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Zhao Pingchuan looked at those people. His face was purple, and he was embarrassed. At the same time, another shout was heard, "Good job, Lord Ye!" Although I do not know any martial arts, it would be good if I could get one more person to support you. " As he spoke, a person jumped in. It was Zhao Lingqiu. Zhao Pingchuan was surprised and angry at the same time. He shouted, "Girl, what are you messing around with me for? Can't you see what happened to that person? " As he spoke, he pointed to the ground.

Zhao Lingqiu, who had arrived at the center of the hall, could not help but exclaim when she saw the miserable state of Jia Shiqing. Her voice trembled in fear, but she endured the pain and said, "So what if I die? No matter how miserable it is, I can't see it! " Zhao Pingchuan angrily winked at Geng Fang. Geng Fang understood and walked into the crowd. He grabbed Zhao Lingqiu and said, "Little junior sister, Master is calling you." He ignored Zhao Lingqiu's resistance and dragged her away. Zhao Lingqiu was too weak to fight, so she was dragged back to Zhao Pingchuan by Geng.

At this time, Zhi Wei took out an arhat from behind Liu'er and said in a low voice, "Benefactor Ye's black blade little monk has already told junior brother to go and fetch it. Use the Shaolin stick first." Liu'er nodded and took it. The stick was a little too long for her eyebrows to stand on. Liu'er held the stick with both hands and gathered her Qi. She then cut the stick in half and handed it to Bai Gui. She then pointed at the three of them and shouted, "If you have any tricks up your sleeves, use them!"

One of them was Zhao Pingchuan and his men. They seemed to be standing on the side of Daoist Three Paths, while the other one was an outsider who didn't want to cause any trouble. With so many people gathered together, the hall was unavoidably empty. Song Dali swept a cold glance around and his eyes suddenly lit up, catching sight of Hu Dazhi standing in the corner. He sneered and said, "Junior Brother Hu, why haven't you returned after so long since Master sent you out to do something? Master talks about you every day. " Hu Dazhi had already heard Liu'er talk about his senior brother Song Dali, and knew that his words were sarcastic and sarcastic. However, he had grown up in the Evil Dog Gang and respected his master Sun Dingguo like his real father. Now that he had heard what was said, he suddenly fell into a trance and muttered: "Senior Brother Song, Master... Master, are you alright with your brother, right? " Song Daji snorted coldly and said, "Junior has missed master, why don't you go back and see for yourself?" Hu Dazhi lowered his head in silence.

Song Dali knew that he wouldn't be able to escape, and the people in front of him were more important, so he didn't pay any more attention to him. At first, Liu'er thought that Song Dali would make a move against Hu Dazhi, so she was already on alert. But when she saw that he didn't, she was slightly relieved. He too scanned around the hall. Suddenly, he saw three figures at the northwest corner of the wall. His heart thumped when he saw them. The three lowered their heads and buried their chests, waiting for Liu'er to see more clearly. Suddenly, Daoist Three Paths laughed and said, "Doctor He, this humble Taoist has said before that your plan is not foolproof. General Shi is still waiting for my reply. He Chuan sneered, "I wonder what sort of ingenious plan Daoist Three Paths has?"

Liu'er was surprised and thought, "These two people are in the same group. I wonder who this General Shi is?" "Since they are working for the rebels, this General Shi is probably not a good person either." His thoughts had already been pulled back by the two's words, and he didn't have the mood to look at the three people in the corner. Daoist Three Paths frowned and said, "Mister Song, Doctor He, why do you have so many tricks up your sleeves?" According to this Penniless Priest's point of view, it would be better for the three of us to kill each other. Most of the famous heroes in the world are in this great hall. Today, we will go on a massacre in this buddhist land, wouldn't it be great if we were to kill to our heart's content? " He Chuan and Song Dali looked at each other and said, "It looks like there's no other way than to kill him today."

Although Spiritual Master Qingyu was deeply poisoned, his internal energy was deep and after sealing his meridians, his luck was slow and fierce. At this time, he had vomited a mouthful of black blood, and was still able to say something, and he said to Wu Chenzi: "My injuries are fine, quickly lead my disciples to join hands to fight the evil thief." Wu Chenzi had long hated He Chuan to the bone. He instructed the two of them to take care of their masters and led the rest to Liu'er's side. He Chuan laughed coldly and said, "Daoist Three Paths. The enemy is gathering more and more. It's not easy to deal with them." Daoist Three Paths laughed, "Then we won't wait any longer!" "Let's go then!"

As soon as the word "up" was spoken, the three of them flashed and attacked the crowd. Everyone shouted and jumped away. Wu Chenzi, Zhiwei, and the Black and White Ghosts surrounded He Chuan. Liu'er and Huehui were like a match for a Daoist. Boss Zhuang, Sailor's Gang and others were dealing with Song Dali. Zhao Pingchuan secretly sent a signal with his eyes. The Ten Thousand Horse Gang was involved in the battle too. They seemed to be helping the rich in the Central Plains, but in fact, they were using their poison fists and legs from time to time.

Liu'er wielded a wooden stick and used her Divine Feather Saber Technique to fight Daoist Three Purities. Daoist Three Clones had seen him use this technique at Gongsun Manor and knew that its power was not weak. In addition, he was very pleased with himself, and so he did not dare to neglect it by helping Daoist Huihui. He flicked his horsetail whisk, causing it to sound like a silver whip. Daoist Three Clans' inner force was profound, and the horsetail whisk had millions of silver threads. If any one of them managed to sweep through Daoist Three Clans, even if he didn't die, he would still be injured. Although each of them wielded a pair of bare hands and did not wield a blade, Liu'er wielded half a Shaolin staff in her hands. Without the sharpness of her black blade, her power was greatly reduced. In a short period of time, the four of them had a draw, with no clear victor.

He Chuan and Song Dali were fighting against a group of people, and they gradually gained the upper hand. Everyone's weapons had been taken away and kept by the Shaolin Temple, how could they be Song He and his companion's match? Song Dali's palm had already killed two men from the Sailor's gang. The killing intent was imposing, and the Yin Qi from the Cold Ice Palms grew abruptly. Everyone felt a chill run down their spines as they were terrified. He Chuan fought with his bare hands against Wu Chenzi and the others. The Black and White Ghosts hated him for causing their son's death. Wu Chenzi had already drawn his longsword and used the Netherworld Sword that Daoist Master Cyan Yu had taught, stabbing at He Chuan's body. Wisdom was just swinging the arhat stick and smashing it onto his body. The attacks were sharp and fierce, but He Chuan's dragon palm was extremely evil, and mist would occasionally shoot out from his palm, some were green, some were red, and some were purple. Everyone had witnessed the consequences of Daoist Master Qing Yu's poisoning, and knew that his dragon palm was poisonous, so when he attacked, they were slightly fearful.

The black and white couples had the same thoughts, moving forward and retreating at the same time. Seeing that He Chuan did not take advantage of their fight, the two of them became anxious and Bai Gui took the opportunity to shout: "Leader!" When the nigger heard this, he knew what it meant. He suddenly bent down, leaned forward, and clapped both palms on He Chuan's left rib. Bai Gui flashed to the right, both palms following and slapping towards He Chuan's right shoulder. Wu Chuan was shocked when he saw the two of them ignore the poisonous gas from He Chuan's palm. He quickly jumped into the air, his wrist quickly spun as the longsword in his hand twisted. With a humming sound, it slashed towards He Chuan's head from above.

This Netherworld Sword was a sword technique which Adept Jadechild had developed when he was roaming the South Sea. The swirl of the sea was merciless. It was like the maw of a huge beast, swallowing everything in the sea. Even the fish that were good at swimming would suffocate to death from the rapid flow of the sea. Adept Jadechild let out a sigh, then used the Eight Trigrams Steps to create this Netherworld sword-art. When fighting with others, the enemy would be like a fish in a whirlpool. They would not be able to fight, nor would they be able to escape. It was truly a peerlessly powerful battle.