Do I have another matter?

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Jiulian Mountain.

On a key road leading to the foot of the mountain.

Swish! Swish!

Several feathered arrows penetrated the airflow, making a sharp roar, and rushed towards them with great force.

A sharp and cold sword light lit up, and it flew like a horse. The feather arrow that was about to attack was drowned into the sword light. The sword light quickly swirled, and the feather arrow was immediately shattered into pieces.

Song Mingjing looked calmly at a valley ahead, his face fluttered without waves, his clothes were covered with wind, and he floated over like flying catkins.

There was no collision sound of weapons fighting, only the quick knife splitting the body at an extremely fast speed, and the slight sound like a crack in silk.

After several breaths, Song Mingjing returned to the knife and flew away, leaving only more than a dozen corpses of officers and soldiers behind him.

As Bai Mei's order was issued, all the important roads in Jiulian Mountain were closely controlled by officers and soldiers or Wudang disciples, and many nets of heaven and earth were arranged, and Shaolin disciples who were waiting for the escape to get into their pockets and fell into the trap.

However, this arrangement is not taken seriously by Song Mingjing.

If two thousand Qing soldiers, two or three hundred elite Wudang disciples joined forces and Bai Mei personally took charge, then Song Mingjing would retreat and no one dared to fight against him.

However, once the troops are scattered in various important roads of Jiulian Mountain, at most two or three hundred people are guarding each road. For Song Mingjing, whose skills are now greatly increased, it is almost useless.

If he had a head-on attack and wanted to defeat two, three hundred people might have to spend a lot of energy, but if he just broke through, it would be as easy as taking things out.

Walking down the rugged mountain road, Song Mingjing often taps his toes lightly, and glides several feet like a bird, falling lightly, and then comes out one more foot.

A moment later, when Song Mingjing was about to arrive at the foot of the mountain, there were fierce fighting sounds from the forest ahead, accompanied by the collision of weapons of "ding Ding Dangdang" and the howlings one after another.

Song Mingjing folded his body and rushed into the forest.

When they got closer, they looked at it intently and saw Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan, Wumei and others fighting with a group of officers and soldiers and Wudang disciples, and the battle was in a tragic and anxious manner.

Fang Shiyu and others discussed and faced the unfavorable situation of being caught in a jar and surrounding and annihilated, they had to choose one way to break through.

They all knew that if they were captured and killed again, the resurrection of Nan Shaolin would be far away. The family was destroyed and the enemy was killed, and the two sides were irreconcilable.

Even as a Buddhist disciple, he had red eyes at this time, and he had all the murderous thoughts, and he took action ruthlessly and decisively without any mercy.

However, there are only 30 people on the Shaolin side, while there are as many as 300 enemies. It is almost a difficult situation of one to take ten. Even if the Shaolin side has top experts like Wumei to support the formation, they will be entangled for a while and it will be difficult to break through the siege.

If only Wumei is the only one, she will have to escape, even if Baimei takes action personally, it will be difficult to keep her. But her relatives, friends and disciples are there, so she can't leave them alone!

From time to time, people on both sides fell to the ground with casualties, blood sprinkled, and gold and iron sounded, creating a music of death.

Song Mingjing did not hide his traces, and his arrival also attracted the attention of the Wudang people. However, the scene was chaotic at the moment, and he was dressed in Taoism. Although he was not Wudang's clothing, no one could take care of it for a while.

On the contrary, Wumei, Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan and others caught a glimpse of Song Mingjing, their faces changed and they called it awful.

Song Mingjing killed Li Bashan with one sword, which ruled out that he was in the Wudang camp.

But at the same time, for Shaolin, he is also an enemy, not a friend!

Wumei once fought with Song Mingjing and knew that the latter was very good at martial arts. Once the other party intervened in dealing with Shaolin, it would be very likely that the entire army would be wiped out this time.

The next moment, Wumei no longer worried that Song Mingjing would take action!

I heard the sound of "Hula Hula" like a strong wind, flying sand and stones, and a figure of a white robe shot out extremely quickly, and the sleeves of the robe were swaying and rolled out.

Bang bang!

The two muffled sounds were almost indistinguishable. The chests of the two Shaolin disciples who were blocking the white robe on their way were sunken, as if they were hit by a heavy hammer, and they flew backwards.

"Fang Shiyu, Official Hong Xi... You Shaolin Remnants have escaped here, Humph! Since I have arrived, I see where else can you escape?"

The white eyebrows finally arrived!

His body floated like a wind warding on the air, light as a feather, slowly descending from mid-air.

A pair of white eyebrows flew into the temples, her head was covered with white hair and raised lightly. She looked down at everyone from a high place, and she really had the spirit of an immortal descending to earth and being the only one I am.

However, he pinched the orchid fingers with his hands and applied vermilion on his lips, and his voice was also neither yin nor yang, adding a bit of a weird and evil atmosphere.

However, Bai Mei's appearance did shock everyone present. Both sides stopped for a moment and looked at Bai Mei.

"Meet Master, Master's magical skills are invincible in the world!"

Wudang disciples all left the battle circle, knelt on one knee, and shouted loudly.

The officers and soldiers also bowed and shouted with great tribute.

Fang Shiyu pointed at Baimei and shouted: "Baimei, you old monster, I want to kill you."

"Hahaha!"

The white-eyed Taoist let out a disdainful sneer, pinched the orchid fingers, and looked towards Fang Shiyu with slightly raised fingertips, and said in a feminine tone: "Boy, last time, the old guy Zhishan tried his best to protect you, so you escaped by luck. This time, let's see how you escape from my palm."

Master Wumei stretched out his hand and pressed the restless Fang Shiyu, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice: "Bai Mei, you were originally a disciple of Shaolin. When you rebel, you won't say that you will be a different sect. Now you are killing me, Shaolin, and you can be said to be full of conscience and unforgivable! Are you not afraid of the justice of the martial arts world and the right way to attack the martial arts world?"

"Absolute and righteous way? Wumei, are you stupid when you eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name? The so-called success, kings and defeated bandits, the strong are respected. Today, I will destroy you, Nan Shaolin, and kill you in Songshan Shaolin in the future... By then, I will be the leader of Wudang, and I want to see who dares to disobey this martial arts world?"

Bai Mei reached out and held the void, as if she had grabbed all the heroes in the world in her palms, and waved to the Wudang disciples and officers and soldiers.

"You all retreat. These people will take action and prepare them!"

"yes!"

Wudang respectfully accepted the order, but Wumei, Fang Shiyu and others were on guard, their muscles were tight, and they were extremely alert.

They all knew very well that once Bai Mei took action, she would be thunderous and unpredictable. Maybe today would be their last battle.

In this suffocating atmosphere, an inappropriate applause came out, and only one person chuckled: "The Taoist priest wants to lead the heroes and dominate the martial arts world. Have you asked Song if he has any opinions?"

Wumei, Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan and others looked back in surprise, looked at Song Mingjing, and their faces were full of surprise.

Bai Mei glanced at her indifferently, pinched her fingers and snorted coldly: "Another ignorant boy, you dare not accept me?"
Chapter completed!