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The forest at the beginning of winter was a wasteland, with a stone table and a few jars of fine wine.

The master was not here, but the guests had arrived.

Tears, dressed in a grey robe, was sizing up the man in front of her when she suddenly sneered: "Candle's dog has also come here."

Beitang narrowed his eyes as his yellow robe moved. With a flash of his saber, his deathblow was aimed straight at Blood Tear's throat.

Tears and Blood only sneered. Seeing that his killing move was already right in front of him, his neck already felt cold, but his fingers did not move at all.

With a "shua" sound, a long whip suddenly struck Beitang's waist. It was originally a follow-up move, but the speed of the attack was even faster than the blade in his hand.

He turned around and moved his saber to block the long whip. However, he still laughed out loud: "Last time I taught you how to run away. Now that we are facing face to face, can you win against me?"

"If I hadn't worried about Junior Brother's safety, I wouldn't have needed to use trickery to escape." I only used seventy to eighty percent of my abilities that day. I'll lend you a white horse, you must be a god, no need to return it. "

Beitang was not provoked by his words and smiled faintly, "How about we try again today?"

Gongzi raised his chin towards Tears of Blood: "Then you'll have to get my master's permission first."

Beitang raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Your master? "What's your name?"

Tears of Blood smiled, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why did you drag me along?"

"Then I'll take it as agreement." He borrowed the force from the treetops and flew into the air. In the air, he saw a grey shadow flash by, and after landing on the ground, he rushed out with messy footsteps. His shoulders swayed wildly with his steps, and three figures emerged.

Tears of Blood moved back a few steps to make room for the two, and said with a smile: "Since you've decided to take action, don't lose."

Right after he said that, Gong Tianni had already rushed in front of Beitang. Under the intense sunlight, he released a few light dragons. His left sleeve flapped and a mist shot toward Beitang's face.

The palace's eerie light shone on Beitang, who was facing the sunlight. The scales of his long whip were turned up, causing the originally unglaring sunlight to become blinding. The shadow that seemed illusory and real was even more indiscernible.

He dodged to the side, and his right foot drew an arc in the air as his internal force lifted up dust and kicked three afterimages towards Gong Jue. The blade in his hand was aimed at the only shadow that was touched by the dust.

"Die!" He swung his right arm, and the long whip rolled back against the ground. A cold light flashed on the tip of his left hand, and with the three silver needles held between his fingers, his chest was pressed against the tip of the blade.

Beitang narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was doing. He increased the strength in his hands and increased his speed. He saw the tip of the blade pierce Gong Tiangshuang's chest, but it did not obstruct him. It was as if the blade had pierced through empty air.

As the blade touched his body, Gong Tiangwei's chest sunk two inches. He took advantage of these two inches to slide sideways. The silver needle hidden at the tip of his finger shot out, then he raised his arm to protect his head and rolled on the ground.

At the same time as he stabbed at empty air, Beitang sensed that something was wrong. He did not need to move as the long blade in his hand had already struck horizontally. "Dingdang!" Beitang, having used his old move, turned around and stabbed at the flawed and rolling figure on the ground.

A trace of a smile flashed across Gong Tianxiang's eyes, which were blocked by his left arm. With a flick of his right thumb, the mechanism opened and the long whip wrapped around Beitang's ankle was quickly retracted. Beitang stumbled to the ground as Gongzi flipped over and kneeled on one knee. His left hand shook as two throwing knives flew towards his eyes.

As deep as his roots were, he was able to stand firmly with a slight twist of his knees. The Thousand Jin pendant held his body firmly in place as he threw out five flying daggers, aiming at Gong Qing's vitals.

Glimpsing, Gong Sou turned over the wrist of his right hand and released Bei Tang. He tapped the ground lightly with the tip of his foot and flipped his body upwards, kicking away all the flying daggers in the air with his feet. After a moment, he swung the long whip that he had retracted back to the branch behind him and brought Gong Qing back to the tree.

Just as Beitang was about to catch up, a familiar voice entered his ears. His gaze moved slightly as he stopped in his tracks.

At the same time, the palace that had just landed on the tree branch slightly changed its color. It swung its whip to protect its entire body, once again leaping up, and pouncing towards the treetops next to it.

A Tang Sword made a loud sound as it collided with the drunk man before stabbing into the trunk of a tree. The blade was four inches deep, and it was still vibrating. Gong Du flipped over and landed on the tree. He held onto the tree trunk with one hand and broke two branches under his feet. Finally, he stabilized himself. Without giving him any time to catch his breath, the two throwing knives came at him again. He could only swing his whip to block them. He took a few steps back and rolled off the tree before falling to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The one who stuck his hand into the tree tried to pull out Tang Dao, but an arrow shot out from the side. The man's eyes narrowed, and he did not draw his sword in time. He drew the sword in his left hand from its sheath and brandished it to block the arrow. Despite Tang Dao's support, the next arrow still shook the earth. Sensing the terrifying power of the arrow, the man's face changed color. "Who is it?"

"A sneak attack! Without registering, your Crippling Feather Sect truly has no rules!" A hundred steps away, behind a withered tree, was a snow-white robe. His clothes were fluttering in the wind. The longbow in his hand was dim and lifeless; the bowstring was still trembling slightly.

It was obvious that he had only taken a few steps forward, and in the span of a few breaths, he had already covered fifty steps. He said with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "If 'Longevity' is so elegant, I am willing to learn a few moves."

His eyes fell on the longbow in his hand, and his pupils shrank, "Are you the master of Bewitching Butterfly Town?"

Jiang Wuyan laughed lightly, "I am no longer the lord of Bewitching Butterfly Town. I believe everyone in the martial arts world knows about this. I am Jiang Wuyan from the Zhuang Life Dream Butterfly. He retrieved an arrow from his back but did not raise the bow. He only looked at him indifferently.

He stood up, wiped the blood off his lips and sneered: "A dignified right-hand representative of the Crippling Feather Sect, also considered a famous expert in the martial arts world. He actually became the lackey of the murderer of our sect, it's such a shame for you to have such a loyal reputation."

His eyes turned to him, and after a moment he asked, "Are you 'drunk'? Poisonfeather's disciple? "

Beitang sighed. "Not only is he the disciple of Allure, he's also Tang Xiao's disciple."

Forgotten asked, "The one you killed last time?"

Beitang continued to sigh, "Yes."

"He didn't die?" asked Forgotten.

Beitang threw up his hands, "Obviously, I can't beat him. Even if you were to face him head on, you might not be able to kill him. "

"You can't kill him?"

Beitang nodded, "We can't kill him."

Seeing that they were so close, the haze in Gong Mi's eyes became deeper. However, without the command of the Blood and Tears, he could only restrain his anger and hold onto the long whip in his hand until it creaked.

Weng! The bowstring trembled slightly. The longbow twirled in Jiang Wuyan's hand for half a circle, completely oblivious to the passage of time. "Since 'Millennium Wuyi' ignores me like this, then I won't be polite." He took out an arrow from his back with his left hand, and before he could do anything, the arrow had already shot out.

He dodged to the side but didn't expect that the arrow would suddenly turn in the middle of the air and fly towards his throat. The sound of the wind had arrived, and he could only swing his blade to block.

Gong Du turned his head to look at Xue Yi, asking with a face full of questions. Xue Yue squinted her eyes. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty as she gently nodded her head.

A crisp sound rang out as the hand that was holding onto the blade went numb. Although his lower body was stable, both of his feet had slipped three feet off the ground, causing Tang Jian to almost fall out of his grasp. A hint of surprise flashed through his eyes. He raised his head to look at Jiang Wuyou, only to see a faint smile on his face.

"You don't have to do anything, let me test their abilities first." A smile appeared on Jiang Wuyan's face as she started walking in their direction. The archer should have been able to win with a distance, but he was able to close the distance by himself. His wide sleeves hung down on the bow, gently swaying along with his movements, making him feel even weirder.

Not forgetting to make his choice, Beitang Yu placed his toes on the ground, and touched his waist with his left hand. A short blade appeared in his hand, and a chilling light shot towards Jiang Wuyan's chest.

"Heh." Jiang Wuyan chuckled lightly. Her four foot long bow gently rotated in her palm as she easily blocked the dual blades of Beitang. The bow that seemed to be made of wood clashed with the blade, emitting a dull sound that sounded like metal but not like wood. Jiang Wuyan stood there leisurely, accepting the next move without any effort. However, Beitang took a step back and tried his best to deflect the incoming attack. His gaze fell on the bow, full of surprise. "The prodigal Wuya?"

Jiang Wuyan weighed the bow in her hand and let out a "Tch" sound, "My bow has been broken. It was replaced with a new one which I am not used to." The prodigal son Wuya will return home as soon as possible. Jiang Wuyan reached behind her back to retrieve an arrow, but she didn't actually draw his bow. With a humming sound, three arrows shot out at the same time, heading straight for the forehead, throat, and chest of Kuang Nian.

Hearing Beitang Dao mention this name, and hearing that Jiang Wuyan had confirmed it, his heart was filled with contempt and his qi was gushing out violently. The power of Tang Dao's blade was much stronger than before.

The prodigal son Wuya, the famous bow of the martial arts world. Bows and arrows were inconvenient to carry as a weapon, and it was only when the two were combined that they could display their abilities. There was no lightweight blade or sword, no hidden weapon, no flexibility, and very few people walked in the martial arts world. This bow was extremely hard, and even someone with inborn divine strength wouldn't be able to fully draw it ten times in a row. Its previous owner had only been able to draw the bow eight times before being exhausted, and ten times was more so when he had heard of it.

Although it didn't have to be pulled to the full moon to kill it, the weight of the Prodigal Son Wuya matched its power. A four foot long bow was as heavy as a long spear. Although Jiang Wuyan was not weak, she could not even be called strong or weak. How could she withstand this?

Since he had been practicing his saber technique for a whole year, it was not easy for Tang Dao to be wielded. Because he was well aware of his own strength, he was able to connect with Jiang Wuyan's two arrows. Seeing how easy it was for him to shoot three arrows simultaneously, he was even more astonished.

Jiang Wuyan had entered the martial arts world at the age of sixteen, and her archery skill, Hundred Feet Piercing Poplar, had made her name in the martial arts world before she had even reached the crown. No one dared to underestimate this archery technique. One could only imagine how strong his arms were. However, regardless of whether he believed he had the ability to push himself back again, he had to take three arrows at once.

Beitang made use of this opportunity to slash at Jiang Wuyan, which was the most difficult angle for Jiang Wuyan to defend herself from. It was very tricky.

Jiang Wuyan slipped half a step away from the impact of the sword. With a flick of her finger, the long bow was easily raised over her shoulder and caught the blade, causing her left shoulder to collapse. With her knees bent, she used the force from her waist and turned around to face Beitang, waving her left hand as she shot an arrow at his face.

The distance between the two was only one blade's length. If the arrow hit, what would happen? Beitang's expression changed and he immediately jumped out. He dodged two of the three arrows and tried his best to avoid them by tilting his head to the side. However, the arrow still flew past his ear, bringing up a few drops of blood.

Jiang Wuyan raised her left hand again and four throwing knives appeared. Although there was no killing intent, they were aimed at the vital parts of Jiang Wuyan's body.

He then looked to the other side and blocked three arrows. Seeing that Beitang had been restrained, he immediately brandished his blade, causing dust and dirt to fly wherever the blade passed.

"Good timing." Jiang Wuyan murmured. Her voice was filled with a smile. She stepped onto the dry spot, switched positions, and slowly stepped back three steps. Her snow-white clothes seemed to be a little blurry from her steps.

As the three of them battled, the two spectators didn't feel relaxed either.

He didn't think much of it on his own, but for Beitang and Wangjing who stood together, each had a blade in his right hand and an assistant's weapon in his left. Their moves and moves were extremely similar. Tang Dao's weight was not light, how could he dance with one hand? The three of them called out to him. Beitang and Forgotten used their saber moves to borrow more strength, rarely using brute force. To be able to use such exquisite skills, it was clearly not something a single person could do. It must have come from a certain sect.

The only people who are similar in martial arts skills to the masters and disciples of "No Memory" in the Jianghu and the "Year without Year" in the Forgotten Scriptures are the "Guiyan Wuhen" who is also a protector of the broken feather.

Gongzi already had a few guesses, but now looking at their skills, his guesses could already be confirmed.

Xue Lei retracted her gaze and asked indifferently, "How are your injuries?"

Gong Ni raised his hand and touched the blood on the corner of his lips, "It's alright, there's no effect at all."

Tears of Blood looked at him and suddenly laughed: "You have lost quite a few times, but if your opponent is Yan Bugui, it wouldn't be considered a loss."

Gongzi clenched his fists. "Still not strong enough."

Tears of Blood said: "If you weren't strong enough, I'm afraid there wouldn't be many people who would dare to call themselves experts. After all, age is there, just be content with it. "

Gongxu lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Tears of blood held a smile on his face as he looked at the three people battling, and the smile in his eyes was tinged with a sense of schadenfreude.

Jiang Wuyan caught the blades held down by the two men at the same time, and couldn't help but take half a step back as her feet sank in.

With a flip of his left hand, the sword pierced towards the center of Jiang Wuyan's brows.

Jiang Wuyan subconsciously turned her head to the side when she saw the sword stabbing towards her. The strands of hair on her forehead were blown away by the sword wind and floated in the air.

Forgotten was slightly startled when he saw the scar on Jiang Wuyan's forehead. Perhaps it wasn't because he saw Jiang Wuyan's scar, but he was indeed startled.

He only had time to see the dazzling white sleeve being stirred up by the inner force, and the bow under the knife suddenly burst with a tremendous strength.

Yan Bugui took a few steps back, grabbed the handle of the saber with his left hand while using both of his arms to grip the dagger tightly.

With his blade and sword together, he turned around and retreated. Tang Dao fell from his hand and as he landed, his body swayed a bit.

However, Jiang Wuyan's arrows did not give them the chance to catch their breath. She shot her arrows with a sharp wind sound, aiming straight for their vital points.

From the looks of it, they were facing the two of them without the slightest bit of fear. However, the arrow suddenly deviated from its original trajectory as it flew in the middle, crisscrossing left and right, swapping targets.

Forgotten and Yan were relatively close, so if they wanted to dodge, they naturally had to dodge to the side.

He had seen the movement of the two arrows, but he hadn't expected that they would change their positions in the middle. The two people who took a step forward just happened to send themselves under the arrow.

His position was even lower than Yan Bugui's. Jiang Wuyan's twin arrows were also sharp, but the power of his arrows was slightly weaker. It was exactly because the two arrows were aimed at a distance that gave the two of them an illusion. Now that the positions of the two arrows had been changed, one of the arrows shot towards Yan Bugui with a strong force, while the other shot towards Forgotten.

He had just blocked the arrow in front of him that did not come with any pressure, and before he could figure out what was wrong with his mind, the brown colored longbow had already smashed down on him. Forgotten, who had just blocked the attack with ease, subconsciously held his sword horizontally.

Tears and blood could not help but flow out of his eyes.

Although he was a dual cultivator of the blade and sword, he was skilled in using his right hand, and his right hand, which was used to using Tang Dao, was not as skilled in using swords as his left hand. Jiang Wuyan had grasped this point.

When the long blade left his hand, the hidden weapons would attack and the weapon would be switched. It was almost as if it was an instinct.

When a dual wielding person couldn't avoid losing a weapon, their first reaction would be to hand over the rest of the weapon to the person who used it for his own use. His left hand was a hand that used to use swords, but the sword techniques in his right hand could definitely be considered to be at the peak of perfection.

Jiang Wuyan had skillfully sent Tang Dao flying with a great deal of force. Most of the force was exerted on the blade, but it did not harm his wrist. Thus, the Forgotten Scriptures would place the sword in his left hand into his right.

First, it was to make up for Jiang Wuyan's sudden arrival and second, it was to allow Forgotten to be used to using a "light" sword to knock away the "light" arrow.

The battle only happened in the blink of an eye.

Adaptation happened in the blink of an eye.

Therefore, with Jiang Wuyan's flawless actions of blocking the arrow, he was defeated by Jiang Wuyan's violent strike.

Hearing the thunderous sound, Tears of Blood and Gongzi couldn't help but grin, revealing a pained expression — — although the ones being smashed weren't them.

Yan Bugui heard the sound and saw Jiang Wuyan knock down Forgotten Year. He bared his teeth and wisely stood where he was without moving.

After the trembling of the bow slowly subsided, Jiang Wuyan slowly picked up the 'Prodigal Son Wuya' and poked him in the side, "Have you forgotten about Protector Wu?"

His arm had gone numb. His gaze fell on his bent sword. He raised his head to look at the handsome man with fluttering sleeves. He spread his arms wide and said, "It's not too good."

Jiang Wuyan's expression softened, and she couldn't help laughing out loud, "Forgot that I scared Protector?"

Yan Bugui rubbed his shoulder and walked over, "It's not like I've never seen anyone who uses a bow as a melee weapon before, but there's a high chance that he's been forced into a corner. As for those who directly hit people with their bows, Lord Jiang is the first person I've ever seen. "

Jiang Wuyan lowered her head and looked at "The Prodigal Son Wuya", and muttered: "The person who gave it to me told me that it was a bow used to smash people, and now I believe it."

"Huh?" Hearing this, the two of them were stunned.