Marty Jianghu

Chapter 93 Double Nyang Pass seesaw

After the direction changes, Shi Wei doesn't know where it will fall.

can't be controlled. She doesn't want to care about it either.

Suddenly, there were screams everywhere.

Shi Wei was really angry and alert. He heard a rustling sound, and his eyebrows frowned. He is very familiar with this sound. Sure enough, after a while, I saw a lot of green silk threads swimming in the grass of Junshan Mountain, and suddenly rushed this way. The whole Junshan was covered with all kinds of poisonous snakes at the moment when the song sounded. Several of them, Shi Wei knew, turned out to be rare and wild species in the Central Plains. But he didn't move.

Shi Wei took a deep breath and prepared to kill the future snakes. The viper suddenly stopped as if it had received some order. The moving song behind suffocated slightly and became more sad with the rhythm. But no matter how the song is destroyed, the poisonous snakes are no longer willing to take a step forward.

Shi Wei has heard about the evil of Chongyang Mountain and has now seen it.

The song suddenly stopped, and the poisonous snakes immediately retreated like an amnesty. The warm sun shines as if nothing had happened.

A false alarm, which was originally poisonous snakes everywhere, but somehow it was stopped by the owner. He must have broken into their territory.

Seeing these snake masters, Wei remembered the scene of those years.

That day, the little boy was chasing a woman and couldn't help running to the woods. He caught up with the woman and wanted to rape her. Before he could succeed, he heard a gust of wind blowing in the woods. It was ridiculous that the boy didn't know anything good or bad. He wanted to deal with the woman. The beast seemed to know that the boy looked down on it. A silver horn on his head gave the violent boy. The boy was bleeding on the spot, and the remaining half of his life was a huge thing. He was so scared that he couldn't help peeing, and the woman was also trembling all over. The beast then opened its mouth and swallowed the upper half of the boy's body. He didn't look at the woman and chewed away. It was a big white snake. It is often haunted in Shaoshi Mountain, where Shaolin is located, and people call it a divine snake. And the woman who suffered with the help of a handsome man can stop the wound scratched by the branch and not lose too much blood. Since then, the handsome man and the woman have been in harmony. Later, due to various changes, the men and women who originally loved each other deeply have not been together for 16 years.

The whip on this side grinded and hit the throat of the iron flute beggar. This whip suddenly seemed to make the sword have no sense of soft whip, and the direction was extremely accurate. If the iron flute beggar did not shrink, he would immediately pierce his throat with a sharp sword. But at this time, Mo Yun only felt a slight pain in his left cheek and followed the long sword in his hand to swing to the left.

But it turned out that the speed of the eight-step monk was really incredible. In this moment of lightning, he had waved his feet with a stick shadow, followed Hunyuan out his arm and blocked Mo Yun's whip with his fist wind. But Mo Yun's whip was also very fast, and it had to be saved by attacking the enemy. I'm afraid that the iron flute beggar suffered a little internal injury.

Just a soft whip gently pushed the long stick in the monk's hand, and everyone shouted "ah" out. Although there is a skill of "four or two strokes of a thousand jin" in martial arts, it takes at least four taels to do it. This soft whip rope is generally no more than four feet. It can almost be blown by the wind and does not sink into the water. It can even break away the long stick of the eight-step monk and the flute of the iron flute beggar. This person's martial arts skills are really unfathomable.

Xiong Feng was shocked and knew that he had met a strong enemy he had never seen in his life today. As long as he had time to use his hands and feet, he would be desperate. He immediately waved his hands, all of which were extremely strong palms.

Mo Yun said with a "hew" and praised: "The palm is very high." One dial on the left, one dial on the right, one dial, and the next dial, and the four palms from Xiongfeng are pushed away. Hunyuan shouted and punched him straight down. Mo Yun threw the soft whip with his right hand and raised his head to block the sword, and the long sword could not be cut down.

The eight-step monk's arm felt slightly sore, but when he saw the whip flashing, it seemed that something poked into his left eye. At this moment, it was neither too late to stop nor to dodge. In the busy schedule, the long sword trembled, and it also rushed to Moyun's left eye, which turned out to hurt both sides.

This stick is almost a scoundrel, which is not a trick available for masters, but the "eight-step cicada-catching method" learned by the eight-step monk did not have such a trick, but when he was in crisis, he had no time to think about it, but he felt a slight pain in his left waist, and Mo Yun jumped away and avoided his sword.

The eight-step monk knew that his waist had been hit by his soft whip. Fortunately, he had to dodge his long stick, so the soft whip lost his head. Otherwise, he was afraid that he would be knocked over by his waist. In addition to terrified, the long stick would be like a storm, and the other party was not allowed to slowly fight back.

The three people on one side saw that the situation was wrong, with a flute and an iron fist, and Xiong Feng also came forward at the same time. The four masters in the world fought side by side. Even if there were thousands of troops and horses, they could not stop them, but Mo Yun threw a soft whip with one hand and inserted between the three people. He acted like electricity, and he was not defeated at all.

At this time, Shi Wei of the Emei faction stood unconsciously on the sidelines. Hunyuan was shocked and forgot to take action. His moves stopped and stared at the suddenly emerging beauty. Today's Emei faction is no longer the bald head of the previous dynasty, but a black hair, with flowers on his head and in white clothes, suddenly appeared. The field is like a fairy coming down to the earth. At this time, she stared at Hunyuan with her beautiful eyes wide, so that Hunyuan forgot to make a move.

Mo Yun saw the eight-step monk who whipped the whip to the side with such a secret smile, and the eight-step monk immediately raised his stick to block it. Come on, suddenly the soft whip quickly disguised to take the mixed brain.

At this time, Xiongfeng was far away from one side, but he could not get close to it, and the iron flute beggar was grinding how rotten the whip behind him, and it was difficult to pull out his hand to resist the eight-step monk who was preparing to resist the disguise.

It is close at hand and is destined to be ripe.

Shi Wei, who was on one side, had already lost his expression. What did Hunyuan guess from Shi Wei's expression?

The body without turning back suddenly fell down, which was a deadly hit to the ground. The whip was Hunyuan's brain. Hunyuan suddenly fell to the ground and dodged a move, but he fell to the ground in vain and suffered internal injury. His arm hit the stone and immediately shed blood. The trick of mixing yuan is to die and then live. But he finally escaped from death.