The morning sun shines on Gaoligong Mountain. The plants surrounded by the sunshine are breathing heartily, and the animals are living a happy life. It is worthy of the title of "Paradise of Animals and Plants".
On a mountain peak, a middle-aged man wearing a blue training uniform is practicing sword practice on a huge, relatively smooth rock top on a steep rock wall. He has a middle-aged face, sparse eyebrows, a heroic appearance, wearing a short crew cut and a scabbard on his left hand.
, holding a silver sword in his right hand, dancing like a dragon flying in the sky, the sword shining like waves.
The man in Tsing Yi dances his sword like the wind, and the sound of the sword slashing the air is endless. If a middle-aged man keeps his hair in an ancient bun and wears a brocade robe, other people who see him will think that he has mistakenly entered time and space and fallen into the world of martial arts.
Suddenly, a miserable howl came from the mountain forest, and the sound was filled with heartbreaking sorrow and pain.
Suddenly, the middle-aged man's sword was fixed in the sky, and the light of the sword turned into nothingness. When he stood up with his sword, he heard the screams coming from the trees somewhere under the cliff. His face turned cold, and he jumped from the rock.
It flew down at right angles to the rock wall.
The man in green, who was stepping on the stone wall as if he were walking on flat ground, jumped off the overhanging rock, ducked into the trees, and then jumped on the branches, flying towards the source of the scream.
His behavior proves what it means to fly over the eaves and walk over the wall, and what it means to soar on the grass as if walking on the flat ground.
The swordsman in green plundered wildly for several miles, and soon encountered small animals escaping in confusion. Then he saw the long-armed white-browed ape jumping around in the trees, and there were also apes calling not far away.
And a tragedy was happening over there. There were two immature apes hanging on the branches like soft kelp. There was an adult ape shaking the little ape and screaming sadly.
Elsewhere, an ape was pinned against a tree by a human head dragging its stomach. The human head bit the ape's neck and sucked the blood. A great ape let out a lung-breaking howl of pain on another tree.
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The ape's limbs that were pinned to the tree were trembling wildly, and its eyes were wide open. Soon the body shriveled up as the blood was sucked away. The human head sucked up the last mouthful of blood, biting into pieces the ape's skull and sucking out the brain marrow.
"Evil head, it's you again!" The middle-aged man quickly flew to a tree branch. When he saw the flying head coming to kill the ape, he swung his sword and killed the head.
The man came with a sword, full of murderous intent. He flew head down without discarding the food. He flicked the stomach and throat tissue, rolled up the ape and flew into the air. It floated lightly and quietly to the empty space in the jungle, inhaling as it flew.
brain.
After just a few mouthfuls, the marrow in the ape's brain was absorbed. The human head calmly threw the ape into the tree and turned around to meet the middle-aged man.
The ape that was thrown on the branch had lost all its vitality and was hanging on the tree branch like a rag doll, swinging in the wind. A big ape jumped like crazy and ran to the dead little ape to take away his child.
He picked him up and howled as he and the apes stayed away from the battlefield.
The first sword thrust by the swordsman in green was in the air, like an ape jumping and moving among the trees, chasing and flying head down reluctantly. When the head turned back, the head of the man and the head launched a frontal attack.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides exchanged another round. Feitou easily dodged the sword attack, and the corners of his mouth with blood stains were full of sarcasm: "Canglang's swordsmanship is nothing more than this!"
"Take a few more moves!" The long sword in the swordsman's hand exploded with several blades, and the sky was full of sword shadows shooting towards Feitou.
The shadow of the sword is like light, Feitou does not dare to be careless, he carefully dismantles and attacks.
Feitou Ling has no arms and legs, but his stomach and throat are like a long whip made of cast iron. He can whip, hit, slap, strike, and roll. His internal organs and head are indestructible, and he dares to go head-to-head with a silver sword.
The middle-aged swordsman's sword skills are like waves, and his moves are fierce. Because the human head can fly in the air, advance and retreat freely, he cannot fly like a bird, and can only jump between tree branches. He is about to stab the human head several times, but his weak point is always blocked.
avoid.
His swordsmanship is superb, his flying head is hard and agile, and he fights one by one in the forest, fighting each other inextricably, and the forest is filled with murderous intent.
While one man was killing each other, on the mountain peak across the river, a man in a white gown stood on the top of the rock. He saw birds flying into the sky in a corner of the forest on the other side, and even heard sounds like crying. They flew down from the trees.
Sweeping toward the other shore.
The man in the white shirt is about forty years old, wearing a scholar's shirt and deerskin boots. He is handsome, elegant, and elegant. He is like a bird flying through the jungle to the riverside. No one around him jumps up, and he is skimming the water like a dragonfly.
, swept across the more than 200-meter-wide river in the blink of an eye, and submerged into the woods on the other side.
He was so good at lightness that he felt like he was in a deserted place in the jungle, leaving only the sound of shaking vegetation as people passed by. Soon, the man in white shirt heard the sound of fighting, and with another burst of speed, he rushed through the woods and rushed to the battlefield.
When he landed on a tree, he saw a man in green clothes dozens of meters away having a fierce fight with a human head. The man in white clothes didn't say a word and flew up like a bird rushing towards one person. The two rises and falls were already there.
Both palms flew up and hit the person's head.
The man in green clothes had already known that his comrade was approaching and was not distracted. When the man in white clothes flew over to help, he only nodded to the opponent and struck with his silver sword, swishing and swiping, stabbing Feitou's eyes, nose and ears with every move.
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"Haha, we still have companions." Feitou Ling's face showed a sneer, and he nimbly rose into the air, out of the reach of the sword shadow, and also dodged the sharp wind of his palm.
"Evil cultivators from foreign countries should be punished on sight. If there are evil heads, they will run away. Come and beat Wulili." The man in the white shirt had a clear and pure voice. He flew up and rushed out of the branches to intercept the flying heads.
The man in green clothes touched the branches and flew to catch up.
The man in white clothes rushed to the top of the tree, chased from above, and successfully intercepted the head. He palmed the wind and waved the head, forcing the head to fly at high altitude. The man in green clothes also arrived at the right time, and picked up the sword flowers with his silver sword, sealing the head.
road.
Blocked by two people working together, Feitou lowered his head to dodge left and right. The two sides exchanged dozens of moves, and the head was forced into an extremely embarrassing situation. None of them could be hit, and the swordsman in green was hit in the right ear.
Just as the man in blue was stabbing Fei's head, the man in white made a beautiful hand gesture with his left hand, and a golden light flew out from his little finger.
The weak line was broken by the sword, and Feitou fell out of the way quickly. When the sword left his body, blood flowed out of his right ear like an arrow. When he was able to escape, he floated away, opened his mouth to bite the silver sword, and suddenly found a golden light.
It was shot at him, and he didn't even bother to bite the sword close to his lips. He dodged wildly. Even if he dodged quickly, the ray of golden light passed by the intestines connected to the stomach bag, piercing the intestines, leaving behind
The next hole looks like a pin.
The golden light did not penetrate through the hole, but simply disappeared into Feitoujiang's intestines.
As soon as Feitou's intestinal hole was exposed, a thin line of black water surged out and spread like mist. Once it touched the trees, the branches and leaves of the plants suddenly withered and rotted as if they had been exposed to strong acid.
The man in white shirt and the swordsman in green shirt didn't stop for a moment and attacked Feitou again.
The flying head floated down to the top of the tree. Before he could suck back the blood he had lost, his opponent struck again. He opened his mouth in a sinister way and spat out a mouthful of water mist.
The water mist was extremely smelly. The water mist dispersed like a smoke bomb and covered the head. Feitou Land took the opportunity to dive into the tree and escaped as a ghost.
"Get away quickly, it's poisonous!" The swordsman in green shirt noticed that the flying head was spraying water mist, and immediately swerved away and dodged behind the tree.
The man in the white shirt also knew that the smelly mist was poisonous and was not easy to deal with. Hearing the reminder from his fellow travelers, he quickly turned around to avoid the incoming black mist and swept into the bushes.
The two men, one green and one white, walked around the black mist, looking for the flying head again. There was no trace of the flying head. The swordsman in green said angrily: "We let the evil head escape again. I don't know how many more creatures will suffer."
"Don't chase after the poor criminals. The evil head has been injured in two places. It is estimated that he needs urgent treatment. He has no time to do evil for the time being." The man in the white shirt turned around gracefully: "Your Excellency, are you the silver sword among the three sons of Dian Cang?"
"It's no talent." Yin Jianzi returned the sword to its sheath and made a fist-cup salute: "Thank you, Brother Duan, for your help."
"You're welcome. It is said that Yin Jianzi never leaves Dian Cangshan, but he actually knows that I am a member of the Duan family?" The man in white shirt had a free and easy expression on his elegant face.
"The Duan family of Dali has unique pulse sword skills. I must be the current head of the Duan family of Dali's Shaochong sword family, Duan Hong."
"That's right." The head of the Duan family smiled freely, admitted generously, and asked with a smile: "I wonder how Brother Yin settled the grudge with Feitou, a neighboring country? Did you make Brother Yin leave Dian Cang to fight with him here?"
Yin Jianzi's face darkened: "I'm sorry to say that, my senior brother, the successor of the mantle, and my daughter were practicing in Gaoligong, and they met an evil leader. Our disciples were not good at learning, and my young daughter and my nephew were seriously injured by the evil head and sucked blood.
He has also been poisoned by an unknown poison, for which we have no cure. There is no way to rescue him even if he is sent to the hospital. He is about to die. Alas, the evil head has hurt our disciples. This hatred will never go away. I will wait in Gaoligong to avenge my nephew and my daughter. Who can
I know that the evil head has been cultivated to a great extent, and its shell is as hard as steel, making it difficult for swords and guns to penetrate."
"It's not easy to be sucked by a flying head." The head of the Duan family thought for a while: "Brother Yin, why don't you take Lingshou and the senior disciples of the Ling family to the capital to ask the immortal doctor for a consultation? The immortal doctor's medical skills are superb, maybe
It can cure unknown and strange poisons."
"The Duan Family Master's said Immortal Medical Sect is the rumored Immortal Medical Sect that I know?" A flash of light flashed in Yin Jianzi's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Exactly, the immortal doctor has returned to the world, and last year he rescued the eldest grandson of the Guwu Tantai family who had been sleeping for ten years."
The head of the Duan family smiled heartily: "To tell you the truth, Brother Yin, I heard that the Immortal Medical Sect came to Y Nanrui City, and thought that as one of the Y Nan ancient martial arts families, the Duan family should entertain them as a landlord, but who knew
I rushed to Rui City, but the Immortal Medicine Master had disappeared. On my way back to Dali, I picked a medicinal plant in Gaoligong. I happened to hear something going on here, so I came over to find out."
"It's great that the Immortal Doctor has reappeared." Yin Jianzi was overjoyed that the Immortal Doctor has reappeared in the world. His nephew and daughter also had 80% hope. He beamed with joy and clasped his fists: "Thank you very much, Master Duan, for informing me.
When you return to the capital, I will visit you again to say thank you."
"Brother Yin, you don't have to be polite. Duan and Dian Cang have always been in charge of Yinnan, watching and helping each other. If it were Dian Cang, everyone would definitely tell Duan about the matter of the Immortal Medical Sect, Brother Yin, let's talk as we go..."
Yin Jianzi happily walked side by side with the head of the Duan family. His clothes, one green and one white, floated away, hiding in the trees like a big bird. The sound of whispers became farther and farther away.
