Liu Biyun made no comment with a cold face.

He Juming took a step forward, Liu Biyun raised his sword again, turned around and said: "Senior Brother Mo, Mr. He will not shed tears until he sees the coffin!"

Mo Jiye said: "If they don't know what they are interested in, we can only kill them!"

He Juming smiled, shook his head and said, "Miss Liu, Shaoxia Mo, I know you won't kill anyone."

Mo Jiye said in a deep voice: "He Shaoxia, this is our savior. You have nothing to do with us. If you want to plot against him, we can only kill him!"

He Juming glanced at Mo Jiye, then at Liu Biyun, and said with a smile: "Who is this person?"

"You don't deserve to know!" Mo Jiye said solemnly.

He had some scruples about He Juming before, but after seeing his despicable methods, it was hard to show respect and his words gradually became ruder.

"Haha, interesting!" He Juming laughed, his smile widened and he rushed towards Liu Biyun, and the sword light turned into a wisp of cold stars, extremely fast.

Liu Biyun snorted angrily, and cold murderous intent arose in her heart. The sword light turned into an arc, "Ding..." Liu Biyun's sword was blocked, followed by Liu Biyun's violent attack like a storm.

He Juming retreated step by step. Liu Biyun's internal strength was far superior to his. Although his swordsmanship was not as sophisticated as his, his superior sword speed made up for his lack of subtlety.

Liu Biyun was angry and had murderous intent. He Juming was an ordinary person but his swordsmanship was authentic. He stepped back step by step, barely holding on.

"Junior Brother Cui. Thank you, Junior Brother!" Mo Jiye said solemnly.

The two nodded and used their strength again in a tacit understanding. The screams rang out again, and three more people fell. Mo Jiye shot towards Liu Biyun and raised his voice: "Junior Sister Liu, I'm coming!"

Liu Biyun stepped back in front of Li Muchan, stood with his sword horizontally, looking in all directions. The light of Mo Jiye's sword made He Juming retreat step by step, out of breath.

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"He, you are seeking death. You can't blame us!" Mo Jiye shook his head and sighed. As soon as he finished speaking, his left palm strangely passed through the sword light and hit He Juming's chest.

"Bang!" He Juming was knocked out and landed heavily on the ground with a "bang".

"Senior Brother He!" The young man with an oval face hurriedly went over to help He Juming up. Blood gurgled from He Juming's mouth. The young man with an oval face hurriedly pressed the pill into his mouth, and the blood rushed out.

"Senior Brother He!" The oval-faced young man was very anxious.

"Here! Here!" The sound of hurried footsteps came. Mo Jiye looked up, his face changed drastically, and he saw more than thirty Linhai Pavilion disciples pouring out of the woods.

The oval-faced young man shouted: "Save Senior Brother He quickly!"

Two middle-aged men floated over. They tapped a few fingers on He Juming's chest, then helped him sit up, sat cross-legged behind him, and put his palms on his vest to do the exercises.

Another middle-aged man pressed He Juming's hand pulse and nodded after a moment: "My life is saved!"

"Junior Brother Cui, thank you, Junior Brother, for coming back!" Mo Jiye said solemnly, floating back to Li Muchan.

Cui Shaoqing and Xie Jianfeng also hurriedly retreated, forming a four-corner formation with Liu Biyun to protect Li Muchan.

Footsteps sounded again, and more than a dozen Linhai Pavilion disciples came in a hurry.

Mo Jiye understood in his heart that this was a signal sent by someone without anyone noticing. It was a secret signal from Linhai Pavilion. Unfortunately, he was too slow to act and could not achieve a quick victory!

"Junior Brother Zhao, what's going on?!" A majestic middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

He is tall and majestic. He is like a giant bear, half a head taller than an ordinary person. The long sword on his waist is like an embroidery needle, which looks particularly small.

The oval-faced young man said loudly: "Senior Brother Jiang, avenge Senior Brother He!"

"Junior Brother He is dead?" the majestic and powerful man asked in a deep voice.

The middle-aged man pressing He Juming shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Jiang, he can't die."

The majestic man nodded: "It's good that you're not dead!... The four heroes of Longshan Sect are all here. Nice to meet you!"

Mo Jiye smiled bitterly and said: "Master Jiang, we meet again!"

He secretly sighed, this Jiang Guiliu was a powerful person, an outstanding disciple of Linhai Pavilion, and his martial arts was even better than his own, so he was in trouble now.

"Xiao Mo, you are going to kill me!" the mighty Han River said in a deep voice.

Mo Jiye said: "What you said is wrong, Master Jiang. If I really want to kill people, they won't be able to wait for you to come!"

"That's true." Jiang Guiliu nodded and said, "Their martial arts are so bad...what's going on?"

Mo Jiye said: "He Shaoxia saw that the four of us were injured and wanted to take advantage of the situation. How can we just sit back and wait for death? We can only rise up and resist."

Jiang Guiliu turned to look at the oval-faced young man, shook his head and said, "Who are you protecting?"

Mo Jiye said: "Our savior."

Jiang Guiliu said in a deep voice: "Leave this man here and get out!"

Mo Jiye's expression changed: "Master Jiang really wants to make things difficult for us?"

Jiang Guiliu smiled: "Why, you still want to take action?"

Mo Jiye said in a deep voice: "We still don't know who will win. Let's see the truth behind it!"

"Okay, as expected of a disciple of the Longshan Sect, let's do it!" Jiang Guiliu waved his hand, and immediately everyone rushed over and a large sword light enveloped him.

"Ding ding ding ding..." Amidst the continuous chirping, the four of them joined forces to block the siege and protected Li Muchan.

Li Muchan opened his eyes leisurely and sighed. He originally wanted to watch the excitement and didn't want to care about their life and death, but at this point he couldn't care less.

Liu Biyun had been paying attention to Li Muchan. When she saw him opening his eyes, she hurriedly said: "Brother Li, are you okay?"

Li Muchan shook his head: "It doesn't matter,...what's going on?"

Liu Biyun waved her sword and said with a smile: "Brother Li, just wake up. Brother Mo, let's go!"

"Okay!" Mo Jiye said in a deep voice. The sword lights of the four people rose sharply at the same time, breaking the siege of everyone, and moved towards the west.

They walked while waving their swords and talking. The crowd attacked fiercely but could not stop them from moving, so they could only follow them to the west.

Jiang Guiliu looked ugly and said in a deep voice: "The thirteenth generation disciples step down, the twelfth generation disciples enter!"

People either retreated or advanced, and in a while, twelve middle-aged men came to the inner circle and surrounded Mo Jiye and the four of them.

These twelve middle-aged men had deeper cultivation and more refined swordsmanship. Mo Jiye and the others immediately felt a great pressure on them.

Li Muchan frowned and sighed: "The disciples of Linhai Pavilion are really promising!"

He could see that Mo Jiye and the others were at the end of their game. They had used secret techniques before and were fighting with others before they could take a break. Now they finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He bent down and sat on the ground and picked up a few small stones. He squeezed them gently and they suddenly broke into pieces, the size of soybean grains, and then popped them out with his fingers.

"Chichichichichi..." With a gentle roar, each Linhai Pavilion disciple froze and his acupoints were tapped. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty Linhai Pavilion disciples had their acupoints tapped.

Li Muchan kept moving his hands, and small stones flew out of his sleeves and fell into the crowd. His bullets were all hit, and in the blink of an eye, he hit about ten more people.

Jiang Guiliu had a gloomy face and stared at Li Muchan, but Li Muchan had his hands in his sleeves and could only see pebbles shooting out, but couldn't see how he did it.

Jiang Guiliu shouted: "What a powerful hidden weapon, don't be polite, everyone, it's hidden..."

Before he could finish his words, a stream of light hit him, and he quickly held his sword in front of his throat. "Ding..." Amidst the continuous clear sound, he smoothly jumped out two feet away.

When he lowered his head and looked down, his face changed drastically. There was a stone as big as a soybean embedded in the sword.

He was frightened by this shocking skill and turned to look at Li Muchan. Li Muchan smiled lightly and said, "Let's all disperse. Let's do whatever we have to do. What do you think, Master Jiang?"

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