Mr. Mingyue was knocked out more than two feet and broke the square table of red sandalwood.
Situ Wukai just staggered slightly and did not fall down. In this staggering time, the sword light of the mysterious swordsman had already hit Sikong's lifeless colorful dagger and stabbed Situ Wure like a shadow.
Situ no longer dared to be careless. He pulled out a seemingly warm white jade flute to block the sword light of the mysterious swordsman.
Mr. Mingyue fell down and was about to jump up with one breath. Lan Diewu had already run over to help him, and his face was full of concern. Mr. Mingyue's tone was so easy to come up. Instead of asking why Lan Diewu didn't run, he saw Situ Wushu and Sikong Wuming fought with the mysterious swordsman.
It doesn't matter if the empty short sword emits colorful light. The most strange thing is Situ's unharmed white jade flute, which looks like a flash all over the body. It is made by white jade. Unexpectedly, it has such power in his hand. Unexpectedly, he does not avoid the mysterious swordsman's swordsman's edge and roars up. There are holes in the flute and moves. The sound.
Mr. Mingyue no longer hesitated, suddenly picked up the butterfly dance, pushed her out of the courtyard, shouted to run quickly, and ignored her, picked up her sword and wanted to join the battle group.
The mysterious swordsman still pressed his shoulder with one hand and waved his sword in the other to block the attack of the world. Mr. Mingyue came with a sword and invisibly encouraged his morale. The sword was bright, and the sword spirit was not chaotic at all, sharp and effective.
Sikong was desperate to see that Mr. Mingyue had just fallen and got up to fight again. He sighed in his heart that he was really a nerd. His body was wrong, leaving Situ Wu injured to fight the mysterious swordsman alone, but he stood in front of Mr. Mingyue.
Mr. Mingyue suddenly saw her coming, and his sword could not help but weaken. Sikong said angrily, "Why don't you go? What are you pestering?"
Mr. Mingyue only said coldly, "I can't go. You get out of the way!"
Sikong sighed: "I won't let go. If you want to fight, just kill me with a sword."
How can the sword of Mr. Mingyue be stabbed out?
At this moment, Mr. Mingyue only felt that his wrist was cold. Sikong's hands were slender. He had already held Mr. Mingyue's wrist, split his hand and grabbed the sword. He also pulled Mr. Mingyue out of the house. He ignored the orchid butterfly dance that was still stunned in the courtyard. He learned from Mr. Mingyue's butterfly dance, and clicked three acupuncture points in a row. Mr. Mingyue picked up and flew across several courtyards, but he had arrived at the edge of the West Lake.
Mr. Mingyue was shocked and angry, but he suffered from the control of the acupuncture point and shouted, "Let me down, what is this?"
Sikong Wuming ran with him in his arms and said with a smile, "That's how you hugged your sister. I was deeply inspired and jumped out of the circle. Do you know that Situ Wuwei actually hates you? I'm afraid that if he gives you a jade flute behind his back, you will die.
Let Mr. Mingyue shout, Sikong Wuming did not let him down. In a blink of an eye, he had run out of more than three miles. Sikong Wuming stopped, but still hugged Mingyue.
Mr. Mingyue smelled a faint fragrance all the way, but he didn't have time to think about it. Until this time, he couldn't help saying strangely, "Let me down quickly. It's so awkward."
Sikong Wuming put down Mr. Mingyue and patted his acupuncture point, but did not let go of his hand. The ethereal laughter sounded: "What's wrong? I've never hugged anyone in my life. I just experienced it."
Mr. Mingyue only smiled bitterly. Now although the acupuncture point has been untied, his hand is held by Sikong. He knows that he will beware of him and run back. He can only smile bitterly and say, "Why are you holding my hand? It's not also an experience, is it? Isn't it bad if Xiangmei sees it?"
Sikong smiled and said, "That's not true. Even if Xiangmei sees it, my two Jinlan sisters are not separated from each other, so what does it matter? Let's just visit the West Lake at night here. I haven't been here for a long time.
Mr. Mingyue was shocked. At this moment, he was most concerned about the battle outside the building. Who won or lost by Situ Wuju and the mysterious swordsman? Who lives and who dies? Has the orchid butterfly dance run away? Where are the colorful rings and the fragrance in the dark night? Like a mess in her heart, this Chang'e sister's lifeless but suddenly had a whim that she was going to visit the West Lake.
Mr. Mingyue thought for a long time and said with a wry smile, "It's not important for us to travel to the West Lake. What if we die one day?"
Sikong smiled skillfully and said, "Just let them fight after you die. It's none of my business. It's just right that he died. I'm too lazy to see him?"
Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly: "What if the mysterious swordsman dies?"
Sikong smiled and said, "That's better. The mysterious swordsman is Confucianism. You are Taoist. What is your relationship with him? Why do you work so hard for him?"
Mr. Mingyue was stunned and then shook his head and sighed, "He is my friend. I can't let go. If you let me go, I will go back."