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Part Two: Yitian Chapter 204: Retreating from the Enemy

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    Chapter 204: Retreating the Enemy

    "Wei Yixiao, King of Green Winged Bats!" Lin Xiaoqing shouted sweetly, leaping out from Wen Yubing's side and flying into the air, her moon-white shirt fluttering in the wind, like a fairy flying in the dust.

    Her movements were as graceful as a dance, she seemed to be walking leisurely, but actually seemed to be slow and fast, her hair came back first, her round waist twisted, and she landed just in front of Wei Yixiao, and her moon-white sleeves flicked, elegant and graceful.

    The stretched Yuebai sleeves were just in front of Wei Yixiao's stretched out paw, making a soft "pop" sound, which was extremely strange and made people curious about the material of the sleeves.

    "Little girl, you have such handsome inner strength!" The man in green shirt stopped, waved his right hand slightly, stood proudly, and carefully looked at Lin Xiaoqing, who was slim and seemed to be frail.

    He had just exchanged a palm with Master Miejue, which was an ice palm, and he used all his strength to destroy it. He wanted to use his claws to grab the person, sucking some blood to suppress the surging blood, but his eyes blurred, but he caught Lin Xiaoqing's sleeves.  On the ground, I felt that I had hit an invisible stone wall, which was so hard that my fingers hurt slightly from the shock.

    Lin Xiaoqing is wearing a white gauze. The dry breeze blows and the white gauze is swaying. Her charming and alluring face is looming, making her even more attractive.

    Hearing the admiration of Wei Yixiao, the man in green shirt, she smiled softly, her voice was as clear and sweet as jade beads and jade plates, and everyone felt relieved when she heard it.

    On the other side, Yan Yuan also stopped his attacks, while Master Jiejie stood with his sword in hand, secretly practicing his skills. Wei Yixiao's Ice Palm was quite vicious, but fortunately the Emei Sect had the Nine Sun Skills.

    At the beginning, Guo Xiang and Zhang Sanfeng listened to Master Jue Yuan's Nine-Yang Manual. They both gained something from it, but they did not listen to it all. Guo Xiang created the Emei Nine-Yang Skill based on it. Although it is not as mellow and pure as the Nine-Yang Divine Skill, it is still extremely masculine.  Internal strength.

    ??????? Master Miejie has profound internal energy. Under the operation of Emei Nine Yang Kung, the ice energy in his body is like snow meeting boiling soup. His body exudes a curl of white energy, and Yan Yuan opposite him also feels the deep chill.

    The power of the Ice Palm was slowly forced out of the body. Master Miejie's eyes were like cold lightning, she stretched and breathed out with overwhelming momentum. When stimulated by the power of the Ice Palm, her internal energy moved faster than usual.

    Although she is powerful, she is not taken seriously by Wei Yixiao. After all, despite her superb swordsmanship and light kung fu, there is nothing she can do to surpass Wei Yixiao.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:???????????????????????????????????????????????? Glancing at Master Miejie, seeing that she was fine, Wei Yixiao felt secretly annoyed, his body suddenly moved, changed direction, and rushed towards another female Emei disciple, as fiercely as an eagle lifting a chicken.

    He grabbed it with his claws, and just when he was about to succeed, his eyes blurred, and the white shadow flashed again, and his fingers were numb again, and he couldn't help but retreat quickly, advancing and retreating like a spring.

    He looked around and saw the slim girl just now. He couldn't help but be surprised and dissatisfied. He stretched out his figure and threw himself in the other direction again.

    Lin Xiaoqing smiled lowly, took a slight step forward, seemed to shrink to an inch, and happened to stand in front of Wei Yixiao again. She flicked her sleeves and used her Shuiyun sleeves to shake his palm away.

    This situation happened again and again, and finally, Wei Yixiao felt depressed and held a breath in his chest. Without letting out his unhappiness, he raised his head to the sky and roared, then suddenly ran quickly, turning the Emei faction in a circle.  It was as if a blue light was passing by, making people dazzled.

    Lin Xiaoqing also became interested. She spread out her figure and took steps forward, with lotus growing at each step. She was extremely graceful and leisurely and slow, but the several figures she transformed could always follow the gleaming Wei Yixiao.

    The light kung fu performed by the two men was truly shocking. Even the people on the other side of the Fierce Fire Banner were dumbfounded. Wei Yixiao, one of the Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult, the Green-winged Bat King, was uniquely endowed with the light kung fu skills and was unparalleled in the world. No matter how hard an ordinary person practiced, it would be difficult for him to do so.  Reaching his realm is beyond human reach.

    But it was unbelievable that this girl, who had always been unknown and silent, could stop him. They felt that they were dreaming.

    Master Miejie stood with his sword in hand and did not take any action. He looked at the two flashes of light, one white and one green, and glanced at the disciples behind him. He sighed in his heart, such a good disciple does not belong to Emei!

    The two of them were running around the disciples of the Emei Sect. The dust was rising under Wei Yixiao's feet, and a puff of yellow smoke rose up, like a snake swimming around. However, Lin Xiaoqing was not disturbed by the dust and had no footprints. After a while, people noticed something strange, and for a while, they noticed something strange.  Her Qinggong is even more astonishing, it is simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.

    Seeing Wei Yixiao running endlessly, Lin Xiaoqing was a little impatient and snorted. Her body movements suddenly changed and her feet were already in use. When she landed, she was right in front of Wei Yixiao.

    Wei Yixiao struck out with his palm, but was knocked back by her Shuiyun Sleeve. His energy and blood were floating, but she remained calm, forcing Wei Yixiao to change direction. This happened every time. Five or six times like this, he would  Feeling like vomiting blood again.

    The lavender carriage stopped quietly behind everyone, and the four maroon-colored horses lowered their heads and gnawed on the sparse hay to kill their boredom.

    Xiao Yuesheng is lying on his side on the couch.??, supporting his neck with one hand, he was facing Li Ruoyun, the chessboard was placed in front of him, Li Ruoyun stood up with his arms and legs together, his body straight, dignified and elegant.

    He coughed lightly, and his voice was clear and carried far away.

    The sound of dry coughing directly spread out of the carriage and reached the ears of Bei Jinyi and Zhou Zhiruo. Their bright eyes lit up immediately, they looked at each other, nodded slightly, and suddenly flew up, like two spiritual swallows, coming gracefully and landing.  In front of Xin Ran and Yan Yuan.

    The slender palms were like carved from white jade, glowing with a warm luster in the sunlight. Slowly and slowly, they lightly touched their chests. Then the two women's delicate bodies swayed and returned to their original positions, as if they had not moved.

    As soon as they fell back to where they were, the sound of "bang" and "bang" suddenly sounded. Xin Ran and Yan Yuan flew up with a look of astonishment on their faces, full of disbelief, and then landed with a crash, making a sound.

    "The flag bearer!" "The flag bearer!"

    The screams kept ringing out, and the followers of the Fiery Flag Cult screamed one after another. In their eyes, the flag bearer was more important than the leader.

    The dust filled the air, and everyone in the Houtu Banner who had been hiding underground broke out of the sand one after another and crowded around Yan Yuan. The yellow flag unfolded, covering the Houtu Banner people in it, blocking the sight of outsiders.

    The two fell to the ground, and as soon as they were helped up, people saw blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, and their faces were as red as blood. They seemed to be drunk, their eyes were hazy, and they were already unconscious.

    Yan Yuan tried his best to support his eyelids and prevent himself from falling asleep. He firmly grabbed the deputy flag envoy beside him. His arms were trembling, his eyes widened, and he ordered with difficulty: "retreatretreat!"

    "Flag-bearer, is it okay?!" The deputy flag-bearer was a middle-aged man with a kind face, a taciturn look, and looked at Yan Yuan eagerly.

    ¡°¡­No¡­can¡¯t¡­be¡­ powerful¡­withdraw!¡± Yan Yuan spat out blood and spoke intermittently, but his eyes gradually became hazy, as if he had lost focus, and then he tilted his body and fainted.

    "Flagbearer!" Everyone was shocked.

    Someone who was calm hurriedly felt for his pulse, his face relaxed, and he shouted: "It doesn't matter, flag bearer, we need to get treatment as soon as possible!"

    "The envoy Yan Qi has an order. The enemy is powerful. Houtu Banner will retreat temporarily!" the deputy envoy of Houtu Banner shouted loudly while supporting Yan Yuan with one hand.

    The big yellow flag immediately flew up again, and the congregants began to shuttle around. It was dazzling to see, and only the big flag was fluttering.

    The same is true for the flaming flag on the other side. The big flag is fluttering and making a sound, and the people holding the flag are moving back and forth, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

    "Master, do you want to catch up?!" Jingxuan stepped forward and asked Master Miejie.

    In Jingxuan¡¯s view, at this moment, the two Mingjiao banners were leaderless, which should be the best opportunity to fight. Taking advantage of their retreat, they could cover up and kill them, which would definitely defeat them.

    Master Miejie's brilliance flashed, and he looked coldly at the crowd of thick earth flags that were slowly retreating. He slowly shook his head, and he could see that although they retreated, they were not messy and orderly. If they were to catch up, they would definitely  You will suffer a big loss.

    "You're such a handsome Qinggong girl, aren't you a disciple of the Emei sect?!" Wei Yixiao, the Green Winged Bat King, suddenly stopped and stopped competing with Lin Xiaoqing, having already admitted defeat.

    At this time, both the Liehuo Banner and the Houtu Banner had been removed, leaving only the Emei Sect, the Kunlun Sect, and the Shuiyun Sect, which surrounded Wei Yixiao. However, he showed no fear and had a calm expression on his face.  Put it in your eyes.

    "Little girl Lin Xiaoqing of the Shuiyun Sect!" Lin Xiaoqing's white gauze trembled slightly in front of her face, like ripples, and she laughed sweetly, her voice coquettish and indescribably seductive.

    "Shuiyunpai" Wei Yixiao murmured, then narrowed his eyes and laughed loudly: "Hey, no wonder, no wonder!"

    The name Shuiyun Sect was still fresh in his memory. The last time the top disciple of Shuiyun Sect married two leading disciples of Emei Sect, he heard the news and felt itchy, so he wanted to cause trouble. Unexpectedly, he encountered a tough opponent.  It was a shame, but it was an unprecedented shame.

    "My little lady is in a good mood today and I don't want to kill you you'd better go!" Lin Xiaoqing said softly, her voice still coquettish and alluring. Above the veil, her eyes were like a clear pool, with clear light flashing.

    Wei Yixiao's blood boiled, and he knew in his heart that if this woman really wanted to kill him, it would not be difficult with her Qinggong.

    "Today's love will be repaid in the future!" Wei Yixiao clasped his fists and turned into a line of green smoke, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

    Listening to other people's ears, Wei Yixiao was talking about the situation, and he had the intention of taking revenge in the future. Lin Xiaoqing smiled slightly. This Wei Yixiao was a person who could afford to let go. His grudges were quite clear. She knew that she had spared him.  Life.
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