[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Journey to the Homeland

If you can't kill Su Ye, then kill Yang Wuxie.

This is the consensus of those present, and it is also one of the conditions for Liufentang.What's more, people like Wen Xue'an and Wen Suihan have always regarded moral laws as nothing, even if they kill dozens or hundreds of people, they will not take them to heart.

Wen Suihan was dead, but Wen Xue'an was extremely surprised.Su Ye was in the center of the siege, and still had enough energy to find a breakthrough and send Yang Wuxie out.Her strength exceeded his worst prediction, which made his face gloomy again.

Fortunately, the back wall of the Buddhist hall was smashed with a stick.The second stick followed like a shadow, descending from the sky, instantly blocking all of Yang Wuxie's ways of life.

Yuan Thirteen turned a blind eye, and Number Seven Under Heaven was both surprised and delighted.This is the gap between the two, and the reason why the latter will never be as good as the former.

This ordinary wooden stick performed ordinary moves and made an absolutely extraordinary screeching sound.The head of the stick stirs the air, creating a whirlwind.The strong wind was so violent that it actually brought the falling gravel and broken bricks and spun them up together.

Before the wooden stick hit the top of Yang Wuxie's head, his hair was already fluttering, eager to break free from the shackles of the hairband, and floated up like a spiral.

The green light in his eyes is like the thousand suns just now, suppressed by the environment to the point of being invisible.The stick wind had no color at all, but it was like a dark cloud summoning death, covering him with a thick layer of death, making his whole body dim.

Who is this man?Among the famous cudgel masters in the world, there is such a character who can shatter the world with one shot?

Zhu Yueming was still standing there, the flesh on both cheeks hanging down, like a huge Shar Pei.He recognized the owner of the wooden stick in the blink of an eye, and understood what kind of big man was hidden behind this seemingly simple blow.

Number Seven Under Heaven saw that the wall was broken, and saw the long stick that seemed to have divine help.He was also puzzled, but he had no heart to touch.His gloomy complexion suddenly loosened, he left Yuan Thirteen Limits and Su Ye behind, and rushed to Yang Wuxie's side, flicking his sleeves, an orange-yellow thing that was neither gold nor copper flashed out of the sleeves.

This is "Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, Nineteen Divine Needles", a relic of Li Chenzhou, the leader of the power gang.Wen Zhang obtained two tubes during his lifetime, one tube was kept by himself and hid in his portable iron flute, and the other tube was given to Wen Xue'an, which has been treasured up to now.Wen Xue'an also used the secret of the mechanism spring in it to exchange for a firearm named "Fire Tiger" from Pilitang.

Using Huohu casually will blow him, Yuan Shisanxian, and Zhu Yueming into it.But this set of nineteen magic needles is a hidden killer that he uses to kill with one blow.If you don't use it now, when will you use it again?

His eyes gleamed triumphantly, and his nostrils kept shaking, like a ferocious beast that chooses someone to devour.He was not stupid, and he could see that Su Ye was trying his best to protect Yang Wuxie.Therefore, she beheaded Wen Suihan with a single blow, and then she took Yang Wuxie's sword in the back.

Then, when Yang Wuxie fell to the ground and died, what would she do?

Except Yuan Thirteen, everyone is using Yang Wuxie to contain Su Ye.Even Zhu Yueming, who was on the sidelines, couldn't think of a better way.It's a dirty trick, but it's also very effective.Afterwards, the participants unified their caliber, and even the worries of "losing face" were gone.

Yuan Shisanxian only had Su Ye in his eyes and had no time for him.Number Seven Under Heaven thought a lot, many of which surprised him.

Then, something happened that really surprised him.

When the Nineteenth God Needle was fired, suddenly there was another person beside him, a man in black and holding a black knife.This person fell under the whirling wind, there was no sun above, and the bottom was also dim and hazy.

The wooden stick fell like lightning, hitting a pitch-black object.That was not Yang Wuxie's head, but Su Ye's knife.

No one can describe her movement, no one can describe the ingenuity of this knife.With all her strength, she crossed the distance between Yuan and Yang in an instant, arriving later and taking the stick for him.

Unfortunately, it is extremely difficult to balance speed and strength.She came too fast, and the strength of the knife was greatly weakened.If the wooden stick has the power of a thousand pounds, once it touches the night knife, it will immediately press it and continue to fall. Although the speed is much slower, it is still not a move that ordinary people can deal with.

Outside the half-collapsed wall, there was a strong howling sound that was difficult to distinguish between men and women.

Yuan Shisanxian has never asked for a helper, but when a helper comes, he will not refuse to cooperate.Su Ye ran away, and he stood still, and with a sway as if by magic, a bow suddenly appeared in his hand.His eyes flickered, he bit the bow handle with his mouth, and pulled the bowstring with one hand, without even aiming, the bowstring was full, and the small arrows on the string shot out angrily.

The stick outside the wall, the arrow inside the wall, and the ox hair poisonous needle next to it all point to the same target.

At this time, what Su Ye was most afraid of was still Yuan Thirteen Limits.The reason why she sighed before was because she saw that this battle had more defeats than victories, or that there were more dangers than fortunes.If she didn't have this wooden stick, she would be sure to take Yang Wuxie and escape.Now that she had it, she was injured more seriously than expected.

When the Nineteenth God Needle was issued, there were only a few faint glows and a faint fragrance.Number Seven Under Heaven heard the light sound of the crossbow and felt a burst of pleasure.For the first time today, he found that he was not so incompetent, and he probably didn't need to go to an overseas island to live in seclusion, and come back after a few years of hard work.

The light fragrance suddenly disappeared, and the black light soared.

In front of him, the sky and the earth were covered with black clouds that could not be blown away by strong winds or penetrated by sunlight.The sky and the earth seem to have darkened, and the power of thunder and lightning is hidden in the clouds.He knew that there were no clouds and no wind outside, but he couldn't get rid of this illusion.

The Nineteen God Needles are like nineteen weak embroidery needles, lost in the clouds and mist, without any lethality.He was startled when the fragrance disappeared, and only then did he realize that this set of magic needles had been destroyed by the opponent's magic knife.

He wanted to kill Yang Wuxie, but Yang Wuxie fell down suddenly.Su Ye was really powerless to save him, so he hooked him down to prevent him from being clubbed on the head and needled in the neck.

The black light engulfed everything, including the Nineteen God Needles, the stick facing the sky, and the little sad arrow that Yuan Shisan restricted his mouth to shoot.When she was parrying the wooden stick, she expended her true energy at all costs, burned out her true energy, and successfully slid backwards to avoid the sharp point of the little arrow.

She shook the magic needle into fine metal dust like dust, and chopped nearly ten knives on the stick in an instant, preventing it from chasing and attacking Yang Wuxie, and at the same time distractedly dodged the sad little arrow.She dodged out of the way, but the mysterious opponent outside was relentless, seeing through her predicament at a glance, flicked back the stick, and swiftly struck again.

Su Ye couldn't get back his breath, so he had to forcefully accept it.The power of the second stick seems to be able to drive the entire Buddhist hall, even the Buddha statues a little further away are shaking.The strength of the knife was as dense as a cloud, and it was scattered by a stick, and it was fragmented, revealing the body as dark as night.

The blade sharply cut the wooden stick, and there was a strange sound of gold and iron colliding.The wooden stick was missing three inches of length at the head of the stick, and when it was empty, I shook the stick and withdrew hastily.The whistling outside the wall suddenly stopped, and the people and sticks quickly went away.With Su Ye's eyesight, he took a quick glance in the midst of his busy schedule, only seeing a slightly familiar figure, and smelled something more familiar than the figure at the end of his nose.

She didn't care who it was, because she had to deal with the most important issues first.

The sad little arrow shot into the air, but the heavy internal force on the stick hurt her.From her dantian to her throat, there was a burning pain all the way.In addition to the severe pain, the sweet blood was about to move, ready to force her to vomit a few mouthfuls at any time.

With martial arts practiced to her level, ordinary external injuries are insignificant, and the only troublesome thing is internal injuries.The enemies who can hurt her are all superb, and each has their own unique skills. Moreover, her true energy is damaged, and the flow of true energy is not as smooth and natural as usual.

However, the person who needs to escape for a short time is actually not her.

Within three seconds, Number Seven Under Heaven fell from great joy to great sorrow, from heaven to hell.

Even if Su Ye was seriously injured and didn't dare to beat Yuan Thirteen's Fengrui, he wouldn't be afraid of him alone.Just now, the wooden stick shattered the light of swords in the sky, forcing her to temporarily switch from offense to defense, and concentrate on dealing with the two masters.The illusion in his mind was instantly shattered, and he returned to the thrilling real world.

He clearly saw the eyes of the man in black opposite him.At first he couldn't see these eyes at all, but now he saw them, but he would rather not see them.

The eyes were sunken deep in the cast iron mask, red as blood.This is evidence of bleeding in her eyes, which means that she was seriously injured.But when Number Seven Under Heaven saw it, he felt fear, not because of the blood in his eyes, but because of the anger in his eyes.

Yuan Shisanxian could save him, but he chose to adjust his breath on the spot.He sent out a sad little arrow, and felt that the wound on his body was expanding again, and pus was oozing out of the original scab.

As soon as he stopped like this, Number Seven Under Heaven fell into a desperate situation on the spot.

On the slender horse's face, the pride was gone, replaced by despair like a dying beast.In his whole life, killing people would be counted in thousands, but now he is like a bird that can't fly, trembling in front of the poisonous snake.

The bag was opened again, and the dazzling sword light twisted and permeated, shooting in all directions in despair.He suddenly thought, it would be nice if he left the capital early.Why did Bai Choufei do something stupid, and Wen Xue'an should take it on his behalf?

A sinuous and roaring black dragon easily pierced through a thousand suns.He wanted to ensure that all the nineteen magic needles hit Yang Wuxie, so he was very close, so he was also very close to Su Ye.His qinggong is very good, but with such a small distance, he can't escape or hide.

The sword light scattered in all directions, like a light bulb suddenly blown out, extinguished soundlessly.

Every time Su Ye made a knife, the dantian felt like a sharp pain.But she didn't care, the anger weakened by Long Ba's death flourished again today.She tried her best with every knife, and every knife had the power of thunder and lightning, and was as light as the wind.

Number Seven Under Heaven could no longer condense the momentum of the sword, and lost the first-hand advantage of the momentum sword.After four or five knives, he was powerless and unable to support himself. When he blocked from left to right, he felt a sudden chill in his stomach.

The nineteenth needle turned into light dust and went away with the wind.The hidden weapon in Su Ye's sleeve hit him again and again.The hidden weapon is poisonous, so it is impossible for him to expel the poison by sitting on the ground.So his face was full of horror, pleading and fear in his heart, feeling the numbness like numbness, which quickly spread to his heart.

With a swing of the night knife, he cut through his waist, splitting him in two.Due to the strong toxicity, he didn't feel any pain at all, but instinctively let out a scream, subconsciously covered the incision, and fell down without any strength to fight back.

He fell beside Wen Suihan.It is indeed extremely ironic that their brothers were enemies for many years before they were alive, but they went to Huangquan together today.

Yuan Thirteen Limited felt that nothing had happened, but suddenly saw Number Seven Under Heaven being dismembered, he immediately jumped up and smashed the black figure by the wall with all his strength.

Su Ye didn't want to fight him desperately, she didn't want to when she was intact, but now she can avoid it more and more.Next to her is Yang Wuxie whose martial arts has been lowered by two levels and who is under the control of others.With this drag on her, it's nearly impossible to win.Even if the mysterious figure with the stick had already left, only one Yuan Thirteen Limits remained.

The gap between her and them is not that big.

Yuan Shisan's boxing wind came again, but she kicked Yang Wuxie up, hit several of his acupuncture points in the air, sealed his sense organs, and made him fall asleep.Afterwards, she used the posture of a falcon catching prey, holding him with one hand, without looking at Yuan Thirteen Limits, crossed the gap in the back wall, went straight to the roof, and ran towards a certain direction at an astonishingly high speed.