Wang Yue stopped hearing this and finally stopped his progress.

When he first met Cui Shiniang, he felt that although Cui Shiniang was just right to take revenge on Zhu Tiannan, it was still a bit unreasonable. After all, Zhi'er was Zhu Tiannan's bloodline.

The little girl Zhi'er didn't come forward. Isn't Cui Shiniang and the others coming to meddle in other people's business? However, knowing this moment, he understood why Zhi'er didn't come and why Cui Shiniang replaced Zhi'er with Garula.

There is no reason for not coming or not.

Of course, there are reasons for substitution.

Apart from the fact that Garuda's martial arts are much higher than Zhi'er, the deeper reason is that Garuda, as the leader of the Buddhist apology, is even more willing to die than Zhi'er, and Garuda does not have the kindness of raising Wang Jia like Zhi'er, and he has no relationship with Wang Jia at all.

Sure enough, all of this was planned by Cui Shiniang. It seems that he has no other way to go except hard work!

"Ding Ding Ding!"

Seeing this delay, Zhi Lou Jiachen and the other two had already surrounded him. Wang Yue was very determined. When he lifted his true energy, his body was like a floating arrow and swept through the sky. Several crisp sounds suddenly sounded. There was an iron chain in his hand at some point, and the end connected by the iron chain was his long-famous broken knife.

The broken knife was tied firmly to the iron chain, as if a butterfly was moving back and forth among the crowd of Zhilou Jiachen, floating around.

Zhi Lou Jiachen, Cui Shiniang, Yanda Fu and Garuluo were furious and thought to myself that although Wang Yue had become the number one swordsman in the world, it would be too rampant to deal with the four of them at the same time.

"roar!"

Confucian scholars can be centuries, and Buddhism also roars like lions. When Zhi Lou Jiachen was furious, the iron rod in his hand pointed straight at the broken knife in Wang Yue's hand, like a big river in the Yangtze River, rolling up, but the cold light was scattered and murderous intent was everywhere.

Cui Shiniang held the flute into her arms, and the sword at her waist was deshewn. The green edge was slashed, like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves, and silver light thrust straight, like a rainstorm destroying flowers. In the sword light, the sharp sword in Cui Shiniang's hand was gathered and dispersed, like a stunning geese and a swimming dragon.

It turned out that not only Wang Yue hid one hand, Cui Shiniang also covered up the fact that she could use a sword.

Since her defeat in Luoyang by Wang Yue, Cui Shiniang has understood that her flute can certainly help her kill the enemy and retreat, but once she meets a real master, she will have to surrender once she is bullied by the master. Therefore, she can secretly visit and learn Bian Zhuangzi's method of attacking.

Because of his high talent and his resilience are rare in the world, Cui Shiniang's swordsmanship has reached its peak in less than a few years.

Seeing that Zhilou and Garuluo had taken action, Yandafu and Garuluo did not dare to be negligent, for fear that Wang Yue would find another loophole and escape from them. His body shook, and the long sword and Wu Gou in his hand also joined the melee.

Four weapons, such as broken sword, sword, iron rod, and Wu hook, were sacrificed high in the air, and countless cold lights and murderous auras were scattered from the gap, piercing everyone's eyes to force them to open.

"stop!"

After thirty rounds of fighting, Wang Yue was gradually at a disadvantage. Seeing that Wang Yue was about to lose, suddenly a crisp but elegant voice fell into everyone's ears. The wooden door of the thatched hut slowly opened, and a middle-aged woman walked into the snow.

It was Wang Yue’s first wife, Wang Jia.

"Is this the woman Wang Yue's wife? It's so noisy!" Hearing Wang Jia's voice, Garula felt annoyed in his heart. As soon as he stepped back, Wu Gou cut his hand towards Wang Jia.

In Indian mythology, Garuda originally made a living by eating dragons and was extremely cruel. Therefore, although he was a Buddhist sect with Zhilou Jiachen, he had no contacts in common, but had always had a good relationship with Yanda.

Just now, when he saw Yan Dafu being hurt by Wang Yue, he felt anger in his heart. When he saw Wang Jia again stopping their revenge, how could he bear it?

"Garulo, you are looking for death!"

"No!"

"Galaro stops!"

Wu Gou was three feet away from Wang Jia, and three voices were heard in Garula's ears at the same time.

The masters of the voice are Wang Yue, Zhi Lou Jiachen and Cui Shiniang.

Garulo was stunned, not understanding why he just wanted to kill his enemy's wife, why Zhi Lou Jiachen and Cui Shiniang opposed it. As soon as his subordinates slowed down, they saw two sharp arrows rushing over from the flying snowflakes like lightning.

The arrow clusters of the two arrows are black, but the arrow feathers are white, which perfectly blend with the heavy snow on Yiwulu Mountain, giving a bit of a sense of fish eyes mixed with beads. Even though everyone has excellent eyesight, they still can't tell where the snowflakes are and where the arrow feathers are? If the sharp arrows had not arrived in front of them, everyone would probably find it difficult to find them.

"when!"

The sound of golden swords sounded again, and the stars suddenly rose.

As soon as Wu Gou arrived in front of Wang Jia, Garulu felt a numbness in his hand and his arm hurt. Wu Gou in his hand shook open from Wang Jia's chest, and a stream of blood sputtered out of his arm like a sharp arrow.

Yandafu was shocked, and he swung his sword and pulled himself to Garula.

Although he didn't know who came and how many enemies were hidden in the snow, he also understood that these enemies were by no means easy, and there were at least two of them with arrow masters. Otherwise, how could they hit Garuluo's Wu hook and arm in the vast white snow and chaotic battle?

However, Cui Shiniang and Zhi Lou Jiachen were shocked. Yandafu was far away from the Central Plains and did not know Wang Li's name of shooting. They both knew very well that this was not just one arrow for two people, but two arrows for one person.

One man and two arrows arrived at the same time.

Who else is there except Wang Li and Wang Deyu?

Sure enough, the two of them had just hit and landed in front of Garula. When the thick snowflakes in front suddenly exploded, a huge snow cave was cracked in the middle. A long spear flew out of the snow cave, as if Shanhaiguan suddenly emerged from the Bohai Sea, suddenly reached the top of the mountain and was about to pierce the sky.

Immediately afterwards, several war horses rushed out of the snow cave, and their speed was so fast that even the dancing snow fell behind them. The three and four riders were majestic and thunderous. From a distance, they felt that everyone was far beyond the reach of the crowd, like the orchids of the snow valley and the cold plums.

When did such a person appear in Zhongyuan?

Yandafu and Garula were in shock, holding the long sword Wu Gou in their hands, and their eyes were staring at the iron cavalry in front of them. Cui Shiniang and Zhilou Jiachen were the same as Wang Yue. They were fighting for the death of three people just now, but their eyes were consistent at this moment, and they couldn't say whether they were uneasy or safe, which was extremely strange and complicated.

"Well!"

With a light reprimand, the three war horses suddenly stopped several meters away from everyone's front hooves.

The knights on the horse jumped off their horses and rushed to the front of everyone, lifting up the felt hats and fur on their heads to reveal their original faces. It was Wang Li, Taishi Ci, Guan Hai and the contemporary Indra Tianzhu Yiqiu of Buddhism.
Chapter completed!