Chapter 259 Fighting

Ren Xiaoyao laughed twice, and his voice was deep and loud, containing strong internal strength. Shen Gulan and Jingshi were too vigilant, and their laughter did not stop. Xiaoyao's body had moved. Suddenly, the chain had been shot. The two mysterious iron chains suddenly became very different in color, and one was extremely red and hot like being taken out of the molten slurry. Another crystal is as cold as snow, like the black ice in the depths of the snowy mountains. Before reaching the body, two completely different breaths have shown the strangeness of this martial arts.

"This is the kung fu I have learned from being trapped on Golden Toad Island for 16 years. You are the first to experience its power."

Shen Gulan glanced at Jing Shitai and made eye contact. One attacked from right to left, and the other attacked from left to right. The black iron chain is a soft object, which is a long-range attack. It's much safer for the two to have a close relationship. The two Xuantie are obviously controlled by exquisite internal skills. Fearing that under the influence of the extreme heat and cold, both swords are protected by the true qi condensed sword.

"Ceng, Zheng..." Two voices, as soon as they staggered, the two felt a little strange. The cold and hot air from the chain was stronger than expected. If even ordinary weapons had broken under this hot and cold alternation. Even relying on the sword and sword, it still shows signs of dispersing the true qi. Ren Xiaoyao flew up in the air and fell behind Shen Gulan, crossing the two chains. The figure is like a ghost. The iron chain changes so fast that there are two guns, judges' pens, and mandarin duck hooks, which is dazzling.

Shen Gulan shook his shoulders and twisted his waist. Avoiding the "snow through the clouds", the long sword drew a semicircle in front of him, and his left palm suddenly came out. It seems ordinary. But it is a high move that can be attacked and defended. The defense was impenetrable, and the offensive opened the mountain and cracked the stone. The one-armed god Ni's "Seventy-style Return to the Wind Dance Willow Sword" also attacked from the rear.

"This is like stopping me, ridiculous!"

Ren Xiaoyao shouted loudly, two mysterious iron chains one after the other. Like a wild dragon going to sea, it stirred up the airflow of two thighs. The two of them are cold in their hearts. Shen Gulan withdrew his palm, and the long sword circled to lead the fiery red chain to the side. Even though the power of the chain is greatly reduced, this hot breath is like a flood and beast, and the sword on its surface melts. Straight down the arm of the sword. If it is spiritual, it is completely a momentum of beating snakes and sticks.

Shen Gulan was so shocked that she immediately thought of withdrawing the sword, but it was too late to think about it. The iron chain is tightly wrapped around the sword body. Jing Shitai is much smarter. Although his moves are slow, there is no flaws at all. Protect the whole body with an integrated swordsmanship, and fight and retreat. This terrifyable chill gradually dissolved the ten*. It's just that there are some ice residue on the palm of the sword, and his face is pale.

At the foot of Mount Emei, the scenery is extraordinary. A cold-looking woman in a white dress stood on the path up the mountain. Six slightly wrinkled, as if thinking about something. The middle-aged man in a bloody robe beside him looked calmly. After a long time, he said, "Xueer, why are you still hesitating when you get here? Are you afraid that she can keep us?"

Jiang Xue sighed, "I'm worried that you and your senior sister will clash again. I'm already a traitor to the division. I don't want to cause any more resentment. You still can't change your nature for so many years. Mo Aichen knew that his wife was still thinking about her teacher and always wanted to go back to Emei to have a look. Otherwise, I would not have chosen this route when I passed through Shuzhong. However, the kindness and resentment of the past can be resolved so simply.

"As long as they don't go too much, I promise you not to be angry." Mo Aichen stared at his wife and said.

"For nearly ten years, I haven't come back to give my master a fragrance. Is it ungrateful? After all, I come from Emei, and no matter how much I complain, I won't fight with each other. Morang, let's go." Jiang Xue was impressed.

Mo Aichen nodded, and the two walked slowly to the mountain road. Time seems to go back to many years ago. The small trees planted in this path and gazebo have grown upright. Flowers bloom and fall, witnessing this love that is not understood by the secular world. The vows under the towering trees and the marks engraved are now sweet.

"When~when~"

The bell from afar interrupted my thoughts. Jiang Xue's face suddenly changed: "The alarm bell of Wanji Temple! There was an accident on the mountain.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Now is not the time to talk about it. I will tell you more about it on the way." Jiang Xue said anxiously.

Mo Aichen was suddenly stunned and remembered the news collected by the Star Palace a few days ago. He said, "A few days ago, the disciples secretly reported that the Heavenly Demon Sect gathered congregations in Luozhou and other places, thinking that they were going to attack Shaolin Temple. It seems that it is to attract people's eyes and dark. Among the sects of the devil, except for Yanluo Temple and Tianmo Sect, I'm afraid that other sects do not have this courage and strength. Yan Luodian provoked Wudang and invaded the Yangtze River waterway, and took advantage of the situation to help many people. It is also necessary to compete with the Qinglong Gang supported by the Zhengdao coalition. It is weak and there will be no big moves in a short time. Ren Xiaoyao, the old man... Humph..."

"Ren Xiaoyao..." Jiang Xue meditate and accelerated some speed.

Blood stains can be seen everywhere along the way, which is quite different from the environment of white clouds and green mountains. On a hill, more than a dozen Emei disciples leaned their backs together, and their white clothes were full of blood, and a pair of disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect surrounded them tightly. This pair of people originally took a path down the mountain to ask for help nearby, but they didn't expect to be ambushed by the other party and suffered heavy losses. Wen Jin was secretly anxious, but his life was secondary. If the task is not completed, Emei will have a crisis of annihilation. I just hope the sisters can hold on for a few more days.

"The Lord is wise, and I have long expected that you would send people down the mountain to ask for help. I've been waiting here for a long time, haha... Brothers!" Under the order of the leader, the disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect rose up and attacked them. The number of people between the two sides is very different.

"Senior sister, break through. We held them back."

"No one wants to walk down this mountain alive today."

Wen Jin gritted his teeth and said, "Fighten the array and meet the enemy!"

The remaining Emei disciples are divided into two groups, forming a female sword array and cooperating with each other. The sound of killing is endless. Due to the huge disparity in the number of people, there are gradually signs. Everyone feels that death is approaching. Not long after Wen Jin and Liu Huan of the Wudang School got married, they thought that they would suffer all the humiliation if they fell into the hands of demons, and unexpectedly had the idea of suicide. I saw the sisters fall one by one, but there was nothing I could do. This kind of helplessness and despair are testing everyone all the time.

Suddenly, there was a change in the field, and the disciples of the magic religion outside kept screaming. The disciples of Emei seem to see a glimmer of hope: Is it an alliance reinforcement?

The two figures quickly swam in the crowd and made several sounds. Wherever they passed, no demon disciple was spared. Mo Aichen cut off the throat of the last demon disciple, and his clothes were not stained with blood. Wen Jin and others were already surprised and speechless. It was clear that the middle-aged man in this bloody robe was covered with a red halo. Neither the splashed blood nor the sword can be close to half a foot. Congens! There is no doubt that this person is a rare innate master in martial arts.

Wen Jin was about to thank him, but suddenly paused and blurted out: "Flame Lion Mo Aichen!"

The hearts of the rest of the Emei disciples suddenly trembled, and the name of the "Three Saints of Magic" is unknown. Mo Aichen, the owner of the Falling Star Palace, is a haunted figure, and even Tianji Palace has a high evaluation of it. How could it suddenly come to Emei? Is it the siege of the two factions of the devil? Wen Jin was confused for a moment, and a trace of joy that had just risen in his heart was suddenly replaced by worry. A demon religion is already difficult to support. If the Falling Star Palace attacks again, it is almost certain that Emei will be expelled from the martial arts!

Mo Aichen glanced at Wen Jin and couldn't think of everyone among these junior disciples: "Well, if it weren't for Xue'er's face, I wouldn't bother to care about these things."

"Uncle Jiang..." Wen Jin shouted uncertainly. At the Longteng event, Wen Jin followed the master and met Mo Aichen and his wife. Because of curiosity, I also asked Liu Siyue about this matter. So I was impressed.

Jiang Xue was shocked and turned around and said, "I haven't heard people call me uncle for many years, but some people still remember that I came from the Emei school."

Only then did Wen Jin make sure that he did not recognize the wrong person. He remembered the rumors and said, "Anyway, thanks to his uncle's help this time. The master is wanting the devil Ren Xiaoyao to play on the "front line". If the uncle is still in the past, please go and help him. The younger generation has something to do, so I'll leave first.