Chapter 234 The Great Victory of the Zen Sacrifice

"Don't be afraid, sister, the bright moon will come!"

Mr. Mingyue made a light turn in the air and stood in front of Mr. Mei, who was not drunk. Vanilla finally took a breath and said quickly, "Brother Mingyue, come to deal with him. I will help Brother Ouyang deal with the barefoot."

Seeing that Mr. Mingyue defeated Qiu Feng Twelve so quickly, Mr. Mei Da, who was not drunk, saw that there was still a damn smile on this little white face. He seemed to be lazy to look at himself at all. He couldn't help but be angry and said coldly, "Bad boy, it's you again!"

Mr. Mingyue retreated diagonally for a few feet, fell to Baili Linxuan, who was lying on the ground injured, and clicked the acupuncture point on his chest to protect his heart. He smiled and said, "Brother Baili, look at me vent my anger for you."

Linxuan coughed a few times and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't worry. I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

Mr. Mingyue nodded, floated to Mr. Mei and sneered, "If you are not drunk, you might as well use all the unique skills of your life. Wouldn't it be a pity that you haven't used your unique skills when you die?"

Mr. Mei Da said angrily, "What an arrogant boy, look!"

Mr. Mei Da has had a war with Mingyue and knew his strength. Although he was angry, his heart was weak first, and he had to do it again. He threw up the wine gourd and sprinkled wine. Before the palm wind arrived, the wine came first.

Mr. Mingyue smiled secretly and didn't get drunk. As soon as the wine of the gourd spilled out, Mr. Mingyue didn't wait for the drunken man to show his palm, he first came with mud and water. His sleeves sprinkled the wind. The wine of the wine gourd was returned, but splashed on Mr. Mei's face.

The drunken man was shocked and was forced to drink by Mr. Mingyue to return to his own body. He was drenched with a drowned chicken and screamed angrily. He simply threw out the wine gourd. The wind penetrated through the sun, and his palms split the wine gourd with a wave, and the wine was full of wine.

Mr. Mingyue was stunned. What kind of move is this? Isn't the drunken man angry and become a madman?

Mr. Mei, who couldn't get drunk, shouted: "The can is broken!"

Mr. Mingyue almost laughed. Suddenly, he couldn't laugh. He saw Mr. Mei do his best. The spilled wine and broken gourds came with the pressure of his mountain-like palm. He was condescending and powerful.

Mr. Mingyue hurriedly drew a halo of half a month in the air, and then used Gui Hong's introduction on the last page of a volume of martial arts secrets taught to him by Mr. Nanguo, and he used his best to return it.

The drunken man recognized that he was the superior martial arts Gui Hong of his religion. How could he know that Mr. Mingyue just looked at it in a hurry? He only remembered the moves and had his own ears. He may not have much power, let alone fight back.

In horror, the drunken man fell down and quickly twisted his body. He was unstable. Instead, the broken wine gourd fell to the ground and fell heavily.

As soon as Mr. Mingyue used the half-baked Gui Hongyin, he saw that Mr. Mei, who was not drunk, changed his face greatly. He fell into the mud and laughed secretly. He secretly said that he hadn't made a move yet. Mr. Mei seemed to see something terrible, and couldn't help saying softly, "Don't drunken man! To hit is to hit. Why do you bother to drill into the ground by yourself? I fell so awkwardly at such an old age that I couldn't even bear to see it.

Mr. Mei, who is not drunk, jumped up and shouted angrily, "Where did you learn Gui Hong Yin! Who is your master?

Mr. Mingyue said leisurely, "My master is the old man of Taoism. Is this move introduced by Gui Hong? I think it's easy to tighten.

The mysterious swordsman over there and the ghost stared against the enemy, and they were also surprised to hear the three words Guihong. It turned out that Guihong was the supreme magic method in Confucianism. When the other party came to recruit, he also gave back and added a layer of strength. The stronger the move, the stronger the counterattack, the stronger the counterattack was. There were few Confucianists who practiced this method. Today, I heard that the bright moon used Gui Hong Yin, and I was all moved.

The mysterious swordsman didn't have time to ask, but stared at the ghost's hands coldly. As long as the flying knife flashed, it was broken with sword spirit.

Mr. Mingyue lazi talked nonsense with Mr. Mei Da about Guihong and Guiyan. He sacrificed the purple flame sword and came to take his life.

Mr. Mei turned his head and ran away, and shouted to the barefoot man Mei Er: "Brother, the wind is tight, pull! The stinky boy has learned all the martial arts I taught. How to fight, run quickly, and know the current affairs as a handsome man!"

Mr. Mingyue was stunned and saw that Mr. Mei was running away. Mei Er also left Ouyang Huacan and vanilla and no longer fought. He looked very obedient. He walked in the footsteps of the drunken man and did not care about the autumn wind 12 that was scratched under the willow tree and fell lightly.

Mr. Mingyue secretly laughed and secretly said that the two elders of Meizhuang were simply like being evil, which was really incomprehensible. What's so terrible about Gui Hong's introduction? At least he had seen Mr. Nanguo's secrets. Mingyue turned around and saw that Vanilla was busy taking care of Linxuan. Ouyang Huacan strode to find the bad luck of the twelve autumn wind. Mr. Mingyue was afraid that he would not be killed by the twelve hundred-legged insects of the autumn wind and did not stiffen. He injured him with a flying knife. He quickly pulled back and said, "Don't chase the poor bandits. Why kill them all. Let's still come to help the mysterious swordsman. ."

At this time, I saw the mysterious swordsman's sword spirit, cutting the flying knife that cut the ghost and sorrow horizontally and vertically, and I don't know how many flying knives he brought, thin as cicada wings and the size of willow leaves. Each knife is to stimulate the real power, or invisible shadow or broken the void. The two soldiers came to block the fight.

Mr. Mingyue secretly sighed that the mysterious swordsman was a mysterious swordsman after all. The sword light turned into a light curtain, and many flying knives were jingling and scattered casually, and even the flying knife was helpless. Mr. Mingyue knew that as a descendant of Confucianism, he was a ghostly junior, so he just resisted and did not move.

Mr. Mingyue did not have this taboo and shouted, "Mysterious brother, I'll help you!" The wind is about to rain!"

While talking, the purple flame light sword drew a sword wind, and the sword spirit flowed, and it flutteringly hit the ghost.

When the ghost saw that Mr. Mingyue's sword was strong, the flying knife flashed by and was about to split the sword wind. Unexpectedly, the mysterious swordsman waved his sword gently, and the flying knife fell with a sound. The wind of Mr. Mingyue immediately pressed down.

The ghost was shocked and quickly turned over and leaned back. Only then did it escape. When the flying knife was issued again, all of them were shot down by the mysterious swordsman. The mysterious swordsman did not indulge in the sword spirit to hurt the ghost. It was allowed to be used by Mr. Mingyue. Gradually, it gradually became the ghost saw that the flying knife was ineffective, and only the situation of being beaten.

Seeing that he was embarrassed, the mysterious swordsman couldn't help sighing, "Master Mei is right. Those who know the current affairs are handsome, and even they have run away. Why does the uncle fight hard? Let's go back to Lanxi to take care of the world. Stop it!"

After saying that, the mysterious swordsman waved his long sword, and a strong wind blew by, and the remnants of the blades of the broken flying knives on the ground were buried in the dust and stood proudly.

Mr. Mingyue also put away the purple flame sword, carried his hands on his back, and stared coldly at the ghost.

Qiu Feng Twelve fell under the willow tree. At this moment, seeing that Master had no chance of winning, he hurriedly complained, "Master! The mysterious brother is right. Why can't we argue? Oh, it hurts me so much.

The ghost snorted coldly. Seeing that the general trend had gone, he saw that the mysterious swordsman and others opposite were indifferent. He pulled his face and picked up the autumn wind twelve in front of him and shouted, "Can you go?"

Qiu Feng twelve endured and reluctantly nodded and said, "Hmm! Yes."

When the ghost saw that he was sad, he turned his head and left. The autumn wind also hurriedly followed the lonely and aging back, for fear that Ouyang Huacan and others behind him would catch up.

Vanilla saw that the mysterious swordsman and Mingyue's younger brother were forced away and clapped her hands and smiled, "Ha ha, I know you are allowed to do it, and you really live up to my trust."

Ouyang Huacan also grinned: "Now that you have seen a ghost, you have finally run away with your tail like a defeated rooster."

Vanilla said, "You're still laughing. Look at what your brother looks like."

Ouyang Huacan remembered his brother lying on the ground and helped him up and said, "Big brother, what do you think at this moment?"

Baili Linxuan sighed, "I'm fine. I just suffered a little internal injury. Fortunately, I was listed as support. The mysterious swordsman brother came to the stage in time. Thank you for saving me!"

The mysterious swordsman said, "This Taoist friend doesn't have to thank you. I should do my duty. You'd better talk less and don't force it."

Mr. Mingyue also said, "I have ordered Baili's chest to protect his heart. Sister Vanilla also fed him the elixir for healing. It should be fine for a moment."

Ouyang Huacan nodded and said, "Big brother, I'll carry you up the mountain." After saying that, regardless of Baili Lin Xuantong's consent, he hugged the eldest brother up, and everyone helped him on his broad back.

Lin Xuan moaned and sighed, "It's my second brother. Now our three brothers have injured two, and the third brother Xiaomo asked you to carry it for a while, and now it's my turn."

Vanilla said, "Brother Baili is obedient and should talk less."

Baili Linxuan nodded and smiled slightly. Sure enough, he lay on the back of the second brother and stopped talking.

According to the meaning of Mr. Mingyue, he wanted to enter Tai'an City and hire a car to carry it to the foot of Mount Tai, but the mysterious swordsman shook his head and said, "The mountain road is bumpy, and the internal injury of Brother Yu Baili is unfavorable."

Ouyang Huacan smiled boldly and said, "It doesn't matter. My big brother is skinny, and I'm very relaxed on my back, but you still have to carry the incense candle offerings for sacrifices up the mountain. I'm afraid it's more tired than me."

Vanilla said, "Send more sisters in the palace to pick up the things used for sacrifice. It's important to escort back Brother Baili first. Mysterious swordsman, you can also go up the mountain with us."

The mysterious swordsman nodded and said, "I'm about to go up the mountain to visit the owner of Bixia Palace. How much is it? Isn't there still me and Mingyue?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled and said, "It's not heavy. It's only about 100 catties in total. I've already thought about it. We'll carry a pole up the mountain with the merchants on Tianjie outside Bixia Palace."