Hearing that a master approached, Chang Lewen was moved: "Master, was it Elder Mu brought people here?" When they received the message from Fei Ge, they had already learned that the leader would send someone to help him, and it was time to calculate carefully.

He Tieyi was about to speak, but the pressure suddenly increased, and the shadow of the stick was like a mountain, and he hit him down. He stretched his left arm to protect the key points of the upper plate. His right fist rushed out of his waist and eyes, and a trick "black tiger to draw his heart" and hit the opponent's heart without any tricks. This straight punch seemed slow and fast, breaking the distance between the two with a momentum of destruction. The fist wind condensed but did not dissipate, and all fell on Yi Hui. The bullying opponent was seriously injured and his skills were greatly reduced. It was determined by head-on and head-on to see which side could gain the upper hand.

Yi Hui felt a lot of grief when he heard that the visitor might be from the Qinglong Society. If two more masters come together with He Tieyi and others, there is no possibility of winning in his current state. He can only try to weaken the opponent's strength before the opponent's reinforcements arrive. He has no choice but to attack He Tieyi, and he is caught off guard. However, although He Tieyi was a little distracted, his vigilance has not diminished at all. This move has an attack in the defense and the rules are rigorous, so he does not give him a chance to take advantage of it.

He Tieyi's iron fist is extremely powerful. If he avoids it, he will undoubtedly tell the other party that his skill loss is severe and he dare not fight head-on. If he forcefully takes action, such powerful fist power will probably not make him look ugly on the spot. And Mosen and Chang Lewen are not ordinary people, and they also use their unique moves to attack and cooperate skillfully.

Yi Hui's thoughts flashed, and the long stick fell rapidly, and the bang hit He Tieyi's arm. He Tieyi's left arm suddenly hurt his heart and spleen, and the muscles of the whole arm were almost numb. The place where the stick blocked was as hot as a fracture, and the right fist did not fall but rose instead, and when the chest hit him.

Yi Hui flew up his feet, kicked him with a kick, and was pushed by the force of the fist. He flew backward like a projectile, and was hitting Chang Lewen who was swinging his gun forward.

Mosen shouted loudly, "Be careful!" He crossed his palms and hit the enemy horizontally from the side. There was a flash in front of him, and the enemy's long stick poked his throat, and the stick was hurt when he blew his face. He hurriedly hid his head and neck, closed his palms inward, clamped the head of the long stick, and pulled it into his arms. Unexpectedly, Yi Hui suddenly let go and did not snatch the long stick with him. The force of Mosen's pulling back was not balanced with external force, and all returned to himself, and his face was swollen and red.

Yi Hui cleverly abandoned the stick, causing Mosen's interception to fade, and his body kept casting. In the blink of an eye, he came to Chang Lewen. Chang Lewen shook slightly, slid to the left side of his opponent, and stabbed him quickly. Yi Hui did not have the long stick to protect him, panic and stretched out his left palm and grabbed the gun body. Chang Lewen sneered, and the short gun suddenly sank halfway through, tricking the opponent into defending and stabbing him on the shoulder.

Chang Lewen felt the short spear penetrated deep into the opponent's body, and he was secretly happy. Yi Hui's body turned around, and his right palm was silently printed. A huge force penetrated into his chest. Chang Lewen screamed, and his body flew five or six feet away. The blood and heat sprayed out of his mouth seemed to have been heated by high temperature and evaporated in an instant.

"Chimang Gong! Why do you know this skill?" He Tieyi screamed in surprise, his face full of surprise.

Yi Hui had a smile on his face, and there was a faint sarcasm in his eyes: "Yi is just a gift to Buddha with flowers. He Dunzhu's unique martial arts are indeed amazing!"

He Tieyi suddenly realized that Yi Hui had just taken a punch, and the punching force was trapped in his body. He had to be seriously injured, but he transferred the punching force to Chang Lewen in time, allowing Chang Lewen to bear the power of the Chiyang force. In this way, he could not only avoid internal injuries, but also kill the opponent, which was a killing of two birds with one stone. After figuring out the reason, He Tieyi was in a state of grief and indignation. Unexpectedly, his unique skill took the life of his brother. He roared and took a big step forward. His fists were as fast as a meteor, blasting out at the key parts of the opponent. Red light lingered on the fists, as if wrapped in flames, and his energy was swallowed and sucked, which was very terrifying.

Hu Xiaomao was sad when he saw Chang Lewen's death in his palm. He remembered his words, actions, voice and appearance in the lobby of the branch. Subconsciously touched the three secret books in his arms, and tears flowed down disobediently. He had not been in contact with the people in the Qinglong Society for a long time, but he felt that Chang Lewen treated him as kind as his nephew, and others valued him quite seriously. Although he had only met one time, they passed on the most precious martial arts technique to him. How could he repay this kindness? Seeing that the Qinglong Society masters were killed one after another, they began to hate Yi Hui, wishing that he would fall down forever in the next moment. Unfortunately, he did not understand martial arts, otherwise he would have to help He Tieyi and others with his strength.

Yi Hui was willing to lure and kill Chang Lewen with the cost of his own injury. The injury in his body further aggravated and was supported by the steel-like will to barely stand. Although he successfully transferred the Chiyang force out just now, his meridians were still damaged, and his left leg was almost unable to exert force. The weight of his body fell on his right leg, which exposed obvious flaws on the lower plate, and he lost a long stick that was worthy of his hand, which reduced his combat power. Now a short gun is still inserted on his left shoulder, and the pain in his heart hit his brain, making him unable to calm down and think.

At this time, He Tieyi came from the front and Mosen danced his fists and palms from the right. Two hot winds seemed to be about to dry the water in his body, and it blew violently, tearing his clothes.

Yi Hui instinctively inhaled and retreated to avoid the enemy's edge. He grabbed the short spear on his shoulder with his right hand and pulled it out. Blood splattered, and the severe pain almost opened his mouth and exhaled. The handle of the right pistol immediately turned around and hit seven acupoints around the wound to stop the bleeding trend of the wound. Although he moved quickly, He Tieyi's fists were not slow, and when he closed the acupoints of the wound, he hit his chest.

Yi Hui stabbed out his short spear and pointed his opponent's fists.

With a muffled sound, the energy was fierce. The short spear in Yi Hui's hand was knocked away, and the body of the spear was bent into a bow shape, drawing a graceful arc and falling into the river.

At the same time, Mosen's palms were windy and slapped quickly. Yi Hui was about to take action, but He Tieyi's fists shook, and he hit the vital point up and down, as fast as thunder, making him unable to stop him. Yi Hui lamented in his heart that two fists could not match four hands, and the two evils were balanced and chose the least, and he could only block the enemy's fist first.

Mosen was about to hit his opponent with his palms, and suddenly a shout sounded: "Watch less with more, what kind of hero!" At the same time, a sword light was like a flying geese from the sky, pointing directly at Mosen's fatal point, using the strategy of surrounding Wei and saving Zhao. The sword energy was fierce and it was terrified. The person who took action was obviously a master of swordsmanship, not a reinforcement that the Qinglong Society had been looking forward to.

With the sword energy as he reached his body, Mosen's face changed slightly, and the key part was pointed at by a long sword. If he ignored it, it would be the end of blood splashing for five steps. He immediately put his palm back and stepped back, and his palm was like a knife, slashing towards the opponent's right wrist meridian. The opponent's body shook, and the sword light in front of him suddenly became strong, as if a storm was storm, weaving a sword net as it was under his head.

Mosen hurriedly resisted the opponent's drastic sword moves, and stepped back continuously, retreating thirteen steps. The sword light suddenly stopped, and the opponent returned to the sword and entered the sheath, standing proudly. Mosen was shocked and looked down. He looked down and saw that his clothes were cut into seven or eight holes. The cold night wind was poured in. Although there was no mirror, he knew that his image was extremely embarrassed at this time. He was shocked and angry. He looked up at the opponent, and saw that the person who had just drawn the sword had a short figure, with a back. The broad-blade sword has dark skin, a Chinese-shaped face with thick eyebrows and wide mouth, nostrils facing the sky, and his eyes are like copper bells. He is about the age of thirties, and he is a bit arrogant and aggressive. The companion behind him is a little older, but the waist is a long sword, with long hands and feet, thin face, and a cold temperament between his eyebrows and eyes, with deep eyes. He doesn't frown slightly when he sees corpses all over the ground, as if he has seen too many bloody scenes.

He Tieyi and Yi Hui stopped tacitly and jumped away, each looking at the two uninvited guests.

He Tieyi clasped his fists and said, "He Tieyi is here in the Qinglong meeting. He is very clumsy and has a very good face. I wonder which sect master they are? The two of them come here late at night, how can they ask for advice?"

The short swordsman glanced at him and said, "Are you He Tieyi, who is widely rumored by the martial arts world in Jiangnan? I heard that your Chiyang skills are domineering and powerful, and few people have rivals. I have long admired them for a long time." However, there was no respect in his expression, and it was obviously a fight.

He Tieyi was unhappy: "That was a friend in the martial arts world who loved him. He just luckily made a name for himself. I see that you are handsome and have extraordinary temperament. I must be famous in the martial arts world. Haven't you asked for the name of the surname? "

The man slapped the Kuojian behind him and shouted: "You can't even recognize my signature Kuojian from Taishan Sect? I am Yuan Zhongyi of Taishan!" He pointed his companion behind him sideways, "He is the third hero Yin Tianyun, among the Hengshan Sect's 'Hengshan Seven Swords'!"

He Tieyi, Yi Hui, and Mo Sen's faces were all shocked. Yuan Zhongyi was nicknamed "Pili Sword". He was like a fire and was the top five masters of the Taishan Sect. The "Hengshan Seven Swords" are well-known in the Jiangnan area. They have countless chivalrous and righteous deeds. They are the leaders of the Jiangnan martial arts world. Yin Tianyun's swordsmanship is unquestionable. Did these two swordsmans pass by by chance or have ulterior motives?

He Tieyi and Mosen looked at each other, feeling uneasy and foreshadowed that something big was wrong. Yuan and Yin were the heroes of Bai Dao and Yi Hui were fellow travelers. If they helped Yi Hui, this action would not only be achieved without anything, but would also end up being wiped out. If they were also fighting for the things in Yi Hui's arms, it would have evolved into a tripartite struggle, and the situation became more and more complicated and unpredictable. However, the people who came to the meeting were still missing, and they were called Tiantian and the ground was not effective, which was really anxious.

Yi Hui smiled bitterly, Yuan and Yin were definitely not passing by by chance, 99% came to seize treasures. Before the Qinglong Association master retreated, two more opponents with high martial arts skills were added, and he could not resist them at all with his current state. Judging from the three-party strength analysis, Yuan and Yin were the strongest, followed by Qinglong Association, and he was undoubtedly the weakest. Do you still have to give the things you got to others?

Yin Tianyun, who had not spoken, said loudly: "I have something important to do with Yuan Daxia, so I traveled all night long. Unexpectedly, I heard the sound of a fight from afar and was curious for a moment. Come and see what happened." His eyes swept around, "Who knew that seeing so many people corpses in the wilderness, can the helm leader explain it?"

He Tieyi snorted coldly: "This is my Qinglong Society, and it seems that there is no need to inform the Hengshan Sect! As the saying goes, everyone will clean up the snow in front of the door and don't worry about the frost on others. It is better not to interfere in this kind of gang dispute. Otherwise, there will be endless trouble in the future. The head of the sect may blame the two for meddling in other people's business!" The words implicitly threatened, hoping that they can retreat.

Yin Tianyun shook his head: "He is such a bad word! People in the martial arts world are naturally in charge of the affairs of the martial arts world, and there are many disciples of the Beggars' Sect who were killed. Of course, they have to ask clearly. If they meet the leader Xiao of the Beggars' Sect in the future, they can also give an explanation." The Beggars' Sect's clothes are very special, and there is no other family section in the martial arts world. It is easy to distinguish the corpses on the ground. There are broken limbs and broken blades everywhere on the scene. You can imagine how fierce the battle situation between the two sides was just now. Hengshan Sect and the Beggars' Sect belong to the Baidao Gang, so he naturally had to stand on the side of the Beggars' Sect.

He Tieyi's heart sank. It turns out that those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come. Although Yin Tianyun's words were polite and polite, he would immediately draw his sword to face him and stand up for the Beggars' Sect. He asked himself that he had no confidence in defeating the other party and had a brain teaser. How should he resolve the current unfavorable situation?

Yuan Zhongyi suddenly pointed at Yi Hui and said in surprise: "You, why are you hanging eight sacks?! You are the eight sack disciple of the Beggars' Sect!" He didn't look closely just now, but he found that Yi Hui was young and had eight sacks hanging on his body. It was really rare, so he couldn't help but exclaim.

Yi Hui clasped his fists and said, "Yi Hui from the Beggars' Sect, today he is destined to meet two heroes. He is lucky to have three lives! He was ambushed by Jianyang when he passed by Jianyang and was seriously injured. He still needs to rely on the two heroes to help tonight." He is the only eight-bag disciple of the young generation of the Beggars' Sect. With the experience of Yuan and Yin in the martial arts world, it is impossible for him to hide his identity. He simply admitted it openly and honestly and unceremoniously requested their help, and test the other party's attitude.

Yuan and Yin were moved at the same time: "So you are Yi Hui!" Yi Hui is one of the most outstanding white masters in the martial arts world in recent years. He is so popular that he even surpasses the leaders of many famous sects. If we are purely in terms of reputation, Yuan Zhongyi and Yin Tianyun are even worse than him.

Yuan Zhongyi saw that he was covered in blood and mud, and was in a mess. He stood there shakingly, and there was no such thing as a master. He couldn't help but look down on him a little bit. He laughed and said, "It's rumored that Brother Yi is a superb figure who has met once in 50 years in the Beggars' Sect. When he saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary and different from the vulgarity!"

Yi Hui's expression remained unchanged and said: "Thank you, Yuan Daxia, for your praise. Yi can't afford it. Yuan Daxia killed seven evil spirits with one sword by the Yellow River. Feng Rukuang, a master of the Demon Sect, was in the supreme battle with Huangshan. No one in the martial arts world knows such heroic deeds. Taishan sent a master like Yuan Daxia, which is really the word "famous and upright." How could he not hear the sarcasm in the other party's words, but now he is seriously injured. If he turns against Yuan Zhongyi again, it would be unwise to do so. He can only wear a few more high hats on the other party, hoping that he can drive away the Qinglong Club masters so that he can survive this disaster.

Yuan Zhongyi grinned and said, "Where, where! These are old things. Why should Elder Yi keep it on his lips? Don't make people laugh." The killing of the seven evil spirits on the bank of the Yellow River and the battle between Feng Rukuang on the battlefield of Huangshan was the two most proud things in his life. The former defeated the more with fewer, while the latter defeated the strong with weak. It was also called a classic battle back then. It was passed down from the entire martial arts world and established his current status. Yi Hui mentioned these two things, which made him feel very proud, and he was actually very proud in his heart. When he looked at Yi Hui again, he felt much more pleasing.

Yin Tianyun interrupted and said, "Elder Yi seems to be in serious condition. He has brought his own healing medicine. I wonder if he can help?"

Yi Hui was overjoyed: "I heard that the 'Nine-Turn Life-Sustaining Pill' of Hengshan Sect has a significant effect and its function is resurrected. Yi was shameless and asked Yin Sanxia to give me a pill. The Beggars' Sect will thank you very much in the future!"

He Tieyi saw that the two sides became more and more speculative as they were talking. If they were asked to join forces, his side would soon suffer. In desperation, he took the risk of asking: "The two heroes were rushing late at night. Do you know if they were going to Qingmeiling, northern Fujian?"

Yuan Zhongyi and Yin Tianyun exchanged a look and looked solemn. Yin Tianyun put the medicine bottle he took back in his arms. Yi Hui secretly called out terrible and moved his footsteps quietly.

Yuan Zhongyi frowned and asked, "Why did the helm leader inquire about our whereabouts for no reason?"

Seeing this, He Tieyi was confident and said, "If the destination of both of you is Qingmeiling, He advised you not to go, so as not to waste time."

"What do you mean?"

"Mr. He just received a message saying that a fierce fight occurred on Qingmeiling last night, and all thirteen people, including the masters of the Taishan Sect, were killed."

Yuan Zhongyi glared and reached out to hold the sword behind her back. He said one by one: "Are you saying that both of my junior brothers have been killed? Who made the poisonous move?!" His true energy was bloated all over, and a raging fire shot out from his eyes, and an invisible murderous aura forced the audience.

He Tieyi was shocked. This little man was indeed well-known. He only saw his aura and his skills were superior to his own. He raised his hand and pointed at Yi Hui: "That man is far away in the sky, close to him!"

Yuan Zhongyi turned his head and stared at Yi Hui fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Is the one named Yi doing a good thing?" His murderous intent was revealed in his eyes, and the long sword whispered restlessly in the scabbard, eager to drink the enemy's blood.
Chapter completed!