Chapter 145: Hold the moon

The Bai Dao people who were returning came very quickly. The first group of people had already dealt with the group of secret guests who blocked the temple gate. It was like a fierce crab waving a pair of pliers to tear the original imprisoned cage into a big mouth.
The house leaked in the middle of the night and saw the Badao reinforcements coming. Several assassins who guarded the gate of the temple immediately took the torches. They just piled firewood with sesame oil under the wall behind the door in case of this fire. If you go down, you will immediately ignite a wall of fire. People who come in will have to roll into the sea of ​​fire unless they are extremely capable and have excellent internal strength.
However, at this chaotic moment, a small team of horses were killed from the temple, and it was Xuanying and others who were heading. They were all monks and participating warriors who stayed in the monastery. Although the start of the panic was too sudden to prevent death and injuries, they still took advantage of the chaos to turn into darkness, and they quietly joined under the eyes of the dark pile of the burial palace. , Gathered together such an amazing army ambush here, and now seize the opportunity to meet outside.
As soon as the torch was thrown out, Xuanying and a woman both killed them. He flicked the dust and caught the torch in one's hand, and another sword slammed his sword, and the women who walked with him approached him. But seeing that she had no sword in her hand, her waist was slender and soft, and she supported it on the ground with one hand. Her legs were like a pair of scissors. She clipped the man's neck, and her waist turned and shook her. She pulled up a big man like a radish. The neck bone made a "click" sound, and the person was no longer alive.
She exerted force on her legs and threw the still warm body on the two hackers on the side. The palm of the ground took advantage of the beat, and the man fell back to Xuanying to stand still and shouted, "The same way outside!" Come in quickly, beware of their arson! "
There was a mess inside, and the Bai Dao people who were fighting outside heard the sound and immediately stepped up. When Chu Xiwei gestured to Xuancheng, the whole person seemed to fall from the wind and flew across the high wall in a blink of an eye. Before the person settled, the knife had spun out.
Jinghong's knife technique is ingenious and flexible. He took the preemptive and rapid path. When he first entered the war circle behind the wall, he swept through a "shear wave", and at that time, there was blood in his throat. The blood flower has not been splashed on the ground, Chu Xiwei's second knife "Bai Hong" has already shot, but seeing an arm flying high with a burning torch, its owner has not yet recovered!
A quick knife, a good move, a hard hand!
Chu Xiwei's two frightened swords shocked both the enemy and ours behind the wall. Fortunately, he was wearing Ye Fusheng's face. Xuan Ying was relieved at first glance and said, "Brother Ye! Try to break the door!" ! "
The firewood pile with oil spilled behind the door has been ignited, and the fire is growing fast, and now one person has risen to the height. Even if the outsider opens the temple door, it will be difficult to enter for a while, not everyone has this. A light skill can easily overturn a high wall.
Eyes narrowed, Chu Xiwei held the knife handle with both hands, and gave Xuanying their backs, facing the wall of fire, and suddenly stepped forward, slicing into the fire with a knife, sparks splashing in the blink of an eye! At the next moment, Chu Xiwei took a turn and turned back, splitting the firewood that had accumulated underneath. The flame was lost and he was blown away by the wind of his sword again, and there would be no less than the wind burning out in the wind.
Once hit, Chu Xiwei didn't want to fight here. He turned over and went up to the ridge in front of him. His eyes were as far away as electricity and locked two people who were also standing on the roof. Eyes narrowed, Chu Xiwei's right foot slipped on the roof ridge, and immediately slipped three feet, stepped on the eaves that flew, like birds flying over the rivers and lakes, without any chance to breathe, people The seemingly non-rooted duckweed was swept by the strong wind, and in a blink of an eye came to the wall of Yanwuchang.
Covering the mouth of an archer with a palm, a knife crossed the throat, Chu Xiwei quickly cleared the archer on the wall, but his eyes looked coldly at Xue Xueyao.
At this glance, the murderous spirit of thousands of swords is contained in it, and the crushing of bones and bones does not solve his hatred.
"It seems that you offended him." Zhao Bingmo smiled and glanced at Xue Xueyao's suddenly stiff body. "Don't leave before you leave!"
Bu Xueyao was chilled by "Ye Fusheng", thinking at the next moment that he fell into such a field because of his "Yu Meng", and the new hatred and the old hatred rolled together. Peeling the skin, but could hold back again.
He glanced at Chu Xiwei's gaze, and suddenly withdrew and flew back. Zhao Bingmo also whistled in front of his lips, and several shadows rose from the wall to the ground, followed by Xue Xue away.
Chu Xiwei's brows were about to chase, and Leng Buding cut a throat from a cold moon. He twisted his body around the wall, and his long sword fell to his back. With this turn, he just turned against the scimitar, leaving his left hand and Zhao The ice moth squeezed hard.
With such a moment of opportunity, Zhao Bingmo laughed softly and lowered his voice to him: "Young man, anger will make you messed up, and he will wait to finish things before he is killed."
The two groaned at the same time, Chu Xiwei shook his hand to disperse the chill in his palm, and looked at Zhao Bingmo coldly.
Take care of the overall situation. Zhao Bingmo's pretense is beautiful, but it is a pity that Chu Xiwei didn't believe her.
This woman's mind is smaller than the tip of the needle, but the city is deeper than the sea. She cooperates with the Baiguimen to calculate that she is not fake, and the layout of the secret movement is also true. Although Chu Xiwei had n’t believed her so-called candidness since the beginning, and the cooperation between the two sides required each other, Zhao Bingmo ’s approach so far still made Chu Xiwei feel dangerous, and this sense of danger is not lower than that of He. Lian Yu.
Thinking in his head, his men were not slow. In a blink of an eye, Chu Xiwei had already fought against Zhao Bingmo for five or six rounds. The two also flew from the wall back to the eaves. The two knives intersect each other, making it difficult for the remaining archers to aim. Chu Xiwei could only return to his post and force the martial arts people in the field with arrows.
When the blades were in contact, Zhao Bingmo approached again, and hurriedly said in his ear: "Bu Xueyao's" Sky Spider ", I have managed to leave most of them here, and none of them can stay alive."
Chu Xiwei heard the following screams and said in a cold voice: "Since the enemy is tempted, why don't you start the secret pile and start the counter-attack? If you cause such casualties, you will become a public enemy of martial arts!"
"Oh. I'm the left guard of the Soul Palace. If you don't kill thousands of people, how can you deserve the reputation of the blood and bones of the Soul Palace?" Zhao Bingmo sneered. "You have to take the opportunity to let the Baiguimen and the Central Plains factions. Forming a ground net, while further expanding the power, the root system is deeper, but I have only one purpose ... "
Her words came to an abrupt halt, and the two knives crashed and closed back one by one. Chu Xiwei didn't hear her second sentence, but peeped into the crazy smile from the seemingly calm eyes.
He has a lot of words to say, but the current situation is hard to say, and he can only ask a clear question with the knife in his hand.
However, Zhao Bingmo is not good at talking, and so is the knife.
I do n’t know if it ’s because of the inconvenience of
Sky Spider
, or Zhao Bingmo did n’t intend to keep his hand. When the scimitar appeared, it reflected the morning light of Chen Xi, but he did n’t feel warm. Forced to Chu Xi's side of the neck.
One sword breaks through the clouds, and three swords divide the world. Eastern and Western Buddhism and Taoism are in succession.
Chu Xiwei grew up in the Hundred Ghost Gates, Shen Wuduan is his righteous father and second master, and his arrogant nature will naturally affect Chu Xiwei. In the mouth of Master Shen Laomen, the crowd of Wuhe people in the world can be thrown into the water more than the crucian carp. The heroes are not without them, but most of them are ancient. The only ones worth commending are the eight masters.
After more than 30 years of breaking the clouds, Jianghong disappeared, the water is now obliterated, and the host has died, the northern heroes died in politics, the blood of the former moon of the Southern Confucianist guarded the wind city ... The famous eight masters fell down one after another Hong Chen, although there are descendants inheriting his style, in the end let Chu Xiwei have a sigh of incompetence and one.
He is the master of the Hundred Ghosts and the successor of Jinghong Dao. Regardless of whether he wants to admit it in these years, Chu Xiwei has never forgotten Gu Xiao ’s fascination when he talked to him about the eight masters, as well as the desire to fight the water cutoff and save the moon, and reproduce the dream of "Three Knifes Set the World". .
Because of this, Chu Xiwei went to the ancient city of Yang to find Xie Wuyi after Ye Du heard about Gu Xiao ’s death and got his
relic
. , Can also be regarded as worthy of the grievances between the two, only the debt owed to him by the man, and Jiuquan also had to pay off.
However, things turned out to be wrong, Gu Xiao became Ye Fusheng, only this thing was better than 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 could actually fight against the moon. The chance of a knife.
Xie Wuyi's knife is like a small stream of rivers and rivers. It was once majestic and destructive. At the same time, the gurgling force was endless. It was a change of light and heavy strength. Ye Fusheng's knife was like a shocking eye. Enemies can be defeated later, and the precision is quick and fast.
Zhao Bingmo's knife is as moody as her person, and the knife tricks implicitly use the cold moon and the sky, and the wind and the wind is short and strange-the killing, rotating, clicking, sweeping, diagonally splitting , Maneuvering ... Chu Xiwei can't see her knife clearly, even Zhao Bingmo has become a phantom of wearing a flower and a butterfly. Uncertainty and reality, several knives have been thrown empty, if Chu Xiwei has passed I am afraid that she has been stabbed three times and six holes.
She had a knife alone, and at the moment she shot, she was divided into twelve groups to surround Chu Xiwei. Not only did she move tricks very quickly, but she was also very good at grasping fighters. She could judge Chu Xiwei according to her own moves. Law, so as to make counterattacks early, and simply disassembled himself as a team of people in use. From the perspective of Chu Xiwei, if Zhao Bingmo is against a group of people, she may have won by using force and circling around in the guns and arrows.
An enemy like Helian Yu, who cannot take the many-to-many method.
With emotion in his heart, Chu Xiwei was not anxious and impatient. The impulse that almost overflowed his words in the past few months was almost irritable, and now he has almost completely faded. Even if Zhao Bingmo's knife is strange, he still does not mess up his position.
"Hundreds of rivers return to the sea, with great capacity ..."
The mind and law flashed in his mind, Chu Xiwei turned around in the shadow of the sky, his coat was cut by the dense blade, and his knife also shot against the trend, even learning the number of Zhao Bing Moth's way. Sword, every record goes the way of slanting, it seems that the flying flowers are hit by Xi Yu. At this moment, he stabilized the stance of Zhao Bing Mo, and then suddenly changed his move. Out.
Zhao Bingmo's pupil shrank, and the machete withdrew her hand and returned to defense. According to her eyesight, she should be able to catch the knife, but at the next moment it was empty.
Chu Xiwei's seemingly slow and quick knife has penetrated her body. If Zhao Bingmo was not retreating fast, it wouldn't be as simple as getting into the meat.
Blood smashed on the blue shirt, but it didn't hurt much, but Zhao Bingmo hadn't been forced to this point in a long time-Chu Xiwei could get a wound in her heart and have a chance Pass her through!
With the palm of his hand vacant, he pressed the wound, and the wind blew slightly behind him, and Zhao Bingmo realized that he had a cold sweat.
Chu Xiwei didn't chase after the victory, not because he didn't want it, but couldn't.
A thin hand stretched out from the back, firmly holding his hand holding the knife. It didn't seem to grasp very tightly, but it couldn't move as if it was piled up in the gap between the thousand stone.
With such an internal force, there is only one person under the sky.
The blind veteran monk didn't know when he got here. He stopped Chu Xiwei's movements and turned his head in the direction of Zhao Bingmo. He whispered: "Zhao Shizhu, enough."