Chapter 367

With a cold light, He Miaocong held the long sword and did not attack immediately. He just looked at the woman a few steps away silently, as if giving her a chance to take out his weapon.

"Why should we two second-rank people get involved in the fight between the first-rank people?" The woman's voice was soft and sticky, sounding like a wife begging her husband.

Coincidentally, He Miaocong was a Taoist priest who grew up in the mountains. The four words "unromantic" were all praise for him. He didn't understand what "romantic" meant at all!

Raising the corners of his mouth, He Miaocong smiled and explained: "Girl, it's about escaping, not fighting."

Before the woman came back to her senses, the true energy rose, the long sword trembled slightly, the cold light flashed, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the woman.

"What a boring man!" The woman snorted.

She touched the ground with her toes, first dodged a sword sideways, and then floated back. But the sword in He Miaocong's hand was like a maggot attached to his bones. If the first sword didn't hit him, he would immediately stick to it. The second sword, the third sword, the fourth sword...

The continuous sword force was like the autumn drizzle, and like the endless spring water, floating and entangled. It looked ordinary, but it was actually closely connected. There was almost no gap or flaw between each sword.

It forced the woman to be cautious and not dare to slack off or distract herself. Every step back had to be carefully measured to leave enough space for retreat.

Even if she put in a lot of effort, she still couldn't get rid of He Miaocong's sword force. Instead, she was confused by the long sword, and was in a mess.

In fact, it was not her fault. After all, He Miaocong had been practicing Taoism and martial arts in Wudang Mountain since he was a child. With the predecessors in the sect leading the way and teaching him hand in hand, it was naturally not comparable to groping on his own, at least not comparable to the second-grade cultivation.

In less than ten moves, the woman's expression had changed again and again, and her steps gradually became messy.

"The foundation of a big sect is really unfathomable!" She turned her head to dodge the light sword, and couldn't help sighing in her heart.

Just as she finished sighing, the tip of the sword was in front of her again. She was startled, her steps became more messy, and when she turned her head to dodge it, she heard a "ding" sound.

She was surprised and hurriedly stepped back two steps to distance herself. After calming down, she found that the hairpin on her head was picked off by the long sword. There was no hairpin to fix the black silk, and it was messy and scattered behind her head, looking very messy.

"Forgive me, forgive me." He Miaocong paused and smiled with a slightly embarrassed tone.

As soon as the voice fell, he didn't wait for the woman to react, and the sword changed, the drizzle turned into a violent storm, and his wrist drove the tip of the sword to an extremely strange angle and quickly lifted it up.

The woman's hair was disheveled, slightly blocking her vision. In addition, the angle of the sword was strange, and the speed was amazing. If she hadn't been experienced and hadn't retreated immediately after sensing the murderous intent, she would have been either dead or injured!

Although her reaction speed was fast enough and her actions were timely, she was still a moment late. When the woman retreated, a strand of black hair fell with the wind, just in front of her eyes.

"Asshole! I have been tolerant again and again, but you are pushing it. Do you really think I am a clay man without any anger?" The woman's eyes were wide open, staring at He Miaocong, gritting her teeth and roaring.

He Miaocong shook her head, "Girl, it's a life-and-death battle, why talk about tolerance? Isn't your skill good enough?"

"Okay! I'll help you!"

The woman untied the ribbon on her wrist, casually tied up her hair, took out two short knives from her waist, and stared at He Miaocong with hatred with murderous intent in her eyes.

The four people on the other side took a few steps back to breathe after several rounds of confrontation. Zhao Jue stepped heavily on the ground with his heels to stabilize his body, exhaled a long breath of turbid air, and without caring about anything else, he quickly threw a Tongxuan Pill into his mouth, and then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

It must be said that it is too stressful for one person to fight three. Not to mention that he has to be careful all the time, the consumption of true energy is also bizarrely large. If it weren't for his mysterious skills and profound and skillful body movements, he would definitely not be able to cope with it.

If it were a slightly more ordinary first-class, he would have died long ago!

He gritted his teeth with lingering fear and turned his head to look at He Miaocong, wanting to see how he was doing. It would have been better if he didn't look at it. After watching it, Zhao Jue almost got angry.

I fought with three people to death, and you are just watching the show? Really, uncle can tolerate it, but aunt can't tolerate it!

"Master! What are you doing?"

He Miaocong turned his head and saw Zhao Jue was embarrassed. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly and said: "Master Zhao, I'm in a confrontation."

"What a confrontation! Hurry up and kill her, then come to help me! Do you think it's easy to fight three people alone?" Zhao Jue almost jumped up in anger when he heard what He Miaocong said.

Isn't it clear what the situation is? Still in a confrontation? Why don't you fight with your spiritual consciousness like in the storybooks?

What a fucking pig teammate!

"Don't talk about the morality of the rivers and lakes and the reserve of the big sects at this time. Deal with the present first! Don't you disciples of the big sects even know how to act in an emergency?"

"We are running for our lives, not fighting against each other! Besides, how can we fight against three people against one person?"

He Miaocong knew that he was in the wrong, so he stood silently, without refutation, just nodded and said: "I know."

Hearing this, Zhao Jue didn't say much. Thinking that He Miaocong was only a second-grade, he sighed helplessly, took out a small medicine bottle from his arms and threw it to him.

Facing his puzzled eyes, Zhao explained softly: "The pills made by Jinyiwei themselves have the effect of restoring true energy, hurry up!"

With a skeptical attitude, He Miaocong swallowed the pill into his stomach, and a touch of surprise appeared on his face when the medicine was dissolved.

"Master Zhao, why didn't you take out such a good thing earlier? Do you have any more?"

You must know that the master has not yet understood the true meaning of martial arts. The only things that can be used in battle are true energy and general momentum. The general trend is everywhere and endless, and you can use it at will just by accumulating momentum. Therefore, whether you are fighting among the first, second or third grade, the essence is to compete for the amount of true energy.

If there is inexhaustible supply of Qi, there is no obvious difference between the second and third grades and the first grade. This is what Jianghu people often say: One force can defeat ten.

Zhao lowered his eyes and said helplessly: "What are you thinking? This is a life-saving thing. Take it out as soon as you say it? No, just two! I said, Wudang is also a big sect after all, so I didn't give it to you. Life-saving elixir?"

"Yes, there is, but the effect is not as good as yours." He Miaocong shook his head slightly and sighed.

Of course the four people across from them couldn't hear their whispers of conspiracy, but their gradually improving expressions could still be seen clearly by their beards.

He was suddenly startled, and without taking a rest, he hurriedly winked at the two people beside him, and took the lead in attacking Zhao Jiu, not wanting to give him any time to breathe.

The two people on the left and right saw the movement of the beard. Although they were a little puzzled, they still followed closely behind him, attacking Zhao Jiu from the left and the right.

The moment his true energy rose, Zhao already sensed it, and he moved his feet lightly to face the three of them. At this time, He Miaocong also made a move. He took a few steps forward with a flash of cold light and pointed the tip of his sword directly at the woman.

Six strands of true energy rose up from the top of the mountain, and then continued to collide with each other. Waves of true energy spread out one after another.

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