After dozens of moves, the two fought to a draw.
Zhou Zhiruo knew that the foundation of the Nine Yin Scriptures was unstable, and the opponent would definitely notice him in a long battle, so his moves became more and more fierce.
The fists and claws intersected, making a muffled sound.
"ah!"
A scream made Ding Mian unconsciously look towards the place where the sound came from.
Cong Buqi was seen covering his chest with his left hand, while his right hand was randomly resisting the attacks of the two Emei female disciples, and he was shouting desperately.
Cheng Buyou dodged Jingxu's long sword, ducked to Cong Buqi's side, and blocked Jingkong's and Su Qingmeng's long swords.
"Junior brother, how are you?"
Cong Buqi spat out a mouthful of blood and said intermittently, "No..."
How could the three Jingxu girls miss such a good opportunity? Cong Buqi lost his fighting power and attacked Cheng Buyou with all his strength.
Originally he had the upper hand against Jingxu, but now he could only parry the attacks from the three women.
If he continues like this, defeat will only be a matter of time, and maybe he will end up like Cong Buqi.
"Senior Brother Feng!"
Feng Buping used the violent wind sword technique to steadily suppress Bei Jinyi and Mo Shuyu. When he heard Cheng Buyou's cry, he escaped from the battle.
With help, Cheng Buyou was finally able to speak, "Senior brother, we can't go on like this!"
"Emei Sword Formation!" Bei Jinyi shouted.
There are five, seven or nine members of the Emei Sword Sect. The more people there are, the more powerful they are.
In the earlier battle with Lu Qingyun, only nine people could operate because of their low cultivation. Now they are both at the first level, and five people can also form a formation.
The pressure on Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou suddenly increased. They were only at the first-rate level and had not yet reached the level of a half-step master.
The two of them could still maintain an advantage against the Westerners, but the five Emei girls formed a formation and immediately fell into a disadvantage.
"Senior brother, this Emei Sword Formation is really powerful. It would be difficult to win without help."
Feng Buping secretly complained. He didn't expect Emei to be so difficult without Master Jue. He had to admit that Emei had a strong foundation in martial arts.
"If you don't abandon your serious injury, you can't delay it. You must heal it as soon as possible. If you don't abandon it, I will open a hole."
"good."
Feng Buping's skill exploded completely, and he used one of the Huashan School's swordsmanship secrets, the 'Deadly Chain Three Immortals Sword'.
There are only three sword moves, and when they are launched, they strike out in succession, in one go, instantly suppressing Bei Jinyi and Mo Shuyu, and opening a gap.
Cheng Buyou picked up Cong Buqi and ran out.
After Feng Buping broke off, he shouted loudly: "Senior Brother Ding, Junior Brother Cong is seriously injured, we will go first."
Just when Ding Mian was stunned, Zhou Zhiruo's Nine Yin White Bone Claw swept across his chest.
"Stab it."
The clothes on Ding Mian's chest were torn and blood seeped out.
Zhou Zhiruo gained the upper hand and attacked his injured area fiercely.
Ding Mian resisted Zhou Zhiruo's attack while observing the surrounding situation.
Due to the sudden departure of Feng Buping and the others, what worried him finally happened.
The five Emei girls did not pursue them, but began to surround Bu Chen and Yue Buqun.
When Yue Buqun saw that something was going wrong, he shook Jingxuan away with his palm and fled out in a hurry.
“Tai!”
Ding Mian couldn't help but cursed. Seeing that Bu Chen was surrounded heavily, he pushed away with a palm and attacked Jiuyin White Bone Claw, and his figure dodged and galloped outward.
"Ding Mian, you bastard!"
Bu Chen fell into despair.
He was surrounded by Bei Jinyi, Jingxu, Jingkong, Su Qingmeng and Mo Shuyu using the Emei Sword Formation.
Ding Minjun, Zhou Zhiruo, and Jingxuan were standing outside the sword formation.
Outside the three women was a large circle of Emei disciples.
"Ding Minjun, can you let me go and give me a way to survive?"
Bu Chen shouted loudly while resisting.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Ding Minjun's mouth. He was so angry that he still wanted to beg for mercy. What a daydream!
Lu Qingyun in Fengyuan City has already killed Fei Bin and Zhong Zhen. Anyway, there will never be a day of reconciliation with the Songshan sect. The result will be the same whether Bu Shen is released or not. It is better to kill him and have fewer opponents in the future.
Ding Minjun waved his sword and joined the battle group, "Disciple Emei, kill me!"
Jingxuan heard this and joined the battle group. After ten moves, Bu Chen was strangled.
Ding Minjun wiped his sword and thought about the next strategy.
Although Emei narrowly won this battle and killed Bu Chen and Ding Mian and others were defeated, there was no guarantee that they would come back. If so, they would have no chance of winning.
Now the best strategy is to go to Wudang and join Lu Qingyun.
"Disciple Emei, please follow your orders and pack your bags within a cup of tea. We will set off to Wudang to meet up with Senior Brother Lu."
"good!"
The Emei girls packed their bags and headed towards Wudang with one person and two horses.
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August 18th is auspicious.
The entire Wudang Mountain range is decorated with excitement. Flowers and colorful flags decorated every corner, and a festive atmosphere filled the air.
The disciples of Wudang Mountain all wore brand new robes and stood on both sides of the mountain road.
Yin Liting was wearing a gorgeous red brocade robe, with a happy smile on his face.
Surrounded by Lu Qingyun, Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu and the third generation of Wudang disciples, they arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain, mounted their tall horses, took the sedan chair, and headed towards Wudang Town with a lot of music.
In the Wudang Town Inn, Yang Buhui was wearing a red wedding dress, with long hair hanging on his shoulders, and a gold flower inlaid with gems on his head, sitting beside the bed.
Hearing the loud gongs and drums outside, joy appeared on his face.
The children of Jianghu showed no pretense. In the hall filled with congratulations, Yin Liting walked up to the second floor of the inn and bowed deeply to Yang Xiao who was standing at the door of the room.
"Take good care of yourself and don't regret it, otherwise I won't spare you." Yang Xiao said with eyes wide open.
"Yang Zuoshi, don't worry, my sixth uncle will definitely love his wife." Lu Qingyun answered with a smile.
Yin Liting's cheeks twitched, and she resisted the urge to kick him, and saluted Yang Xiao again, "Yin Liting will definitely live up to the deep affection without regret."
Yang Xiao moved away with satisfaction.
Yin Liting walked in and soon took Yang Buhui's hand to the lobby on the first floor.
Facing the congratulations from everyone, Yin Liting held Yang Buhui's hand with slight force. Their eyes met, revealing their deep love for each other.
After sending Yang Buhui to the sedan chair, Yin Liting got on his horse and faced Yang Xiao, Yin Tianzheng and Wei Yixiao who were standing at the door of the inn. The five scattered people hugged their fists and headed towards Wudang Mountain.
Wei Yixiao stretched out his thumb, "Yang Zuoshi, it's really incredible that you don't regret it. Three core disciples of the third generation of Wudang, three master-level masters, are carrying the sedan chair. You can never find such a scene in today's martial arts world."
Yin Tianzheng smiled and said: "That is to say, Wudang has such a foundation, how can other sects have such a situation? The masters and masters are all treasures, how can they come out to carry the sedan chair."
After playing and beating all the way, the sedan chair soon arrived at Wudang Zixiao Palace.
Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Mountain, was wearing a white Taoist robe and sitting in the main hall with a smile on his face.
On the left and right sides are Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yu Daiyan and Mo Shenggu respectively.
Yin Liting led Yang Buhui into the main hall.
