Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 372 Melee
The island breeze carried the yellow maple leaves, making them flutter in the sky. The basin was open and covered with maple leaves, but there was not a single bird or animal. Even the animals could sense the depressing and dangerous atmosphere nearby by instinct.

Whoosh————

There was no sound in the basin except for a little wind. It was eerily quiet. The three groups of people all had their weapons in hand, ready to go.

Zhao Wumian's side naturally has the advantage in terms of numbers, but Mo Jingxue, Guiyi, Shamantian, no matter which name is released into the martial arts world, it can make the martial arts world tremble... Not to mention that Shamantian is a figure as famous as Wudamu. Even if he is not in his prime now due to his injuries, he is probably the most difficult one among them.

boom!
But they came to the island for the Nine Bells, not just a fight to the death... The Taoist Guiyi was closest to the stone slab in the underground palace, and was the first to attack. He raised his palm and pressed it down. Before his palm touched the stone slab, the strong wind instantly blew the maple leaves near the stone slab into powder. He shouted:

"Hold them!"

Mo Jingxue was worried that destroying the stone slab would trigger some mechanism, which was indeed reasonable, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He could still act according to circumstances if he entered the underground palace first. Otherwise, it would be a reckless act to focus on fighting to the death outside.

This action was the fuse. The dead silence in the field froze for a moment, and then suddenly moved.

Choke————

Zhao Wumian and the other two were on the outskirts of the basin, relatively far away, but everyone on the scene only saw a flash of knife light flash before their eyes, and in the blink of an eye it crossed over from the mound, and a line of stunning light went straight towards Guiyi Zhenren.

Mo Jingxue's eyes focused, and when the ceremonial sword was about three inches out, he saw Shamantian on the side lightly snapping his fingers with his hand hidden under his cloak.

hum!
The drizzle between the two of them suddenly swirled to both sides along an invisible trace and came towards Mo Jingxue in an instant.

clang--

Sparks flew from the sharp blade, and the impact force dispersed in all directions, creating a hole in the rain curtain in front of Mo Jingxue. He couldn't help but take a step back, frowning. Shamantian obviously didn't want to be overtaken by them, so after judging the situation, he helped Zhao Wumian delay for a while.

As my mind raced, I suddenly heard a woman scream, "Be careful!"

This was not said to Mo Jingxue, but Shamantian disappeared from the spot at some point, and appeared beside Zhao Wumian in the blink of an eye. He snorted coldly and swung his palm down.

This palm is not as powerful as that of an ordinary martial arts master, but the internal energy accumulated in the palm is likely to turn an ordinary person into a bloody mist with ease. It is obvious that the energy is condensed in one place without any leakage.

Even though Mo Jingxue did not stand on the side of Zhao Wumian, she couldn't help but curse in her heart, "Fuck it!" These Tartars from the grassland are so cruel, Zhao Wumian is probably in trouble.

The Tartar saw that the two of them were blocking the way and he had no chance to enter the underground palace first to seize the initiative, so he decided to take advantage of the chaos to launch a feint attack on him first, and then use this opportunity to cripple Zhao Wumian.

Obviously, in Shamantian's heart, Zhao Wumian is a greater threat than Guiyi and Mo Jingxue.

Thinking of this, Mo Jingxue was immediately annoyed, but the most feared thing in the competition for martial arts champion was a sneak attack. In Mo Jingxue's mind, Zhao Wumian would suffer a loss even if he didn't die. But the next moment, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

There was a sudden murderous intent beside him, but Zhao Wumian had already mastered the sword skill to perfection and never let his guard down. For Wudamu's sake, he raised Shamantian's alert level to the highest level.

Therefore, as soon as Shamantian made his move, Zhao Wumian twisted the handle of the knife violently, and the blade formed a right angle in the air. He turned around and slashed at Shamantian's palm. As a result, a sound of metal clashing rang in his ears.

clang---

Sparks flew from the palms and the blade, but not a single feeling of touching the flesh reached the hands. However, the powerful energy actually penetrated into the bodies of the two men. From the perspective of others, as soon as Shamantian appeared beside Zhao Wumian, the two of them instantly turned into two black shadows and smashed in the opposite direction.

Wipe————

Zhao Wumian held the knife in his backhand and thrust it into the ground. His boots and the blade dug out three grooves in the yellow maple ground. The cloak was pressed tightly against his back due to the force. His right hand holding the knife felt slightly numb, as if a crouching dragon or a crouching tiger was half-crouching on the ground.

To the naked eye, it looked like Shaman Tian had practiced hard qigong, and his muscles, bones and skin were indestructible, a bit like Jiang Bai, the former retainer of King Jin. But in fact, Zhao Wumian only felt that it was a clash of swords, extremely sharp.

It is like gathering the inner energy that has been condensed to the extreme in the palm of your hand, as if thousands of tiny blades are across your skin, and your entire body is covered with weapons.

It sounds simple, but as a warrior himself, Zhao Wumian couldn't help but be shocked. He had never thought that someone could practice internal energy to such a level, and he couldn't figure out how it was done... But immediately afterwards, he was extremely excited!
All the previous guesses were just guesses, but now that they are facing each other face to face, they know that Shamantian’s ability is definitely not a rumor... So as long as they can dig out the secret of Shamantian’s condensed inner energy, Xiao Yuanmu will be saved!
Shamantian landed lightly on the ground, looking very elegant, but his sleeves were shattered by the energy, revealing his forearm. There was no bloody wound, not even a bruise... He felt that this move alone was enough to show the difference in strength between him and Zhao Wumian.

Zhao Wumian couldn't even break his defense, and he still wanted to fight him? But at a glance, Zhao Wumian's expression did not show any fear or gloom. Instead, his eyes were shining and his expression was pleasantly surprised, as if he had mistaken him for a Jin Boshan furnace.

?

Shamantian felt puzzled, but more of a chill as if he was looked down upon by Zhao Wumian. He flicked his fingers, and a deep groove suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him. It had a smooth cross-section and pressed towards Zhao Wumian in the blink of an eye.

Whoosh whoosh————

His mind flashed, but Zhao Wumian had just stopped and had not yet had time to draw his sword. He remained half-squatting on the ground when a sharp sound of breaking air suddenly came from beside him. Two afterimages, one in front and one behind, left two extremely long grooves on Zhao Wumian's side.

It was Empress Canghua and Xiao Lengyue, but Zhao Wumian had his wife beside him.

Xiao Lengyue drew his sword from its sheath, and saw a spark flying in the air. He blocked the air blade, and then the boundless sword force pressed towards Shamantian.

"Lo God..."

Shamantian was not an old monster who hid in the grassland all day and didn't care about worldly affairs. He had heard of the name of Luoshen, but he never thought that this martial arts champion from the Central Plains who had long retired from the world was actually the woman next to Zhao Wumian, and they seemed to have a close relationship.

After staying in the East China Sea for some time, he had also heard the rumors about Zhao Wumian... It turned out that they were not rumors. This guy really was a man of fine clothes, a fast horse, and beautiful women with swords. Wherever he went, he was accompanied by beautiful women, but few of these beauties were just vases.

There are only two or three women in the world who can connect heaven and earth. It is impossible that all of them are involved with Zhao Wumian... Even with Shamantian's temperament, he couldn't help but find it interesting to think about this.

On the other side, Master Guiyi pressed his palm on the stone slab, and the energy surged, instantly knocking the Qingxu sword that was stuck on it away. However, Guiyi felt like he was hitting iron and stone. There was not even a trace of crack on the surface of the stone slab, but instead made Guiyi's palm feel a little numb.

Guiyi couldn't help but be surprised. With his martial arts skills, even a piece of iron or stone would be crushed into powder by a single palm strike... Something was wrong!
He guessed that this was probably related to the inlaid gold Boshan furnace, which was obviously specially made by the Zhubei Alliance based on its characteristics.

But how did Zhao Wumian's sword stick into it? It's inexplicable. Can this stone slab recognize people? Have you become a spirit?

Before he could think more, the Qingxu sword that he had slapped away was suddenly grasped by a bare hand. The hilt was twisted, and the sword pointed several times in the air with murderous intent. Several holes appeared in the rain curtain with a "hiss", pointing directly at the vital points of Gui Yi's body.

Lady Canghua is proficient in all kinds of weapons and has a profound foundation. There is no weapon that she does not know how to use. At this moment, she attacked with hatred and murderous aura so intense that the flying yellow maples around her seemed to freeze.

Guiyi was so frightened by the murderous aura that his hair stood on end. He originally wanted to bend down and pat the ground, but at this moment he suddenly jumped up, turned around hastily, and unsheathed the Tai Chi sword at his waist. After a few crisp "clang clang" sounds, he stepped back and prepared to pull, but Zhao Wumian did not give him this opportunity.

He rose from the ground, broke through the rain, and approached Taoist Guiyi almost at the same time with Lady Canghua. His skin turned red, and a faint white gas dissipated from his body, leaving several white lines behind him. The blade twisted violently and swept across Guiyi's neck, blocking his retreat.

There are six people on the field, and three of them are on Zhao Wumian's side. If they don't use their numbers to bully the opponent first, wouldn't they just lose their numerical advantage?

But Mo Jingxue and Guiyi Zhenren also knew that Zhao Wumian had the advantage in numbers. If they did not cover each other at this moment but instead stood by and watched, Zhao Wumian would only be able to dominate.

A hint of sneer flashed in Mo Jingxue's eyes, and the knife flashed and hit Zhao Wumian in front of him.

"OK!"

Whether it is Mo Jingxue or Guiyi Zhenren, if it is one-on-one, Zhao Wumian will suffer tremendous pressure. Even if he can win, it will be a miserable victory. At this moment, Mo Jingxue is covering him with a sword. If Zhao Wumian does not change his tactics, he will definitely be injured.

"drink!"

But who would have thought that Zhao Wumian's eyes would instantly turn blood red, and his momentum would increase rapidly. He would swipe past Guiyi's neck and make a bright half circle in the air, and then slam heavily on the ceremonial sword. At the same time, he stepped on the ground with one leg, twisted his body violently, and raised his long boots like a long whip. The yellow maple ground under Zhao Wumian's feet could not withstand this terrifying force and instantly sank.

clang! boom!
Sparks appeared on the place where Mo Jingxue's sword was, his arm was slightly numb, and he was shocked. Even Guiyi Zhenren did not expect that Zhao Wumian would have the time to give him a scorpion tail blow under the force of Mo Jingxue's sword. He felt a sudden numbness on the side of his face, and his eyes went black, and he was knocked away.

Losing balance in a fight of this level would be tantamount to exposing one's flaws. Lady Canghua's beautiful eyes turned extremely cold. She stomped her embroidered shoes on the ground and stabbed Guiyi in the heart with a sword.

Guiyi is worthy of being the number one in the righteous path. Even though he lost his balance, he raised his palm and slapped the side of the sword steadily, twisting the angle and just barely penetrating the shoulder, nailing it to the ground.

It was a horrible sight for the leader of the righteous path to be nailed to the ground.

In the situation on the field, Guiyi was the only one who had exposed a flaw. Everyone present was experienced and there was no need for them to communicate. Xiao Lengyue forced Shamantian back with a knife and then suddenly turned around. In the blink of an eye, he came to Guiyi's side, spun like the wind, held the knife with both hands and pressed down heavily, chopping directly at his neck.

No matter how powerful Guiyi's martial arts were, he couldn't help but break out in cold sweats under such an intense siege. They were all martial arts masters, and even if they were strong, they were limited. The only way they could do was to cut off their own arms, and with a ruthless look in their eyes, they actually rolled over.

The shoulder pierced by the long sword was instantly covered in blood. Fortunately, the Qingxu Sword was a magical weapon. If it was blunter, half of the shoulder would have been pulled out.

But this also bought Guiyi a glimmer of hope. He dodged Xiao Lengyue's sword by a hair's breadth, slammed the ground with his palm, and flew sideways to create distance.

Just with this injury to his shoulder, it was obvious that the old Taoist priest would not be able to use his arm again in a short period of time.

At the same time, Zhao Wumian kicked Guiyi away and wanted to chase him together, but Mo Jingxue had already pressed forward with a knife, preventing him from escaping.

Ding ding ding——————

In just a moment, several sparks burst out in front of Zhao Wumian and Mo Jingxue, and ordinary people could not see the power of the sword at all.

Zhao Wumian's swordsmanship is undoubtedly the best in the martial arts world, but no one knows what kind of drugs Mo Jingxue took, and his physique, speed and reaction are much better than Zhao Wumian. Even if it is impossible to decide the winner with these alone, it will be impossible to tell who is better in a short period of time.

At this moment, Shamantian suddenly appeared behind Zhao Wumian like a ghost, sneered, and slapped him again.

As early as when he was fortune-telling, he knew that Zhao Wumian should not be underestimated. If there was a chance to kill him with a slap, he would do it even if it meant getting injured.

Mo Jingxue frowned. Although he could see the situation clearly and knew that Shamantian's move was also beneficial to him, it seemed as if he was teaming up with Shamantian at the moment, which made Mo Jingxue feel a little nauseous... A mere grassland Tartar was worthy of cooperating with him...

Zhao Wumian thought about relying on the numerical advantage to defeat a general on the opposite side first. Although Shaman Tian, ​​Mo Jingxue and others were not in the same group, the principle of forming alliances was self-evident, and Zhao Wumian had anticipated this.

He had already squeezed out 120% of his body's potential. He chopped Mo Jingxue in half with a knife, turned around suddenly, clenched his fist with one hand, and shouted, "Hah!"

boom!
Before the two came into contact, the raging fist wind had already lifted the grass on the ground, revealing the hard stone bricks of the underground palace under their feet, with a huge momentum.

Xiao Lengyue turned back hastily, her heart pounding. You have to know that Zhao Wumian had thrown a hasty punch at this moment, and there was no way he could be a match for Shamantian in a head-on fight. With this punch, at least one of his arms would be broken.

Empress Canghua didn't even bother to chase after the enemy who had hastily distanced himself from her master's killer, and hurried back to defend, her heart in her throat.

There was a loud 'bang' and the surrounding yellow maple trees were instantly turned into powder by the strong wind. The sharp internal energy that escaped caused countless scratches on the surrounding ground, as if thousands of swords had swept through it.

Shamantian had been accumulating this palm power for a long time, and his body did not even shake.

But as he expected, Zhao Wumian's arm should have been broken into a knot, and his fist was cut into a bloody mess by his scattered internal energy, but his body was as solid as steel and iron, as steady as Mount Tai.

Shamantian frowned, and a hint of surprise appeared in the depths of his eyes. He saw a trace of blood flowing from the corner of Zhao Wumian's mouth. He smiled at him with blood between his teeth.

"This palm is so soft, and you have internal energy but no strength... Shamantian, you are seriously injured."

Shamantian was indeed seriously injured. The hidden injury from that year had not yet healed, and he had revealed the secrets of heaven many times in divination recently, which caused him to suffer backlash. But even so, it was not something that Zhao Wumian, a warrior who didn't even have the bridge to communicate between heaven and earth, could withstand, right?
Shamantian's mind raced as he saw Zhao Wumian's bloody hand suddenly pull his wrist with his backhand and pull it inward with force. With his other hand, he sheathed the knife, raised his hand and clenched his fist. His forearm muscles tensed, and the punch was so powerful that it overwhelmed the wind and rain and hit Shamantian in the face.

"ridiculous."

Shamantian's eyes were slightly cold and he was proud. Even when his arm was pulled he had no intention of struggling. He sneered and raised his right hand to meet the attack again.

boom!
Zhao Wumian's fist was bloody again under the breath of a knife. Zhao Wumian's expression remained unchanged and his eyes were cold. He grabbed Shamantian's wrist again and stepped forward with his knee. He jumped high and suddenly smashed his knee upwards towards Shamantian's jaw!
Boom!
The dull sound like that of a bell making Shamantian's ears buzz instantly, and his whole body leaned back and almost flew out. His internal energy was condensed, and he had the effect of external strength, making it almost impossible to break through the defense, but the energy was actually falling on him, so it was impossible for him to have no reaction at all.

But Zhao Wumian grabbed Shamantian's arms, so he had no chance to fly backwards to escape. His eyes immediately became colder, his legs slid forward, and his body seemed to lie on his back, and he also hit Zhao Wumian's forearm with his knee.

Zhao Wumian let go and dodged sideways, clasped his fists, with his forearms vertical, as if lunging forward, and suddenly smashed down with an elbow!

boom!
There was not a single crack on the tiles of the underground palace, but the collar of Shamantian's clothes on his back was cracked inch by inch, and he actually bounced on the ground.

"Cough cough..." Shamantian's face suddenly turned red, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood towards the sky. It was obvious that his old injury was affected.

Zhao Wumian's elbow was already covered in blood, obviously injured by Shamantian's internal energy... Just like a fucking hedgehog!
But being injured, Zhao Wumian was obviously aroused by the grassland Rong man. His eyes were red and he raised his hands to support the ground, as if he was lying on the ground and kicking a football, and kicked Shamantian's raised forearm heavily.

thump—

There was a loud bang when the two of them made casual contact. The surrounding soil had already exploded and turned into powder, which was blown away by the wind. Shamantian shot out like a feather arrow, leaving a very deep groove in the yellow maple ground.

Zhao Wumian inevitably slid back several feet under the reaction force. When he was about to raise his hand to grab the ground to relieve the force, he hit a groove instead.

He was slightly stunned, but saw Queen Canghua suddenly appear behind him, and the back of his head hit something soft. Before he could think about it, Queen Canghua helped him up and he looked sideways.

Mo Jingxue did not join Shamantian in encircling and suppressing Zhao Wumian. It was obvious that she disdained to cooperate and help the Rong people. She just held down Xiao Lengyue with her sword.

Taoist Guiyi's face was pale. He had kept a long distance between them but to his surprise no one was chasing him. He looked a little stunned, but then he realized that Zhao Wumian and the others were all infatuated and would not ignore each other. So he stuffed a pill into his mouth and rushed over here.

Shamantian was kicked so far away by him that he didn't know how many feet away. He still hadn't completely recovered from the kick...

"Come!" Zhao Wumian made a prompt decision and shouted to Xiao Lengyue. Xiao Lengyue immediately forced Mo Jingxue away with a knife, flew backwards, and came to Zhao Wumian's side.

Before she could ask a few more questions, she suddenly felt something empty under her feet and she lost her balance. Zhao Wumian hugged her waist and she fell down. She was stunned and everything in front of her was dark.

Mo Jingxue watched the three people suddenly fall, a little surprised, and hurried forward, but saw that the stone slab that Gui Yi couldn't break with one palm was now wide open...

Zhao Wumian has the last token! ?

It's broken! This guy has the four colored glaze jades, so it's too easy for him to get the wrong gold Boshan furnace. There must be other exits in the underground palace. We must not let Zhao Wumian escape with the nine bells.

Mo Jingxue didn't have time to think about it and jumped down immediately.

Hou Guiyi and Shamantian arrived almost at the same time. One of them had blood gushing out of his shoulder and one of his arms was broken. The clothes on the upper body of another had long been turned into rags, and there was an obvious shoe print on his muscular upper body.

It looks so miserable no matter how you look at it.

The two men looked at each other, suppressed the urge to attack each other, and jumped down almost at the same time.

(End of this chapter)