Chapter 330 The Long Battle of the Zen Sacrifice

Ouyang Huacan was so angry that he wanted to jump out and talk to this drunken old man who was famous for Confucianism.

Baili Linxuan quickly stretched out his hand to stop him. In order to show his superiority in front of Vanilla, he compared Mr. Mingyue. The two even closed their mouths to the younger generation of Mr. Mei, who was not drunk. He couldn't help but come out to fight against the drunken man and said proudly, "Brother, wait. Look at the eldest brother, you have to look at this. The nameless old man taught him a lesson.

Ouyang Huacan was inconvenient to rob his brother, so he had to nod and said boldly, "Okay! You deal with him, and I'll deal with the barefoot man with the fan.

Mr. Mei and the barefoot old man Mei Er, heard that their tone could boast more than one, and they dared to slander themselves as a nameless old man. Suddenly, they were angry. Mr. Mei Er also jumped out of Liuyin and shouted, "What a crazy boy, how dare you not pay attention to your grandfather and let me teach a lesson. You little bastards."

At this time, there were not many speculations. Baili Linxuan and Ouyang Huacan came out side by side to fight against the drunken man and the barefoot old man, but put Mr. Mingyue aside.

Baili Linxuan pretended to be generous and said, "Brother Mingyue, go down and have a rest first to see us fight against their so-called famous Confucianism, haha."

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "Two brothers, be careful. I will watch the enemy plunder for the two brothers." After saying that, he retreated to Sister Vanilla.

Vanilla wanted to take a Jinpa to wipe his sweat and praised him, "I didn't see it. Brother Mingyue used to have a unique skill and got the true biography of Uncle Tianya."

Mr. Mingyue laughed and said, "You don't need to wipe your sweat. I'm not tired. I'm ashamed to say that Qiu Fengshi's flying knife is too bad. Although it's fancy, his internal strength is very weak. If you want to see the ghost, you are anxious to achieve success, and you only care about spreading his moves. After all, there is no power."

Vanilla smiled and said, "So it is. No wonder even the drunk man said that he is a good-looking man, but it's quite frighting."

The two stared at the battle and saw that Baili Linxuan only used a piece of iron folding fan to fight against the drunken man. Before the battle, Baili Linxuan pretended to be elegant and generous to show Vanilla. First, he held his fist slightly and did not lose his courtesy. Then he waved the iron fan and shouted, "I'm offended!" Rub the body up.

The drunk man smiled coldly, still holding the wine gourd in his left hand, and his right palm made a move, and suddenly pressed it with his palm.

Baili Linxuan thought how good the drunken man was. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he would use his overwhelming palm power. He dared not neglect it and quickly flashed sideways.

Who knows that the drunken man's palm wind only swept the corners of Linxuan's clothes, which was not very powerful. Baili Linxuan was so discouraged. He secretly said that it turned out to be a frightening person and scared himself a lot, so he gradually raised the intention of contempt the enemy, showing off what he had learned from a smile, and folded the fan to show his unrestrained state, only Just to win a smile from the vanilla beauty.

The drunk man sneered and said, "It's flashy, and you dare to show off in front of me, hum!"

After saying that, the drunk suddenly retreated and flashed the lid of Baili Linxuan and pulled the open wine gourd. Baili Linxuan was puzzled, thinking that the old man did not miss drinking when fighting, so he couldn't help but be furious.

When Baili Linxuan was distracted, he suddenly heard that Mr. Mei, who was not drunk, threw up the wine gourd and even sprinkled wine in mid-air. Mr. Mei shouted, "Eight immortals are drunk!"

Baili Linxuan was stunned again. Could it be that he didn't want the wine gourd? He threw it high and did something. Before he could react, Mr. Mei, who was not drunk, pushed his palms together, and the wind stirred up the wine and hit Baili Linxuan like a rain. Then the drunken man came to fish for the moon in the water and still picked up the wine gourd.

Vanilla and Mr. Mingyue saw this move, but the eight immortals were drunk and did their best. They exclaimed, "Be careful!"

Baili Linxuan could turn into palm power without wine. It was too late to swing the folding fan. He was swept by the fierce palm wind of Mr. Mei, who was not drunk. The wine was smashed like hail. Baili Linxuan stood unsteadily, looked up to the sky and fell down, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Mr. Mingyue and Vanilla rushed over. They held their own identity and no longer chased them. They let them move back to Baili Linxuan and laughed and said, "Second, I took care of one as soon as I took action. You still didn't work hard to clean up this rough junior."

At the autumn wind under the shade of Liu, Master Mei spit blood on one of the other party's longest Taoist disciples and cheered loudly. The drunken man was even more proud.

The barefoot old man over there confronted Ouyang Huacan, but it was not so easy. One of his skills were not as good as the eldest brother. The other was Ouyang Huacan's strength and did not lose weight. He did not mean to underestimate the enemy at all. A treasure knife in his palm flew up and down, and the knife was shining everywhere. What's more, he saw that the eldest brother was injured and his life and death were uncertain. The tiger roared, and the knife was tightened. The foot man gradually showed his decline. Several times he had to force his palm, but he was blocked by Ouyang Huacan's newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers.

The drunken man wanted to help take care of this big man's Taoist younger generation for him, but Mr. Mingyue suddenly took action, and a cloud of Taiyin cloud came out, which stopped the drunken man and handed over Baili Linxuan to vanilla to take care.

Mr. Mingyue flew in front of him to block Mr. Mei Da, who is not drunk, and said coldly, "Let's learn the senior's tricks!"

The drunk man looked up to the sky and laughed: "Don't think you are great if you have two times. In my opinion, it's just an axe. Let's make a move and let you follow in the footsteps of the arrogant boy who fell to the ground!"

Mr. Mingyue just sneered slightly and ignored what he said. His mind moved slightly, turned his breath into a sword, and carried the blue wave sword he had just learned from the old man Tianya in the morning.

A clear light sword, like a blue wave flowing, like a dream, Mr. Mingyue held it in his hand, stared at the drunken man coldly, and said faintly, "Please!"

The drunken man had just defeated Linxuan, and he didn't pay attention to these juniors. He did the same. This time, he changed to a wine gourd and sprinkled, and there was a beautiful wine all over the air. Before Mr. Mingyue didn't wait for him to withdraw from the palm wind, the blue wave sword was sacrificed, and a sword spirit arrived.

The drunken man still ignored it and pushed out his palms. Mr. Mingyue knew that his palm was strong and dodged. The sword spirit of the Bibo sword was densely shrouded in the drunken man's wine, blocking it all back, and instead drowned the drunken man.

Mr. Mei, who was not drunk, was so angry that he didn't need to leave the wine gourd. He even pushed out a few palms and insisted on sweeping the way to Mr. Mingyue.

Mr. Mingyue's Taiyin cloud with Ziwei in one hand and the Bibo sword in one hand are mysterious. Especially the Bibo sword is as said by the old man Tianya. It is the most durable. If you don't get drunk, you can't fight for a long time, and your strength is gradually weakening. Although it looks more powerful than the barefoot old man Mei Er, in fact, you have secretly cried secretly.

How could Mr. Mingyue see it? Suddenly, the blue wave sword was infused with real power, and the sword spirit was like a rainbow. The sword light soared and suddenly waved it out. The drunk man was shocked and rolled on the ground in confusion before dodging.

There, Ouyang Huacan fought against the barefoot man Mei Er. On the contrary, Ouyang became more and more energetic. The barefooted man couldn't fight hard. He secretly saw that the eldest brother was not much better. He hurriedly shouted, "Autumn Wind Twelve, come and help! Uncle is a little tired.

After calling for a long time, there was no movement. The drunken man Mei and the barefoot Mei Er took time to look back. There was empty under the willow tree, and there was no figure of the autumn wind twelve.

Mei Er, a barefoot, scolded: "What a son of a bitch, he escaped from the battle. It's really promising!"

Mr. Mei, who is not drunk, said disapprovingly, "Let's work harder and only defend but not attack."

Mr. Mei Er was stunned and immediately thought that Qiu Fengshi could not leave them alone. He must have gone back to invite the ghosts. Thinking of this, he had to grit his teeth and try his best to maintain it.

When Mr. Mingyue saw that the second old man of Meizhuang had changed his playing style, he suddenly only wanted to be undefeated and stopped attacking. This was a little troublesome. Although he had the upper hand, it was difficult for him to dodge for a moment.

Mr. Mingyue saw that it was difficult to win the drunk for a while, and it was even more impossible for him to defeat Mr. Mingyue. Mr. Mingyue was already invincible, so he asked loudly, "Sister Vanilla, how is Brother Baili's injury?"

Withan waiting for Vanilla to speak, Baili Linxuan coughed a few times, but he was still competitive. He struggled to get up and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine! Don't worry about me, just be careful."

Vanilla hurriedly said, "Get down and don't talk."

Baili Linxuan was seriously injured at this time, and he was even more angry and annoyed. He regretted that he didn't pay attention to it. He was defeated in one move, which was very humiliating, which was even more painful than the injury on his body.

Fortunately, vanilla took good care of him, fed him medicine and pushed him to promote blood circulation, which was better for him than when he was not injured.

The more so, the more ashamed Baili Linxuan was. He had to stand up several times with pain, but was stopped by the vanilla sister. Baili Linxuan was grateful for a moment. At this moment, he was no longer jealous of Mr. Mingyue and hoped that he could give himself a bad breath.

Mr. Mingyue heard that Baili Linxuan could still speak. Although he was not angry enough, at least he had not fainted. He gradually became relieved and shouted, "Brother Ouyang! We are in one place. You come behind me and watch me make a move!"

Ouyang Huacan said, "Okay!" Knowing that Brother Mingyue was very young, he jumped out of the circle and flashed behind Mr. Mingyue.

Mr. Mingyue took advantage of the momentum of the sword light flowing, and the Bibo sword drew a long arc in the air and shouted, "Bihai Chaosheng!"

Mr. Mingyue carried out the newly learned Bibo sword, and coupled with the sword moves of the Longquan sword in the past, the blue wave sword light waved out, like the blue sea frenzy, like a wave of strong as a wave, the drunken man and the barefoot old man quickly offset their luck.

Mr. Mingyue simply sacrificed the Bibo sword, and in an hour, the sword spirit was rampant, forcing the two to retreat in a row and screamed incessantly.

At this critical moment, I saw a cold light breaking through the sky in the distance. It was extremely powerful and domineering. Under the red sun, it was still glowing, which made people shudder. In an instant, it hit the bright moon prince's blue light sword, and the light in the sky suddenly disappeared invisible.

Mr. Mingyue was shocked and shouted, "Who is sacred?"