"Brush——" As soon as he stood up straight, a golden light swirled towards him. He hurriedly dodged, and the golden light flew past his forehead, and the strong wind made his skin hurt. "Crack——"

The branches of a tree above his head were cut off.

Yang Muyun felt a chill suddenly rise in his heart. Before he could recover, he said, "Swiss--" Two more golden rays of light surrounded him, one from the left and one from the right. Yang Muyun barely dodged one, but saw the other.

Unable to avoid it anymore, he pulled out the double-edged knife on his back with a "Chu" sound and struck at the golden light. With a loud "Clang--" sound, he felt his arm was numb from the shock. The golden light was struck by the blade.

After a knock, he turned back.

"So strong!" Yang Muyun was secretly shocked.

A subtle sound of treading on the snow rang in his ears. His eyes moved and several red figures were approaching him from different directions.

"One, two, three." He thought silently in his mind. Three red lamas wearing red pointed hats stood in three different directions, about three or four feet away from him.

Yang Muyun held the double-edged sword tightly and looked at them warily.

"He is a Han." The oldest lama across from him said. He was about forty years old, his face was very rough and pitted, and his eyes were sparkling.

The lamas on the left and right are younger, looking to be in their early thirties, dark and thin, with a fierce look in their eyes when they look at Yang Muyun.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The great lama stared at Yang Muyun and shouted in a deep voice.

Yang Muyun looked at him without saying a word.

"Brother," one of the young lamas said, "there is no need to talk nonsense with him, just take him and take him back to ask the master to punish him."

"Master?" Yang Muyun's heart moved, "Could it be that he is taking off his clothes?"

"Well," the big lama tapped his chin and said to Yang Muyun: "Boy, put down the knife."

Yang Muyun seemed to have not heard what he said, and his hand holding the knife tightened. You could faintly see the veins bulging on the back of his hand. The three golden lights just now were the three golden cymbals thrown by the three lamas respectively. The momentum was amazing.

It can be seen that the martial arts of these three people are extraordinary, especially the golden cymbal that was knocked open at the end, which was even more powerful. It would be difficult for any one of them to fight, but now with one against three, the odds of winning... Yang Muyun's

His eyebrows couldn't help but tremble.

"Brother, this kid doesn't seem to understand what you are saying," another young lama smiled sinisterly, "Let me take him down!" He took a step forward.

The great lama nodded and said, "Gejezeng, be careful."

The lama smiled, moved his robe sleeves, and jumped up.

Before the person came close, two golden lights burst out in front of Yang Muyun's face.

Yang Muyun tapped his toes, performed a somersault in the air, avoided the two golden lights, and struck Gejiezeng in the face with his sword.

With a sound of "Dang--", Gejiezeng pulled out a sharp blade from his sleeve and blocked Yang Muyun's blow to the face.

Before Yang Muyun could reach the ground, the opponent changed his moves very quickly and stabbed Yang Muyun's chest with the sharp blade.

Yang Muyun ducked sideways, and the double-edged sword flashed a cold light and struck the side of Gejiezeng's neck...

The movements and moves of the two men were extremely fast, and eight or nine moves had passed in the blink of an eye.

"This kid's martial arts skills are not bad," another young lama glanced at the elder lama in surprise, "Gejiezeng may not be able to defeat him."

The great lama's face was dull, but his eyes became serious.

When he first saw Yang Muyun as a young man, Gejiezeng felt quite contemptuous. Who knew that he could not withstand more than ten moves, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. With a flick of his robe sleeves, two golden lights flew towards Yang Muyun, one left and one right, trying to seal him off.

Blocking the space for him to dodge, the sharp blade in his hand drew several sharp light and shadows, mixed with the roaring wind, which seemed to want to tear the young man into several pieces.

"Clang——", "Puff——" After the sound of metal clashing, there was a dull sound of flesh penetration. The golden light drew two long bright arcs on Yang Muyun's side. The two sounds of "Crack——" were deeply embedded in the two sides.

In the trunk of a tree.

Two figures, one red and one green, passed each other like lightning.

The young lama's eyes were wide open, and the big lama's thick eyebrows were slightly raised.

A line of blood spurted out from Gejiezeng's chest. His body swayed twice and fell headfirst into the snow.

"Senior Brother Gejiezeng——" the young lama shouted, ran forward, and helped Gejiezeng who fell in the snow, but saw that his eyes were closed tightly, his face was like gold paper, and there was a long line of blood on his chest.

The tank still kept pouring out blood.

The young lama turned to Yang Muyun, his eyes were red and his face was ferocious. After giving Gejiezeng a simple bandage, he got up and ran towards Yang Muyun...

"Zhawang Renji," the great lama shouted to stop him, "please step back."

"Senior brother..." Zhawang Renji looked at the great lama with some reluctance, but still stopped.

"Stand back -" the great lama's voice became louder, "you are no match for him."

Zhawangrenji gave Yang Muyun a hard look, then angrily retreated to Gejiezeng's side and re-examined his injuries.

"It is very rare for young people to have such profound kung fu," the great lama stared at Yang Muyun and said, "I, Qusang Dawa, what do you call me?"

"You wouldn't know my name even if I told him," Yang Muyun met his gaze and said calmly: "If you want to fight, I'll fight. Why bother talking nonsense?"

The corners of Qusangdava's mouth twitched slightly, and his sleeves were slightly raised, "Then please invite me, sir!"

"Great Lama," Yang Muyun took a step back and bowed his hand to him, "I'm here to find someone, and I don't want to fight with them. If you don't want to do it, then I'll rescue my companion first." Just as he turned around,

Suddenly I felt a red shadow flash before my eyes.

Qusangdava stopped in front of him at some point, "Sir, since you don't want to fight with me, please put down your sword. As for your companion, I will have someone pull him out of the pit."

"Get out of the way!" Yang Muyun raised his eyebrows, drew his sword and struck at him, but missed.

Qusangdava stepped aside like a ghost, "Sir, can you finally bear it?"

Yang Muyun was suddenly shocked. This Qusangdawa's martial arts was much higher than the other two.

The two of them stood face to face, both motionless.

Mo Buyu, who fell into the pit, couldn't bear it and shouted loudly: "Sir, sir, how are you? Are you okay..." Seeing no response from outside, he kept shouting.

Yang Muyun stood calmly for a while, but Mo Buyu kept shouting, and couldn't help but scolded: "Shut up and get better!"

"Hoo——" A red figure floated in front of Yang Muyun, and when he opened his mouth, Qusang Dawa took action.

Yang Muyun just raised the knife, "Pah!" Something hit him in the crook of his right arm. Half of his body felt numb. He was horrified and he quickly jumped out of the distance.

Qusangdawa's hands were still folded in his sleeves, and it was impossible to tell what weapon he had just used. Before Yang Muyun could stand firm, he stepped in front of him again. When his sleeves moved, a strong wind blew in his face.

.

"Ding——" Yang Muyun's blade seemed to have touched something hard, and the force was removed without a trace. He secretly thought strangely, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly stepped away, with a "chi——" sound,

My shoulder felt like it had been scratched by something, and it was burning and painful.

After two moves, he was at a disadvantage. Yang Muyun became more and more shocked and stared at his sleeves intently.

"Brush -" the sudden sound of breaking wind sounded behind him. Yang Muyun looked sideways and saw a golden light blowing like the wind. As soon as he turned aside, a strong wind hit his temple. Without thinking, he moved his wrist and used the double-edged sword.

Holding up the blossoming knife flowers, a halo of light spreads around the body...

"Keng——", "Dinglang——" The clash of gold and iron was followed by a crisp sound, a golden cymbal was knocked away, and Yang Muyun's blade was also entangled with something.

This is a string of rosary beads. Each one is completely black, and it looks like they are made of fine iron.

"So this is his weapon," Yang Muyun said secretly, "No wonder it hurts so much when he hits me."

The two of them put away their weapons and retreated.

Qusangdawa's eyes flashed, "Boy, you really did have a few tricks, no wonder you are so arrogant!"

"My companions and I are just passing through this place, why does the master keep making things difficult for me?" Yang Muyun didn't want to keep getting entangled with him, so he spoke in a slower tone.

"This is the path?" Qusangdawa sneered, "Did you remember to defend yourself just now? It's a pity it's too late!"

"If you have disturbed the three Qing cultivators, my companions and I will apologize to you," Yang Muyun secretly said angrily, "Master, why do you have to push me so hard?"

"You want to leave just because you hurt someone and apologize for it? Isn't this too cheap?" Qusangda Wapi said with a smile: "You are not an ordinary passerby, but the Ming Dynasty who deliberately followed you here.

Master, you must have discovered something, right?"

"I don't understand what the master said," Yang Mu

The corners of Yun's lips curled up and he said, "I think you have some misunderstanding, farewell!" He cupped his hands, turned around and left.

"Want to leave?" Qu Sandawa narrowed his eyes, and his body was already floating. He twisted the hand holding the rosary beads slightly, and several rosary beads flew out, directly to the "Dazhui" and "Lingtai" behind Yang Muyun, "

"Mingmen" various points.

"Ding ding ding——" Yang Muyun had been on guard for a long time. He twisted his body and drew several bright arcs, knocking the rosary beads away one by one.

"Good work, you can take another look." Qusangdawa moved his fingers slightly, making a loud "chichichi-" sound, and dozens of rosary beads flew towards Yang Muyun like hail rain.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding--" Yang Muyun held the knife in both hands, and his figure was like a sharp arrow passing through the flying beads and heading straight for Qusangdawa.

Several rosary beads hit Yang Muyun's shoulders and thighs, splattering blood, but he seemed unaware, and his arrow-like steps did not stop at all. "Boom -" The last rosary bead hit Yang Muyun's chest, and he swayed

He swayed, and his forward body froze.

The corners of Qusangdawa's eyes were raised, and he used the golden cymbal, preparing to deliver the final blow. However, he saw Yang Muyun move his left wrist, and a beam of black light flew toward his throat like lightning.

Unprepared, he tried to dodge but it was too late. He had just turned his head a little, and the black light had already hit his neck...

"Pfft--" An arrow penetrated Qusandava's neck diagonally. Although it missed his throat a little, it penetrated deeply into his flesh. His eyes suddenly widened with an unbelievable look on his face, and he began to breathe a little.

Get thicker.
To be continued...