He Tieyi and Mosen looked at each other, and there was no reason to retreat at the last minute. What's more, after paying such a heavy price, if the task cannot be completed, what face do they have to meet the people in the gang?

He Tieyi made a decisive railway: "My Jianyang branch has come out tonight, and everyone is determined to die, so they never thought of going back alive! We are also determined to win this book of Miji and will never give in! Yuan Zhongyi, it is not difficult for you to get it, you have to ask He whether he agrees with his fists."

Yuan Zhongyi said with confidence: "Since that's the case, then we will fight to the death to see who will win!" The dragon and tiger fight, and the strong are respected. This is the unchanging truth that has been passed down for thousands of years.

He Tieyi was not willing to be outdone: "What's wrong with fighting to the death? I'm afraid that you, Taishan Sect, don't have the capital to place bets. But now things are still in Yi Hui's hands. If our two families fought to the death and let him escape with treasure, wouldn't it be a mess to fight and get a bargain for nothing?"

There are many gang churches in the martial arts world today. The Shaolin of Baidao, Wudang, Beggars of the Behind, Qinglong Society of the Underworld, the Demon Sect, the World Association, the Underworld of the Evil Sect, and the Baiyun Sect are among the best. They all have many masters and are powerful all over the world. Although the Taishan Sect is one of the seven sword sects, it is more content in the shore of the East China Sea. Compared with the above gang sects, it is still inferior in prestige and is not in the eyes of the Qinglong Society.

Yuan Zhongyi's face turned pale: "Who is your surname, what do you think you are? You dare to insult my Taishan faction! The big thing is important now, so I won't bother with you for the time being. One day I will make you regret it! Everyone pushes open the skylight and speaks with gaze. Of course, it's true that you can win the king and defeat the enemy. Do you have a better proposal?" He was also worried that Yi Hui would find an opportunity to take advantage of the situation and cannot take Miji. Therefore, he endured his anger and saw what the other party had.

He Tieyi said: "My proposal is very simple. You and I will first join forces to snatch the magical skills, and then we will decide the winner based on our strength. What do you think?" I thought to myself, when my master comes, I will see how long you can be rampant!

Yuan Zhongyi's eyes were turned. If he did it according to his proposal, at least theoretically, his side would be more than 50% sure to win Miji. If Yi Hui escaped with treasure and found the protection of the Beggars' Sect masters, it would be difficult to win Miji again! Moreover, there were only two people left here in Qinglong's meeting, and their strength was obviously not as good as theirs. Even if both sides fought fairly, they would not be the final winner! The more they thought about it, the more confident they were, but they felt strange in their hearts. Could it be that He Tieyi's other chips for treasure hunting had not been revealed? Otherwise, how could he make this proposal? Observe He Tieyi's expression carefully, but he did not find anything unusual.

The two of them stared at each other with big eyes, each with ulterior motives, but they were silent on the surface.

Seeing that they had a tendency to reach a tacit understanding, Yi Hui couldn't help but feel anxious. He suddenly raised his hand and flew towards He Tieyi with an oil cloth. He knew very well that if the two sides joined forces to seize the book, he would not be able to stop a single move, so he decisively threw out the "Nine Yang Divine Arts" in his hand. As the saying goes, the fisherman will benefit from the fight between cranes and clams. If he doesn't interfere for the time being, he will be a fisherman.

Yi Hui's actions were beyond everyone's expectations. He was willing to give up such a precious Miji easily! Everyone's thoughts were that if it were him, he would rather die than hand over the magical power.

He Tieyi was overjoyed. This time, it was really a pie that fell from the sky! As long as Mi Ji got his hands, he immediately tried to leave the place and return to the town. He used various mechanisms in the branch to secretly escape the entanglement of powerful enemies and complete the tasks assigned by his superiors. He jumped high, his five fingers were like hooks, and grabbed Mi Ji. Mosen was very alert, and his palms came out together, attacking Yuan Zhongyi and Yin Tianyun from the air, trying to stop them from coming and fighting.

Yuan Zhongyi was also not slow to react. When he saw Yi Hui throwing out the scriptures, he kicked his feet, and the man rushed over like a roc spreading his wings. Before the person arrived, a dazzling light of light flew towards He Tieyi's wrist. He came too fast, and Mosen's palm power barely hit the phantom left behind him, and could not stop him for a moment.

He Tieyi's fingertips just touched the edge of the wrapping, and felt the sword energy was biting. The hair on his arms stood upside down. He hurriedly shrank his hand. The sword light was dazzling and pointed towards his eyes. He stretched out his two fingers and quickly bounced the sword body. Suddenly, the sword light spiraled. The sword body gently held the oil cloth wrap, and he spitted it secretly, and picked it towards Yuan Zhongyi. These changes were very clever. If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a heavy giant sword could make a light change like an embroidered needle. At the critical moment, Yuan Zhongyi's sword technique was at its limit, for fear that he would keep it a little and take advantage of the opponent.

He Tieyi saw that the fat meat that had already been snatched away by the other party, and furiously rushed forward with the eagle claw in his left hand, locked the opponent's right wrist holding the sword, turned into a fist with his right hand, and hit the dead hole in his chest, and used his own way to cure the person's body, so that Yuan Zhongyi would not let the person get Miji smoothly. "Nine Yang Divine Arts" is of great importance and involves the great cause of revitalization of the gang. No matter what, you have to grab it.

Seeing that the punch was extremely fierce, Yuan Zhongyi felt awe-inspiring and did not dare to joke about his life. He didn't care about Miji flying in front of him. The sword quickly withdrew, grabbed the tip of the sword with his other hand and blocked the iron fist that was hit by his chest.

Bang! He Tieyi hit the sword's spine with a punch, and both of them were shocked, and they couldn't help but sink their feet to the ground. Yuan Zhongyi grabbed the tip of the sword and stumbled backwards. The sword suddenly turned into a bow shape, and then loosened his left hand. The tip of the sword suddenly popped out, stabbing forward with a lightning speed and penetrated into He Tieyi's right chest.

The tip of the sword pierced the skin, and He Tieyi's chest muscles suddenly collapsed, minimizing the depth of the enemy's sword piercing. At the same time, his clothes were bulging and relieved the strength of the sword piercing. His waist was spinning sideways, shifting the center of gravity to the forefoot, kicking the ground, and using force to knock out an elbow hammer. He fought with his opponent in close combat. However, the middle sword was bleeding and he was still very injured.

At the same time, Yin Tianyun used Hengshan Sword Technique and had already fought with Mosen. Hengshan Sword Technique took a light and steep path. The sword was like a green snake, advancing and retreating like the wind, changing, and always unexpectedly attacking the blind spots of the opponent's defense. But the sword light was full, like a ball of rapid rolling silver balls, wrapped around two figures, either left or right, up or down, fighting hard to distinguish. Yi Hui secretly praised the enemy's secret skills. Although Mosen's martial arts were actually comparable to the famous Hengshan Swords, it was really intriguing!

The book Miji, which everyone coveted in the world, was suddenly unsuccessful and fell to the ground.

Hu Xiaomao couldn't help but scream when he saw He Tieyi stabbed in the chest by a sword. The place he was hiding was far away from the battlefield, and he couldn't hear what Yi Hui and others were saying, but he vaguely guessed what they were fighting for. There were so many people who died in the Qinglong Club, and he really didn't want to see He Tieyi again, and Mosen followed their footsteps. At this moment, Yi Hui glanced in his direction intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, which scared his neck and his heart was rising and falling, and he secretly begged the Bodhisattva for blessings and not to be pulled out.

He Tieyi knew that his opponent's swordsmanship was great and he was good at attacking hard and fighting, so he used short-term skills such as grabbing hands, splitting muscles and bones, and fought with Yuan Zhongyi in close combat. The two of them kicked and buckled within a range of about three feet, stepped on their elbows and foot, and broke off their moves when they touched them. Anyone who was slightly slower would break their muscles and bones. The battle situation was very dangerous. The giant sword in Yuan Zhongyi's hand could not exert its power at all in such melee battles, but would become his The more he was dragged down, he became more and more angry. Seeing that He Tieyi had hooked the sword with his left hand, and poked the two fingers of his right hand "two dragons playing with beads" and the sword was upright to protect the vital points of the face. He Tieyi was in a wrong body, sealed the angle of the opponent's elbow with his left hand, and clenched his fist and hit the key points of the opponent's vest. Yuan Zhongyi did not dismantle the killing moves according to the common sense, and his legs bent slightly, and suddenly rushed forward with a short body. He was not tall at first, so He Tieyi fell down with a punch and hit his back shoulder.

Yuan Zhongyi shook his body slightly, and in the blink of an eye, he quickly turned around and pointed his sword at his opponent, his hair and hair were opened, and a trace of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. He was so angry that he was extremely calm. He held the sword in both hands and raised it up slowly. The sword body was like iron casting, and there was no shaking and trembling. The increasingly powerful murderous aura condensed on the sword, causing the temperature around him to drop sharply.

He Tieyi was secretly shocked when he saw him escape to the periphery and won enough space to draw the sword. If he had enough time to accumulate momentum, how could he block this must-kill sword? A glance at the corner of his eyes, Mosen was in a tough battle and could not come to support for a momentum and could only rely on himself. Before the opponent launched an attack, he shouted and stepped forward, and his fist rushed over like a meteor to the moon, slamming him.

Yuan Zhongyi took a deep breath, suddenly jumped high into the air, raised his sword with both hands, exhaled and slashed, and slashed straight down with one sword. The sword light suddenly rose like a stunning rainbow, tearing apart the night sky, and it seemed that only He Tieyi was left in the world facing the thunderous attack. Although the fist wind was fierce, it was like a dragonfly shaking a tree, scattering and overflowing under the impact of the sword energy. This sword was clever and abandoned any changes, and slashed with incomparable strength and speed, and was unstoppable. He Tieyi's moves changed rapidly and went to the side.

But when the sword light hung upside down like a training, he pointed to He Tieyi's vital points. No matter how he moved and dodged, the cold sword energy was like a maggot in the bones, and it could not be removed. Experts fought with each other, and once one of his aura was taken away, it would be a lasting end. He Tieyi also knew that retreating was not a way, but since he was at a disadvantage, he wanted to get rid of the disadvantage unless a miracle happened, and he bit his teeth and stopped and yelled.

The sword flashed and hit the head.

The figure suddenly merged and split, and a series of powerful sounds burst out. As the sword light fell, an arm flew up. He Tieyi's left arm was broken with shoulder-length shoulders, his face was pale, and a thin blood mark appeared on his forehead, oozing countless blood beads, dripping along the bridge of his nose. Yuan Zhongyi's ribs were broken several times, and he leaned on the ground with his sword, and blood kept gushing out from the corners of his mouth.

The two were seven feet apart, silently confronting each other, with their eyes clashing loudly. He Tieyi's eyes gradually darkened, his feet suddenly became soft, his body leaned back, and he fell heavily to the ground. After all, he could not block the sword that must be killed, and was split into the skull by the sword energy and died on the spot.

Hu Xiaomao was heartbroken, and his teeth bit his lower lip hard, and he did not dare to make a sound, and he burst into tears. He was quite dissatisfied with Hu Fugui's cowardice and incompetence since he was a child. As a father, he did not fulfill his responsibilities at all and was really not worthy of being a father. After meeting He Tieyi, although he was unable to formally become a disciple, He Tieyi's brave and majestic image had replaced Hu Fugui and became the incarnation of his father. Now he witnessed He Tieyi's murder, and the huge waves of grief roared in his heart, almost breaking through his chest. If he had a knife in his hand, he really wanted to go down and fight with Yuan Zhongyi.

"The Lord!"

Mosen cried out with a sad cry, and the power from somewhere suddenly burst out, forcing Yin Tianyun to retreat, flew several feet wide, and slapped Yuan Zhongyi's forehead with both palms, why did Tieyi avenge? Yuan Zhongyi suppressed his internal injuries, lifted up his sword and swept his opponent in the waist. Mosen pressed the sword with one palm, flew up in the air with both feet, kicked over with both feet, completely desperate.

Yuan Zhongyi suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood mist in the sky flew away, swaying to avoid the enemy's attack. Mosen's face numb, the smell of blood came to his nose, and was hit by the blood beads spurted out by the opponent. He kicked into the empty space with his feet. He looked out of his eyes and couldn't see the figure of the enemy clearly. Before he could wipe the blood stains on his face, he suddenly felt a chill on his waist and a long sword pierced straight in, almost passing through his body.

Mosen had a backhand and hit the opponent's chest with a slap. Yuan Zhongyi staggered backwards in pain, pulled out the sword in his hand, and blood gushed in Mosen's wound, and the person also fell to the ground, seeing that he could not survive.

Yuan Zhongyi killed two powerful enemies in a row. Although he was seriously injured, his complacent and joy could not be described in his heart. If you know He Tieyi, Mosen is both a famous master in the world. He was killed by his sword in one battle tonight. If it is spread to the world in the future, it will definitely increase his fame. Maybe he can enter the famous list of celebrities in the world, become a famous figure, and make the Taishan Sword Technique famous all over the world. When he thinks of his joy, he can't help but caress the sword and laugh, and coughs continuously.

Yin Tianyun returned to the sword and entered the sheath, rushed to his side, and asked with concern: "Sir Yuan, how are your injuries?"

Yuan Zhongyi said: "What a little bit of injury!" Seeing Miji fall on the mud in front of him, he bent down without hesitation and grabbed it in his hand. He was inexplicably ecstatic, as if he had seen the bright future. At this moment, a cold palm quietly slapped his vest and printed it on the dead hole. Yuan Zhongyi screamed with a loud scream, and his sword took off his hand and vomited blood. A figure followed up like a ghost, raised his hand and hit him hard.

Now that he became a elbow, Yi Hui was stunned and watched Yuan Zhongyi get hit twice and feel the slightest.

Hu Xiaomao was surprised and happy. Unexpectedly, Yuan Zhongyi was retribution so soon. If he hadn't been worried about revealing his traces, he would immediately applaud and cheer.

Yuan Zhongyi fell from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye, curled up in a ball like cold, and his eyebrows and eyes were quickly covered by a thin layer of white frost. His face was gray, and he could no longer see Zhuoran's spirit of fighting the two masters just now. He wriggled his lips with difficulty, gritting his teeth and said, "Yin Tianyun, you, you despicable villain, actually fired a cold arrow behind your back. I will not let you go even if I am a ghost!"

Yin Tianyun said coldly: "Yuan Daxia, we are just people who meet by chance. We belong to different sects. Why do you think I will not compete with you for the magical power of Miji? You don't have to blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame, you blame you for being too easily trusting others!"

Yuan Zhongyi said: "Taishan, Hengshan originally belonged to the seven major sword sects, and good fortune and good fortune are shared. You betrayed the alliance and killed me today. The other six major sword sects will not spare you Hengshan sect easily!"

Yin Tianyun said, "Haha, do you think I will use the Hengshan Sect's kung fu to kill you? I am not so stupid yet. After you die, no one can find out that you died under my Hengshan Sect, so you can go with peace of mind!" His kung fu to kill Yuan Zhongyi was very strange. It was not the authentic mental method of Hengshan Sect, but rather evil kung fu like Xuanbing Palm.

Yuan Zhongyi was froze by his strange palm force and hissed, "You, you deliberately let the Qinglong Society come over just now, right?" When she was dying, she suddenly realized that Yin Tianyun had clearly preserved her strength and deliberately tied with her opponent. Otherwise, with Yin Tianyun's martial arts, how could she not be able to deal with Mosen?!

Yin Tianyun smiled slightly: "Yes, I deliberately let him go so that you can defeat both sides. In this way, I will be more confident."

Yuan Zhongyi was furious and shouted: "I'm so angry!" He sprayed a few mouthfuls of blood, his limbs twitched, and he was still silent, holding Miji firmly in his hand. Yin Tianyun was afraid that he was pretending to be dead, so he drew his sword and chopped it on him.

Yi Hui couldn't bear it anymore and said sternly: "Stop! Yin Tianyun, you are a vain to call yourself a hero. Everyone is dead. Do you still want to kill his body? The Hengshan lineage has actually produced an inhuman disciple like you. It is really a shame in the sect!"

Yin Tianyun browed and cold murderous aura ejaculated, "Yi Hui, I respect you as a character, but what you insulted me is another matter! Haha, do you think you can meddle in other people's business if you take a pill and your skills are slightly restored? I honestly tell you that what you took is not the "Nine-Turn Life-Sustaining Pill", but the "Lu Jin Zhuang Bone Pill". It can stimulate the potential in your body, but the effect is only one hour. After one hour, you will be beaten back to your original form, even worse than before taking the medicine!"

Yi Hui took a breath of air conditioning and said angrily: "Yin Tianyun, you are so despicable!"

Yin Tianyun was not angry, and his sword light vomited slightly, and said with a slight smile: "Elder Yi wants to scold, just scold him a few more, otherwise there will be no chance!"

Yi Hui felt a chill in his heart. It seemed that Yin Tianyun wanted to kill someone to silence him. Unexpectedly, he had been circulating in the world for many years, punishing evil and eliminating evil, and being a hero, and eventually he would die at the hands of the hero Bai Dao. How could fortune make people so much? He was filled with emotion and couldn't explain what it felt. With his current state, even if he wanted to escape, he would be powerless, so he would just fight to the death! He roared, danced his long stick, and pounced on him.
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