The night was like ink, and in the jade nunnery of Wudang Mountain, Zhu Xiaoba walked around anxiously. He was worried about Li Jing, who was held hostage by black and white, and he was also worried about Zhu Xiaoyue who stayed here. Zhu Xiaoyue, a gentle and kind woman, is Zhu Xiaoba's dear and beloved. He entrusted her to the Baiyun nun of the Jade Nunnery of Wudang Mountain, hoping that she could survive this crisis here.
However, Pig Hachi knew that he couldn't stay here for long. He must rescue Li Jing as soon as possible in order to resolve this crisis. So, he said goodbye to the white cloud nun and decided to go to the rescue alone.
The white cloud nun looked at him, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes: "Xiaoba, this ** risk, do you really want to go?" ”
Zhu Xiaoba nodded and said firmly: "I must go, for Brother Li Jing, for Nezha, and for the justice in my heart." ”
Nun Baiyun sighed, she knew Zhu Xiaoba's character, and once she decided, she would not change things easily. So, she could only pray for him, hoping that he would return safely.
Zhu Xiaoba left the Jade Nunnery and embarked on the road to rescue. He knew that this rescue was not only a test of his martial arts, but also a test of his mind and courage. But he didn't back down, because he knew that he was fighting for justice and for his friends.
In the dark night, Zhu Xiaoba's figure gradually disappeared into the depths of Wudang Mountain. With firm faith and endless courage, he embarked on this unknown rescue journey. And this rescue will also become the most important journey in his life.
The moon is dark and the wind is high, and outside the Baiguwu prison, a fierce battle is raging. Black and white, Hei Xiaoqing and Bai Xiaojing, holding a long sword, have a strange body, approaching Zhu Xiaoba step by step. Their eyes revealed cunning and ruthlessness, as if they had seen the scene of Zhu Xiaoba's defeat.
Zhu Xiaoba stood in the glade in the forest, his eyes were firm and cold, and the long sword in his hand flashed with cold light. He took a deep breath, and his body suddenly moved, turning into an afterimage and rushing towards the black and white shuangsha. His swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and each sword carried a thunderous momentum, as if it was about to tear the dark night sky.