Meng Xiaoan exhaled, then held his breath and concentrated all the energy in his body into his fists. Then, with a loud shout, he punched out with his fists at lightning speed.

The big raindrops were actually knocked away by Meng Xiaoan's fierce punch.

At this moment, Meng Xiaoan felt as if a volcano was erupting in his heart. Yes, the person who invented Tang Quan must have figured it out in the rain.

Meng Xiaoan was very energetic and played Tang Quan from beginning to end in the heavy rain.

Withdrawing his hands, Meng Xiaoan looked straight ahead, feeling surprisingly calm this time.

Meng Xiaoan suddenly turned around and said, "Master, you are here."

Bronze appeared behind Meng Xiaoan, showing a satisfied smile.

Meng Xiaoan asked, "Master, your smile encourages me a lot, but you rarely smile at me.

Bronze said: "Xiao An, it seems that you have realized a lot of Tang Fist's punches. The person who founded Tang Fist did realize it in the rain, and it can only exert its greatest power in the rain. But now you should talk to

I'll go there."

Meng Xiaoan asked: "Where to go?"

Bronze said faintly: "Go and see Lei Pili. If possible, take action."

Meng Xiaoan asked in surprise: "What happened to him?" In fact, he was happy inside. If Lei Pili died, there would be one less opponent. Bronze said: "Xiao An, don't be too happy. If Lei Pili dies, the Dragon Gang will

It will also fall apart." Meng Xiaoan found it extremely strange that with Lei Pili's super skill, he was actually attacked. This was a rare sight in hundreds of years. He was curious about who made Lei Pili so injured.

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Bronze said: "It was people from Japan who came to assassinate Lei Pili."

Meng Xiaoan felt strange and said: "Why did the Japanese want to kill him?"

Bronze said: "I will answer this question for you later, let's go there first."

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Lei Pili looked at Miyamoto standing with a cold expression and smiled, with a deep coldness in his smile: "Xue, have you ever heard of taking a person's head thousands of miles away?"

Lei Pili and Xue first went to Zhejiang, and then took a train from Zhejiang back to Yunnan. When they walked out of the train station, they saw Miyamoto Yoko blocking their way. He was a disciple of Japan's top master Aso Qiao. Naturally,

He has heard of Lei Pili's name, but for his arrogant age, Lei Pili's name has become history. He led the Yin and Yang mages behind him to stop Lei Pili and Xue, with only one purpose: to invite them

Go to a place. Naturally, he has already been prepared to compete with him.

"Thousands of miles away, to take someone's head?" Miyamoto smiled and said, "Oh, I really want to see how you took my head?" He carried a long bow and five golden beams on his back.

arrow.

Xue calmed down and said: "Master, are you going to start a killing spree?" She was actually looking forward to it. After all, the master has not gone on a killing spree for many years.

"Give me the knife and teach you a move."

Xue handed the knife to Lei Pili.

Miyamoto Yoko's expression remained unchanged. He also wanted to see what amazing abilities this man whom Toyotomi said was so awesome had.

"See clearly, this is a one-stroke slash." Lei Pili turned his back to Xue, drew his sword, waved his shoulders, and swung his arm - chop!

Everyone present, including Miyamoto Heng, clearly saw his movements, which were as natural and natural as flowing water in the mountains. This sword seemed to produce a soft momentum, from the moment the thunderbolt took out the sword to the completion of the final blow.

, every Yin Yang Master did not feel the slightest threat, it was like watching a sword dance, a flawless performance, just staring blankly at the non-hostile but fierce sword light in the void.

Burst out, pause in the air, and dissipate before your eyes.

A domineering yet seemingly empty sword energy fills the air. There is clearly a dance-like rhythm in the sword's intention, which makes people appreciate it, makes people feel excited, makes people's blood rush, and makes people feel happy.

Heart-wrenching...

"There is nothing better than killing someone with one sword and taking their head."

The curve of the corner of Lei Pili's mouth was dark and cold.

The wind blew slowly, and a few hairs in front of Miyamoto's bangs fell to pieces.

"What a sword, what a sword." Miyamoto Heng expressed his inner respect and praise. The light of the sword gave people a leisurely stroll, but it also implied the fighting spirit of a thunderous blow. In Miyamoto Heng's eyes, that sword was like

Lei Pili's fighting spirit at this time was intense and high.

Lei Pili raised his head and looked at Miyamoto Heng coldly: "Come on."

Miyamoto looked at Lei Pili's cold face, and felt a chill in his heart. He opened his mouth half-open and couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Miyamoto gave a sighing smile: "Okay, I'll see if Li Tanhua can break the magic circle."

He waved his right hand and shouted: "Yin Yang Master, prepare."

Xue became a hundred times more vigilant and held the handle of the mowing knife tightly with her hand.

Lei Pili didn't know where Miyamoto Heng found so many Yin-Yang mages. He didn't know much about the Yin-Yang mages in detail. He only knew that this type of mages was difficult to deal with and could transform some objects or liquids into offensive weapons.

.Those who are qualified to obtain the title of Onmyoji Master are usually very talented people.

I heard a strange sound similar to war drums coming from the east, west, south, and north, and then a heart-stopping white light similar to lightning flashed in the sky. Mixed with a disgusting smell. The thunderbolt was about to explode in an instant, when the five people suddenly

disappear.

Black mist dispersed in the air.

Lei Pili's pupils shrank and he shouted: "Get out of the way."

With several "boom, boom, boom" sounds, five white lights hit the ground. Mud and rocks flew up, and thick white smoke rose.

"Master, be careful." Xue shouted.

Xue instinct flashed, and then soared into the sky. Those white lights rang out above her head.

The "boom" was as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking. The snow was bounced several meters away by the aftermath of the lightning.

Lei Pili also avoided the strike of a white light and crashed into a telephone pole in a rather embarrassed manner.

Miyamoto looked at their embarrassment and showed a satisfied smile: "Li Tanhua, Miss Xue. The white light released by our Yin Yang Master is not tolerable. Oh, if it takes another twenty years, I believe that with the help of our Japanese

The technology can completely control lightning and use it as a means of attack."

Those white lights were released using high technology, so they resembled lightning.

Xue felt a bone-chilling chill in her heart. So there were lurking Yin-Yang mages in the southeast, northwest, and white light. No matter if she broke through from any side, she would be attacked from three sides. She didn't dare to rush forward, just because of her

His intuition told him that there was a bigger trap waiting for him ahead.

Xue was extremely distressed. Even though she could kill the enemy, she didn't know their exact hiding place, so they would only be beaten. She couldn't blow up the mountain.

Lei Pili suddenly asked: "Are you going to kill me or capture me?"

Miyamoto Yoko was stunned. He couldn't believe that Lei Pili would ask this question under such circumstances. He must be afraid. It's not fun, not fun at all.

"Surrendering so quickly -" Miyamoto Heng had just finished her words when she saw Snow's ghostly figure flashing left and right. She wanted to come over to him, but she underestimated him.

Miyamoto shook his head, but he didn't make any sound. Snow, who was already in the air, suddenly felt a "hissing" sound and was instantly attacked by an arrow.

"Seal." Xue made a series of dazzling gestures with her left hand, and opened the five fingers of her right hand. The air around her seemed to be pulled out with blurred traces of a cold arrow. The speed was very fast, and the light was so dark that it was depressing.

The wind whistled sharply in my ears.

That cold arrow flew past Xue's palm.

I saw Xue frowning. To capture the thief, capture the king first. This is a very simple principle. As long as Miyamoto Heng is captured, those Yin and Yang mages in the darkness will not dare to let go. There are many of these Yin and Yang mages.

Ninja.

Suddenly plum-blossom darts like cow hairs shot towards the snow like raindrops.

Xue snorted coldly, holding the handle of the knife tightly with her right hand, and kept waving the knife in her hand.

I could only hear the endless sound resounding in the air.

"Kill you." Xue's cold voice sounded in Miyamoto Heng's ears.

Miyamoto raised his head, snow was floating in the air, and he cut his head with a knife.

Miyamoto looked at her knife calmly, as if admiring Snow's graceful dance.

A sudden light burst into the air that stung the eyes.

There was danger. Xue's body once again violated the common sense of martial arts. She bent her downward body slightly, and a white light flashed past her right shoulder. She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, but before she could take the next step

, another white light hit her shoulder.

This time, the flashing light was filled with black light, emitting a terrifying aura. The moment the lightning flashed, the way Xue held the knife changed. She originally held the knife with her right hand, and in an instant she also held it with her left hand.
To be continued...