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Part 2 Yitian Chapter 210 See you again

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    Chapter 210 See you again

    Looking at Wei Yixiao's slowly disappearing figure, Bei Jinyi was a little puzzled and looked at the elegant Lin Xiaoqing: "Junior sister Lin, so many people have been killed, why don't you take the opportunity to get rid of this devil?"

    "Alas¡ª¡ª!" Lin Xiaoqing shook her head, sighed, and said helplessly: "Senior brother won't let me, He said that he would kill here and there without any end, so it's better to keep it to deal with Yuan Gou."

    The two women understood a little and remembered what their husbands usually said. As the main force in fighting back against the imperial court, the Mingjiao was indeed more powerful than the six sects. Their five-element flag was on the battlefield, but their elite soldiers were far from the six sects.  His disciples are comparable.

    "Alas¡ª¡ª!" Zhou Zhiruo also sighed sweetly, glanced at the corpses, and shook her head slightly: "They lost their lives in vain"

    To these people, they sympathize, pity, and also have a bit of sorrow for the rabbit to die and the fox to die. People in the martial arts fight to the death, but the end is nothing more than this!  Human life is really as thin as paper

    Unable to avenge these people, I always felt uncomfortable. Even Lin Xiaoqing's palms itched, and she wanted to step forward, catch up with Wei Yixiao, kill him, and then destroy the Ming Cult.

    "It's just the order of the senior brother, but you have to listen to it. The senior brother has deep meaning in doing things. Maybe the senior brother wants to borrow a knife to kill someone and let him die in the fight with Yuan Gou."

    Lin Xiaoqing thought for a while, dazed for a while, and appeared on the other side of the small sand dune. She stretched out her palms from her sleeves and slowly pushed out towards the sand dune.

    Her palms are white and beautiful, which arouses people's imagination. It makes people want to hold them in their hands and caress them carefully.

    The top of the sand dune shook for a moment, and Bei Zhou, a girl named Bingxue, was smart and immediately understood what she was thinking. She flew to her side and pushed out two palms to help her.

    There was a "boom", and the sand dunes seemed to have been cut by a huge sharp blade. They were neat and clean. The tops of the dunes flew up flat and turned into flying sand. They fell on the corpses, covering their bodies and burying them.  Under the sand, although it is just a piece of grass, it can be regarded as being buried in peace.

    Not far away, Yin Liting, Miejie Shitai and others were flying over. They saw the feats of Lin Xiaoqing and the others from a distance, and couldn't help but be stunned.

    Although Yin Liting knew that the martial arts of Shuiyun Sect was extremely powerful, he never thought that a delicate woman like Lin Xiaoqing could have such strong internal strength, which was simply not like a mortal.

    Coming to the three women who were standing silently, Master Jiejie¡¯s robes were fluttering and he asked, "Who are these people?"

    Bei Jinyi turned around, walked forward, and shook her head: "It must be another gang in the Central Plains. I don't know how they got wind of it."

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Master Tai¡¯s eyebrows were raised slightly, his face was stern, and he was very unhappy. Except for the six sects, no other gangs were notified of the attack on Guangmingding this time. Somehow, the news was leaked. No wonder they were constantly ambushed!

    Lin Xiaoqing stood silently for a long time, turned around, looked around with bright eyes, found a huge stone, stretched out her delicate jade fingers, and wrote a few words on it as a tombstone.

    This is a rectangular bluestone that has weathered the storm but remains strong. Under her jade fingers, it is as soft as tofu. The stone powder rustles down, and the words are written in one go, seemingly effortlessly.

    Thanks to Xiao Yuesheng forcing them to practice calligraphy, Lin Xiaoqing's handwriting is beautiful and graceful. The words are engraved on them, five inches deep, as if they were carved with a sledgehammer.

    Jingxuan on the side quietly touched the stone, secretly astonished in his heart. Even with a sword, he could only make shallow marks on such a hard stone. He could carve such deep writing with his finger strength. The depth of his inner strength was truly incredible.  Amazing.

    After standing in front of the stone monument for a long time, they continued to set off. After walking for a day, they suddenly saw a blue flame in the sky.

    "It's my Wudang sect who encountered an enemy!" Yin Liting said hurriedly.

    Miejie Shitai waved his hand and everyone accelerated, heading straight to the northwest.

    After climbing over a sand dune, there was an open area in front of us, which looked like a basin. Two groups of people were confronting each other, each with about a hundred people. There was a gap in the middle, but they were two people fighting each other. It was not a melee between a large group of people, which made Wen Yubing greatly relieved.  Take a breath.

    Master Miejie suddenly let out a clear whistle, jumped off his horse, performed Qinggong, and galloped away in that direction with lightning speed.

    Emei sent everyone to follow this method, jumped off their horses and followed him. They stepped on the floating cloud steps and tried their best to catch up with Master Miejie.

    "Kongtong and the Huashan sect are here too!" Bei Jinyi and Zhou Zhiruo whispered. They had been walking beside Master Jue, closely behind Jingxuan, and on the other side were Wen Yubing and Lin Xiaoqing.

    "Well, the only thing left is Shaolin." Zhou Zhiruo replied softly. They have profound skills. Even if they use Qinggong, they still don't delay talking.

    In the blink of an eye, they were approaching. The two people who took action were a handsome young man.??, and the other is a middle-aged man with a haggard face, all using swordsmanship.

    Song Yuanqiao, the great disciple of the Wudang Sect, looked away and hurriedly walked over to greet him with fists clasped, followed by the leaders of the Kongtong and Huashan sects.

    Wen Yubing and Lin Xiaoqing were both covered in white gauze and looked very charming. Tang Wenliang, who was in Kongtong, did not recognize them and thought they were Emei's secret disciples who had no interest in world affairs. He only glanced at them and did not dare to be too rude, so he said no more.  look.

    Among the disciples of the Huashan School, Yue Jingting and Song Yuting were among them. During this period of time, to outsiders, Yue Jingting, who had always been dull, seemed to suddenly have an enlightenment. His swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, and he was able to catch up from behind, which was shocking.

    Song Yuting has been with him all the time, and her sword skills have been greatly improved. The two of them have become outstanding among the disciples, so this time, despite the danger, Huashan headmaster Xian Yutong still took them with him.

    Although such a big event is dangerous, it is also a rare experience, which is rare even if it happens once in a lifetime. It can train people the most.

    Yue Jingting and Song Yuting had lived in Shuiyun Sect for a few days. Although Wen Yubing and Lin Xiaoqing wore veils, they exuded a unique style. They recognized them at a glance and were busy bowing in the crowd.

    Wen Yubing and Lin Xiaoqing also saw them, they just nodded lightly to accept their courtesy and said nothing.

    Song Yuting was very clever. When she saw this situation, she grabbed her senior brother. Yue Jingting was about to go over and pay a formal visit. Otherwise, he felt uneasy and wanted to ask if Xiao Yuesheng was here.

    People from the Kongtong sect did not recognize Wen Yubing and the others, but people from the Wudang sect recognized them at a glance and greeted them one after another, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

    Yu Daiyan couldn¡¯t help but chuckle and said: ¡°Headmaster Wen, why can¡¯t Mr. Xiao be seen?!¡±

    "He is greedy and indolent, and he is in the carriage behind!" Wen Yubing seemed to turn a blind eye to his enthusiasm and answered lightly.

    Yu Daiyan couldn't help but smile and looked back. Facing Wen Yubing, who had his face covered, he could feel more at ease. Otherwise, under her full gaze, he would feel dizzy and he would not be able to remember what he said afterwards.

    Tang Wenliang's expression changed, and he finally knew Wen Yubing's identity, but in front of so many people, he couldn't say more, so he had to bury his hatred in his heart and pretend not to know him.

    Master Miejie was too intolerant of small talk, so he just clasped his fists and said a few words, then ignored them. He looked at the two people in the field, frowned and asked Song Yuanqiao: "Master Song, is that the Sky Eagle Sect?"

    "It's the Tianying Cult that made Master laugh." Song Yuanqiao clasped his fists and looked at the handsome young man in the field, his expression filled with kindness.

    "Oh¡ª¡ª?!" Master Miejie's eyes flashed, and he looked at the handsome young man in the field, and recognized it, but it was Song Qingshu, the son of Song Yuanqiao.

    The last time, Song Qingshu went to Emei in person to deliver a message. Master Jue met him once, but she didn't see how good his swordsmanship was. Now it seems that he is worthy of being a disciple of a famous family. Although his temperament is a bit different, his airs are not bad, and he is faintly  Everyone's style.

    Song Yuanqiao felt happy when he saw Master Miejie's head slightly tilted. He knew that Master Miejie was arrogant and arrogant, and it was difficult for anyone to catch her. It was really rare for Qingshu to get her nod.

    Zhang Songxi looked calm, looked away from the two fighting people in the field, glanced at the people of the Emei Sect, and couldn't help but ask: "Is the trip going well, Master?"

    Master Miejie looked at the field and shook his head slightly: "I met the Five Elements Flag and fought two battles."

    These words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Zhang Songxi was slightly surprised and glanced at the disciples of the Emei Sect again. He didn't see any difference in their expressions. It didn't look like they had lost their hands.

    With the sound of "dang", the sound of gold and iron clashed, and the swords of the two fighting men intersected. Then the sword light suddenly brightened, and the shots became faster, and the sound of "dang-dang" was heard endlessly.

    "It's not good" Yu Daiyan turned his head, took a look, and couldn't help but shake his head, not very optimistic about Song Qingshu.

    Although Wudang also has fast swords, they are best at hiding needles in cotton and attacking later, which seems to slow down the actual illness and give people the illusion that the essence of Wudang swordsmanship is lost in such a violent storm as Song Qingshu's.

    Although Yu Daiyan has been bedridden for many years and can only practice internal skills, his eyesight is still there, not even inferior to that of Song Yuanqiao and the others. He has nothing to do, so he passes the time by studying martial arts in his mind, concentrating on it, and over time, he becomes extraordinary.

    Song Yuanqiao also saw it, looking worried, but he couldn't take action, so he could only worry.

    The middle-aged man swung his long sword horizontally, and Song Qingshu stabbed him directly in the face. He was fierce and full of energy. He was knocked by the opponent's sword. The force on the sword was weird. It was the word "shock". He was caught off guard and the long sword hit him.  He couldn't help but swerve, and his body couldn't help but rush forward.

    With a "chi" sound, the long sword slashed through the air, as fast as lightning, and in an instant it was in front of Song Qingshu's neck, trying to cut his throat and kill him with one sword.
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