Sealing Sword Chapter 138: Wan the moon

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The Baidao people who returned to the aid came very quickly. The first group of people had already handed over to the group of dark visitors who had blocked the temple gate, just like a fierce crab swinging a pair of tongs to tear open the previously impenetrable cage.

The leakage of the house happened in the night rain. Seeing the arrival of Baidao reinforcements, a few secret guests guarding the temple gate immediately took the torch. They piled up sesame oil sprinkled firewood under the back wall of the gate in case it happened. As soon as the fire goes down, a wall of fire can be erected immediately. Those who come in will have to roll into burnt skin and rotten flesh in the sea of ​​fire unless they are extremely hardworking and have excellent internal strength.

However, at this chaotic moment, another small group of people came out of the temple, and it was Xuanying and the others. They were all monks and knights who stayed behind in the temple. Although they were caught off guard to prevent death and injury when the panic began, they still managed to take advantage of the chaos and turned into darkness, and they just met quietly under the eyelids of the buried soul palace. , Gathered into such a strange army to ambush here, and now seize the opportunity to cooperate inside and outside.

As soon as one torch was thrown out, Xuanying and a woman both managed to kill. He flicked the torch in one person's hand with a whistle, and shook his weapon away with another sword, and the woman who was with him bullied him closer. But seeing that she didn't have a sword in her hand, her waist was slender and soft. She supported her on the ground with one hand, her legs fell like scissors and clamped the man’s neck, and her waist folded and flicked, pulling up a big man like a carrot. , The neck bone made a "click" sound, and the person was no longer alive.

She exerted strength with her legs and threw the still warm corpse on the two secret visitors nearby. With the help of the palm of her hand, she fell back to Xuanying and stood still, shouting: "Outside My fellows! Come in quickly and watch out for them to set fire!"

There was a mess inside, and the Baidao people who were fighting outside heard this sound and immediately stepped up their actions. As soon as Chu Xiwei gestured towards Xuancheng, the whole person was like a fallen leaf rising in the wind, and in a blink of an eye he swept over the high wall. Before the person settled down, the sword had spun out.

Jinghong Knife is ingenious and flexible, taking the fast path of preemptive strike. As soon as he entered the battle circle behind the wall, a "transverse wave" swept out, and immediately there was blood in the throat. The blood flower hadn't splashed on the ground. Chu Xiwei's second knife "Baihong" had already shot, but seeing one arm holding a burning torch flying high, its owner hadn't recovered!

What a quick knife, what a powerful move, what a cruel hand!

Chu Xiwei was shocked with two swords, frightening both the enemy and us behind the wall. Fortunately, he was holding Ye Fusheng's face. Xuanying was relieved when she saw it, and she shouted: "Brother Ye ! Try to break the door!"

The firewood with oil spilled behind the door has been ignited, and the fire is growing rapidly, and now one person has risen high. Even if someone outside opens the temple door, it is difficult to enter for a while, not everyone All have such a light skill that they can easily climb over high walls.

With her eyes narrowed, Chu Xiwei held the handle of the knife with both hands, and handed her back to Xuanying and the others. Facing the wall of fire, she stepped forward suddenly, smashed into the fire with one effort, sparks splashed in her eyes! At the next moment, Chu Xiwei turned around with a knife, splitting the piled wood, and the flame disappeared and was scattered by the wind with his sword. The moment it splashed, it was burnt out in the wind and extinguished.

One hit was accomplished, but Chu Xiwei didn't want to fight here. He turned over and went up to the front roof, his eyes locked on the two people who were also standing on the roof. With her eyes narrowed, Chu Xiwei slid her right foot on the ridge of the roof, and instantly slid three feet out of it, and stepped on the flying eaves, like a bird hitting water across the river and lake, no longer had any chance to take a breather. The seemingly rootless duckweed was swept up by the strong wind, and in a blink of an eye it was on the wall of the martial arts field.

She covered an archer's mouth with a palm and crossed her throat with a knife. Chu Xiwei quickly cleared the archer on the wall, but she looked at Xueyao coldly.

In this look, the murderous aura of a thousand swords is contained in it, and he can't understand his hatred even if he is broken.

"It seems that you have offended him." Zhao Bingmo smiled, and glanced at Bu Xueyao, whose body was suddenly stiff, "If you don't leave yet, don't leave!"

Bu Xueyao's back was chilled by the look of "Ye Fusheng", and the next moment he thought that he had fallen into such a field because of his "you dream", new hatred and old hatred rolled up together, wishing to personally Peeling the other party's cramps, but again held back.

His eyes met Chu Xiwei's gaze sullenly, and he suddenly pulled away and flew back. Zhao Bingmo also flexed his fingers and blew a whistle in front of his lips. Several shadows rose from the ground under the wall, and followed Bu Xueyao. Away.

Chu Xiwei frowned and was about to chase him, and suddenly a cold moon cut his throat. He twisted his body every inch of the wall, and the long knife was held behind his back. With this turn, he just hit the scimitar and left out. The left hand fought Zhao Bing'e.

Through the opportunity to fight for such a moment, Zhao Bingmo chuckled lightly and said to him in a low voice: "Young man, anger will mess you up. If you want to kill him, it will not be too late to finish your work."

The two snorted at the same time, Chu Xiwei shook her hand away from the cold air in her palm, and looked at Zhao Bingmo coldly.

Consider the overall situation. Zhao Bingmo spoke beautifully under the guise, but it was a pity that Chu Xiwei didn't believe her a word.

This woman's heart and eyes are smaller than the tip of a needle, but the city is deeper than the sea. She cooperated with Baiguimen to figure out how to fight against each other, and the secret action design layout is also true. Although Chu Xiwei never believed her so-called frankness from the beginning, the two sides cooperated to get what they needed, but Zhao Bingmo's so far still made Chu Xiwei feel dangerous, and this sense of danger is not lower than He Lian Yu.

Thinking about it in my head, the men are not slow. In a blink of an eye, Chu Xiwei has already fought against Zhao Bingmo for five or six rounds. The two also flew from the wall back to the eaves, and the two swords intersected each other, leaving the remaining archers. It is difficult to target Chu Xiwei, so he can only return to his post and use arrows to kill the martial arts in the field.

When the blades reached each other, Zhao Bingmo approached again and hurriedly said in his ear: "I have managed to keep most of the'Sky Spider' in Bu Xueyao's hand, and none of them can survive."

Chu Xiwei heard the following scream, coldly said: "Since the enemy is tricked, why didn't you start the dark pile and start the counter-kill? If you cause such casualties, you will become a public enemy of the martial arts!"

"Hey. I am the left guardian of the Soul Burial Palace. If I don’t live and die, how can I be worthy of the reputation of the Soul Burial Palace’s piles of blood and bones?" Zhao Bingmo sneered, "You have to take the opportunity to let the Hundred Ghosts and The various factions in the Central Plains formed a ground network, and while further expanding their forces, they would deepen their roots, but I only have one purpose..."

Her words came to an abrupt end, and the two knives slammed into each other and backed away. Chu Xiwei could not hear the second half of her sentence, but from the seemingly calm eyes, she peeped out a suppressed to crazy smile .

He has a lot to say, but the current situation is hard to say a word, and he can only ask for clarity with the knife in his hand.

However, Zhao Bingmo is hard to talk, and so is the knife.

I don’t know if it’s because the "Sky Spider" is inconvenient to hide here, or if Zhao Bingmo didn't intend to keep his hands, when the scimitar came out again, it reflected the light of the dawn, but there was no warmth, and it was cold like a cold hook. Yue, in the blink of an eye, she was forced to Chu Xiwei's neck.

One sword breaks the clouds and opens the world, three swords divert the universe. The East and the West, Buddhism and Taoism, are one after another.

Chu Xiwei grew up in Baiguimen. Shen Wudu is his adoptive father and second master. His arrogant nature will naturally affect Chu Xiwei. In the mouth of the old master Shen, the mob under the world can throw more into the water than the crucian carp that crosses the river. There are not no heroes, but most of them are old. The only eight masters worthy of commendation.

Poyun disappeared for more than 30 years. The shocking hung was gone in a blink of an eye, the water was now annihilated, the host was also dead, the northern hero died early due to political involvement, and the southern Confucian scholar’s ​​blood was used to guard the wind city... the eight masters who were once famous After falling to the red dust one after another, although the descendants inherited his strength, in the end, Chu Xiwei had a sigh of incompetence and battle.

He is the master of the Hundred Ghosts, and the descendant of Shocking Sword. Regardless of whether he wants to admit it or not, Chu Xiwei has never forgotten the fascination when Gu Xiao told him about the eight masters, as well as his dream of fighting against the water, changing the moon, and recreating the legend of "three swords determine the universe". .

Because of this, after hearing about Gu Xiao’s death in Yedu and acquiring his "relic", Chu Xiwei went to Guyang City to find Xie Wuyi, thinking that one day he would be able to find the Three Sword Festival Sweeping the wasteland is worthy of the grievances between the two people, and only the debt that the person owes him, which must be paid off under Jiuquan.

However, Gu Xiao became Ye Fusheng, only one thing surpassed all the causal rewards that Chu Xiwei had planned, but he did not expect that after he had let go of this impulsive thought, he would actually have personally Opportunity to fight against the moon knife.

Xie Wuyi's knife resembles a stream of rivers, with a moment of majestic momentum, and a momentary gurgling force, seeking a change in strength; Ye Fusheng's knife is like a frightening eye, like a gust of wind, defeating thunder. , But it can be the first to control the enemy, but it can also take the lead later, the emphasis is on the precision and swiftness of the skill.

Zhao Bingmo’s knife is just as moody as she is. The knife trick implies the use of the cold moon in the sky, and the wind is strange and changeable-hook kill, rotate, click, sweep , Slashed, whirled... Chu Xiwei could no longer see her sword clearly, even Zhao Bingmo became a phantom like a butterfly wearing a flower, and the reality was uncertain, and several knives were empty, if it weren't for Chu Xiwei She has a superb body, I am afraid she has been stabbed three times and six holes.

She had a knife alone, and she was divided into twelve to surround Chu Xiwei at the moment of her move. Not only did she make a tricky move very quickly, but she was also very good at grasping the opportunities of the war, and she could judge Chu Xi based on her own moves. The method of micro-response, and then counterattack early, it is almost as a team of people using oneself apart. Judging from Chu Xiwei's eyes, if Zhao Bingmo was facing a group of people, she might have won with the help of her strength and dealing with bright spears and secret arrows.

Like Helianyu, an adversary who can't adopt a more-to-less method.

In my heart, Chu Xiwei is not anxious or impatient. The impulse and irritability that had been almost unspoken in the previous few months has almost completely faded, even if Zhao Bingmo's knife is strange and strange, it still doesn't mess up his position.

"Hundred rivers return to the sea, tolerance is great..."

Heart flashed in his mind, Chu Xiwei turned around in the shadow of the sword in the sky, and his clothes were torn apart by the dense blades, and his sword also shot against the trend, actually learning the same way Zhao Bingmo did. After hitting several knives in a row, every one took the slanting path, like flying flowers in the sky being knocked down by Xi Yu. At this moment, Zhao Bingmo's sword was stabilized, and then suddenly changed, it was a "thunder". Broke through.

Zhao Bingmo's pupils shrank, and the scimitar withdrew his hand to defend. According to her eyesight, she should be able to catch the knife just right, but the next moment she threw herself away.

Chu Xiwei's seemingly slow and fast knife has already pierced her body. If it weren't for Zhao Bingmo to retreat quickly, it wouldn't be as simple as getting a point into the flesh.

The blood drenched on the blue shirt, it didn’t hurt much, but Zhao Bingmo hadn’t been forced to this point for a long time—Chu Xiwei was able to pierce a bit of injury in her heart. Can have a chance to pass her through!

As soon as the palm of the hand touched the wound, the wind blew back slightly, and Zhao Bingmo was shocked to realize that he was in a cold sweat.

Chu Xiwei didn't take advantage of the victory and pursue it. He didn't want to, but couldn't.

A thin hand stretched out from the back and firmly grasped his knife-holding hand. It didn't seem to be grasping very tightly, but it was like a backlog in a thousand bell stones.

With such internal power, there is only one person in the world.

The blind old monk did not know when he was here. He stopped Chu Xiwei's movements, turned his head in the direction of Zhao Bingmo, and whispered: "Donor Zhao, enough."