The white clothes of the mountains and rivers are still as old as before

"Uncle Master! Uncle Master! Calm down and don't be controlled by your demons." Zhou Zishu's ears buzzed, he only looked at the blood-colored white clothes, his scalp went numb, but he turned around eagerly and yelled, afraid that the white clothes would He was robbed of his mind by the heart demon.

All the people in the Four Seasons Villa surrounded by the arena felt their hearts tugging. Except for Zhou Zishu, even Wen Kexing had never seen such a maniac in white clothes. He was worried about the abnormal state of the white clothes, and he was also wary of those who drew their swords at each other. Various schools of martial arts.

But the white clothes turned a deaf ear, staring down at the group of disciples who staggered up and clamored to kill the devil with a pair of blood pupils that were no longer clear.

"Twenty years ago, you also used the excuse of killing the devil. When Rong Xuan was killed by Zhao Jing and lost his mind, you forced him to Bailuya. A total of 20 nine masters, three days and three nights, sleepless, Using the battle of wheels to force Rong Xuan to hand over the keys to the arsenal, how many of them are trying to find the secret books of our sect, and how many of them are just trying to take advantage of the chaos, you know better than me. That body is a universally recognized truth, if they force Rong Xuan to kill, why not even if I kill them all?!" Right now, the white clothes are still sane, and they only use their spiritual power to drive the mountain wind to separate the stage from the audience. Protect the people in the Four Seasons Villa who fought against Jianghu martial arts for him.

He never regretted that after the death of Rong Xuan, he started killing in Bailuya, nor did he regret that he was haunted by demons because of the killing, but after 20 years, if this group of so-called righteous people still want to do it for their relatives and friends back then If selfish desire seeks revenge from him, then he is not afraid to repeat the Battle of Qingya Mountain again.

"Bewitching words to confuse the public, strong words to confuse reason, when Rong Xuan and his sworn brothers stole the secret books of various sects and built an arsenal together, they were despised by the world! You are a fairy and your elder brother. If you don't return to persuade him to abandon evil and do good, That’s all for Fuze’s side, but you actually helped the evildoers and killed my martial arts heroes, sword spirits in white clothes, aren’t you afraid of being punished by heaven?” At this time, the head of the Emei Sect, who has always been jealous of evil, came out in a row, rolling the rosary in his hand restlessly, Against the howling wind, he questioned the white clothes on the ring.

"If your so-called righteousness means accumulating the crimes of a group of people on Rong Xuan who is alone, if your so-called morality is to add insult to injury and bully the less with the more, if this is the world where there is no distinction between right and wrong, false Hypocrisy, then even if I am condemned by God, I will seek justice from the world for my young brother's cruel death!" The mountain wind above the high cliff seemed to be assimilated by Bai Yi's gradually manic emotions, and the hunting wind stirred the hem of his clothes and Wufa, he stood in the void, looking down at the tiny mortals below the stage like a god, and his ruthless questioning rang in everyone's ears.

"Stubborn, let's go up together!" Lengtouqing, who doesn't know which sect it is, raises his arms and wants to attack in groups. Shaolin, Emei and other seniors from various sects present did not stop him , could only stare at those young disciples with shattered eyes, rushing up to the high platform surrounded by the whirlwind like moths to the flame, thinking that this time the fierce sword spirit would be aroused into madness, and the blood flowed from the killing Cheng He, but he didn't expect these disciples to fall to the ground just because of a domineering spiritual force.

Looking at the disciples who were mourning and screaming in all directions, and hearing the sound of "overreaching" that exploded in their ears, several famous figures in the world couldn't help but look at each other, terrified and apprehensive, but also doubtful, this sword spirit How to let them go, is it a bluff?

"I re-climbed Bailuya this time to settle accounts with Zhao Jing and avenge Rongxuan. Since the culprit is dead, I don't want to do more crimes. The grievances are entangled endlessly, if you want to settle accounts with me, I don't mind having a fight with you." Bai Yi resisted the tearing pain in his head, and said through gritted teeth.

He is in a very unstable situation now, the demons are aroused by the blood all over the place, and he is restless, which impacts his sanity one after another. Up to now, he is able to maintain his sanity and deal with these people. Years, the result of being determined far beyond ordinary people.

"Since the personal revenge of the senior has been avenged, shouldn't we also settle the debt with the senior who died under the sword of the senior!" Mo Huaiyang was supported by his disciples to stand up, and the long sword pointed directly at the ring.

"Okay, let the horse come here, I want to see if the rivers and lakes have improved even after 20 years." Bai Yi endured the huge pain in his head, fell back onto the ring, and turned his backhand into a long sword in white.

"Master Wu'an, Master Zhiyin, Daoist Guiyuan, let's go together." Mo Huaiyang and the elders on the high platform looked at each other, knowing that a single-handed horse is definitely not the opponent of the sword spirit. There is a possibility of a fight.

"If this great harm can be eliminated for the Jianghu, even if the poor nun died in battle, he would be considered a martyr!" The head of the Emei Sect was a heroine who hated evil and vengeful. As hot as he was when he was young, Wen Yan took the long sword handed over by his disciple, and walked off the high platform without hesitation.

"Pindao regrets that there is a way in the world, and all things have spirits. Fellow Daoist Bai is a fairy, and he should protect a place of water and soil. If you are willing to let go of your obsession, come to my Wudang, practice with all your heart, and regain your heart of Dao. Friends and the heroes of the world turned wars into jade." The white-haired and childlike head teacher of Wudang Mountain held a whisk, stroked his long beard, and watched the blood-soaked fairy on the stage with calm eyes.He has no grievances with this sword spirit. Since the famous sword has spirits, he can't bear the destruction of such spirits. If he can take the white-clothed sword spirit under his sect, it will not only solve his immediate problems, but also help Wudang to unify the world Daomen.

"Niubi old man, you are a cultivator, you are stupid. You are the ones shouting and killing, and you fight if you want to fight. How can there be so much nonsense." Bai Yi dismissed Guiyuan Zhenren's Zhao'an, took a deep breath, Enduring the severe pain in his skull, he suppressed the restless demon.

"Amitabha, since senior refuses to go astray and find his way back, then this old man will not hesitate to ask senior for advice." The abbot of Shaolin Temple picked up the black gold Zen staff and walked down the high platform step by step.

"You are the only bald donkey who can say something so shameless." Bai Yi snorted coldly, and waved his hand to get off the stage. He wants to see these so-called decent families, seniors What can you do?

As the four powerhouses gradually approached the ring, Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing by the side of the stage couldn't help but look tense and alert, especially Cao Weining, who was disguised and mixed in, seeing his master holding a long sword, he was so aggressive that he was about to Going up to the high platform, he wanted to stop him, but Gu Xiang, who was dressed as a man beside him, grabbed the corner of his clothes and told him not to be impulsive.

"Zi Shu, Han Ying, you take the children down first." Bai Yi frowned and glanced around the people of Siji Villa who surrounded the ring tightly. I don't want to involve them in the grievances with Jianghu.

"Uncle Master, these righteous dogs have already ripped their skins off, why should we talk morally to them?" Wen Kexing opened his fan and held it in front of him, staring viciously at the so-called righteous men who were gradually approaching, with an extremely disgusted tone.

If you can't beat them, just gang fight, four old immortals who add up to almost three hundred years old, what kind of skill is it to bully more and less?

"Zhou Zishu, take people down, don't let me say it a second time!" Because of Zhao Jing's incident, Bai Yi was very dissatisfied with Wen Kexing, so he didn't talk nonsense with them, and directly ordered Zhou Zishu to take everyone down, don't affect his performance.

"Old Wen, Han Ying, let's go first." Zhou Zishu took a deep breath, suppressed all worries and anxieties, grabbed one in each hand, led everyone from Siji Villa, retreated to a corner of the venue, and left the ring to the others on the field. White clothes.

The uncle called him by his full name, so he was not allowed to refute.

Zhang Chengling pulled Shen Shen's hand away, and ran to Zhou Zishu's side in a few steps.

"Master, Grand Master Uncle..."

"Cheng Ling, you are obedient, take your junior brother and the others first, leave this place to me and your senior uncle." Zhou Zishu stared closely at the four heads of the four sects who stepped up to the ring, each occupying a corner, and he had no time for him right now. He only asked Zhang Chengling to take all the juniors to leave. If something happened, he and Wen Kexing might not be able to take care of so many children.

Zhang Chengling gritted his back molars and knew that they might drag down Master and the others if they stayed here. After meeting those juniors whom they met for the first time, he waved his hand and led dozens of disciples from Four Seasons Villa to evacuate from Bailuya.

Cao Weining didn't want to leave, but was dragged away by Gu Xianglian.

Right now, only Zhou Zishuwen, Han Ying, and Shen Shen, who stuffed Gao Xiaolian and Deng Kuan into the Siji Villa team, were left uninvited in the corner of the venue. The four of them were watching the battle situation on the stage.

Standing in the arena with a long sword in his hand, the white-clothed man glanced around at the so-called seniors standing at each corner, and snorted coldly: "Should we come one by one or all together?"

"Amitabha, senior, offended!" Shaolin abbot chanted the Buddha's name, took the first step, picked up the Zen staff and faced the white clothes. With his movement, the other three people did not hesitate, and attacked from all sides. They all jumped onto the white clothes on the stage.

Bai Yi took a deep breath, turned sideways to dodge Shaolin Abbot's blow to the head, borrowed strength from the Zen staff, flew up and kicked Mo Huaiyang who was attacking from behind, Bai Yi's sword was full of spiritual power, buzzed, and dropped his hand Going out, holding back the head of Emei who was attacking with his sword, he slid his shovel down to avoid another sweeping blow from the Shaolin abbot, and just stood up, he wrestled with the head teacher of Wudang.

For a while, the arena was silent, and everyone was staring at the five people fighting together on the stage.These four masters are single-handedly powerful, and there are only a handful of people in the world with high martial arts attainments. The sword spirit in white can use his own strength to fight against the combination of four without losing the wind. Such a powerful The fairy spirit made everyone's scalp tingle.

Too strong, is this the strength of the sword spirit?

While distractedly controlling the body in white, he dragged Mo Huaiyang and the head of Emei who were holding swords, while restraining a monk from Shaolin and Wudang with his bare hands.With the depletion of spiritual power, the inner demons became more and more eager to move.

The abbot of Shaolin is even at the age of knowing the destiny, but when he dances the Zen stick, he is still vigorous and fierce, and he will definitely not get any benefits from head-to-head encounters, but he can't get close to the old bald donkey with his agile movement in white clothes, but Wudang This old Niubi's Taiji Baguazhang is soft but strong, but it is very difficult to get rid of, and it is hard to get rid of it. Simply white is a person who only suffers once. He is entangled once. In the actual combat, I found a way to deal with it, using spiritual power to transform energy, using the same method to return to the other body, it is considered easy.

But in the end, two fists are no match for four hands. As time went by, the fighting on the field became more intense, Bai Yi's physical strength and spiritual energy were rapidly depleted, and the old wounds in the inner palace were also looking for a sense of existence. Seeing the four attacking together again, they simply Gritting his teeth, he turned his body into a sword and shot out several cold beams, forcing the four besieged back. The sword intent was sharp, and the coldness and murderous aura radiated made the scalps of several veterans feel numb, and they subconsciously retreated a few steps .

Bai Yi has always been crushed by spiritual power, one move to control the enemy, and he does not have rich experience in close combat. He has been able to fight with bare hands until now, all because of his obsession with wanting to win them openly, but he wants to win openly. But some people insist on adding insult to injury.

Mo Huaiyang stood up holding the sword on the left side of the white robe, squinted his eyes slightly against the howling wind, staring at the long sword in white robe very unkindly.Although the sword spirit is more precious and rare than the world's arsenal he planned, if the spirit object cannot be used by him, even if it is destroyed, it cannot fall into the hands of others.

"Master Zhiyin, Master Wu'an, this devil has been beaten out of his original form, let's go all out to eliminate the evil in the Jianghu!" The reason why he didn't call Wudang the head teacher is because this old Taoist has always lived in seclusion, and just now he intends to recruit An Jian Ling, even if he fights with him, he only uses Taiji Palm to deal with him, without any ultimate move, and now he doesn't expect to join hands with him to deal with this spirit creature.

The head of Emei and the abbot of Shaolin looked at each other, because they didn't want to be shameless to bully the few, so far they still haven't won the fight, and no one has even approached him except the Wudang head teacher, so they know that they are not this fairy His opponents had already lost a big shame, if they continued to pester them like this, wouldn't they even lose the face of the sect?

When Bai Yi heard Mo Huaiyang's yelling, his already unstable mood became more restless. The long sword turned into a human form, and the bottom of his eyes were bright red, as cold as ice. Since they are all shameless, what will he leave for them? decent?With one hand, four sharp rays rushed out, hovering around their necks before the four had time to dodge.

"Even if it's four against one, you've already lost. If you still want to lose face, just get out and don't force me to be rude to you!" Bai Yi clasped his hands into claws.Standing upright in front of him, as if four heads rolled when he clenched his fist, he was at the end of his strength if he could hold on until now, if he could win this battle without bloodshed, not only would he be able to understand the grievances, get out of his body, and he would not implicate the four seasons the villa.

The sharp cold light hangs on the neck, whether it is the immortal Wudang headmaster or the venerable Shaolin abbot, they all feel chills on the back, and the threat of death is close at hand, but the clothes are stained with blood. The bright red fierce sword spirit was still willing to let them go. While he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed in his heart.

"Amitabha, seniors have offended me a lot. Since seniors have won this match, it is inconvenient for me to entangle them. I only hope that seniors will return to the Four Seasons Villa in the future, cultivate their moral character, and stop committing crimes!" Abbot Shaolin took the lead to break the deadlock, and stepped back halfway. Stepping away from the cold front around his neck, he held the Wujin Zen stick in his hand, bowed to the white clothes in the arena, and then walked down the stage with some embarrassment.

"Fellow Daoist's cultivation level is so profound, and the poor Taoist admires it. I hope that one day I will have the opportunity to discuss it with fellow Daoist Bai again." Wudang headmaster flicked the whisk away, brushed aside the cold light, and turned around to leave the stage with his long beard.

"Hmph, since the poor nun's martial arts can't be defeated by you, if you want to kill, you can do whatever you want." The head of Emei is somewhat unconvinced, but if you lose, you lose, and she still has the tolerance to admit defeat.

"I said I don't want to do any more crimes, so I didn't think about fighting for your lives. Now that the victory and defeat have been decided, there is no need to touch your life." With a wave of the white clothes, several cold fronts scattered across the world between.

The leader of Emei didn't expect that the killing god would let go as soon as he said he would let go.

With the victory and defeat in the arena already divided, Zhou Zishu and others' tense nerves also relaxed a little bit, and Bai Yi left the arena one after another when they saw that they had conceded defeat, and finally couldn't hold on anymore, one knee softened, and half-kneeled on the ring , stroking his forehead with one hand, enduring the severe pain in his head, and suppressing the restless inner demon with the other hand.

The three of Zhou Zishu were about to go up to the stage to help him down, but the accident happened in an instant.

Mo Huaiyang's expression was gloomy, the sword spirit in white was at the end of his strength, he didn't expect these three masters to admit defeat, and ended up in despair, the hand holding the long sword was bruised, and at the moment when no one could react , and rushed forward, taking advantage of the white clothes to heal his wounds and had no time to distract, he unexpectedly attacked from behind!

"Uncle Master!!"

"senior!!"

Zhou Zishu, who was standing on the sidelines, stared blankly at the four of them, and watched helplessly as a long sword pierced through the shoulder of the white robe, and pierced through to his chest. The despicable villain saved Bai Yi, but was forced to stop at the next moment.

"If you dare to take another step forward, I will kill him!" The long sword in Mo Huaiyang's hand had already sunk into Bai Yi's body, and he even stirred the hilt on purpose, hearing an inaudible muffled groan beside his ear , his expression became more and more sinister, even faintly crazy.

"Mo Huaiyang, you despicable villain, you actually attacked from behind!" The head of Emei saw Mo Huaiyang's insidious killing move as soon as he turned his head, and couldn't help yelling.

"Master Mo is merciful!" Master Wudang was also startled and tore off a few strands of his long beard, exclaiming in surprise, even the abbot of Shaolin didn't mention the Buddha's name, pointed his Zen staff directly at Mo Huaiyang on the stage, and sternly said: "Mo Huaiyang, you are the head of a faction, are you still talking about the morals of the world?"

But Mo Huaiyang was unmoved.

"This old man is not as merciful as some Taoist priests and mages. What kind of morals should we talk about with such demons?"

"Mo Huaiyang! Let my uncle go!" Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing yelled in unison. Han Ying's long sword had been unsheathed, his veins were protruding, and his emotions were tense to the extreme, but the white clothes were still under Mo Huaiyang's sword. He didn't dare to act rashly.

"You little bastard who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth! Wait until the old man kills this devil, and then I will settle the score with you, the evil leader!" Mo Huaiyang snorted coldly, ignoring the roars and curses on and off the stage, and even raised a palm Shoot towards Gaier in white.

Bai Yi looked at the long sword in front of his chest in a daze, and his rationality collapsed in an instant. Regardless of his serious injury, he turned around abruptly and stretched out a palm, channeling the majestic spiritual power to counter it.

The sudden collision of spiritual power and true energy brought countless flying sand and rocks in an instant, forcing everyone on the sidelines to take a few steps back.Mo Huaiyang was shocked. He didn't expect that the sword spirit, who was at the end of his crossbow and was seriously injured by him, could still burst out with such power. The whole person was thrown away by the long sword with violent spiritual power, flew upside down, and hit the ground , suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Bai Yi staggered and stood up, his blood-colored eyes were lifeless and empty, he couldn't hear the noisy voices on and off the field, only the demon in the sea of ​​consciousness crazily clamored to kill him, kill him, kill them all!But the fragile reason is still tearing at his consciousness with the heart demon, the severe pain in his body and the ups and downs in his head have tortured him to the point of unconsciousness, but fortunately, the heart demon was allowed to rave and yell, eating away his reason, stepping on this place and spilling all over the ground Zhao Jing's flesh and blood walked towards Mo Huaiyang who was knocked down by him step by step.

"You want to kill me just because you want to kill me!" The hoarse voice was no longer clear, and a layer of blood clouded the eyes of the white clothes, and he broke the long sword that passed through the chest with his bare hands. Huaiyang.

Mo Huaiyang vomited another mouthful of blood, stood up scrambling, and rushed up again. The sinister and mad posture was more frightening than the white clothes controlled by the demon, but he was not close to the body of the white clothes. , was surrounded by a raging aura, and as soon as the cold aura touched his flesh, it penetrated into his blood like a maggot attached to the bone, ruthlessly raging in his meridians, and smashed into pieces forcibly. His dantian had ruined his foundation, and the sudden severe pain made him howl miserably, from strong to weak, hoarse wailing, everyone present was sweating coldly, and their backs felt chills.

Even if the white clothes crippled his tendons, the hatred was still hard to get rid of. The arrogant demons ate away at his sanity, and the veins in the hand holding the broken sword bulged, and he threw it out with surging spiritual power, stabbing him fiercely. After wearing Mo Huaiyang's shoulder armor, Yu Wei dragged him and smashed him down the stage. He was nailed to the ground and passed out.

"Senior brother!" Fan Huaikong, Mo Huaiyang's junior, saw the situation take a sudden turn. On the ground, blood spread slowly along the wound, his heart was in his throat, he felt Mo Huaiyang's pulse with trembling hands, he didn't expect that his brother's meridian dantian had been abolished, but he could still breathe, There was no time to think about it and he had no face to avenge him, so he hurriedly took his disciples and dragged Mo Huaiyang, who was rotten like mud, and left the scene quickly!

The reversal of the situation between the lightning and the flint shocked everyone. The head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect didn't mind sneaking behind him, but he was killed by the sword spirit in white in just one encounter. Before the others recovered , Zhou Zishu and the others had already rushed to the ring, Wen Kexing shook his hands and tried to pull out the broken sword on the back of the white robe, but the next moment they were knocked down by the violent spiritual power.

With the crazy loss of spiritual power, Bai Yi could hardly control his bloodthirsty thoughts. The demons were roaring, the old wounds were screaming, and the sword piercing his chest directly shattered his remaining sanity. Even Zhou Zi The approach of Shu and others was also regarded as a threat by him, and he has gone crazy now.

"Kill me? You want to kill me too? Hehehe... Even you want to kill me!!!"

"Obsessed! The white-clothed sword spirit is enchanted! Everyone, run!" Wudang head teacher's slightly closed eyes have been fully opened, staring at the disordered and crazy-looking white robes, seeing that he even beat the people of Four Seasons Villa mercilessly. How can you not see that this fairy has gone mad!If he was really possessed, he might not be able to leave anyone alive.

The old Taoist roared like a rainbow, awakening most of the people present, and they subconsciously ran away.

When this sword spirit is awake, the dozen or so masters can easily do anything. If he is really insane, killing them will not be like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Run? Let me see where you are going! You all want to kill me, so I will send you on your way first!" Bai Yi's eyes were blank, his expression was crazy, and he only turned his head to look at the crowd scattered like birds and beasts, and the violent spiritual power was overwhelming. With a gloomy voice, it rang in everyone's ears like the death knell of a soul slayer, and it scared everyone's spine to the point of chills.

The manic mountain wind was wrapped in a sharp edge, rolling up countless flying sand and rocks and raging on Bailu Cliff, so he could only be gentle to Zhou Zishu and the others instinctively.

Although the well-known boy with a dexterous figure and good lightness kungfu was embarrassed, he could barely escape the blindly scattered sword energy, but there were also many miscellaneous rivers and lakes, who were scratched by flying sand and rocks. Although they were not fatal, they screamed. The sound is endless.

The white clothes floated slowly in the air, and the raging mountain wind blew off his crown of hair, his black hair was flying, his red eyes were like blood, and the screams in his ears seemed to be separated from him by a layer of mist. It wasn't very real, only the demon in his mind was crazily clamoring at him with destructive hatred.

kill them!kill them!kill them!

"Uncle Master! Wake up! I'm Zishu!! Uncle Master!!!" Zhou Zishu braved the strong wind and moved towards the ring with difficulty. His body in white was still injured. If his spiritual power was consumed like this, he would be in danger. Now, he can't just watch him being controlled by the inner demon and self-destructing.

"Uncle! Lao Bai! Look at us, it's me and Axu! It's us, Uncle, wake up!" Wen Kexing protected Axu, and knocked down the flying stone sword light beside him onto the stage Chong, while shouting towards the stage.

"Senior..." Han Ying's kung fu was far inferior to Zhou Zishu's, and it was only when he was rushed by the spiritual power.A puff of stasis was stuck in his chest, but he still resisted to stand up and supported the sword, and moved towards the ring with difficulty.

The author has something to say:

If I abolish Mo Huaiyang here, Xiangning will be able to get married properly. As for why I didn't kill him directly, one reason is.If Bai Yi really killed someone on this occasion, even if he was justifiable, he would really become a target of public criticism. Second, if Mo Huaiyang died in Bai Yi's hands, how should Bai Yi face Cao Weining?But don't worry, I will definitely let this dog thief die clearly.

OS: I said before that I wanted Lao Bai to go crazy once. Although the process was a bit tortuous, Lao Bai was indeed crazy, and I was about to be driven crazy.Can you believe that this is less than 7000 words, and it took me 4 days to grind it out!It's too difficult, the group portrait is too difficult, the writing is not good, I feel stuck.

(As an aside, I suddenly discovered that Lao Bai also has a soft spot for necks.)