The Mist Hidden Clan?!

At this time, Xia Qingsong was also tense and his eyes were staring at Wu Yin Piaoxue!

Xia Qingsong still knows the Fog Hidden Clan very well.

What the Wuyin clan is best at is assassination.

Moreover, most of the Wuxiu tribe are proficient in fog escape techniques.

If you are not careful, you will die under the sword of the Wuyin clan.

And the Wuyin Piaoxue in front of you is the leader of the Wuyin clan, this generation.

Thinking back then, the Wuyin clan was coming in full force and wanted to challenge the southern immortals and northern Buddhas.

What a pity!

Lost all the money!

Under the pressure of the Nanxian, the Wuyin clan had to make a bloody oath that he would never enter China forever!

But now, the Wuyin clan not only violated the oath, but also wanted to destroy the Wudang Sect!

Xia Qingsong shook the Taoist robe on his body and said with a gloomy face: "Mist Yin Piaoxue, have you forgotten your promise back then?!"

"pledge?"

Wu Yin Piaoxue snorted and said coldly: "Nan Xian is dead, so the promise will naturally be invalid!"

Brush brush.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw black afterimages disappearing from the spot.

When Wu Yin Piaoxue appeared again, he saw that he had already swung his sword to Xia Qingsong's chest.

Seeing this, Xia Qingsong hurriedly waved his sword and said, "Five Thunder Heavenly Sound Palm!"

Pop.

Just as he heard a series of cracks, he saw the samurai sword in Wu Yin Piaoxue's hand, which was instantly shattered by Xia Qingsong's palm force.

Then!

Xia Qingsong waved his palm and shook Wu Yin Piaoxue!

What is shocking is that the fog is filled with snow that turns into a cloud of air fog.

soon!

I saw the mist spreading around like waves!

In just a blink of an eye, I saw that the area of ​​ten meters was covered with fog!

Xia Jiuniu, who was fighting Ye Qingtian, changed his face slightly and said nervously: "Be careful, this is the ice fog technique of the Wuyin clan. With the fog escape technique, you can move freely in the fog!"

But!

Still one step late!

With just a few "puff puff puff" sounds, Xia Qingsong was stabbed in the back for more than ten consecutive times!

At this time, Xia Qingsong also looked frightened. In the cold fog, his perception ability decreased significantly, and he could only perceive a radius of five meters at most!

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk sect, thirty years Hedong, thirty years Hexi, it's my turn to be the leader of the Wuyin clan!" As he said that, a black shadow fell in the air and slashed at Xia Qingsong's neck.

brush!

Suddenly, Xia Qingsong used the Wudang Ladder Yunzong and instantly rose up to the ground, avoiding the attack of Wuyin Piaoxue!

What a pity!

Before Xia Qingsong could land, a white figure was seen swaying his palm and slashing towards Xia Qingsong's face!

Knock.

Xia Qingsong's heart trembled and cursed angrily: "Jiang Liuchuan, you traitor?"

"Hmph, there is nothing to say about success, king, defeat, bandit!" Jiang Liuchuan also smiled coldly at this time.

Bang!

Just a muffled sound came out, and Xia Qingsong's body flew towards the ground quickly!

Wu Yin Piaoxue raised her head slightly, smiled with a stern face and said, "Hehe, Master Xia, goodbye forever!"

Puff puff.

Two gusts of blood were spewed out, and Xia Qingsong's kneecap was injured by a samurai sword.

Then!

I saw Xia Qingsong's body fall heavily to the ground!

Looking at Wu Yin Piaoxue again, he waved his swords and stabbed Xia Qingsong hard in the chest.

Obviously!

The fog is hidden in the snow, just want Xia Qingsong’s life!

"stop!"

"Save his life!"

Zhang Taixi, who was watching the battle, also changed his face slightly, and hurriedly used the star-picking technique to block the fallen samurai sword.

Click!

Click!

Just as two cracks were heard, the samurai swords in Wu Yin Piaoxue's hand were broken and opened!

Wu Yin Piaoxue cursed angrily: "Baga, Zhang Taixi, what do you mean?"

"Haha, Wu Yinjun, don't worry!" At this moment, Zhang Taixi carried the sword and walked forward step by step, saying as he walked: "As far as I know, the Wudang Sect has an underground palace, and only the heads of all generations know how to open it, so Xia Qingsong cannot die yet!"

No wonder!

This Zhang Taixi will save Xia Qingsong!

Xia Qingsong's eyes were red and he cursed angrily: "Even if you die, you can't get involved..."

Bang bang bang.

Before Xia Qingsong could bite his tongue and commit suicide, he saw several black chess pieces hitting the acupuncture point on his chest.

At this time, Zhang Taixi couldn't help but sweat. It was so dangerous. If Jiang Liuchuan hadn't taken action in time, Xia Qingsong would have bitten his tongue and committed suicide.

At that time, all previous efforts will be wasted.

Jiang Liuchuan put away the chessboard and smiled gloomyly, "Haha, Xia Jiuniu, why not stop quickly!"

"Jiang Liuchuan!" At this time, Xia Jiuniu also shouted angrily, used the Wudang Tiyunzong and attacked Jiang Liuchuan.

Boom.

Just by hearing the sound of breaking through the air, Xia Jiuniu's body condensed into fist shadows.

Jiang Liuchuan's face changed drastically: "No, this martial arts madman is going to fight to the death!"

Squirt.

Squirt.

Wu Yin Piaoxue pulled out two samurai swords again, stared at Xia Jiuniu in the air and said, "This person must die!"

Zhang Taixi smiled contemptuously and said, "Haha, how can he survive if I take action?"

"Xia Jiuniu, die!" As he spoke, Ye Qingtian controlled the golden sword energy and slashed towards Xia Jiuniu's back.

At this time, Xia Jiuniu had only one idea, which was to kill Jiang Liuchuan.

This person!

Betray the Wudang Sect!

Must die!

Zhang Taixi's face changed slightly and she exclaimed: "No! Mr. Wuyin, don't go forward!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

Just as I heard the explosions coming out, I saw the force of fists attacking Jiang Liuchuan on the ground like raindrops!

At this time, Jiang Liuchuan had no choice but to block the chessboard in front of his chest!

With a "bang", the chessboard on Jiang Liuchuan's chest was instantly smashed by Xia Jiuniu's right fist!

Looking at Jiang Liuchuan again, his whole body was in a bow shape and flew backwards quickly, with a trace of blood hanging on the corner of his mouth!

Puchi!
To be continued...