However, when these people entered the martial arts formation, they did the opposite. They used magic to determine the scenery, rest, and open the Sanji Gate in order to monopolize the energy and push the opponent into injury, shock, and death.

Among the three evil gates.

"Very interesting."

Jiang Wen wandered among the dangers, completely ignoring the increasingly tight encirclement, and displayed a dazzling movement technique. Within a few breaths, several phantoms seemed to appear and drag behind him, "But I see

This martial arts formation originally required six people to perform it, why did only four people come today?"

The four women's pink faces were covered with frost, and their gauze curtains were pulled by invisible forces to fly sideways. They blocked their line of sight when they broke through the moves, not caring about Jiang Wen's sword shadow to strangle them.

"To deal with you, four people are enough!"

The four girls waved their hands at the same time, the gauze curtain fell, and they could only hear the sound of silk threads bursting in the air, floating almost like a harp playing lightly in a high pavilion, and as misty as the sound of brocade and sequins in the city. I vaguely imagined that the clouds were lying tiredly, and the river pavilion stood silently.

Someone is sitting with his hand in his hand, watching the wind and rain all over the city, slowly falling and killing...

There is murderous intent!

Jiang Wen saw a flicker of light and hurriedly flew up, but before he could protect the ancient bronze sword in his hand, he felt a chill on his face, followed by a slight numbness and tingling pain.

When he subconsciously touched his face, he discovered that there was an invisible wound, and blood was oozing out, rolling down his face to the ground.

The gauze curtain fluttered to the ground, shrouding the waterside pavilion, but as the goddess Liu Ding exerted her power, it was cut into rags by countless criss-crossing tiny silk threads.

Those tough and transparent celestial silk threads have been intertwined and connected together. As the onion fingers play, they buzz and amplify more and more as they reach the end of the thread, turning into a celestial silk network that is stronger than a bone-picking blade.

Wrap Jiang Wen in it.

Every time the ancient bronze sword in Jiang Wen's hand cuts through a piece, the broken threads are thrown out like steel whips, killing them quickly. The remaining threads can be tangled together again to form a new formation, tightly

Lock down the opponent.

The clanging sound rose up, and the eight jade hands no longer concealed themselves. They took advantage of the momentary opportunity to suddenly flick the wire mesh. The tough steel wires suddenly tightened, quickly suppressing Jiang Wen's space for movement.

At this time, the people caught in the net are like flying insects falling into the net. No matter how sharp the sword is, or how ethereal the body is, there will always be a way to go.

When both the way forward and the way forward are cut off, oneself becomes a tiny drop in the vast sea. He never sees the ancients before or the coming ones, so he has no choice but to fall into the invisible giant palm.

The situation became more and more critical. The silk thread was cutting Jiang Wen's robe, as if it would touch the skin if it moved an inch further, but his movements suddenly became more agile.

It was a series of dizzying steps.

Jiang Wen suddenly spun around in circles, dragging tiny and complicated steps forward and back, wandering unpredictably, as if he was circling the same spot, but also seemed to be just a trapped animal fighting in despair.

The four goddesses of Six Ding paid no attention to it and continued to shrink the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. Despite the great obstacles, they mobilized their internal energy and poured it into the Celestial Silkworm Silk Net. They tightened as the silk mesh danced, trying to strangle the enemy in one fell swoop.

But Jiang Wen's movements were still going on. He was still moving in a certain order and in a certain direction.

From the first step to the last step, he just walked in a large and exquisite circle, just in time to avoid the killing move and crash into the undetectable door.

At this time, the circle he walked out of was getting bigger and bigger, and he cut off the silk threads one after another with his sword, moving around in one go without any worries.

"Although Qi Men Dun Jia is exquisite, it is also based on the Eight Diagrams of the Book of Changes. You know it but don't know why. How can you stop me?"

Jiang Wen smiled slightly and urged his footwork once again. His movements were almost at their peak, so much so that Goddess Liu Ding couldn't catch her. He could only feel a whirlwind rising from the ground in the center of the water pavilion, with sword shadows and palm winds flying continuously.

Goddess Liu Ding was shocked. She glanced at each other and realized something was wrong. The internal energy in her body was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, but she couldn't stop it. She immediately bit the tip of her tongue and used her last internal energy to get out, breaking the complicated silk threads in one fell swoop.

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The spring rain is like silk that can soak the earth, but the silk from the sky turns into rain. At this moment, it blows down from all directions, filling the sky with beautiful light, but it causes indescribable disasters.

In a shocking moment, countless undetectable threads turned into deadly hidden weapons, as thin as cow hair, and shot towards Jiang Wen's vital parts.

The evil door suddenly appears, the road to hell is open, and the most dangerous killing move of the Tiansi Silk Formation has been launched!

A cold light flashed in Jiang Wen's eyes, as if he was unaware of the overwhelming rain of silkworm silk coming from the sky. The ancient bronze sword in his hand let out a dragon roar, and what came out was an attack move. Shockingly, he only attacked but not defended!

Countless subtle and subtle sword moves were swung out at will, making progress and never retreating. Every move was an attack, and his posture became more and more arbitrary.

Jiang Wen seemed to have forgotten all the countless changes in swordsmanship in the world. When the enemy was facing him, he was not constrained by the original swordsmanship at all, and only killed in one direction, cutting into pieces the rain of silkworm silk that filled the sky.

At this time, Goddess Liu Ding was vomiting blood due to internal energy disorder. One person suddenly broke away and fell to the ground. She slapped a protrusion of the waterside pavilion pillar with her bare hands and pressed the hidden mechanism. Then with a rumbling sound,

shouted.

"It's hard to find the missing Virgin Mary. Quickly take the Saint away first. We will hold off the murderer!"

A well cellar was suddenly revealed under the waterside pavilion. Two figures in white with similar curves staggered out. One was weak and the other seemed to have a brand new wound on his leg. The white gauze was stained with blood, but he ignored it.

He was holding something in his arms and wanted to escape.

Jiang Wen chopped up the sweeping gauze again, and jumped up with a strange look on his face. The ancient bronze sword came out of his hand and was firmly nailed to the opponent's path, speaking to stop him.

"What do you call my apprentice? Did I hear it wrong?"

One of the women in white hurriedly turned her arms behind her and asked sternly: "How can the saint of our religion allow you to spy on me? What are you planning, a thief!"

Jiang Wenzai looked at them carefully and had no interest in bullying these weak women lying on the ground vomiting blood. He was already very sure that the sleeping child opposite was his little apprentice.

"You, the White Lotus Sect, are really interesting. You go to someone else's house and snatch a child and then say it is your saint. This method of kidnapping and trafficking children is not very clever."

Jiang Wen looked at the wound on the leg of the woman in white and said, "Don't try to deny it. The wound on your leg was bitten by my eldest disciple. Otherwise, why don't you tell me where the child's teeth marks came from?"

"This girl possesses the Holy Fire Technique of our sect and has cultivated to the level where the six suns converge. She must be the Holy Maiden who has been captured by you! Don't talk nonsense!"

Jiang Wen frowned and suddenly remembered the last time he sneaked into the nunnery and heard the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus talking about the Holy Mother of the White Lotus who was burned by the scorching sun, and suddenly understood something.

Could it be that the other party sneaked into Fuwei Escort Agency, met Fu Ningdie who was practicing kung fu, and had some misunderstandings?

"Well, when you talk about the six yangs converging on the top, does it mean some kind of inner strength that is extremely yang and strong?"

He walked among a few people and mobilized the internal energy that was flowing endlessly in his body's meridians.

"Is it this way?"

Jiang Wen clenched his fists and shouted softly, and the surging internal energy surged from the large holes in his body and turned into a raging heat wave hitting his face.

With Jiang Wen's body as the center, the six Liuding goddesses were all on guard. Suddenly, they felt a stream of heat burst out, like rolling waves, which instantly melted away the coldness of the midwinter night. It lasted for nine months like this.

This time, even outside the waterside pavilion, there was a huge amount of water vapor surging, and then it finally stopped.

"As a master, I also know this martial arts. I am also the saint of the Nine Suns in your White Lotus Sect, right?"

The different expressions of the six Ding goddesses were frozen on their faces. The woman in white with an injury on her leg was even more confused. She accidentally dropped the child in her arms to the ground. Fortunately, Jiang Wen caught it with quick eyes and hands.

"Tell me quickly, what happened to your White Lotus Sect?"

Jiang Wen adopted a negotiation attitude and sensed a hint of conspiracy. It was true that the Six Ding Goddess of the White Lotus Sect kidnapped Ningdie tonight, but why they came to the Fuwei Escort Agency still seemed to be unclear.

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Chapter completed!