Continuing the last time, Mo Manyuan and the bald lamp slave in the air were fighting. Chu Xunyu didn't say anything about the opportunity to peek in secret. Maomao took Wangchen and Mu Yuan and said there was another way. Everyone was puzzled. Maomao did not explain too much. She hugged her waist and carried the gourd crutch to signal everyone to follow him quietly, and try not to attract the attention of bald heads in the air.

In fact, this is also a self-indulgent. The bald man in the air had no time to take care of the actions of the people below. Mo Manyuan was wearing long golden thunder armor, and his moves were lightning-like. The attack was dazzling but without losing his style. The bald man danced with his shoulder pole and rushed left and right to block. The two sides fought to the right, and the bald man laughed constantly. Although he didn't know the background of Mo Manyuan, Mo Manyuan, as a disciple of Kunlun, was very sharp and sharp in his sword skills. He saw that he had received guidance from the top of the master. He couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of the story: "Girl, you really are a genius that has only been produced in a century!"

Below, Maomao was taking Mu Yuan and Wangchen into the mouth of the big whale floating on the sea surface. Mu Yuan and Wangchen took Maomao's crutch as a crowbar and tried hard to pry the whale's teeth open, and then drilled in one by one. However, because the whale's body was penetrated by a bald head, the big hole on its body made large pieces of sea water pour in. After everyone entered their mouths, the sea water reached its chest. Maomao stood above Mu Yuan's head and took out a fire to blow it brightly to guide the way. Mu Yuan saw that the sea water was stained with deep chest and was stained with the whale's blood, and couldn't help but blew forward while waving forward: "What's your idea that you came up with is so bad, let's drill the dead body?"

Maomao touched the flesh wall on the top of his head with his claws, and repeatedly determined the location. This should be the upper jaw in the whale's mouth. Maomao nodded and said, "It's here, get it open."

"Didn't you say it's your good friend? Do you want to whip the corpse?" Mu Yuan and Wangchen were stunned.

Maomao said angrily: "Hurry and find a way to cut the place open. Mo Manyuan has been entangled outside for a limited time, so if you delay, you will cause big trouble."

"Yes, you can't let Mo Manyuan cause big trouble." Wang Chen's eyes lit up when he heard this, rolled up his sleeves and touched the flesh wall on his head.

Mu Yuan was not angry and signaled Wangchen to ask for help first. The two of them forced to cut the flesh wall and stretched the flesh open. Mu Yuan stretched his head and looked in, and couldn't help but rolled his eyes disgustedly: "My God, what do you want to do?"

Maomao answered seriously: "Little monk, come in."

"Me?" Mu Yuan looked at the yellow inside, green in color, and there were large buns of blood everywhere. How could he, a monk, bear these things? If Chu Xunyu was still the same, Mu Yuan shook his head disgustedly.

Mu Yuan explained angrily: "What are you afraid of? This is the big fish's head. If you crawl in, you can find a big, yellow, soft-touch flesh sac that seems to be filled with breath. You cut off your meridians and pull them out intact."

Why do you do this? Everyone doesn't understand, but Maomao insists on doing this. For the sake of the overall situation, Muyuan had to grit her teeth and grit her teeth and go in. Working with Wangchen inside and outside, he found what Maomao wants. When Muyuan came out and saw it, he saw it! Good guy, Muyuan was covered in stinky blood and meridian residues, which was like a little celebrity. Wangchen was so shocked that he wanted to laugh. Muyuan cursed and scrubbed the sea water simply. Maomao had no time to laugh at this moment.

He stared at the big flesh sac that Wangchen was holding his blood in his hands and was silent. After a long time, he spoke slowly and told Mu Yuan and Wangchen that it had a way to kill the bald lamp slave 100%, but this method could only be used once, and it was definitely not prepared for the bald head. The bald attack was unexpected, because he did not expect that Chen Qi had not returned for a long time, so there was a loophole. If he used this trick for the bald head today, then he would be unable to deal with the more powerful lamp slave later.

What Maomao said so seriously must be true. Wangchen took a compromise idea and planned as usual. As for whether to use it or not, looking at the situation, if Mo Manyuan defeated the bald head, they would be happy, but if they couldn't beat it, everything would be empty talk afterwards. It would be better to kill the bald head first and solve the problem of one less. Mu Yuan expressed his agreement, and Maomao nodded helplessly, and the three of them started to prepare together...

Looking at the air again, Mo Manyuan and the bald man took fifty moves in a row, and then the bald man suddenly softened his move for no reason, and he swung his shoulder pole backwards. Mo Manyuan subconsciously chased him with a sword dance. Chu Xunyu peeked in the clouds and suddenly felt something was wrong. Although he didn't know what the bald man was going to do, he knew that it was a fraud. Mo Manyuan relied on his two-way method of protecting his body, which was difficult to hurt him, but he was fearless, but he never expected that the bald man was forced to overturn in the air by the Qingyue sword. He put away the shoulder pole, pressed his left hand against Mo Manyuan's middle finger, raised his little finger, and pointed his index finger gently from the air like an embroidered flower, hitting his rib on Mo Manyuan's right.

Mo Manyuan couldn't help but scream when he was so painful that he took a few steps back, covered the wound with his hand, raised his head, his face was lost, and the corners of his mouth were bloody. The bald man took advantage of the victory to chase him, and used a copper shoulder pole to hit a set of Bodhidharma Eight Scepters Technique to smash it over the sky. Mo Manyuan resisted in a panic, and the Qingyue Long Sword blocked seven or eight times in a row, and the long golden thunder armor was dispersed. The bald man smashed the pole on the top of Mo Manyuan's head, and his heart was ruthless and wanted to smash her, such a wonderful person, to break the brain.

At the critical moment, a wind suddenly appeared behind his head, and a murderous aura came. The bald expression was horrified. This murderous aura actually touched his back silently. In desperation, he had to withdraw his hand and turn around to look. His nose was tilted. It was Chu Xunyu, a yellow-mouthed child, attacking him again. Chu Xunyu's sword seemed to be light, and the bald picked up the shoulder pole and prepared to knock him down. However, he didn't expect that a gust of spring breeze suddenly blew on the ground. The bald man opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide, and his face was unpretentious.

Xin looked like a man, then he was swept up by the spring breeze, and took a few steps back, exerting force in secret, and the bald man forced himself to stabilize his body. After taking this move, the sword wind blew by, and even the shiny bald man appeared on the shiny bald man. Subconsciously, he touched the broken wound in the corner of his eyes, looked at the blood in his fingertips, and the bald man snorted coldly and shouted loudly: "The sword energy turns into the spring breeze, and March blows through the hills. The sword force is used as a seed, and the flower buds bloom in the wind. The sword intent moves the sky, and the snow floats on the clear sky. The sword road is like iron, and the moon is waiting for the birth of the sky."

Chu Xunyu gave the bald man a set of lispiano poems, but he was stunned for Nian. He could feel that he was lying the sentence "Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon" of his sword move, but he had never heard that man mention it for so many years in the polar regions, so he was a little confused and didn't know what the bald man meant to say at this moment. The bald man looked at Chu Xunyu's stunned look and understood that he seemed to understand nothing. He couldn't help but smile and asked with a wry smile: "Boy, where is the person who taught you this sword move?" He couldn't help but glance around, as if he was very careful.

"No one taught me. I fell off the cliff and learned it myself on the stone wall decades ago." Chu Xunyu also started to speak up and practiced it familiarly.

"Let's go! Fart!" The bald man was furious when he heard this, and felt that he was insulted. He pointed at Chu Xunyu's nose and cursed, "You think your ancestors are a man who sells meat and dogs on the street? If I'm impotent with you, I might as well hang myself! I think it's a big deal. The four-style sword technique of "Flower, Flower, Snow and Yue" has disappeared in the world for more than a thousand years. Can you, a yellow-mouthed child? If no one teaches this sword technique step by step, you, a little kid in the Nascent Soul stage, can you learn it yourself? To be honest, where is that man? Is he dead? Or has he ascended? Or is he hiding in a corner of the world? Call him out, I want to seek revenge on him!" After saying that, he pointed at the surroundings with a shoulder pole and deliberately spoke loudly to cover up his own nervousness.

"What was that you just read?" Chu Xunyu asked.

"You don't even know this?" The bald man sneered, "The man who taught you sword skills in his hands is the four sword art - wind, flowers, snow and moon, which is the 'Sword Man Song' that was praised for him in the world back then."

"You are a bitch." Chu Xunyu deliberately pretended not to understand and cursed back, "You are not only a bitch, but also a bitch.

Mo Manyuan still hurts while holding the ribs. He touched them with his hand. If nothing unexpected happens, the rib should have been broken by his fingers just now. Anyone with a discerning eye can see clearly. The so-called Buddha's words say: Buddha picks flowers and smiles with his leaves. This is the supreme Buddha's unique skill "Tatagata picks flowers fingers". It is extremely difficult to practice. Only the strongest monks in Buddhism can do it. After practicing, picking flowers with three fingers, dragonfly, and hurting people invisibly. It is a peerless magical power that combines hardness and softness. The long sky golden thunder armor can defend against the sword and axe.

He was unstoppable, but he couldn't stop the bone-thrusting finger. He also miscalculated. Unexpectedly, this bald head was not only stronger than others, but also thick and thin. He could actually practice the trick of combining hardness and softness. Of course, Chu Xunyu's sword wind just now was also shocking, but the bald head left Mo Manyuan without caring about it, but instead shouting for revenge was a bit confusing. Mo Manyuan covered his wound and asked, "How could you have any grudges with that man? Have you fought with him?"

"That guy..." The bald man said this, but when he gritted his teeth, he was still a little warlike and excited by the martial artist. "When I was young, I joined the martial artist's sect and saw that man slaughtering my sect with his own eyes. So far, the man's back has a deep memory. He has both peerless style and cruelty. He saved the lives of our children and told us to live strongly. One day, he can avenge him. It is him! It is the inner demon he planted me since he was a child. Later, I kept learning and practicing hard, just to defeat him with my own hands one day. However, he disappeared in the battle with the sword soul master, and I was also deeply influenced by the inner demon. I didn't expect that I could still see his successor today, tell me! Where is he?"

Chu Xunyu shook his head: "I don't know, I said that I learned it by chance."

The bald man sneered and looked up and down at Chu Xunyu: "I'm interested in you now, so I decided to catch you in person. Then I see you don't say anything."

"Have you asked me?" Mo Manyuan asked loudly behind her, posing for a resurgence.

"Oh?" The bald man turned his head and looked at Mo Manyuan, raised two fingers and gestured, "Girl, I'll remind you that you have lost to me for the second time, and retreated with injuries every time. The third time, I will take your life. You know, we martial artists will do our best!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something. When he turned around and looked back, he found that Chu Xunyu had disappeared silently and didn't know where he had hidden it. The bald head suddenly looked at Mo Manyuan with anger and laughed angrily: "Okay, okay, this time you asked for it."
Chapter completed!