The hand of the monk fell on Shen Yuanjing's chest like a breeze, but made a dull "bang" sound.

She felt a "knock" in her heart and looked at the other person's face in surprise. The power contained in this move, even if there was an iron plate in front of her, would be knocked to the point of being sunken, but the other person did not move at all, just spit out two words: "One move."

Wu Zi hurriedly retreated, fell back to his original place, and smiled and said, "Mr. Lang is indeed very capable. No wonder he dares to say that he wants to capture Shi Feixuan to warm the bed."

Shen Yuanjing didn't say much and said, "There are two more tricks."

Wu Hua took a deep breath and knew that this time he had met a master who was of the same level as his master Zhu Yuyan. He didn't dare to be careless. He slid from his sleeve to his palm.

She jumped forward gently, but it suddenly came like a ghost. Two rays of rays flew over like fireflies, surrounding Shen Yuanjing, with no way to figure it out.

Shen Yuanjing just shook his body gently, and in the blink of an eye, there were seven or eight phantoms beside him. The firefly chased the phantoms and plunged one by one. He said, "The second move."

The lady's face was solemn, and she didn't keep it anymore. She turned around her opponent, like a celestial girl dancing. The two demon slashes were the flying sleeves on the wrist of the girl, and the long belt in her hand, floating, just as the breeze blew the willow branches.

"The dance moves with the wind and then retracts, and the delicate eyes flowing into the temples." Shen Yuanjing exclaimed, looking calm. He leaned back and was about to avoid the knife that slashed towards his throat.

At this time, a huge suction force pulled him and hit the Demon Slash. Wu Huan's hand became more anxious, and another slash also attacked him.

In the blink of an eye, the situation became very critical. A smile appeared in Masaya's eyes. She did not expect this move to hurt Shen Yuanjing. As long as the other party was attracted to take action, she would win the bet.

But Shen Yuanjing did not make any extra moves and allowed the Demon Slash to stop between his neck. This stop was a good distance. No matter how Wuxia chased him, the other party just retreated around the roof, neither fast nor slow, and the blade was always a little short.

How could Wu Huan know that this move was useless? He put away the two slashes of the demons, stopped in place, and said angrily: "Mr. I am really ruthless, so I can't let Wu Huan do it."

Shen Yuanjing ignored it and said, "Three moves have passed, it's my turn."

He counted a number, stretched out his right hand and grabbed it forward. The wolves quickly lit up the weapon, knocked forward, and slashed the strange arcs to cut towards his wrist.

Shen Yuanjing pinched his index finger and bounced his middle finger, and then slashed his double and said, "Two!" and his right hand continued forward.

Her arms were slightly numb, and she was shocked by the other party's high skills. She didn't care about disturbing others. She used all her strength and slammed the roof tiles under her feet and retreated ten feet away. Then she suddenly turned her body, barely avoiding the other party's claw, leaving half of her sleeves.

"Who?" A loud shout came from his feet, and Shen Yuanjing ignored it and smiled softly, "The light skills are good, and you can save money on rushing to buy a horse."

He jumped forward, like a big roc spreading his wings, and then said, "Three!" and appeared in front of Wu's face.

The sage puffed up the true energy of the demon, popped up a white ribbon, and shook out the other party's hand. Even if I couldn't get rid of it, I could block the other party's move and win a chance to breathe.

Unexpectedly, her strength fell in front of Shen Yuanjing, like a mud cow entering the sea, without any effect. Instead, there was an extra suction force on the other party, pulling her away.

Knowing that she was unable to defeat her, she gave up her struggle, straightened her chest, and rushed towards the other party's right hand. She nippled her cherry lips, her beautiful eyes blurred, and her face was also flushed, like the clouds at night.

Shen Yuanjing instantly turned into a finger and emitted a qi force from the air, pointing it on the Sandalwood acupoint.

Wu Xiao's whole body was soft and his feet staggered, and he rushed towards the other party's chest. However, Shen Yuanjing turned sideways and let her go, and she pounced on the roof.

At this time, many people came from the inn under your feet, shouting and scolding, and the lights were also lit on Fang Zetao's mansion opposite.

Someone with high light skills flew over and shouted: "What are you guys and women doing on the roof if you don't sleep at night? Do you like this tune?"

He wanted to continue cursing, but he saw that Wu had already put away the double slash of the demons, half lying on the tiles, with tears in his eyes, looking pitifully at Shen Yuanjing, looking abandoned by the unfaithful person.

The man was stunned and speechless. The few people who came up were as fascinated by the beauty of Wuya.

Shen Yuanjing didn't bother to pay attention to it, so he stepped forward and was about to take Huan away. A young man hurriedly said, "How come you are so cruel? You actually attacked a weak woman, look at me..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Yuanjing waved his hand and then he stretched out his hand and the ribbon on his hand wrapped around her twice, trapping her.

The other people showed a look of distress on their faces, and they all raised their weapons and slashed them. Shen Yuanjing raised his left hand and shook them out. The people fell off the roof like dumplings.

He grabbed the ribbon and lifted the silk man in his hand. He pressed his feet and slammed the tiles and fell into the house. He hooked up the package, took out a ingot of silver from it, pressed it into the wooden table, got up and walked out.

After leaving the inn gate, there were bright lights in front of me.

The young man just now had a flushed face and said, "General Fang, this is this person. He bullied a weak woman on the roof in the middle of the night."

The General Fang was already middle-aged, tall and stout, with a very rough cheek and numb. When he saw Shen Yuanjing, a hint of jealousy flashed across his face, his eyes glanced at him like two small lanterns, and asked in a buzzing voice: "Wang Zetao, in Xia Jingling, who are you? How dare you make trouble in the city?"

Before Shen Yuanjing could answer, the other party's eyes had shifted to the face of the widow in his hand.

At this time, Wu Zi looked very embarrassed. He was lifted to his waist and tilted slightly forward. A white silk belt tied his arms, like a prisoner.

But her face was full of despair, as if there was no support in this world. Her eyes were so confused that it made people feel distressed. Even the little dust on her cheeks added a little more pitiful.

Fang Zetao was stunned for a moment, his sharp eyes suddenly became extremely gentle, and he said softly: "Miss, you are wronged."

Wu Xian didn't say anything, but just looked up at him, his eyes still empty, and he didn't seem to feel hope coming. Then he looked down and looked like he had accepted his fate.

Suddenly a stream of blood surged up Fang Zetao's head, and a voice kept shouting in his heart: "Save her, save her."

He stretched out his hand and said, "Around him." A group of strong men in black dresses stepped forward a few steps and surrounded Shen Yuanjing. Then he said softly, "Miss, don't panic, I'll save you."

Shen Yuanjing looked down at Wushao and sighed, "A beauty is in trouble."
Chapter completed!