Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Hurting Siblings and Feet

When he saw it, he couldn't help tearing his eyes, roared fiercely, and swung his sword forward. Wu and Zhen sealed the frame with their horizontal swords, and there was a loud "Qiang", they joined forces to attack and defend, and Xie Jinyin was forced to take a step back. Xie Jinyin shouted: "Go away!" The sword was handed over to his left hand, the sharpness was like quicksilver pouring down the ground, Hu Hu made three strikes. Xie Jinyin changed the sword from his right hand to the sword with his left hand. This move completely violated the rules of kendo, but it was a series of strange moves.Concerned about his younger brother's safety, he struck three swords in one breath, with extremely fierce momentum, the strong wind whizzed from the tip of the sword, and an invisible murderous aura gushed out.

Wu Xiaoqiu bears the brunt of the attack, he feels a chill in his guts, he feels fear, he slows down his palm movement a little bit, Zhen Dingyuan suddenly finds it difficult to cooperate. This is just a matter of a flash, Xie Jinyin is such a master of martial arts, he has seized this rare opportunity, with a flash of the long sword, a piece of sword light is like a flash of lightning, rolling out from the center, carrying a strange "Woo" "Woo" screamed. The fierceness of the momentum is really appalling. However, Wu and Zhen are not weak, just when Xie Jinyin broke through the center, Zhen Dingyuan's long sword was flying, and he attacked fifteen vital points on Xie Jinyin's chest without asking questions.The point pointed by the sword tip didn't have the slightest deviation in the acupoints. He sneered and said: "Your surname is Xie, you recognize it!"

Xie Jinyin turned a deaf ear, raised the long sword in his hand, and stretched out the cold light suddenly, and made another move from an unbelievable direction... Immediately afterwards, the strong wind shook, and the body floated out. Immediately there were three more people gathered around, Xie Jinyin took a closer look, but it was Di Yifei and Nuantu, Bakingtu who were dressed in strange clothes. He shouted loudly and said, "Get out of the way!" The body suddenly turned over, two swords to the left and one sword to the right. After a sound of weapons clashing, Xie Jinyin was already out of the encirclement.

He strode up to Xie Jinzhang's side, looked carefully, and saw that Xie Jinzhang was completely intact, but he couldn't close his eyes, and he couldn't help feeling confused. Xie Jinzhang suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Brother, I can't do it anymore...you...take care of yourself..." Having said that, Xie Jinzhang has gradually closed his eyes again. Xie Jinyin shouted: "Second brother, second brother... you stand up..." His voice gradually became hoarse. Looking at Xie Jinzhang's motionless body, he suddenly felt a pang of sorrow in his heart. He felt that it was entirely his fault that his second brother ended up like this.

Since he became a professional swordsman, he has made enemies everywhere. In the martial arts, no matter the underworld or the white way, everyone regards him as a scourge and wants to get rid of it. No one has ever been willing to forgive him, only brother Xie Jinzhang knows him best. In the battle of Cuihu, Xie Jinyin survived a catastrophe. He had been in the dark for a while, but he still had to continue to avoid the ruthless pursuit of his enemies and enemies. Although Xie Jinzhang disapproved of Brother Nai's behavior in his early years, he never betrayed him, and shared good and bad with him for twenty years.

Now even this only family member is about to leave him. Xie Jinyin shouted in a hoarse voice: "Second brother..." An icy voice said: "Xie Jinyin, you will be of use to conjure up your younger brother's soul, you should prepare to collect his body for him." Xie Jinyin raised his head, and saw that Moyun hand was standing five steps away, sneering at him, sometimes cracking a sneer, with a domineering and complacent expression. In an instant, Xie Jinyin felt the blood rushing up all over his body, grief, indignation, shock and anger were mixed in his chest, and he couldn't think about anything.

This generation of swordsmen has lost the calmness of the past, and his opponents want him to do the same. Mo Yun said formally: "It's just...you took Brother Ling's body, who will take yours?" Xie Jinyin gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Our business is not over!" Mo Yun smiled slyly and said: "You, surnamed Xie, can stand up to the few of us with your virtue and strength? Needless to say, these few people, the old man alone is enough to deal with you, just as easy as dealing with your younger brother. " These words were extremely harsh, and he did not forget to mention Xie Jinzhang's death, clearly intending to touch Xie Jinyin's hidden pain and arouse his resentment.

Not to mention Xie Jinyin, even a boy of three feet can see his intentions clearly. It is precisely because Xie Jinyin is famously born with a heart of stone, never once frowned for life and death, and was even more emotionally moved. Zhao Manglan was heartbroken that her husband Qiao Rushan was killed on the bamboo boat on the Green Lake that day. , once angrily accused him of being mean and ruthless, and ignorant of human nature and emotions. At that time, Xie Jinyin treated him calmly on the surface, but there was a great turmoil in his heart. Finally, today, when he saw his second brother killed, his long-buried emotions broke out.

Once this kind of emotion is out of control, it will greatly affect the display of skills when fighting. Mo Yunshou has spotted this weakness and is taking advantage of it. Xie Jinyin stared at Mo Yun's hands with anger, and said: "My brother's martial arts, I know the most clearly, even if he will be defeated by your axe, it will be a matter of thousands of strokes, and he will never be defeated like that Miserable, what kind of evil work did you use?" Mo Yunshou changed the topic and said: "Stop talking nonsense, you can make a move." Xie Jinyin swung the sword in his hand, and was about to draw it out, but immediately lowered it slowly.

Mo Yunshou sneered and said, "What? Are you afraid to do anything?" Xie Jinyin held back his breath and did not make a sound. Zhen Dingyuan on the side also sneered and said: "Unexpectedly, the world-renowned swordsman Xie would also be terrified. If you dare not make a move, you can just kneel down and beg for mercy. The old man may be merciful and let you die ..." Xie Jinyin's tongue burst into spring thunder, and he shouted: "Shut up!" Eyes opened, revealing an incomparably fierce murderous intent, the moment Zhen Dingyuan caught his sight, unexpectedly felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and really stopped talking.

Xie Jinyin said word by word in a deep voice: "Your surname Zhen, you have gone too far! As long as a certain family has breath, you will never be allowed to be so rampant!" The words were sonorous and powerful, exactly the same as when he drew the sword, exuding a forceful aura, which made the opponent feel that it was difficult to deal with it. Sure enough, Zhen Dingyuan was dumbfounded and forgot to refute for a moment. Xie Jinyin turned to Mo Yun and said: "Before you start, a certain family still has a question for you to answer..." Mo Yun said with his hands: "Is it about your younger brother again?" Xie Jinyin said: "Just now I checked my younger brother's body and found that there was no injury on his body. It can be seen that he was definitely not injured by your giant axe. Is he still hopeless?" Mo Yun smiled sinisterly and said, "Didn't I say that I want you to prepare to collect his body?" Xie Jinyin said: "That's your one-sided opinion..." Mo Yun sighed secretly in his heart, even though the other party was furious, he still planned so thoughtfully, if it were someone else in such a situation, I'm afraid he would have done his best to do it first. He deliberately said indifferently: "Xie, you might as well give up. When your precious brother fought, his mind was completely under the control of the old man. Although he dodged the giant axe, he was hit by the other palm of the old man. , even if the Da Luo Immortal is reborn, there is no salvation." Xie Jinyin said: "I expected that my younger brother must have other considerations, otherwise how could he be taken advantage of by you?" Mo Yun said: "That's right, Brother Ling discovered something when he was doing it, and his mind was shaken. It's no wonder he was there. No one has ever been able to remain calm and calm after seeing something..." Xie Jinyin was stunned and said, "What is that thing?" Mo Yun smiled and said, "My surname is Xie, have you forgotten your husband's other nickname?" Xie Jinyin said: "Master Ghost Axe? Could it be..." Mo Yun flicked his fingers to send out a signal, and two figures came slowly from a distance. The one on the right was full of fat and fat, with a bloated figure, and the one on the left was thinner, but bald.Undoubtedly, these two people are Ghost Axe Sect Summoning Souls, Two Demons Nine Bald Summoning Souls and Nether Sea Summoning Souls. Mo Yun said: "Jiutu, Minghai, everything is arranged?" Ming Hai Zhaohun showed an indescribable evil smile, and said: "It's done, just wait for the commander to give an order..." Xie Jinyin's heart was shocked, and he thought to himself: "This handsome ghost ax has a lot of tricks. Could it be that he has other arrangements here?" Mo Yun nodded with his hands, and Minghai Zhaohun and Jiutu Zhaohun looked at each other, with their long hair loose, they sat cross-legged on the ground and exhaled.After a long while, the nine-bald evocative danced and began to dance around in circles. But seeing his ferocious face, waving his hands and dancing around the circle, he looks like a ghost, and when he "shh" and "shh" exhale, he looks even more gloomy and ghostly. Xie Jinyin suddenly felt very irritable for no reason. He tried his best not to look at the strange shape of the two soul-calling demons, and frowned: "Mo Yunshou, what mystery are you messing with? Take my sword first!" Swinging the sword, murderous Cover the opponent. Mo Yun said: "Brother Xie, can't wait to do it?" The big ax in his hand didn't make a frontal stand, and stepped on his feet backwards, and quickly retreated to the left. Xie Jinyin saw that the opponent retreated without fighting, and couldn't guess his intention for a while. He didn't have time to worry about it, he leaped up and flew towards the sky like lightning and the wind, the sword light flashed, and he pointed at Moyunshou's left shoulder.Moyun's hand ax was like a whirlwind, with a half-arc stroke, flatly blocking the attack of a sword. Under Xie Jinyin's swift and fierce offensive, only senior masters like Mo Yunshou could do it in the whole world. Suddenly heard a strange voice saying: "But da da da hiss..." All of a sudden, there was a dark wind blowing all around, and there was a black shadow on the barren tomb. Xie Jinyin turned his eyes in a lazy way, and couldn't help but gasped. On the dark mass grave, more than a dozen dead bodies with different appearances appeared at the same time. Each face was as flat as paper, with shriveled skin, and a large black ax was stuck in his hand. The bleak moonlight reflected on the body of the dead body, reflecting a bleak and terrifying grayish-white color, making it even more phantom and haunting. Suddenly, a strange hiss sounded from the crowd of dead bodies, the sound was dull and annoying. Mo Yunshou said gloomyly: "It's nice to see the King of Hades, but the devil's ax is hard to deal with... Are you still going to stop?" Xie Jinyin's eyes were straightened, and he really stopped with his sword. Mo Yun said with a sly smile: "Even though your Xie family brothers are heroes, you still have to fall under the hands of the old man. Hey! Hey!" Zhen Dingyuan said: "While he is unconscious, the commander-in-chief will strike quickly..." Mo Yun held back his laughter, raised his giant axe, and smashed it down on Xie Jinyin's head. With a loud "clang", Mo Yun hit Xie Jinyin's long sword with an axe, and "Teng" each took two steps back... Mo Yunshou's shock was no small matter, he fixed his eyes on Xie Jinyin, with a suspicious look on his face. Xie Jinyin sneered and said: "The general's tricks are nothing more than that, a certain family has learned from it." Mo Yun said coldly with his hands: "That's enough to show that you are brilliant, the surname is Xie, you will see the extraordinary kung fu of the Ghost Axe..." As they spoke and made a gesture, the two soul-calling demons continued to chant the incantation, and dozens of dead bodies around them suddenly jumped forward, and there was a faint green light flashing between the pale fingers. Xie Jinyin said in a deep voice: "Mo Yunshou, don't you dare to fight against a certain family with real swords and guns, and insist on using such strange kung fu?" Mo Yun said with his hands: "Anyway, you are already dead tonight. What is the difference between dying at the hands of an old man and dying at the hands of a corpse?" With a wave of his hand, a dead body approached first, and the big ax in his hand was raised flat against Xie Jinyin's face, and his body was also very stiff. Xie Jinyin held his breath and waited calmly, the sword was placed flat on his chest, he could swing it out at any time, naturally he didn't make a move, as soon as he made a move, he must be sure to cut the dead body in half. But facing this dead body that cannot be resisted by human beings, he didn't even have the slightest grasp. After waiting for a long time, the ax fell from the dead body's hand. Xie Jinyin was very surprised, he raised his eyes and saw that the big ax in the dead body's hand was stagnant in mid-air, and somehow his body was frozen.Looking at the two soul-calling demons, they have also stopped chanting mantras. Just at this moment, tens of feet away to the right, there was a sudden crisp sound of wooden fish. The sound of the wooden fish knocked seven times in a row, the sound was not high, but it was extremely clear, and what was even more strange was that there seemed to be an indescribable magical power in the sound. The clear and crisp voice makes people feel clean and indifferent at Lingtai. Mo Yunshou's expression was uncertain, and he said solemnly: "Which expert from Shaolin Temple has arrived?" Looking everywhere, a person's figure is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and he is about to come over. Xie Jinyin raised his eyes subconsciously, but saw that the man was a monk, about fifty years old, wearing a yellow cassock, holding a black wooden fish in his arms, it was the monk in yellow that he met on the streets of Ghost Town! With a slight movement in his mind, he thought: "This monk has clearly left the ghost town, but turned back. I don't know if he is following me?" The monk in yellow came close and shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." The sound was like the sudden ringing of a giant bell, which condensed in the air for a long time. Mo Yunshou's expression changed slightly, and he said: "Sure enough, he has some knowledge, what is the role of the official in Shaolin Temple, Master without trial?" The monk in yellow said: "The benefactor is wrong, the poor monk is not from Shaolin Temple." Mo Yun was taken aback for a moment, and said, "But where does the master live?" The yellow-clothed monk said: "The poor monk has always lived in no fixed place. He travels in all directions, and the four seas are his home." Turning around and bowing to Xie Jinyin Jishou, he said: "This benefactor, we have met again." Xie Jinyin shrugged and said, "Buddha cloud is destined, that's probably why." The monk in yellow said: "Forgive me for talking too much again, the benefactor's face is full of hidden worries, and his brows are full of bad luck. It seems that something happened recently, but the benefactor is safe and sound..." His eyes fell on Xie Jinzhang who was lying on the ground, and said: "The person who dares to lie on the ground is the relative or friend of the benefactor?" Xie Jinyin looked sad, and said: "It was the brother of a certain family who was killed and died not long ago. The monk in yellow bent down, touched Xie Jinzhang's chest, and looked at his wrist. When faced with a serious problem, he began to say after a while: "Not yet dead...but not far from death..." Mo Yunshou laughed and said: "Where did the master come from, the Mongolian doctor? I have never heard that if I got hit by the old man's palm, I can still save my life." The monk in yellow smiled slightly and did not refute. Although Xie Jinyin was suspicious, he had a glimmer of hope, and said: "Master is really good at Qihuang?" The monk in yellow said: "The benefactor just now said it was right. It is hopeless to break the palm force on my younger brother's body, but when he hit the palm, it seems that he squeezed the force to close the giant. The potential is gone. It's something very human can do, but at this moment, my brother's pulse is not broken, and if he can be cured, there may be a chance of life." Xie Jinyin bowed to the ground and said, "How about asking Master to help?" The monk in yellow waved his hand and said, "No, no." Xie Jinyin was stunned for a while, and said: "A certain family has never begged others in their life. Today, for the sake of sacrificing my brother's life, I made an exception to beg the master. Don't tell me you are dying?" The monk in yellow showed no mercy, and said: "It's not that the poor monk refuses to agree, but in fact I don't have the ability. If the cure doesn't work out, maybe I won't be able to save people. Instead, I'll miss their chance, and I'll miss the poor monk's original wish. " Mo Yun said with a sly smile: "The old man only said that the master really has the ability to return the soul, hehe, but it turned out to be so sour that he talked a lot, and he said it as if he didn't say it..." The monk in yellow said: "Otherwise, as far as the poor monk knows, there is someone who may be able to bring this dying benefactor back to life..." Xie Jinyin asked hurriedly: "Who is this person?" The monk in yellow said solemnly: "Saint of Xiangchuan." Xie Jinyin's expression changed suddenly, and he was silent for a while. Noticing the change in his expression, Mo Yunshou clapped his hands and said, "Interesting, it's really interesting. Monk, you can't say who you are, but you want to involve the saint of Xiangchuan. According to the old man, Xie Daxia would rather sit and watch his younger brother." I'm discouraged, and I don't want to ask for something from the saint, am I right? Hey! Hey..." While talking, he gave Zhen Dingyuan a wink, and the latter took advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, and quietly moved forward a few steps, and quickly kicked Xie Jinzhang's neck. Xie Jinyin glanced at him and roared, "Old fox dare you!" A sword struck straight out, but because he was standing the farthest away from Zhen Dingyuan, the sword was thrown out in a hurry, and it had no effect at all... It was too late to say it, but it was soon, when I suddenly heard the yellow-clothed monk yelling: "Let me be merciful..." With the sound of drinking, his sleeves flicked out, and the sleeve wind rushed out, Zhen Dingyuan only thought that this strike would be successful, but he didn't expect that Cheng Yaojin would come out halfway, but at the moment he felt a little suffocated and staggered back. The monk in yellow said: "Heaven has the virtue of caring for life, and the benefactor should never be thrown into trouble..." Zhen Dingyuan's nature is gloomy and gloomy, even though he didn't succeed in every move, he didn't panic, the general's face darkened, he looked at the monk in yellow and said, "Monk, you are already a clay bodhisattva crossing the river, why do you want to intervene in this?" The monk in yellow smiled faintly and ignored it. Mo Yun turned Jingtong in his hand and said, "I haven't asked Master how to address him yet?" The monk in yellow said: "Don't dare, the poor monk has a dream." All the people present frowned when they heard the monk in yellow self-reported his Dharma name. The word "Yimeng" not only sounded strange, but it could be said that it had never been spread in Jianghu. However, the ghost axe and soul-calling demons recognized this yellow-clothed monk, Yimeng, who was the old abbot of the temple when the two of them went to Xie Guangling Temple to practice evil skills, but Yimeng changed into a cassock , and under the misty night, they couldn't recognize each other for a while.Jiutu Zhaohu couldn't hold his breath the most, and immediately shouted: "Marshal, we have seen this bald donkey before!" Mo Yun asked, "Where is it?" Jiutu summoned his soul and said: "A few months ago, Lao Hai and we passed by Huangling, went down to Guangling Temple, and practiced Ghost Axe Kungfu, but this monk interfered..." Mo Yunshou nodded, and said to Yimeng: "Master, accept the move..." At this time, his words fell to the ground, and with a shake of his iron fist, he threw the big ax under the cover of Yimeng. Yimeng felt that his head was covered with dense ax nets, and the shadow of the ax was full of strength, but he did not show the slightest sign of panic, he swung his sleeves steadily and made two moves against Mo Yunshou. Xie Jinyin was taken aback when he saw this, and said silently in his heart: "Liuyun Feishou! Liuyun Feishou! This is the authentic Shaolin technique!" Mo Yun took the ax back suddenly, and shouted: "Liuyun Feixiu! Monk, do you dare to say that he is not from Shaolin Temple?" Yimeng said leisurely: "The benefactor is mistaken, the poor monk said earlier that he is just a wandering monk." Xie Jinyin was greatly surprised, and thought: "The monks don't tell lies, that Liuyun Feixiu is the only Shaolin secret skill that has not been handed down to the martial arts by the ancestor Bodhidharma, and what this monk uses is Liuyun Feixiu. It can’t be wrong, but he flatly denied that he has anything to do with Shaolin, what is his origin.” Mo Yun said with his hands: "It's fine if the master refuses to admit that he came from Shaolin, anyway, you can't leave here alive today!" Yimeng said: "No doubt the benefactor will do this, if you don't want to take my life, then the poor monk will be surprised." Mo Yun pondered for a while, and said: "Okay, if the old man doesn't take your life, how will you repay it?" Yimeng was stunned for a while, and said: "I'm afraid this statement is not the benefactor's original intention..." Mo Yunshou interrupted: "Answer the old man's question!" Yimeng said: "The benefactor may want the poor monk to ignore what happened tonight, but in fact even the poor monk can't be the master if he doesn't." Mo Yunshou said: "According to this way, the master decided to stir up this muddy water?" Yimeng said: "It seems so." Mo Yun said: "The position of the master is the position of Shaolin?" Yimeng shook his head and said: "I said earlier that the poor monk has nothing to do with Shaolin..." Mo Yun said: "Master, there is no need to argue. This old man never imagined that among the five sects, there would be someone who would protect the professional swordsman Xie Jinyin..." Yimeng said: "The benefactor can say whatever he likes, anyway, the poor and the poor must never get away." Mo Yunshou sneered, "Very good." He only said two words, but there was no more to say. Under his uncertain eyes, no one could be sure what was going on in his mind. Wu Xiaoqiu stepped forward and said: "The commander-in-chief, why bother talking to this monk, let him and his surname Xie be dealt with together." Mo Yunshou let out a "huh" and remained silent with a sullen expression. Xie Jinyin cupped his fists towards Yimeng, and said: "The festivities between a certain family and this good friend have nothing to do with outsiders, master please let it go." Yimeng said: "The poor monk still wants to stay here to watch the excitement, will the benefactor drive me away?" Xie Jinyin was about to speak, when Mo Yun sent a hand signal, and the two soul-calling demons suddenly danced around in a circle, followed by whistling in their mouths, which made people upset. After a while, whimpers gradually came from the pile of dead bodies, and the two demons prostrated themselves on the ground, praying to the moon one after another, chanting mantras in their mouths. Gradually, the whimpers turned into horrifying howls, rising and falling one after another, becoming confused with the mutterings of the two spirit demons. With the sound of howling, the dead body began to move around again. Mo Yun opened his eyes, and suddenly shot two extremely evil rays of light, and said gloomyly: "Still falling down!" Yimeng opened his mouth and shouted loudly: "Hey!" The sound was sonorous and powerful, and a thunderstorm hit the ground, shaking everyone's eardrums to buzz. Looking around, those dozens of dead bodies actually stopped jumping and froze after Yimeng's loud roar. Daoist Qingfeng blurted out: "The Buddhist lion roars!" Mo Yun lowered his hands and said, "The lion's roar can't restrain the actions of the dead bodies of Ghost Axe Sect. Monk, do you have the Wuming Temple's Wuming Temple's mirror to ward off evil?" Yimeng said: "Is this what the benefactor is referring to?" As he spoke, he took out a round copper mirror from his pocket. In the darkness, the mirror surface shone with a dark red gleam, but there was nothing remarkable about it other than that. Mo Yunshou's expression changed, and he looked at the bronze mirror in the opponent's hand in disbelief. Yimeng said leisurely: "The heretics of the sect are false and deceptive, only this bronze mirror may make the ghost ax sect's strange kung fu useless, it seems that what Sima benefactor said is true." Zhen Dingyuan couldn't help but said, "Which one are you referring to whose surname is Sima?" Yimeng said: "Sima Daoyuan." Zhen Dingyuan frowned when he heard the words, and looked at the other people with puzzled expressions on their faces, especially Xie Jinyin, he was increasingly puzzled by Yimeng's seabed. Zhen Dingyuan said: "Sima Daoyuan said this to you, what is his relationship with the master?" Yimeng said: "Did the benefactor ask this? Sima benefactor was a friend of the poor monk before his death." Zhen Dingyuan almost jumped up, and said: "Monk, do you know whose sword Sima Daoyuan died by?" Yimeng said: "The bloody case of Cuihu Huafang is well known to all. What the professional swordsman Xie Jinyin did is also very clear to the poor monk. It seems that there is no need for the benefactor to remind him." Daoist Qingfeng said: "Master knows that Fellow Daoist Sima died at the hands of Xie Jinyin, why do you still stand on the same side with him?" Yimeng said: "Who said that the poor monk is on the same side as him?" Daoist Qingfeng was stunned in the hall, and said: "The actions and words of the master are repeated, but it is hard to understand the true intention of the master..." Yimeng smiled and said: "Isn't the Taoist priest the same? It's even more unbelievable that he is an authentic Wudang master from a famous family, but he is paired with a heretical ghost axe..." Daoist Qingfeng's complexion changed, and he said, "You...do you know the identity of the poor Taoist?" Yimeng smiled but said nothing, Namoyun said with his hands: "Monk, let's not investigate where you came from, this evil mirror is the treasure of the ancient temple of Wuming, how could it be on your body?" ?” Yimeng said: "The evil spirit mirror is actually not owned by poor monks, it's just a poor monk who passed by and borrowed it..." Mo Yun's palms trembled, remembering the scene of the first setback in the ghost ax and evil skills outside the tent near Anyu, blurted out: "Fourth Lord of Lingwu? Are you talking about Lord Taiyi?" Yimeng said: "The donor's associative power is really strong, if you say it, you are right." Mo Yun asked, "Where is Lord Taiyi?" Yimeng said: "The poor monk met him on the streets of the ghost town. The benefactor moved erratically, coming and going without a trace, maybe he is nearby..." Mo Yunshou laughed loudly and said: "Even if Jue Taiyi came here in person, I would still give this old man three points. What's more, there are so many masters on our side, and we are determined to win tonight. There is absolutely no chance of slipping through the net. I advise you to die." This heart." Suddenly heard a "Xi Yuyu" horse neighing, everyone was shocked by it. Yimeng said leisurely: "Things often change unexpectedly. Although the current benefactor is full of ambition, God knows if there will be accidents? Do you think so?" Mo Yun glared at him fiercely with his hands, without making a sound, Wu Xiaoqiu who was behind him suddenly swung his palms, and rushed towards Yi Meng, who quickly blocked the frame. There was a sound of rattling wheels, and everyone turned their heads and saw a gray-covered horse-drawn carriage approaching, passing the pile of dead bodies in a short while. Sitting on the front end of the chariot is a charioteer, who is wearing a big coat and a bamboo hat, only revealing a pair of shining eyes. A crisp voice in the carriage shouted softly: "stop." Xie Jinyin glanced back subconsciously, and murmured silently: "It's the caravan driven by Su Jifei, so she should be sitting in the car..." His eyes fell on the lying on the ground, the second brother Xie Jinzhang, who was dying, remembered what Zen Master Yimeng said, and couldn't help getting excited. Flicking his sleeves, Yimeng blocked Wu Xiaoqiu's attack, and he was also forced to take a step back.