"Stand down for me!"

A shout full of murderous intent suddenly came from within the mountain gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

When the sound arrived, I saw a black shadow, carrying a strong smell of blood and a strong killing intent, suddenly appearing between the corpse of the disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the blood guard.

There is no doubt that the person who came was Mu Feng, and the smell of blood came from the people of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the strong killing intent made the few remaining people in the Heavenly Sword Sect couldn't help but tremble, let alone the three thousand blood guards.

Seeing the black shadow appear, Yan Ruthless waved his right hand lightly, and the three thousand blood guards who were slightly chaotic in formation quickly reformed and took a few steps back.

The few remaining disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were also supporting each other, step by step, staggering backwards, but in the process of retreating, there were corpses of the same sect everywhere, making them not as uniform as the blood guards.

The two sides were separated, and Mu Feng looked back and saw that there were only a few people in the Heavenly Sword Sect who could stand.

Looking at the more than two thousand corpses on the ground, Mu Feng's three thousand green silks quickly turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You're Mu Feng? I thought you were going to be a turtle with a shrunken head for the rest of your life! Why, you were finally willing to show up?"

Yan ruthlessly rode out, looked at Mu Feng's back condescendingly, and sneered.

Mu Feng turned around slowly, his white hair moved without wind in the blood, he didn't look at Yan Wuru, and he didn't want to talk to him, but looked at the three thousand blood guards, and said word by word:

"You're all going to die!"

Before the words fell, Mu Feng was gone, and in the midst of the commotion, a large area of the neat Three Thousand Blood Guard Center was vacant.

Because the speed was too fast, Yan Wuru and all the blood guards had not yet reacted, Mu Feng had already rushed into the center of the blood guards, and the wind was blowing, taking the lives of at least a hundred blood guards.

Seeing their comrades-in-arms flying one by one, all the blood guards reacted, only to hear one of the leaders shout:

"Points!"

The three thousand blood guards quickly separated, and surrounded Mu Feng in the middle with a semi-encirclement momentum.

With one successful blow, how could Mu Feng let it go easily, he saw the place where the people were most densely populated, stepped on the shadow, and rushed in again.

There is a wind, a wind, a shadow, a series of three swords, only to see the sky full of broken flesh dancing, three thousand blood guards under these three swords, at least 500 lives were taken away.

As a god-level sword technique with the nature of group attack, the power is needless to say, although Mu Feng has only cultivated to Xiaocheng, fortunately, the blood guard is densely positioned, and it can just give full play to its advantages.

All this seems incredible, but in fact, it is only three or five breaths, and in such a short time, three thousand blood guards have been taken away at least six hundred lives.

Because the god-level sword technique consumed too much true qi, Mu Feng had to pause for a moment after three swords in a row to replenish the depleted true qi.

Although the chaotic qi in the body was constantly flowing, after all, it would take some time to replenish the true qi.

In this way, the blood guard is given plenty of time to react.

Hearing another "gathering", the blood guards had turned from a half-surrounded Mu Feng to a long dragon.

The newly formed long dragon consisted of ten people in each horizontal row. Between the first row and Mu Feng, the distance was about twenty steps, and the two sides formed a confrontation, one person against more than two thousand.

Yan ruthlessly saw that as soon as Mu Feng appeared, he would kill the blood guard formation in a few breaths, and take away no less than five hundred blood guards, he was undoubtedly very shocked in his heart, everything Mu Feng did, he asked himself if he could do it.

It's not that the strength is inferior to Mu Feng, but the swordsmanship in his hand is not as good.

Mu Feng took out the sword, although he didn't see it very clearly, but he saw the group attack nature of Mu Feng's swordsmanship, the key was that the swordsmanship was still very powerful, and the three thousand blood guards with a high density of the two phases had lost their own advantages.

When the confrontation was fully formed, the leader of the Blood Guard shouted again:

"Knife!!"

More than 2,000 blood knives were unsheathed at the same time, and the sound of going out of the body was uniform, and the sound was long in the sky, and its sound was thousands of miles.

At the same time, a blood-red long knife quietly condensed in mid-air.

The knife is 100 meters long, and the blood and evil qi continue to gather, making the sky tremble, and the birds and beasts, snakes, insects, rats and ants in the past take the long knife as the center, and quickly flee in the opposite direction, away from this place of right and wrong.

Seeing this, Mu Feng dared to be lazy, and reacted quickly, only to see his black sword pointing at the sky, and the sword intent was in the rudiments of the Dao Destroying Sword Blade, and quickly condensed a black qi sword, the qi sword was about ten meters long, with an aura of destruction of everything.

For a moment, a blood-colored, a black, a large, a small, a long sword, and a short sword formed a new confrontation in mid-air.

The bloody aura of the long sword is extremely heavy, and the aura of destruction of the short sword is very strong.

When the air knife was fully formed, the leader of the blood guard shouted again:

"Cutting !!"

His voice was low and heavy, and when the voice fell, the long knife slashed at Mu Feng with the momentum of splitting the sky and the earth.

Mu Feng was unwilling to show weakness and yelled:

"What is there to fear about three thousand blood armor, a sword dares to kill the sky, killing !!"

The sound of "killing" fell, and the ten-meter black air sword was wrapped in an indestructible state, fiercely facing the hundred-meter blood-colored long knife.

A sword and a sword meet in mid-air, the long sword destroys the world and destroys the world, and the short sword is indestructible. A sword and a sword stalemate, and several people from the Heavenly Sword Sect saw Mu Feng as the center, and for a while the dust was flying, and the sand and stones were messy.

Mu Feng was deep in it, and his lonely body was quickly buried by the dust, and he couldn't see his figure at all.

The flying dust, the rolling sand and stones, not only Mu Feng was buried, but even the more than two thousand blood guards were completely covered, and they were also invisible.

The smoke and dust filled the sky, the momentum was the same as the destruction, the invincible qi of destruction, the bloody qi that split the sky and the earth collided with each other, and the two qi coexisted, carrying the momentum of slaughtering gods and destroying demons quickly spread outward, so that Yan Wuru, who was watching the battle on the periphery, and the few remaining people of the Heavenly Sword Sect had to retreat again and again, until a hundred meters away, they stopped.

However, a hundred meters away, they could see nothing but a huge air mass formed by dust.

"It's really hateful, it's all at this time, and I can't help Senior Brother Mu Feng!"

A disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect blamed himself and said angrily.

The person who spoke was named Ma Ming, the seventh-ranked existence of the Ten Heroes of the Inner Gate of the Heavenly Sword Sect, but his breath was weak at this time, and a knife cut on his left shoulder blade was deep enough to see the bone, making his left hand no longer able to lift up.

"Yes, I hate that I haven't mastered my arts, and now I can only watch Senior Brother Mu Feng fight one against three thousand!"

Another disciple named Feng Buyou also said indignantly. He is also one of the top 10 in the inner gate, ranking fourth.

At this time, there were only nine people left in the Heavenly Sword Sect who were watching the battle, they were Qiu Xiaozhi, the first person in the inner gate, Mo Lichou in the second inner gate, Gu Weiyu in the third inner gate, Zhao Chuanshi in the fifth inner gate, An Xinyu in the sixth inner gate, and Ou Xueyang in the outer gate, and Huang He, the outer disciple who went to call Mu Feng, plus Feng Buyou and Ma Ming.

Among them, except for Ou Xueyang and Huang He, everyone was not lightly injured. As for the other people of the Heavenly Sword Sect, from the sect master Shangguan Shifang to the ordinary miscellaneous servants, all of them died in battle.

The reason why Ou Xueyang was not injured was because other people knew about his relationship with Mu Feng and took care of him openly and secretly, while Huang He never participated in the battle.

"If Senior Brother Mu Feng has three longs and two shorts today, I will fight to the death and never flinch. ”

Although An Xinyu, the sixth in the inner gate, is a female streamer, her momentum is not inferior to that of a man at all.

"I believe him!"

Ou Xueyang's eyes stared at the air mass without blinking, even though she couldn't see anything. That being said, the flustered expression, the trembling body, and the unassailable heartbeat betrayed her.

"I also believe in Brother Mu Feng!"

Although Qiu Xiaozhi was already scarred, he still maintained a faint smile.

......

In the huge dust and air mass, after about three breaths of sword and sword, the blood-colored long knife began to retreat.

Seeing that he was on the verge of destruction, the leader of the blood guard shouted again:

"Fight!"

As soon as the word "battle" came out, the blood knife seemed to come to life, not only did it not collapse, but quickly condensed, and soon re-condensed into an air knife nearly one hundred and fifty meters long, and fought back wildly against Mu Feng's black air sword.

The black air sword, on the other hand, turned victory into defeat and began to retreat.

Seeing that the black qi sword was defeated, Mu Feng took a step forward, holding the Dao Destroying Sword with both hands, tapping his toes, exerting force on his feet, and stabbing forward hard.

I saw that the black qi sword seemed to be injected with vitality, and it grew rapidly, reaching as much as twenty meters.

The black sword attacked, the long knife retreated, the leader of the blood guard said "fight again", and the long knife wanted to get close again, but where did Mu Feng give him a chance. Holding the Dao Destroying Sword with both hands, the blade of the sword suddenly translated, changing the downward chop to a horizontal slash, and a turn, allowing the blood-colored long knife to pass the downward chop.

The long knife lost its support, and it was like a bamboo, and it slashed to the ground, setting off more wind and dust.

After Mu Feng turned around, he took advantage of the situation with a sword and slashed towards the blood guard.

The blood guard slashed through the air with a sword, and was about to return to defense, but although there were many people, they were not flexible enough, and in a hurry, they were cut by the black air sword.

Due to the large number of people, they shared Mu Feng's random slash without any sword skills, so there were no substantial casualties.

But Mu Feng's sword contains the rudiments of sword intent after all, although it does not have sword skills, but it is also not small.

For a while, the Blood Guards turned on their backs, so it was not lively.

The opportunity is rare, how could Mu Feng miss it, his feet accelerated, and he stepped into the ranks of the blood guards with his sword.

There is the wind rising, the wind coming, the wind has shadows, and the first three styles of the seven styles of slashing the wind are connected to one style, and so on, constantly harvesting the lives of the blood guards.

Due to the fact that the Seven Styles of Wind Slashing consumed too much True Qi, Mu Feng only used six points of force for each sword, although the destructive power of this became smaller, but fortunately, it could be used in an infinite cycle.

The Blood Guards who can't form an effective combined attack, which one can be Mu Feng's enemy, I saw that Mu Feng was like a tiger entering a flock, and every time he swung his sword, he would take dozens of lives.

At this moment, Mu Feng, who has white hair flying around, is simply a human flesh harvester.

And the people on the periphery still couldn't see anything except that they felt that the movement was getting smaller and smaller, and the dust was getting lighter and lighter.

Yan ruthlessly half-squinted, his eyes looked at the dust air mass without blinking, and when he heard the smaller and smaller movements, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, he didn't let him wait too long, and the dust cleared, and he saw Mu Feng's right hand with his sword lowered, half-kneeling on the ground, surrounded by corpses.

The black sword was already black and red, and Mu Feng's long hair, which had originally turned from black to white, had completely turned red, and the blood was dripping down drop by drop.

Mu Feng was half-kneeling on the ground, panting like a cow, and the corpses piled up around him made people look infinitely sad.

Seeing that Mu Feng was still alive, the nine remaining disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were all overjoyed, looking at Mu Feng not far away like a demon god descending into the world, the nine people all felt their hearts stirred, and the previous decadence that fell in front of them one by one because of the same sect was swept away in an instant.

"Senior Brother Mu Feng is doing well!"

Ma Ming shouted, his excitement overflowing.

"I knew nothing could stop you!"

Ou Xueyang's eyes were full of stars, staring at Mu Feng without blinking.

Although the other Heavenly Sword Sect disciples did not speak, they all clenched their fists vigorously, and the breath they held in their hearts was finally relieved.

Seeing that Mu Feng was actually fine, Yan ruthless's pupils shrank, neither forward nor backward, riding on a horse, condescending, just staring at Mu Feng like that, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mu Feng took a few deep breaths, stood up with difficulty, trembled, and walked out of the pile of dead people step by step.

Although he was not in a very good state at this time, his eyes full of murderous intent never left Yan Wuru's body.

Mu Feng didn't suffer much damage, but he didn't stop using the Seven Wind Chopping Forms, and the true qi in his body was consumed too much, and he was just a little prostration.

Seeing Mu Feng's state, and seeing that Yan was ruthless and did not retreat, Qiu Xiao's face changed, and said:

"Protect Senior Brother Mu Feng!"

Saying that, he took the lead and walked towards Mu Feng, and the other disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect who were still in shock, when they heard Qiu Xiaozhi say this, they all reacted, regardless of their injuries, and quickly surrounded Mu Feng.

Yan ruthlessly looked at everything coldly, and did not say anything, in his eyes, there were ten people left in the Heavenly Sword Sect, but there was no need to take it to heart at all.